I have been a royal these years

01.

After the program recorded the first round of rankings, it was as if a layer of skin had been peeled off me, and I lost half my life.

I almost lost my San value, and urgently needed a blood transfusion to save me, and something to liberate my spirit.

In the evening, I went to the bar with Zhu Chang and my manager.Some people may wonder, didn't Zhu Chang and I have a fight on the show not long ago, how can we still go to the bar together like no one?

Plastic teammates travel together.It doesn't matter if a primary school girl wants to pull someone to go to the bathroom together. He and I may not be able to go to the bathroom hand in hand, but we can still go to the bar peacefully together.

What's more, there is an agent in the middle, which plays a good role in reconciling us who are too different in class.

When we arrived at the bar, we had a tacit understanding of each drink.He drank vodka, I drank Yakult.Everyone enjoys themselves.

The agent's mouth was like a machine gun, talking non-stop, and we were silent.After talking for a long time, the agent felt that it was boring and became quiet.

Zhu Chang and I "have our own time" and gradually became less happy.Come to the bar and only drink, I don't even drink alcohol, what is the picture?

Of course, it's still early, and it's not yet the time to get high, but it's a bit difficult for us to keep drinking until we get high.First of all, Zhu Chang's vodka has a high concentration, and by the time he drinks it until the bar wakes up, he will probably be dead.And although my Yakult has no alcohol concentration, it is still a urine-causing liquid.

Ah, my indissoluble bond with urine in this life.

02.

"How about some fun?" Zhu Chang asked suddenly.

I found that Zhu Chang has a problem, he doesn't have a subject when he speaks, and people often don't know who he is talking to.Then I thought about it carefully, and he seemed to have a subject when he talked to others, and he didn't call out his name only when he talked to me.So after being quiet for a while, I realized that he was speaking to me.

"Playing what?" I asked him.

He pondered for a moment: "Poetry Solitaire."

good idea.This may be the game that intellectuals love to play.

I didn't refuse. If I refused, it would expose my lack of culture.I bit the bullet, gritted my teeth and asked, "What if I lose?"

He suddenly narrowed his eyes with a smile, and moved his face closer to me: "What do you think?"

"Well... let's play the one with the big ticket." I pointed to the bartender at the bar and said, "If you lose, go ask that guy for his WeChat ID, but you can't talk the whole time."

Zhu Chang nodded in agreement.Finding a man and asking for a WeChat ID is not something that can arouse huge public opinion.It is a certain degree of excitement and fun, and a certain degree of insurance.

Zhu Chang asked me to start first, and I blurted out a sentence: "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, it is suspected that there is frost on the ground."

Zhu Chang quickly added a sentence: "The three elders with frost beard are like Shuangjue, who is here now when the old friends are gone."

I was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and the hand that poured Yakult froze, and the beige liquid flowed vertically into the cup, making a mechanical sizzle.

This move gave me the ability to be unresponsive, almost fell off the chair and went to see my great-grandpa.

I lost, quickly and without warning.

It suddenly occurred to me that Zhu Chang was writing ancient songs recently and recited a lot of poems.After I went to college, I couldn't even recognize and write all the words. How could I play against others?

He dug a hole for me and I jumped in.

I dug a hole for him and jumped in myself.

Anyway, these two pits are all occupied by me, and he is fine.

I rubbed my forehead, I wiped my eyes, I stood up, and went straight to the bar, looking for the bartender to ask for his WeChat ID.

However, when I came to the bar, the big bartender left work without warning, and a female bartender came in seamlessly and took his place.

I am stunned.

I looked back at Zhu Chang, and then at this beautiful bartender.

Although I wrap myself up very tightly, even though I am covered in black material, I am not short of some more hate beans.But with my identity, asking a girl for a WeChat ID, isn't that a good thing after all?

The pit was dug by myself.

Culture is not enough for me.

Willing to gamble to lose.

I swallowed, summoned up my courage, and quickly typed on my phone: Hello, can I send you a WeChat message?

I handed the phone to the female bartender, followed by clicking on my WeChat and waiting for her to add me or me to add her.

The female bartender frowned and looked at me strangely, as if looking at an unknown pervert.Fortunately, she has a lot of knowledge and experience, so she was not scared away by my strange behavior.She just, just looked at a mentally retarded person.

I've never hooked up with a girl after all.I'm gay, how can I have any experience in hooking up with girls?It also made it difficult for me to go to girls' WeChat without talking.

I thought about it left and right, and I thought about it before and after, and I could only use the method that my bad friend taught me, an internet celebrity level method.

I quickly typed a line again: What's the matter?The profile picture on WeChat is me, dissatisfied?The profile picture is me.