Chapter 41 There Are Still Many Hades in the World She could only accept her fate and curl up in bed, shivering and reflecting on how she had offended Jiang Zhihuai to make him do such a cruel thing to her! The audience in the live broadcast room spread the news from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and they all rushed into the live broadcast line of the boys' dormitory to watch Jiang Zhihuai telling ghost stories to Song Zhiyu. Seeing Song Zhiyu curled up in the bed, looking pitiful, weak and helpless, they laughed out loud in an unkind way. [Hahahahahaha, you deserve it! You got the advantage during the day and still didn't behave yourself. You kept getting close to your sponsor's face and opening the door wide. Now you're getting your retribution, right?] [Goose goose goose goose goose, the sponsor is here to win! Satan should have a tattoo of him on his back, and it has to be with his eyes closed, because he can't be shocked with his eyes open! ] [Hahahaha damn, there are still too many devils in this world! I am laughing so hard that I am crawling on the ground! ] [Song Zhiyu: I may not be a human, but you are a living animal! ] [Song Zhiyu: I don’t want to hear him, but I’m also afraid he won’t say anything, so I’m ] [Hahahaha, with Song Zhiyu's heartless personality, I guess he has never been so consumed by internal friction in his life! ] [Aaaaaah, who understands! I am super afraid of ghosts and I really can’t stand listening to any ghost stories! I am kind of regretting clicking in now! ]
[Super ghost-shy alien +1, right now he is curled up in bed, watching the live broadcast on his phone, and shivering with Song Shao...] …… God knows how Song Zhiyu managed to get through that night. Although he was so sleepy that his eyelids felt like they were weighed down by a weight, he would rather pry his eyes open with his fingers than close them. Because as soon as I closed my eyes, my brain would be like a tape recorder, automatically playing the voice of Jiang Zhihuai telling ghost stories in a loop. In addition, he was so sleepy that he was unconscious and his five senses were in a state of confusion, so it was easy for him to put himself in the shoes of the protagonist in the story and have the same dream. I fall asleep one second and wake up the next, over and over again, endlessly. It wasn't until the sky turned pale and the morning sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains that he breathed a sigh of relief. He released the hand that had been holding up his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep. At eight o'clock in the morning, the guests gathered in the living room on the first floor, ready to meet the challenges of the new day. Song Zhiyu, who is usually full of energy, looked like he was drugged. He was listless, looked haggard, and had two huge dark circles under his eyes. It was hard not to attract other people's attention! "What's wrong with you? Did you steal sweet potatoes last night?" Ye Sangsang poked his big dark circles and was the first to express her condolences. Wen Si also laughed and joked: "Why? Are you tired of being a funny guy? Do you want to be a national treasure instead?" "Maybe it's because he's done too many bad things and this is his retribution." Jiang Zhihuai appeared behind him at some point and put his arm around his shoulders like a good brother. Then she leaned close to his ear calmly and whispered devilishly again: "Don't tell anyone about what happened last night, or I'll tell you again tonight." Song Zhiyu: “…” Are you a fucking devil? Whenever Satan comes before him, he has to call himself Little Sa! What could he do? He could only suppress the bitterness in his heart and put on a smile that was uglier than crying, saying, "Nothing, maybe I had too much fun yesterday and was in a state of excitement, which led to insomnia at night. I couldn't sleep." He laughed dryly, trying to get the matter over with quickly so that Jiang Zhihuai wouldn't bother him again that night. Wen Si looked at Jiang Zhihuai, who was suddenly arm in arm with him, his eyes full of suspicion: "When did your relationship become so good?"
Her intuition told her that this matter was related to Jiang Zhihuai. However, before Jiang Zhihuai could answer, Song Zhiyu rushed to reply: "We have always had a good relationship! Don't you think so, Brother Jiang?" This actually further confirmed Wen Si's guess. She suspected that Song Zhiyu was severely retaliated by some jealous person last night because he was too rude! Although she didn't know how he did it, but seeing Song Zhiyu's helpless look...she felt secretly happy. Every wicked man will be punished by his own wickedness. Let’s see if he will owe you money again in the future! You deserve to live a few more lives! Hahahahahaha! Barrage: 【I watched the whole process, smiling but saying nothing. 】 【Song Shao: There is no pain to 】 [If I hadn’t been there last night, I would have almost believed it! ] [Hahahahahaha, how can Song Zhiyu be so miserable and funny at the same time! Just fool your buddies, but don’t fool yourself! ] [What did the sponsor whisper in his ear again? Is there anyone who knows lip reading who can translate for me? Look how scared the kid is, his face turned pale in an instant! ] [Who knows, maybe I told him another ghost story [dog head][dog head][dog head]] [Hahahahaha damn, he's so bad! I like him so much! [heart][heart][heart]] After the noise, Xiao Ai began to announce today's game. Xiao Ai: "Good morning, dear guests. I believe everyone has noticed that the production team has set up three computers in the living room overnight and posted countless game posters." As soon as everyone went downstairs, they were busy looking at Song Zhiyu's dark circles. If he hadn't reminded them, they wouldn't have noticed it. A poster of a game called "King of Gunfight" was posted in the living room, and the promotional video of the game was playing in a loop on the large LED screen. "Isn't this the game you mentioned to me yesterday? Did they transfer the money to the production team overnight?" Ye Sangsang looked at Lu Yao. As the spokesperson for this game, Lu Yao was completely confused: "Maybe." After all, the popularity of "Love Observation Room" is getting higher day by day, and he happened to mention inadvertently that the game company felt that the publicity effect was very good, so it is very likely that they would find the program team to advertise overnight. Xiao Ai didn't hide anything at all and admitted it very straightforwardly: "Yes, they gave money to the production team. So the name of the game we are going to play today is: King of Gunfight." "The rules of the game are: three male guests will check into a room in Gunfight King to compete one-on-one. The winner will receive a luxurious breakfast for two sponsored by Gunfight King..." The rules are still the same, but the game feels like it has changed a lot. Barrage: [Hey guys, I just said that casually yesterday, and you guys really sent me money? ] [Okay, okay, this game developer is very considerate, they deserve to make a lot of money! [Like][Like][Like]]
[It's over. I feel like my sponsor is going to be robbed by Lu Yao again today! ] [Lu Yao: You never expected that? I recharged my account overnight!] 【Lu Yao: Welcome to my home turf. 】 It’s not that they look down on Jiang Zhihuai, but there is a gap between the gaming skills of ordinary players and professional e-sports players. After all, what's the saying? Don't try to challenge other people's jobs with your hobbies! Not only them, but even Jiang Zhihuai himself realized this. (End of this chapter)
