After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

Chapter 78 Love Poems

In the end, Yang Yi taught them a lesson.

Three grown men plus Zhang Ningning were all knocked down by Yang Yi. Feng Liancheng hid under the table, Wei Changan drank alcohol and his face turned red like a boiled shrimp, and Chen Yushu simply vomited all over the floor.

Only Zhang Ningning and Yang Yi were more sympathetic to each other. They didn't do much to persuade them to drink, and they could still stand, but their eyes were blurred and they couldn't walk in a straight line.

In fact, when he was halfway through drinking, Yang Yi discovered that his tolerance for alcohol seemed to be higher than before.

In the past, she drank alone on countless depressing nights in order to get a good night's sleep, so she felt her drinking capacity was pretty good, but she never drank with others, so she didn't know what her drinking capacity was.

Halfway through her drink this time, she saw that the eyes of the four of them were blurry. She didn't feel anything yet, so she thought maybe she had a good drinking capacity. When the three men who refused to admit defeat drank a few more bottles of high-strength liquor, she still didn't feel anything except that it tasted bad. Only then did she realize something was wrong.

Her body seemed to be completely unresponsive to alcohol.

The air conditioner was turned on fully, and the private room was filled with the spicy aroma of Hunan cuisine, the unique smell of grain fermentation and alcohol from liquor, and the sour smell of Chen Yushu's vomit.

Yang Yi looked at the three men who were paralyzed on the ground and kept talking nonsense, and Zhang Ningning, who had blurred eyes and was just smiling. A little sadness suddenly surged in her heart - she who could only feed on intelligent life, after all, was she from the spirit to the The body is completely alienated.

She thought of her completely twisted and deformed body in Fog City - if a human body was twisted like that, could it still survive?

But not only did she survive, but she also returned to her original shape. She put her internal organs back into place bit by bit, reshaped her limbs, and re-sculpted her facial features like she was kneading plasticine. At that time, she had already vaguely felt some changes in her body, but she deliberately didn't think about it - it seemed that if she didn't think about it, she wouldn't have to worry.

But there are some things, even if she doesn't think about it, it will remind her all the time, even in the small details of life, that she is completely different from ordinary humans.

How about drinking some poison? She thought coldly, let's see how alienated this body is.

It's right, what's the difference between you and the monster now?

Isn't this great? Countless people pursue the goal of having a body that is indestructible and invulnerable to all poisons, but you can easily get it now. she asked herself with a sneer.

However, it was extremely cold around him, and the goosebumps on his skin did not appear, but the coldness from the inside out.

Finally, a long-worried question finally came to mind clearly: What kind of thing will she become?

"Ugh—" A sound of vomiting brought her back to her thoughts, and Chen Yushu vomited again, "...Yang Yi...I don't accept it...I don't accept it. My talent is not as good as yours...I can't even compare to you in drinking...Let's drink again." !vomit--"

Yang Yi sighed, and when he saw that he was about to fall into the vomit, he used his telekinesis to hold him up.

Think about something good. For example, when you are reshaping your facial features and body, you are still thinking about making your breasts bigger, your butt up, and your facial features more beautiful. From this point of view, you are still a human being. Well! She thought happily.

He paid the bill and dragged the four of them back to the Awakened Management Bureau with telekinesis. There happened to be other Awakened people at the door, picking up three drunk men and going back to the dormitory. Only Zhang Ningning, because it was her first day to report and before she was assigned a dormitory, Yang Yi dragged her back to her dormitory.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Ningning looked at this strange place with blurred eyes, her body kept sliding down, and she gradually lay down.

"Ah - I never expected that the sister I met last time who was chasing stars was actually the number one awakened person, and I'm in her dormitory now!" Zhang Ningning looked at her and murmured to herself.

Yang Yi couldn't help but smile. She remembered the first time the two met. At that time, she wanted to get to know this half-sister, but she was in a hurry to leave because she saved Chris, so she couldn't do so. This is not just a continuation.

Yang Yi went to the kitchen to boil water for her, and when she came out with the water glass, she heard Zhang Ningning suddenly say: "Chris is in love? Do you know?"

Yang Yi paused and put the water cup on the coffee table.

"How did you know?" Yang Yi asked.

"Hey! I'm not a fool!" Zhang Ningning looked very proud, "Facing their idols, fans are all detectives! Our senior fan group is guessing that he may be in love recently! Friends in the group have Some people don’t want to believe it, and some are investigating who it is?” She said frustratedly: “And I think he is in a very deep position this time, which is completely different from his usual style!”

"Why is it different?" Yang Yi was curious.

"As his fan, you didn't notice?" Zhang Ningning opened her eyes wide and said in surprise. After a while, she suddenly realized: "Oh, you have been too busy recently and have no time to pay attention to his blog and news, right?"

"What? Everyone knows about his love affair?" Yang Yi was shocked.

"No, no!" Zhang Ningning said quickly, "Didn't I say that senior fans are all little detectives? We deduce it from his clues!"

Zhang Ningning took out her phone and searched out a few news items from her favorites and showed them to her: "Look, this paparazzi secretly took photos!"

Yang Yi sat over and took a look. It was an entertainment tidbit. It was obviously taken by paparazzi hiding in the car. Chris was walking the dog alone on the lawn. He was reading something on his mobile phone, and the smile on his face looked a little silly.

"It's nothing..." Yang Yi said.

"Why is there nothing? Can't you see? He was giggling at his phone alone! And within thirty minutes of walking the dog, he took out his phone and looked at it 6 times! A total of 6 times!" Zhang Ningning emphasized.

Yang Yi swallowed and said forcefully: "Maybe he was joking with his friends? Reading novels and watching shows? Anything is possible, this doesn't mean anything..."

"Yes, this doesn't mean anything." Zhang Ningning did not refute her, "But if you add in other deeds, it can explain everything." She clicked on her personal blog APP again and turned to a post he posted in the past week or so, He was sitting in the driver's seat, holding a pink torch ice cream in his right hand.

"Look at the pink torch ice cream!" Zhang Ningning emphasized: "Strawberry flavor! Such a girly color! He would buy this out of nowhere? He is a straight man!"

"This doesn't mean anything, does it? Maybe he wants to try..." Yang Yi shrugged and said half of the sentence. Suddenly he remembered that he had sent him a picture of himself eating strawberry torch ice cream, and then swallowed the second half of the sentence. Went back.

"Maybe these are a bit far-fetched, but what about these?" Zhang Ningning pulled out the playlist on his personal blog again, "Look, all he listens to recently are sad love songs! His favorite before was rock music!"

Yang Yi stopped talking.

"And this! He stayed up until two o'clock in the middle of the night and collected a love poem!" Zhang Ningning turned out the page and showed it to her.

The time was two days ago, at 2:08 midnight in Acre, he collected a poem by the Hungarian poet Petofi:

My love will not be like a nightingale,

wake up at dawn,

On the earth under the sun,

Sing beautifully.

My love will not be like a lovely forest garden,

There are white pigeons floating on Ninghu Lake,

Thinking of the moonlight in the water,

Lighting its snow-white head and neck.

My love will not be a happy home,

Like a garden, quiet and peaceful,

There is happiness inside, as if mother lives there,