Chapter 463: Can't Go Back to the Past

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"Okay, just do what this girl says." Lin Lerong drinks a lot, and what she cares about is not how to drink, but how much to drink. She picked up her wine glass, and then motioned to An Ling, "Since you think I'm a ghost, why don't we compare them separately first?" ā€

Regarding Lin Lerong's provocation, An Ling snorted coldly without showing weakness: "Okay, I'll test the water for everyone and see how many catties you have now who are possessed by ghosts." ā€

An Ling also stood up, then picked up the wine glass and slammed it towards the glass in Lin Lerong's hand. The two clink glasses, then raise their glasses and pour them directly into their stomachs.

It was a big cup of two halves, just one bite at a time, which really made people feel a little frightened. Before, several of them said that Lin Lerong could drink, so I was still a little prepared for the statement that she could drink. But An Ling is also so bold in taking a cup, which makes me feel a little bizarre.

After all, Lin Lerong is tall, and she can drink because of her strong ability to process alcohol. But An Ling is so well-behaved that he doesn't look like he can drink at all. I quietly glanced at Duan Weiwei's face, because she knew An Ling and Lin Lerong. If there seemed to be something unusual about these two people, she would definitely be the first to notice it.

When I looked at Duan Weiwei, I found that she was also secretly looking at me. When the two of us met their gaze, I couldn't help but avoid hers. Then when I turned my gaze back, I found that Duan Weiwei was still looking at me. And he winked at me and motioned for me to observe the men around me.

This Duan Weiwei is really a person, no wonder she is so popular. She must have completely figured out the situation on the field in this short moment. Now An Ling and Lin Lerong are both suspected of being possessed by ghosts, although Duan Weiwei is not obviously separated from them. But she was already on guard in her heart, and she wanted to find an ally, so she came to me.

But if you want to find allies, shouldn't you have as many allies as possible? Why did Duan Weiwei clearly say one sentence in her eyes, that is, let me monitor the man's wife's every move. Could it be that just like I found something wrong with An Ling in the ghost game just now, Duan Weiwei also found that there was something abnormal about the man's wife?

I turned my head and looked at the man next to me, and found that she was nervously watching An Ling and Lin Lerong fight wine. Her body was still shaking, and she still looked scared. I don't believe that the man is a ghost, not only because of her timidity, but also because she is the best friend I have made since I came to this school.

"Xiaoxian, didn't you say before that you could drink too?" Duan Weiwei smiled and said to the man's mother-in-law, "The two of them won't be able to tell the winner for a while, otherwise you should join in." ā€

Duan Weiwei really made a move, it seemed that she was planning to get all the suspects drunk. However, the man's wife doesn't seem to be as good at talking as before now, and when she heard Duan Weiwei's words, she just whispered: "You can't just let us drink." Don't say that you said it before, do you want to do the wine order guessing boxing and say things? This hasn't officially started yet, so why did it become a separate drink? ā€

Hearing the man's wife's questioning, Duan Weiwei's face did not show the slightest surprise, but directly smiled sweetly: "You're right, we just want to enforce the wine order." Think about it, when the alcohol order is enforced, there must always be a host who says the noun for others to answer. I haven't been the host of the party in the Ministry of Culture and Sports once or twice, so this time I'll be cheeky and recommend myself. And then there is a host in our game, so I think it's okay to let Meizi be it. Then you have a lot of alcohol, so jump into the game first. When the game starts, we take turns as the moderator and referee. Do you think it's fair to do that? ā€

Duan Weiwei is very powerful, she first selected herself from the game, and then launched me. If the man's wife doubts, then I am the first to join the drinking war. And my amount of alcohol is very average, and going is no different from sending me to death. If the man's wife insists on letting me go first, it means that she has not considered my feelings at all. If that happens, it doesn't just mean that she's scared, it's more likely that she has a ghost in her heart.

Even if the man's wife doesn't have a ghost in her heart, as long as she does that, it still makes me feel a little awkward. If it were a weekday, this little thing would have passed with a little bit of slapstick. But today's situation is so special, if the man's wife really did this, I might really be cranky. This may be another purpose of Duan Weiwei, because this can separate me from the man's wife, so that she can let my future alliance go to her side earlier.

I really didn't find out that Duan Weiwei had this kind of scheming before, and she made me very embarrassed like this. It's not that I can't see that the man's wife doesn't want to join in, but if she doesn't join in, won't An Ling and Lin Lerong have a reason to stop?

The man looked at me pitifully, and I bit my lower lip with my teeth, not knowing how to speak. The man shook my arm, but there was no response. Finally, she sighed, turned and walked towards the dining table: "Damn, isn't it just drinking." Today, the old lady is out of the way, and she won't return if she is not drunk. ā€

The moment I turned around, I saw the man's wife wiping the corner of his eye with his sleeve, perhaps wiping away his tears. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I could only watch everything in front of me continue.

"Okay, now that everyone has a clear division of labor, I'll start." Duan Weiwei clapped her hands with a smile, "Let's win two out of three games, and the loser has a drink, what do you think?" ā€

"Weiwei, you're smart, but you're not stupid." An Ling drank the wine he had just poured from the glass before continuing, "You are afraid that we are ghosts, so you want to get the three of us drunk. You were eye-to-eye with Mei Zi just now, do you think I can't see it? You think too highly of yourself and underestimate me. I think Lin Lerong may be a ghost, but what about you, who can prove that you are not? ā€

"President, you think I am, I am." An Ling spread his hands, then poured himself a full glass of white wine, and drank it himself, "Now that we drink as much, do you think I still have a trick?" ā€

After Duan Weiwei finished drinking, she took half a step back, as if to say that she had proven her innocence. I knew that Duan Weiwei was not innocent at all, and what she thought in her heart was indeed to make a few of them drunk and unconscious. But that's all her idea, and no one can really prove it. It's just that she's doing it now, but she's putting me on the cusp.

An Ling and Lin Lerong's alcohol consumption already made me feel terrified. It's just that I didn't expect Duan Weiwei to be able to drink it like this, and if she took such a big glass of white wine in one sip, her face would be the same as usual, and she wouldn't even blush a little.

"I, I." I said two "I" words, but I still couldn't say the heroic words that I would like to have a drink of. The atmosphere on the field is very embarrassing now, and it seems to be even more embarrassing than An Ling and Lin Lerong were accused of being possessed by ghosts before.

"Meizi, she's a good girl, she doesn't drink at all." The man's wife filled the wine glass in front of me, then tilted her neck and drank it, "I will drink all her wine for her." She should have a drink, and I'll take a drink. She should drink two cups, and I'll take two drinks for her, so that everyone can always be satisfied. ā€

Everyone present seemed to be stunned by the heroism of the man's wife. Everyone just watched as the man drank two glasses of wine in quick succession, and then they all fell silent. I saw that the man's wife seemed to be pouring wine into her cup, so I walked over and stopped her: "Xiaoxian, don't drink it, if you drink it again, you have to get drunk and die here." ā€

"To die is to die, and to die is better than to be wronged." The man's wife cried, "Is what An Ling said just now true, did you collude with Weiwei, think that I am also a ghost, and want to get me drunk?" ā€

I didn't have anything to say for a while, because the man's wife was not wrong at all. But I can't really accept it, otherwise I'm afraid I'll lose my best friend in the future. I cried, too, and cried just as sadly: "No, I didn't think so. What's wrong with everyone, don't you come out to play, why do you have to do this? ā€

"Who knows?" The man's wife picked up the bottle and poured herself wine, "I don't know what you're talking about, maybe only God knows." ā€

I just sat on the floor and watched the man fill glass after glass. I cried, not pretending to be sad to win sympathy, but really sad. I wanted to rush up and hug the man and cry, but I couldn't. Because I think I may have broken the heart of the man's wife, and our relationship may never go back to the way it used to be.

The man's wife is my good friend, and my best friend. A best friend, just lost like that, I am not reconciled. I stood up, tried to snatch the bottle from her hand, and gulped down to get myself drunk. But I just thought about it, but I didn't act. Because the moment I got up, I noticed something strange.

A few of them had already drunk almost the wine in the cups just now, so the cups on the table were all empty now. The man's wife was pouring wine from cup to cup, but she didn't just pour wine, she did something she shouldn't have done.

After discovering the man's wife's small movements, my eyes no longer had tears in my eyes. I was confused for a moment because I realized that I couldn't see through the man's wife. I don't know if her crying just now is real, and I can't even be sure if the man's wife is real, if it's the same her.

(To be continued.) )