Geeky

At this time, I really should be grateful for those weird etiquette lessons in the past, allowing people to maintain elegance in any unexpected situation... He was even a little lucky... If Mino really drank something with this taste, he I will never forgive him!

Now he wants to tell the kitchen to add a "hand torn tudor" for dinner.

Su Shi was looking at Balan with a motionless but constantly moving gaze.Like sunlight crushed by leaves.You clearly know that he is watching you and doubting you, but at the same time you still feel that there is something provocative in it.

But his eyes are so beautiful that you forget to guess his intentions.

Balaam was a little uncertain again...

Does he look a little overwhelmed?

... Balaam knew he wouldn't look at him for long because it would look unnatural.In the end, Su Shi would not notice how the glass of wine was handled.

But what does that mean? It means that in Mino's heart, he may have really played tricks on him, or he may not have played tricks on him.

Drink this cup of Xiang, let him trust himself.

Letting go of the cup, let the doubts in his heart snowball...

Tobe or nottobe, that'saquestion.

Su Shi can basically confirm that there is nothing wrong with the wine in his glass - the golden wine is clear and pure, filled with rich aromas like orange, almond and honey, sweet, as if the wine taste and sweetness are perfect Mixed together, the transition between the two is natural, and the taste is very soft.At the beginning, it will feel a bit strange, the taste of noble rot fungus wrapped in the fruit aroma, like "rotten wood soaked in water" - but this is its characteristic compared with other wines, after getting used to it, you will taste more A layer of vanilla-like smell comes out.

So, the question is which cup of Balan?

Just as he was thinking that, Balan who was opposite suddenly made a toast gesture to him, and then drank the shallow glass of wine in one breath.

A trace of confusion could not help but flash in Su Shi's eyes.

He thought: Am I too narrow-minded?

But if there is no problem with the wine, why would Balan want to exchange his wine?

If there was a problem with the wine, why would Balaam drink it?Su Shi didn't think Balaam would hide anything.Whether it was the hotel or the hunting just now, Balaam never concealed anything.But it doesn't matter if it's a prank or not...

Su Shi also raised his wine glass, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.Someone called his name next to his ear, and he turned back.

Balaam heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on his seat enduring his nausea.

The footman came forward and filled the glass with wine from a crystal bottle.

Balaam stared at Tudor coldly,

Tuduo lowered her head and drew circles on the tea table with her fingers.

Balan only felt that the esophagus seemed to have become a sewer, and the smell was rising from his breath... He picked up a piece of strawberry tart and ate it to suppress the smell, but his stomach seemed to shrink even more unevenly.

Balaam felt his face twitching, he wanted to vomit...

He vomited.

Balaam's face stinks as much as the vomit stinks.

Balaam poured water into his stomach and vomited again.Accompanied by the sound of rushing water, he took the water with his hands and washed his face, then stood up with a cold face.

The white shutter door of the bathroom was pushed open little by little. Tuduo hid outside the door frame, poked her head out, and called out timidly like a girl: "Brother..."

Balaam looked in the mirror, wiped the water on his face with a handkerchief, and said coldly:

"explain."

Tuduo said aggrievedly: "I know you can't deal with him out of morality, but isn't that why you called him here?"

"So you thought I was going to deal with him, so I did that?"

"Otherwise? I have no grudge against him."

"Not because of something in the woods?"

"...Didn't you do that?!" Tudor frowned when he thought about it, but when he saw Balan's sinister face, he was scared, "He...he is not the kind of stingy person... I He is a person who does not hold grudges, really!" He stared at Balaam with sincere and innocent eyes, emphasizing the words "not stingy" and "no grudges".

Balaam smiled slightly: "It just so happens that I am also a person who does not hold grudges."

He is a vengeful man.

Tudor breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, really, I respect you very much. I have always regarded you as my idol. Yesterday I tore up "The Divine Comedy" in front of Isaac, just like you did back then .”

Balan laughed and said, "I tore it up because I can memorize it, and you tore it up because you can't."

Balaam asked again, "What did you put in the wine?"

"..."

Tuduo tightened his back cautiously, and moved his heels back a little, trying to escape.

Balan stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket and said unhurriedly, "This is quite creative, maybe I can try it."

"I bought it online, it dissolves in water."

Tuduo grinned, took out a pack of "Tricky Strange Flavored Beans" in his pocket, and handed it out like a treasure.

Balan took the bag and took a look. It contained small balls of different colors, and the packaging was filled with various flavors: cow dung, soap, body odor, mud, bitter melon...

Balan's face was not very good-looking, but anyway, his face was usually cold enough, so Tudor didn't think much of it.

Balaam resisted the urge to kill him, and asked calmly:

"Which one did you put?

Give me one. "

Tuduo took a look, then tilted his head and thought for a while: "Does it smell like soap?"

Balaam's face twitched slightly.

Tudor continued uncertainly: "Maybe it smells like cow dung..."

Balaam's face twitched violently twice.

Tuduo couldn't remember anymore, and smiled triumphantly, "Anyway, it must be the most disgusting... ouch!"

Balan grabbed Tudor with one arm, and Tudor closed his mouth tightly while struggling. Balan reached out and pressed his Adam's apple, and Tudor immediately felt nauseated in his throat, and couldn't help opening his mouth to vomit. After a while, Balan took the opportunity to pour the whole pack of Tricky Strange Flavored Beans into his mouth, dragged his brother's head to the sink, and poured water into his mouth.

Because Tuduo didn't want to swallow the strange-flavored pills, he kept holding them in his mouth and tried to spit them out. The strange-flavored pills are indeed "melt in water". stuffed into his mouth...

"Puff woo woo woo woo woo woo!"

Tudor struggled violently. Balan restrained him with one hand, and tightly covered his mouth with the other hand. When he heard a "grunt", Tudor accidentally swallowed a mouthful.

——But at this time, I don’t know whether it’s happier to have it in my mouth, or it’s easier to swallow it.

After feeling that Tuduo had suffered enough, Balan shook off Tudor, stepped back two steps, and reached out to pat the dress.Tudor immediately turned over and vomited earth-shatteringly into the sink, splashing liquid and vomited with snot and tears.

……

"Remember, if you want to deal with others," Balaam said coldly, "choose means you can afford."

"Um……"

Tudor followed behind him with tears on his face.

Whispers gradually came from the corridor ahead——

"...If Balaam allows, I will definitely pursue him. I want him to be my 'lover'."

"Oh, dear! Then the ladies of Selivier will be jealous of you!"

"Compared to Mino, the male movie star they raised can only be regarded as a pig's head."

Hearing the name "Mino", Baran frowned. It was the voices of Tina and Cecilia.

At the door of the afternoon tea room, stood two slim ladies in black dresses——

Cecilia tapped Tina's shoulder with her fan and smiled lightly, "Don't use such vulgar words...but it's true."

"So you support me in doing this?" Tina asked with a sly smile.

"I don't think Balaam likes men, and he has never had a 'lover'. If he wanted it, and you asked, he..."

Tina turned and greeted, "Balan."

It was Balaam coming down the corridor.

Cecilia stopped talking.

Tina and Cecilia looked at each other, and when Balan approached, Tina asked:

"Baram, can you give him to me?"

"What?" Balaam stopped walking.

"Your Ophelia, your Aphrodite, your Artemis."

Tina brushed her temples, her sweet red lips curled into a half-smile, her black eyes squinted at Balandao.

Balan frowned and said, "Don't always describe him as a woman."

"So when I talk about them, you think of him, don't you?"

Balan didn't bother to answer Tina's unquestionable question, he just said: "Give up, no matter how rich, noble, or beautiful you are, he won't be your 'lover'."

"Why? Did you see him?"

Tina turned her face sideways and looked up at Balaam.

Balaam was not stupid enough to tell about Mino. He put his hand on the doorknob and said:

"It's none of your business."

He turned the doorknob.

Tina said behind him:

"They're all looking at him, but you don't see them the same way. You see him so much that it doesn't look like yourself anymore."

"That's because I know more about him than you do."

"Yes, we were just looking at him..." Tina smiled slightly, while Cecilia looked at them in confusion, not understanding what they were talking about.Tina said softly, her voice seemed to be tempting, "...if you get too close to him, you will be sad one day, Balaam."

At this time, a piece of music came from the bell tower outside the window, accompanied by the sound of three bronze bells.

The blood races in the room all sat back to their seats after hearing the sound, and even the conversation between the neighbors stopped.Su Shi was already a little sleepy, so he stopped the small silver spoon for scooping out the yogurt ice cream.

After a while, the butler Freeman came to the afternoon tea room.At the same time, he brought a bunch of beautifully bound books mainly in ancient red, black, and gold.

He put the books one by one on the side cabinet, and read as he put them:

"Byron?"

A vampire tapped the crystal cup with a small spoon.

"Yes, Mr. Byron."

The butler briskly raised his eyebrows, and put down a leather book with metal carvings of vine leaves on the cover. This large book looks like a small leather box from a distance. To read this book, you must first open it with a key... …

"Yeats?"

This time it was a gold-red book covered with colorful embroidered paintings, and two more blood races knocked on the cups in hand.

"Both Yeats."

The butler put down the books and called out the names of several poets, but no one responded, so the books were placed on the tray carried by the footman.Tina leaned close to Su Shi's ear and explained to him the next game and the rules——

The blood race used to have a poetry reception, everyone took turns to recite the same poem sentence by sentence, and the last sentence was punished with a glass of wine.Of course, this is just one way of playing.

"... Baudelaire?"

The housekeeper over there is singing the poet's name again, this time the cover of the book is woven with black feathers, which looks like a square bird wing cut out.

This time it was Balaam who tapped the cup.

Some blood said to Balan, "Don't you dislike Baudelaire?"

Balan said: "Sometimes I like it, but now I really like it."

After the butler finished reading the title of the book, a servant came in with whiskey.

The game starts with Balan first.

He listened to Balaam read a poem:

"Like an angel with yellow eyes,

I go back to your bed,

In the shadows of night,

Silently slipped to your side. "

He handed out the collection of poems, and the manservant took the collection of poems and handed them over to Su Shi. Su Shi reopened the bookmark along the ribbon, and then read:

"I will give you, my brunette,

Kiss as cold as the moon,

Here you go, coiled in a cave

A caress like a snake. "

There was a taste of moonlight in his voice, and the last two words overflowed with air, as if the overlapping and wriggling snakes stirred the air.

Su Shi was about to transfer the collection of poems in his hand to Tina when he heard a vampire on the opposite side straighten his back and say:

"Excuse me, can you read it again?"

Su Shi didn't think much, and read it again.

The other blood races listened quietly, as if waiting for the crisp sound of a feather falling to the ground.After reading a poem, the room was silent.

Poetry is short, silence is long.

There is an aftertaste of tranquility in the air.

The blood race who spoke first, said bravely again: "Sorry, please read it again."

Su Shi looked up at the other party in confusion, and began to feel that something was wrong.He hesitated, then read it again.

The blood clan said: "I can't hear clearly..."

Balaam interrupted:

"Shut up, next."

Baudelaire's "Ghosts" is short, and soon one of the Bloods is punished with a glass of whiskey.

Then I read two more poems from "Poetry Copy", the last line of which was written by Su Shi.The whiskey was poured into a small glass, and Su Shi didn't feel anything, so he drank it all.Unexpectedly, the aftertaste of the wine was quite strong, he was sleepy at first, and he became a little confused when the alcohol came up.

Then it was all about Balaam drinking there.

No matter who gets the poetry collection, chooses which poem to read, it will always be the same person's turn to read the last sentence-they have already counted the places, and they have done it on purpose.And Balan didn't seem surprised by this—Balan, who was making things difficult for the teacher when reciting poems, was required to recite every punctuation mark.

Then some blood race joked: "Balan is really unlucky today... He has never been punished for drinking before. It seems that today the goddess of luck has visited someone else." And don't neglect him.

It's a pity that the assists from the brothers and sisters were useless. The one who was taken care of didn't feel it at all, and was ignorant of the euphemistic hints. He followed everyone else and turned to look at Balan, holding his face and opening his eyes that were clouded by alcohol , smiled.

Balaam curled his lips while watching him, read the last two sentences again, and drank another glass of whiskey.