The "King" picked two cards with a wicked smile on his face, asking for a kiss on the other, and it had to be a kiss on the lips!

What the cards in Gray's hand were, he remembered clearly - thank goodness!

I didn't expect the game to be so terrifying!

If he really draws him, he won't be able to do it anyway!

However, the makers of the game are not so easy to fool, and before the game starts, the punishment rules are announced.

The punishment rules set by these students are very immoral - everyone dances anyway, and if anyone can't do it, go downstairs to the restaurant lobby and do a striptease!

It's not clean, it's not sexy, but it's not good!

This punishment project can't be done anyway!

What's going on with these guys!

There was a boy who howled and took out his cards and asked who he was going to kiss, hoping it was a beautiful girl.

At this time, Gray's heart hung again.

I won't draw the one next to me!

What if she does win? Just look at it!

What is the reason to run away with her?

I asked around, but no one answered. The "King" trembled and turned over his hole cards, only to find that they were not.

"Here!" Someone suddenly shouted.

It turned out that it was the one that everyone had put on Julian's body because everyone hadn't forgotten the sleeping squad leader!

There was a bang in the room, laughter, screaming, screaming, yelling, whoops, squad leader, you have been taken advantage of by someone like this without knowing - or by a man!

Amid the commotion of the crowd, the boy approached Julian with a look of disgust, touched his lips like a dragonfly, and immediately jumped away as if he were about to vomit.

Gray frowned in disgust.

In the next game, he felt like he was on pins and needles, and the girls around him seemed to be too nervous to experience the fun of the game at all.

He was going to refuse to continue playing, but he didn't expect the action to be half a beat slower, and before he could say anything, the cards had already been handed to him.

Gray swallowed the words back into his stomach and began to silently calculate the odds of being drawn.

The suitable number of people for this game is originally about 10 people, which can maintain a relatively high level of participation. But now that there are more than 20 people playing, the probability of participating is significantly reduced, and the probability of not being drawn once in a night is quite high.

It's not going to be that unlucky!

As soon as I thought of this, I heard the newly elected king shout: "King of spades!" ”

Gray's eyes darkened, and he thought, "It's over! ”

Then the king shouted: "The Qeen of hearts is below, and the king of spades is on top to do thirty push-ups, and each time the lips must not be more than a centimeter from the lips of the Qeen of hearts!" ”

The people around immediately coaxed: "This is too difficult to master!" If you don't control your strength well, you'll either kiss or go down to a striptease! ”

"It's only fun to be difficult! Besides, what is the strength training every day, can't you even control thirty! ”

"Who's who, who's who!"

Gray slammed the cards on the table with a dark face, intending to play tricks for the first time in his life - the king of spades was thrown on the table, and the corners of the serious King's mouth were somehow hooked, looking like a teasing smile.

"Old, teacher!"

Unexpectedly, the students had a good time, and found out that it was Vantacia who was drawn, and they didn't save him face at all, but made a more fierce noise.

"Hearts Qeen! Hearts Qeen! Where is it!! ”

"I'd still prefer to see the teacher do the striptease!" A girl screamed.

The screams were echoed one after another, and the atmosphere seemed to be hotter than ever.

Shaida, who was beside Gray, reacted half a beat slowly, and only then did she let out a soft "ah".

Gray's eyes glanced out of the corner and he saw that she was holding a queen of hearts in her hand.

Unexpectedly...... Is it her?

"Teacher, teacher, let's dance! We're not going downstairs, we're here! ”

The heckling was getting too much, and the whistles were blowing.

Gray gritted his teeth, reached out and pulled Shaida up, pulled her two steps, and simply put her to the ground.

In the midst of a scream, he leaned over gracefully and completed a push-up preparation on top of her.

Shaida's mind has not yet turned a corner, and it has not progressed to the step of "to do" or "to escape", it has already become like this!

She looked at him in a daze, the other party's face was so close to her, there was almost no expression on his face, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

His body was as tall as a sloping plank, and no one had ever seen it so beautiful.

Everyone didn't expect Gray to be so crisp, this is simply a major breakthrough in everyone's impression of the male god with facial paralysis on weekdays, so the voices of coaxing came and went, and suddenly felt that the distance between him and everyone was getting closer. Some girls are even a little jealous, if only they had this luck, it would be nice to draw the person below who was themselves!

Gray took a breath and began to do push-ups using his standard movements.

Shaida only felt his face suddenly close to her, so nervous that she almost screamed, but his movements suddenly stopped, his head turned slightly to the side, and the distance between the lips of the two people was no more than a centimeter, and they could clearly feel each other's breathing.

Hot hot.

When Gray started doing push-ups, he realized that there was a trap hidden in the trap.

If it falls straight down, then the tips of the nose will touch together without waiting for the lips to come closer, and it is impossible to achieve the desired goal of one centimeter.

So I had to deflect my face and adjust the angle, so the whole posture seemed very ambiguous.

Shaida couldn't help but blush.

Gray did thirty push-ups as fast as he could, and he did the same amount of distance each time.

It takes a lot of strength and control to do this, and in the end, the onlookers forget that this is a game, and they forget to heckle and cheer with all their hearts.

Gray didn't even know what he was doing.

The girl underneath her, her long black hair was messily spread on the ground, her limbs were slender, but her cheeks were crimson, her pink rose-like lips were slightly open, and her black grape-like eyes were full of panic, like a lamb on a chopping board to be slaughtered.

This kind of form is really a foul, making people feel like there is a fire burning all over their bodies, and they wish that their arms could not support it, and they fell headlong.

With each movement, the two of them were so close that they could feel the warmth of her skin and her breath mingling with hers. There was a faint fragrance on her body, not the smell of any fragrance, but some natural, primitive, seductive smell.

Excluding the injured part, Gray's physical strength was stronger than anyone else's, and thirty precisely controlled push-ups were not worth mentioning to him at all.

He could, and he hated to, keep doing it.