Personality V: I will save everything

"Keep going, keep going!" Mike shouted excitedly while clapping his hands hard. The crisp sound of his palms hitting the air seemed like a passionate melody, instantly making the atmosphere around them become warm.

I saw that the pointer was spinning rapidly, round and round, as if it was under a spell, so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trace.

Time passed minute by minute, everyone held their breath, stared at the constantly moving pointer, and prayed silently in their hearts for a satisfactory result.

Finally, after a long and tense wait, the pointer seemed to have exhausted all its strength and slowly stopped its crazy dance. Everyone's eyes were focused on the position where the pointer pointed.

"Oh, it's you, Senior Joke!" Mike shouted in surprise, and quickly raised his head to look in the direction of the voice. It turned out that Joke was sitting upright on a chair, and compared to the other people who were standing or squatting, he was particularly eye-catching.

The reason why Mike looked up at Jack was actually very simple - Jack was the only person sitting among all the people present.

However, this was not because everyone wanted to give Joke special treatment. There was a reason for this. Joke's prosthesis was still under repair, and now he could only sit on the ground in a kneeling position. No matter how he adjusted his sitting position, he would feel very uncomfortable and painful.

Therefore, everyone unanimously decided to let him sit on a chair to avoid additional pressure and damage to his residual limbs.

"Have I ever done anything stupid? Let me think..." Joke thought for a moment, then asked, "How small a city can it be?"

"can."

That's a lot to say about Jack! This ridiculous and stupid thing happened when he was 15 years old, before Natasha even came to the manor.

Actually, if you want to talk about how serious this matter is, it’s not earth-shattering, but it’s really stupid and makes people laugh.

It was a sunny day, with the breeze blowing gently through every corner of the manor. Jack was strolling along the familiar path as usual. When he passed by the manor's restaurant, he inadvertently saw a large plate of colorful, crystal clear candies on the table. Those candies were like alluring gems, exuding charming luster and sweet fragrance.

Qiu Ke's eyes were instantly attracted. He walked forward involuntarily, picked up a candy, and prepared to taste the sweetness with joy.

However, just when he was about to put the candy into his mouth, somehow, as if possessed by a ghost, he tore open the candy wrapper first, and then threw the delicious candy into the trash can beside him without hesitation, while he stuffed the exquisite wrapper into his mouth!

At first, Qiu Ke didn't notice anything unusual and just chewed the "food" in his mouth with relish.

But as a crisp "crunch" sound came from his mouth, he finally woke up from his dream and realized what a ridiculous mistake he had made!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Although what Joke did was not as embarrassing as what Jose Badem did just now, it was also stupid enough.

Joke covered his face embarrassedly, and Mike even reached out and patted his arm to comfort him.

Then, it's Joke's turn to move the needle!

The pointer spun again and then stopped, and this time the person it pointed to was Andrew!

"Me..." Andrew thought about it carefully. If he had to say something, it seemed that he had done quite a few stupid things when he was a child.

(Andrew, by the way, was wearing bunny pajamas.)

That happened when Andrew was still very young.............

"I won't drink it!" Andrew glared angrily, his cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest, then turned around and left his back to the owner of the manor, to show his attitude and determination not to drink milk.

In fact, nothing earth-shattering happened. It was a stretch to even call it a fact. It was just that every morning after breakfast, the owner of the manor would habitually pour a full glass of milk for Andrew and Carl, and solemnly tell them: "Children, drink more milk to grow taller!"

At first, the well-behaved young Andrew would obediently take the cup and drink the milk in one breath every time.

However, as time passed, Andrew grew up gradually. Somehow, one day, perhaps it was a rebellious emotion that suddenly surged up in his heart, or perhaps he simply wanted to act coquettishly and naughty to the owner of the manor, in short, from that day on, no matter how the owner of the manor tried to persuade him, Andrew refused to touch the glass of nutritious milk again.

"Well, dear, what exactly do I have to do to make you drink this glass of milk?" At that time, the majestic but loving owner of the manor was asking the stubborn little boy in front of him, Andrew, with a puzzled look on his face.

Hearing the manor owner's question, Andrew's bright eyes rolled around, and then he quickly reached out and grabbed the glass of milk on the table, and turned around and ran towards the kitchen like an agile little rabbit.

After entering the kitchen, what caught his eyes were the neatly arranged condiments, like soldiers waiting for inspection. Andrew's eyes were fixed on the condiment jar containing "sugar". He stood on tiptoe and took it out with great effort. Then he opened the lid without hesitation and scooped up three spoonfuls of crystal clear "white sugar" with a spoon, and poured it all into the glass of milk in his hand.

Then, he found a clean little wooden stick and stirred it vigorously until the snow-white milk and the snow-white sugar particles in the cup were completely blended together to form an attractive milky yellow liquid. After completing all this, Andrew picked up the cup with satisfaction and walked back to the living room carefully.

"From now on, I will only drink this kind of sweet milk!" Andrew returned to the living room, raised his chin proudly, and said loudly to the owner of the manor, and gently placed his carefully prepared "work" on the exquisite coffee table in front of the owner of the manor.

However, something unexpected happened. The owner of the manor picked up the glass of milk with a smile on his face and took a sip gracefully.

The owner of the manor frowned slightly, then immediately returned to his normal expression and asked Andrew, "Andrew, are you sure you want to drink this so-called 'sweet milk' in the future?"

"Of course!" Andrew answered without thinking, and quickly snatched the glass of milk from the owner of the manor, tilted his head back and gulped it down.

However, when the strange taste slid down his throat into his stomach, Andrew suddenly widened his eyes, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he secretly complained in his heart: What's going on? Why is it so salty? ! ! ! ! ! !

Looking at Andrew's distorted little face, the manor owner finally couldn't help laughing anymore, "Andrew, you confused the salt and sugar! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

.......................End of Flashback......................

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!"

After laughing at Andrew, Joke suddenly thought of something, "Hey! Andrew, you only add honey to milk now, not sugar, right? Is it because of what happened at that time?"

Andrew: I’ll give you a look, and you can experience it yourself. (﹁“﹁)

"I guessed right, didn't I?" Jake almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Andrew: Stare.........→_→

"Okay, okay, let's continue..." Muro tried to smooth things over while looking at the atmosphere at the scene, and then said, "Since there are only a few of us here now, why don't we add one more thing? If you really can't say what stupid or embarrassing things you have done, how about telling a ghost story?"

"Okay, okay!"

"I agree."

"No comment."

.................................................. .....

Now, it's Andrew's turn to move the needle. Let's see who will be chosen next.

...........It's Luchino!

Everyone originally thought that a rational biologist like Lucchino would tell stupid or embarrassing stories, but unexpectedly he chose to tell ghost stories.

But since I have chosen to tell a ghost story, let's listen to what Luchino has to say.

This happened a long time ago, when Lucchino was just a biology student.

It was just a very ordinary day, finishing research, then packing up the lab, then wrapping up everything and going home.

As it was already very late, Lucchino had to light an oil lamp and walk back slowly.

However, on the way home that Luchino had taken countless times, he encountered something that he would always fear.

He was walking forward normally with the oil lamp on, and was even thinking about the experimental data just now, until the light of the oil lamp gradually shone on a lady in red clothes.

The lady had long blond hair and was wearing a red dress. She was squatting on the ground with her back to him.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

Seeing that the guest was still alone on the roadside at such a late hour, Lucino was a little worried about checking out, so he walked up to him and asked.

But what Luchino didn't expect was that after hearing Luchino's voice, the lady slowly stood up and turned her head slowly.

To Lucchino,

one,

Cold,

smile.

"What are you guys arguing about in the middle of the night?!!!!"

“Aa ...

Wow, the atmosphere was really set. Just when Lucchino was talking about the climax, the door of the room was suddenly and violently pushed open from the outside, which scared everyone who was concentrating on listening to the ghost story.

"Lawyer!!! Are you trying to scare me to death?!" Norton, who was frightened, shouted angrily at the other party.

"I should be the one saying this! What are you doing here making so much noise in the middle of the night?! Are you letting others sleep?!"

After the lawyer looked around the room, his eyes stayed on the snacks and tea that everyone had prepared.

It’s not because the lawyer was hungry, but because these things would never appear in this manor. It’s already very good that the kitchen of this manor can provide you with bread and water every day. Occasionally, they can provide one or two meals of meat, which is the best. Don’t even think about snacks and tea like this.

But now, things that shouldn't appear in this kind of manor have appeared here. It goes without saying that they must be from another world, and I don't know how they got them here.

"Can you please go out and don't bother us anymore?" Lydia looked at the lawyer in front of her with a gloomy face, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust.

She had no favorable impression of the lawyer, whether in the real world or in another world.

After hearing this, the lawyer not only did not show any apology, but instead his eyes widened, pointed at Lydia and shouted: "What does this have to do with you, you quack who killed Martha!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and pushed Lydia hard.

This sudden action instantly angered everyone present. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at the arrogant and domineering lawyer in disbelief.

"Hey! What on earth do you want to do?!" Someone couldn't help but shout. For a moment, the whole room was filled with anger and accusations.

Norton rushed forward, grabbed the lawyer's shoulders with both hands, and pushed him out of the door effortlessly.

"Get out! No one welcomes you here!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang" and Norton slammed the door shut and quickly turned the door lock to prevent the hateful guy from breaking in again.

"Are you okay, Lydia?" A group of girls gathered around and asked about Lydia's condition with concern.

Lydia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then smiled and said to the people around her: "Don't worry, dear girls, I'm fine." However, when her eyes turned to the direction of the door, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep disdain and contempt. She uttered a few words coldly:

“tray dog.”