Although not as good as a veteran player like Ai Yuanyuan who can play the game well, Zhong Jiuyin believes that he can never be the kind of person who is indiscriminate.

So she glared back on the spot.

Everywhere the line of sight passed, Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi both refused to look at each other and did not dare to say anything, and Ai Yuanyuan also looked at the sky and pretended that nothing happened.

Yan Cheng was the only one who looked at her and looked away smoothly, and there was a kind of "In this 0.01 second, you haven't understood your position, I don't bother to talk about you".

She opened her mouth to speak, but Yan Cheng said very sincerely: "I'm just looking forward to your performance in personal brain warfare." ”

"I thank you."

Sure enough, it wasn't an illusion to say that she had deteriorated that day, this person's mouth was a little bit like that, as if she had been pierced by the ice edge of winter.

The reaction of the variety show bandit was uncontrollable, and the director saw that her dialogue stopped at a relatively stable stage, so he hurriedly lowered the plot to distract her attention, and gave her no intention of talking again.

The plot of the audiobook continues from the self-introduction of the previous dancer, and the atmosphere changes to the strange silence before the disaster.

"Everyone came back to their senses from the dancer's handsomeness, and the musician looked at the beautiful lady beside him, and the gentleman said, 'We men have already told us who we are, but I don't know who the two ladies are?' ”

"The sitting lady said, 'I'm a painter, and I've been invited to paint on a cruise ship, and I don't plan to go to a ball. And my mission is not fixed time and place, when I heard the call, I watched the scenery on the deck of the third floor, and then followed the direction of the figure to come here. ’”

"The other lady was a little more reserved and sat down and simply said, 'I'm a poor man who stinks books.'" After saying that, everyone looked at her, and then lowered their heads and hurriedly added, "To be honest, I was brought up by my friend to see the masked ball, and I was going to come out after twelve o'clock. ’”

The musician nodded, and wanted to speak to the lady again, but the chef, who was sitting in the main seat, took the lead and asked the painter a question: 'You said you saw a swaying figure coming with you?' Is that figure one of us? Or someone else at the prom? ’”

"The painter shook his head: 'I don't know, I just saw a shadow walking very fast, thinking that someone needed help with something.' ”

When she had finished speaking, the reserved writer whispered with some urgency: 'Is it someone who needs help?' I heard a scream. And, don't you think it's too quiet on a cruise ship? The masked ball had begun, but no music could be heard. ’”

"'Isn't the musician in a hurry without the sound of music?' The painter asks critically, the tone is meanness that does not match the beauty, 'And the dancer, not the opening dancer?' How do you seem not in a hurry at all? ’”

The musician was obviously aware of her arrogance, but said that no one had contacted him yet, and he didn't know if something unexpected had happened. And after a moment of silence, the dancer mocked: 'I didn't want to come. They don't respect dance at all, they just care about flirting with their faces, so what do they need me to do as a dancer? Humiliate me? ’”

His arrogance was even greater, and the painter was attracted by his words, and looked at him several times. The writer couldn't help but get back to the point: 'Aren't you worried?' I feel like something bad is happening. Where did the cruise go and can I go back? ’”

"The cook stirred the knife and fork on the plate in front of him, and made a crisp sound, and when he saw that everyone was turning to look at him, he said, 'I also feel that something is happening, and since this is not the place, I might as well go to the ballroom to find out.' There are so many people, it's always better to stay together. ’”

With that, the cook stood up and prepared to leave. The others looked at each other and stood up. When they have a bad premonition, most people who don't know will follow the person making the decision for a while. ”

"But after a few steps, the chef stopped suddenly, closed his eyes and sniffed deeply a few times, and his face changed slightly..."

The pause time is prolonged, and the task node is reached.

It was the moment of Yan Cheng's performance, he stood up and walked a few steps according to the plot, and smelled the air deeply.

The slight change in his face was not easy to see in the candlelight, but he did a good job of expressing his reaction to a certain shock through a slightly muffled and slightly tense voice.

Anyway, Zhong Jiuyin could easily hear it.

"There's a strange smell in the restaurant." He said.

Zhong Jiuyin looked left and right: "Who farted?" ”

"......" Yan Cheng's mood came to an abrupt end.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress his speechlessness when he couldn't hear it, so that he could continue to perform.

But Zhong Jiuyin followed up and said, "You still take a deep breath and rise to the challenge." ”

Breathing subconsciously, he completely cut off contact with the state he had just prepared.

"Poof." It was just a short breath sound, but after three seconds of silence, it completely ignited Yuan Yi's laughter, and together with the laughter of the program staff, filled the small restaurant.

"Hahaha, Brother Yan Cheng will really thank you!"

"Sister Yin, you can answer the call so smoothly hahahaha!"

"Why can you think of this reaction for a second, Zhong Jiuyin, you are so evil!"

Yan Cheng closed himself in laughter.

If you go back to elementary school Chinese class and the teacher asks what can fill the room, he must answer the word laughter as soon as possible.

Laughing too loudly, he felt that the whole world was surrounded by Zhong Jiuyin's words and their laughter.

Especially Zhong Jiuyin.

Sure enough, the strange feelings that night were actually hallucinations, and Zhong Jiuyin couldn't have anything to do with the words "atmosphere", "temptation" and "heartbeat".

She is a straight intestine and a straight brain, even if it seems to be a sultry behavior, it is a genetic reflex of prehistoric humans, and the effect can only be blamed on his own eyes with cataracts of 8,000 degrees.

Yan Cheng breathed lightly and slowly, staring at Zhong Jiuyin with an expressionless face.

She sensed something was wrong, touched her nose and said, "When I didn't say it, you continued." ”

Yan Cheng: "How do I continue?" ”

Zhong Jiuyin also seriously thought of a way for him: "I'll give you a start?" You say you smell something strange. ”

Yan Cheng: "...... Thanks a lot. ”

But he couldn't take it anymore.

When Ai Yuanyuan and they laughed so fast that they didn't have the strength, the radio also notified in due time: "The supplementary plot is loading... Yan Cheng's plot completion is 50%, and the reward is 5 gold coins. ”

5 gold coins, no different from begging.

It can neither comfort Yan Cheng's heart that has been created, nor can it have any impact on the current ranking order of accumulated gold coins.

He might as well not want this gold coin, and avoid the psychological shadow left just now.

Or if there is a golden finger that is going back in time, he must go back a few minutes ago and block Zhong Jiuyin's mouth in advance.

"The plot is only fifty percent complete, and we... Burst! We have to make up for the back, otherwise it may be, hahahaha, it may have an impact on the later plot......"

Ai Yuanyuan also kept in mind the responsibility of playing the game, and while she couldn't stop laughing, she had to find a way to improve the plot.

Yan Cheng broke the jar and broke it, his tone was calm and unfluctuating, and he quickly finished his conjecture, and no longer gave anyone the possibility of answering and interjecting.

"It tastes weird, it should be blood in the restaurant."

Yesterday's Yan Cheng: Otherwise, I would have obeyed her.

Today's Yan Cheng: (wooden face) Forget it.

(End of chapter)