When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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"Then it won't work,"

The boy loosened the wine glass forward again, and the spilled wine fell on Qian Ling's neckline, "You can only drink this glass of wine by yourself."

Qianling frowned.

Look at the dark mark on the neckline.

Clothes are stained.

Amidst the constant booing around, Qian Ling looked up at the boy who had been urging him.

The boy's appearance was very strange, with a youthful and handsome look in his delicate appearance, and a bit of rebelliousness in his clothes.

The boy froze for a few seconds.

It seems that he didn't expect him to look over suddenly, and his expression was lost for a moment.

This new transfer student is really good-looking.

He seems to be the kind of obedient and good student who only sits in the classroom with his books in hand, studies hard, and completes the class assignments assigned by the teacher as required.

What a shame.

Boys have always cast aside such rigid good students.

But seeing Shang Qianling's gaze, the boy's throat tightened inexplicably.

Such a well-behaved student must not drink alcohol.

Especially for this kind of high-strength liquor, you only need to take a sip, and it will burn all the way from the throat to the tail, and even the cheeks and eye sockets will be hot.

Especially his skin is so white, even in the dark box, he can see clearly.

Different from the original idea of ​​wanting to see people get drunk and lose face, more secret and bad thoughts are slowly brewing in the bottom of my heart.

Just as the boy was about to speak again, the wine glass in his hand was taken away.

But the man with the glass—

It wasn't Qianling, but Ji Jiayu who was sitting next to him.

The boy paused slightly, "Young Master Ji?"

It seemed that he didn't understand what Ji Jiayu was playing.

Under everyone's suspicious eyes, Ji Jiayu drank the wine in one gulp.

This wine is really spicy.

Ji Jiayu coughed slightly, "Look what, didn't he say that he doesn't know how to drink? Friendly classmates, it's not good to help others."

Everyone: "..."

Is it really appropriate for these words to come out of your mouth?

But in any case, this glass of wine was topped by someone.

Qian Ling originally planned to ask the system for help, and use the system's points to exchange for some hangover medicine or the like.

The box lights were dim.

At this time, the door was opened again, and this time standing at the door against the light was a tall figure.

The moment he appeared, the entire box was quiet for a few seconds, and then everyone automatically vacated the middlemost seats.

It seemed that he had never thought that he would come.

"Brother Shengli."

Sheng Li hummed lightly.

He didn't sit in the C seat that everyone moved out, but found a corner of the sofa, and his whole body was almost submerged in darkness.

"Go ahead and leave me alone."

Qian Ling raised her eyes quietly.

Sheng Li's facial features are very clear, with a high nose bridge, thin eyelids slightly raised, and a slender eyelash silhouette cut out when the eyelids are lowered.

He holds the mobile phone in one hand, with a broad palm and long, thin knuckles with well-defined knuckles.

Hands like this are perfect for playing basketball.

When he was distracted, the gang got a deck of cards out of nowhere.

"So many people don't play dice, let's come later and do something else."

"How about the game of kings?"

Hearing these words, Qian Ling suddenly recovered.

He looked at the person who made this suggestion, it was the boy who handed him the wine just now, his name was Xu Chenyu.

"What's the matter, don't you know how to play? I'll teach you."

Another person put it on his shoulders, "That's right, Brother Yu will teach you."

Qian Ling said: "No, I will."

"That's fine." Xu Chenyu took apart the playing cards in his hand, and took out one of each of the cards in the playing cards, "I'm afraid someone won't, so let me explain the rules first."

"After the cards are shuffled, each person draws a card as a hidden card. Only you know this number, and the one who draws the fake card is the king of the game."

He raised the joker card he drew.

"This is the card. The player who draws this card needs to show his identity and become the king. And the player who is the king can issue instructions to any number of two to three players."

"But be careful—there is one card left on the table now, and this card is the number of the king. When you blindly choose the number and give the order, be careful to trap yourself."

After explaining the basic rules of the game of kings.

When everyone was shuffling the cards, Xu Chenyu asked, "Brother Li, do you want to play together?"

Sheng Li put down the phone and hummed.

"can."

After shuffling and drawing the cards, Qian Ling randomly drew a card from the cards on the table.

It is a number 7.

This game is actually looking at the instructions given by the person who issued the instructions, but it is a game after all.

A little embarrassing request at best, but not dangerous.

After everyone has drawn their cards.

"There is a king in this game, and the king can start issuing orders."

It was Ji Jiayu who drew the king card.

He looked around at everyone participating in the game, and finally fixed his gaze on Qian Ling.

"What's your number?"

Qian Ling held the cards in his hand nervously, for fear that Ji Jiayu would be able to see through his eyes, "This is a foul, I won't tell you the number."

"You tell me, I won't order you. How?"

Qianling was a little shaken.

Finally, he shook his head, "Forget it, I don't believe you."

"I blocked the drink for you just now, why do you hate me so much?"

Qian Ling nodded.

It's frankly sad.

"Ok."

Ji Jiayu said: "No. 3 and..."

Qian Ling's heart hung slightly, until Ji Jiayu called out the number 8, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

What Ji Jiayu ordered were two shallow and unknown people, and the request was to hold a disposable water glass filled with alcohol in their mouths, and feed the other person wine.

Because both of them were boys, there was nothing to worry about, except for some spilled wine, so the task was quickly completed.

Cards will be drawn again for the next round.

The one who drew the King of China was the boy who was punished in the last round, and the collar of his clothes was still wet.

He snorted, "It's time for the peasants to stand up."

"Then it's still No. 3 and No. 8. How about some exciting punishment? That's—kissing for 15 seconds?"

As soon as his words came out, the others ate melons and booed one after another.

"Wow, that's fine, I like to watch something exciting."

"Who are number 3 and number 8?"

Qian Ling frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

He bowed his head.

Holding this round of cards in his hand, the big number 3 is shining brightly.

Qianling: "..."

Is it too late to get away now?

"Who is No. 3, hurry up and speak up."

Qian Ling slowly raised his hand and put the cards in his hand on the table.Whispered: "Me."

"What about the 8th?"

"Damn it's cheap on the 8th."

"Oh, it's a pity, I'm number 9, almost."

"It's a pity that this punishment didn't fall on my head for the first time."

Ji Jiayu looked at the cards in his hand.

7 number.

a little short...

After realizing his thoughts, he curled his mouth in disdain.

"Who cares about this kind of punishment?"

The boy who issued the order just now saw that no one said anything, and he had a faint expectation in his heart, "Could it be that the number 8 is the king's hidden card."

"I'm number 8."

A cold voice came in, his volume was not loud, but it made everyone stop discussing and look sideways.

Sheng Li had no expression on his face, holding the number 8 card between his fingertips, he looked over indifferently.

In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded.

Including Qianling.

The first one to get down was the boy who announced the task in the first place. He paused for a few seconds and said staggeringly: "If that can't be done, how about we change the punishment?"

"Yes, what do you say, Young Master Li?"

Just when everyone thought that Sheng Li would step down the steps, they only heard him say indifferently: "No, since you have drawn it, you can't break the rules of the game."

After finishing speaking, his eyes passed through the rest of these people, and fell directly on Qian Ling.

"Number 3, come here."

Qian Ling grabbed the hem of her clothes nervously, stood up slowly under everyone's gaze, and leaned towards Sheng Li with embarrassment on her face.

He stood in front of Sheng Li, like a child who did something wrong, at a loss what to do.

"How about another—"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was pushed forward.

Sheng Li's palm pressed against the back of Qian Ling's head, and his cold lips pressed against her, with a slight coolness.

Qian Ling then saw the enlarged version of Sheng Li's handsome face.

The boy with single eyelids is cold and cool, even if he is punished, even the temperature on his lips is icy cold.

Qianling was so cold that she couldn't help but want to shrink back.

As if sensing his resistance, Sheng Li's hand imprisoned on the back of Qian Ling's head exerted strength, and his chin slightly lifted, wrapping Qian Ling's lips.

Qian Ling's whole body was blank.

He had only met the boy in front of him today, and they didn't even have a complete conversation, so they had to do such an intimate thing.

But Sheng Li in front of him seemed dissatisfied with this, and pressed his other hand on Qian Ling's waist, pushing down hard.

Qian Ling didn't have much strength in the first place, and was so pressed that she almost cried out in surprise, and threw herself into Sheng Li's arms.

In this gap between mouths.

Sheng Li poked in.

Qian Ling supported Shengli's shoulders with his palms, trying to pull back a little distance, but it was completely useless.

He has been completely controlled by someone in his arms, his legs are next to Sheng Li's, and he can feel the strength through the material of the clothes.

Why hasn't 15 seconds arrived yet?

Qian Ling's whole face was flushed, and his breath was filled with the entanglement of the two of them. He tried hard to avoid Sheng Li.

But who would have thought that a boy who looks so high and cold would not leave any room for a kiss.

Why is it like this...

Under the chaotic light, Qian Ling and Shengli's bodies were covered with the same layer of light, which seemed to separate all other people and form a small world.

The students next to him were all stunned.

The time has already exceeded the originally set 15 seconds, but the two have not separated yet.

And it was Sheng Li who took the initiative to bring him into his arms, hugging him dearly.

This is enough to make your jaw drop.

It's actually real? !

Ji Jiayu's eyes were red, looking at the two intimate people in front of him, he felt extremely glaring.

He grabbed a glass of strong white wine and poured it down his throat.

What kind of shit punishment and shit game, it's not entertaining at all, it's just extremely boring.

[The author has something to say: Ji Jiayu: Stop talking, it will be sour]