All-day duel with Hei Lian boyfriend

Yu Shen slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll just take it as you are praising me."

"I'm praising you." Unexpectedly, Liang Qingshu replied frankly, "If there are more interesting games in the future..."

Yu Shen looked at each other.

Liang Qingshu never seems to be stingy with expressing his emotions at this time. He has a confident and proud foundation, which allows him to show his interests and strengths at will.

Yu Shen originally didn't like this kind of mentality of a high-ranking person, but now Liang Qingshu's attitude does not feel aggressive and domineering, but sincere and frank, which is not annoying.

"I will invite you." Yu Shen echoed, "If there is still a chance."

Before the start of the second round of the off-court round, Fang Ting, who hadn't spoken to Yu Shen for most of the day, suddenly ran over to him.

"Yu Shen, you're going to wrestle with Zhao Hemu soon, right?" Fang Ting suggested, "Then do you want to make some preparations? I just saw that Zhao Hemu did it."

Yu Shen followed her words and said, "How to do it?"

"I just found it on Baidu. It said that doing rope curling is a good exercise. The specific method is to stand up first, and then hold it with both hands..." Fang Ting forced her mobile phone to Yu Shen, and reached out to grab the other's tablet , "—Hey, take a look for yourself, I'll keep your tablet for you first."

Yu Shen blocked the mobile phone she handed over: "I won't do it."

"It's okay if you don't do it, anyway, it's only a few minutes." After successfully getting Yu Shen's tablet, Fang Ting didn't want to waste any more time, "Then you will work harder later."

She left as soon as she finished speaking, and everyone who looked at her anxious look knew what she wanted to do, but neither Yu Shen nor Liang Qingshu stopped her.

"Go and call Zhao Hemu back." Liang Qingshu glanced at the time, casually summoned someone over and said, "The second round is about to begin."

Soon, Zhao Hemu returned after finishing a series of warm-up preparations.

His face was flushed, he looked like a balloon with its mouth open, and the energy in his body was about to rush out.

Zhao Hemu sat on the chair very arrogantly, smashed his right hand on the table, and said provocatively to Yu Shen: "Yu Shen, I told you in advance that if your wrist is broken by me, don't blame me. "

"That's not bad." Yu Shen said, "It can let me know that although you have no brains, you still have strength."

Zhao Hemu heard the sarcasm in Yu Shen's words, but now that he was winning, he didn't take this sentence to heart at all.

The two stretched out their wrists at the same time.

Compared with Zhao Hemu, Yu Shen's wrist is indeed thinner and whiter, but it looks very strong, with distinct phalanges. When the palm is spread out and moved, it is slender and flexible like notes walking on a stave.

Liang Qingshu glanced at it and then looked away.

These are indeed a pair of hands for playing the violin, and they should not be used for such rough things.

But thinking about how Yu Shen had killed Gao Han neatly with a knife before, he felt that there was nothing to worry about.

"Student Zhao." After fighting with Zhao Hemu, Yu Shen was at a disadvantage for a while, but his expression was still relaxed, "Do you know that although arm wrestling seems to be just a sport of wrist strength, it actually requires a lot of skills?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to distract me?"

Zhao Hemu put more effort into his hand and pressed down Yu Shen's hand a bit.

"I'm serious. Do you know that there is a place called Hegu Point at the mouth of the human tiger? Press it, and you will feel sore and swollen?" Yu Shen said in a soft voice, "Look, it's just in the This location—"

Zhao Hemu had goosebumps all over his body when he said it, and was about to scold back when he suddenly felt Yu Shen's thumb pressed hard somewhere in his tiger's den.

Suddenly, a feeling of numbness came like lightning, hitting his wrist muscles directly.

"Grass!" In such an instant, Yu Shen changed his hand skillfully and pressed Zhao Hemu's hand heavily on the table.

Zhao Hemu was dumbfounded.

"Student Zhao," Yu Shen pulled an alcohol wipe from the side, wiped his hands and said, "From the perspective of your Chinese medicine practitioners, sweaty palms indicate kidney deficiency, yin deficiency, and excessive liver fire. You really should Change your living habits and make up for it.”

The onlookers looked at Zhao Hemu's gritted teeth and laughed happily.

This time, after the off-court competition, Zhao Hemu was almost ashamed, but what disturbed him more than the embarrassment was that Yu Shen's points were all transferred to You San's head in an instant, and Yu Shen became the lowest 0 in the game. point.

At 0 o'clock, this is a situation that Zhao Hemu couldn't have imagined even if he smashed his head.

"Damn it!" Zhao Hemu hammered the table hard, but because he touched the corner of the table, he bumped his hand red, which looked even more ridiculous.

And the impact of this off-court game is not just that.

Through this comparison, the students also saw that Zhao Hemu was really incompetent, and the people who were forced to succumb to his fist now also ignored him.

On the contrary, it was You San who had been summoned by Zhao Hemu for the lowest point. Because of Yu Shen's extra 26 points, his points became the highest 31 points in the game, and he became the person most likely to get the bonus. Come over and get close to him.

You San has lived for more than ten years without such treatment, so he is very flattered to be surrounded by all the stars.

Seeing this result, Zhao Hemu was so angry that his lungs would burst, he rushed to You San and the others, and said viciously: "Why are you laughing, you are a hippie, tell me what you have the ability to do. ?”

"We're not laughing at you, how can we just laugh?" A boy yelled at Zhao Hemu, "You've lost yourself, so don't take your anger out on us, okay?"

The rest of the people laughed tacitly.

Zhao Hemu understood what this smile meant, and he sneered: "Yes, you guys. Have you forgotten that we signed the contract? You will start to feel complacent now?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of many people became ugly.

It's not that they forgot about the contract, rather, it's because of this contract that they can get together so easily to talk and laugh.

But after Zhao Hemu's reminder, everyone realized that the contract is now in Zhao Hemu's hands. If Zhao Hemu was unhappy and tore it up, or used it to raise other conditions, it would be very difficult to handle.

"Just remember." Zhao Hemu looked at everyone's expressions proudly, "Why don't you put all your points on me next time. I figured it out. Since I can't be the supervisor now, I'll take it. A bonus is nice too."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Give points to Zhao Hemu?What if Zhao Hemu directly tore up the contract after getting the money?

On the contrary, You San took the money, Zhao Hemu would definitely not be willing to tear up the contract, and would definitely ask You San to fulfill the contract obligations, so that everyone can get the money and achieve the original goal.

"Why should we add some money to you? Is it necessary?" The boy who had the courage to hate Zhao Hemu just now spoke first, "Whoever takes the money doesn't..."

"Do you think that if you let You San get the money, I will have nothing to do with you?" Zhao Hemu interrupted the boy, "It's a pity, no! Let me tell you, I don't care about the money at all, I think this contract Just tear it up, understand? When You San takes the money, see if he will be willing to share it with you!"

Everyone else looked at You San with a "swish".

The author has something to say: today's ranking is a bit short, sorry, I need to understand the outline QAQ tomorrow

The general direction of this article is there, but the details of the game are edited by me every time, and I am still thinking about what interesting games to write in the future. In fact, I want to write Desert Island Survival (not)