Pei Ting Song was stunned, but he still had to show a sense of confidence, otherwise he might be found to be a whiteboard for cross-server chat.
What is made in Japan, Europe and the United States, shouldn't it be a movie
Can't it? Can this be broadcast
"Vote again."
He Ziyan, Lu Yuan, and Pei Tingsong still voted for the captain, and even Qiantou Cao Ling changed their votes, and Jiang Miao was out of the game with four votes.
"Then Miaomiao was eliminated. Come here." The host took Jiang Miao's arm, "Don't be exposed."
As soon as Jiang Miao saw everyone's hole cards, he smiled, "All right, everyone."
"Okay, the game continues. Ziyan still starts."
He Ziyan smiled and said, "This time, let's talk about it first."
Fang Juexia also glanced at Pei Tingsong. Pei Tingsong knew that if he refused at this time, he would definitely increase his suspicion.
"Okay. I'll say it first."
Whether watching the movie or not, since they describe them so close, there should be similarities. Pei Tingsong took a gamble, "This is an activity that needs to be done with eyes."
The other four teammates nodded meaningfully, and then turned to Fang Juexia.
Is it over
Fang Juexia described, "Well... This activity can be done by one person or by multiple people. The atmosphere may be different for multiple people."
Hearing Fang Juexia's words, Pei Tingsong's heart had more question marks.
Is it true that it is pornography
Pei listened to Song and was puzzled, why did he fail, and Fang Juexia said no!
Ling Yi faintly felt from their descriptions that the few people in front of him were not the same, such as Europe, America, and Japan, and haunted houses, but there was a hole card in his hand. Like this game, the undercover card is generally the same as the good player card. There are similarities.
"Um..." Ling thought for a while, "I think, this kind of activity might make people nervous."
When he arrived at Lu Yuan, he was concise and clear, "Someone will call."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"This regiment is poisonous!!"
Pei Tingsong now has some strange images lingering in his mind.
He Ziyan cleared his throat, "It feels better to do it in the dead of night."
The host Chen Mo can no longer hold back, "I used to watch this game to sweat for undercover and whiteboard, now I sweat for our show."
The other host also tried to hold back a smile, "I'm so curious about the direction of this round of the game."
"Hahahahahaha!"
The hostess said, "Then vote now."
He Ziyan voted for Ling Yi, "Ling Yi is a little paddling, he said that doing this activity will be very nervous, I said in the first round that I need psychological quality. It feels like Ling Yi is guessing."
Fang Juexia gave the ticket to Lu Yuan, "I think the two rounds are a little bit far away, how can I put it, it's a bit off the mark..."
"What am I talking about?" Lu Yuan asked.
He Ziyan laughed and said, "Children are not suitable, and then they will bark." He also felt a little strange after saying that, "No, the more bad the Yuepin..."
Fang Juexia successfully found resonance, "Yes, it's really strange."
He Ziyan nodded, "I won't call it."
Fang Juexia repeated, "Neither can I."
"hahahahahahahahaha!"
"No," Lu Yuan was agitated, "You don't really think I am..." He stalked, biting the first two words very hard, "That kind of card."
His words immediately reminded Pei Tingsong that the kind of card Lu Yuan said was wrong, and obviously the cards in the hands of He Ziyan and Fang Juexia were not.
what is that? Looking at it with my eyes, Japan and Europe and the United States are very famous. Domestically produced products are not good. One person can do it. The atmosphere is different for multiple people, and the night is quiet.
The point is, he can't listen to songs.
This is so funny, he hasn't encountered anything wrong yet. Well except for the haunted house last time.
ghost
Pei Tingsong suddenly realized that it was a horror movie!
This group of people was too much and almost made his whiteboard change color.
Pei Tingsong, who probably guessed the answer, began to fan the flames, just like the king in the game who has gone through all the hardships to retrieve the large code Describing, I think Brother Yuan may be an undercover card, which brings rhythm."
Ling Yi felt that he was super dangerous, and he had just escaped from He Ziyan's tiger's mouth, so he hurriedly met Pei Tingsong, "I also feel that from a long distance, I was a bit off the track."
The captain standing aside said in his heart, didn't it start from me
As a result, the card group happily got out of Lu Yuan with a unanimous vote.
The host coughed, "The game continues."
Ling Yi exaggerated his acting skills, "Go on."
"Describe from Ziyan."
He Ziyan stood up straight, holding the microphone, "It's hard to describe at this level, otherwise I'll just say it." He thought for a while and said a key word, "Please type XX on the public screen. "
"Hahahaha automatically silenced."
Hearing this sentence, Ling Yi felt that He Ziyan was holding the same cards as himself. He couldn't help thinking, isn't he an undercover agent? Is it possible to follow other people's cards before becoming a second fire
He carefully described, "Um... Xiao Pei was on a hot search for this."
As soon as this sentence was said, everyone understood what the undercover card was. Fang Juexia's face was calm, "We haven't appeared in the group, but there are similar bridges."
Pei Tingsong knew that Ling Yi was holding a haunted house. Hearing Fang Juexia’s statement, he was more certain that these people were holding horror film cards, so he said openly, "This activity may not be really experienced, although sometimes it is Will be more immersive."
"Okay, let's start voting!"
Obviously, everyone voted for Ling Yi, who was exposed and didn't even know it. Ling Yi felt wronged, but didn't know how to say, "You bully people!"
Pei Listening Song said in his heart, I'm afraid I'm not you who is bullying.
There were only three people left on the court, but the game was not over yet. He Ziyan took the microphone and said, "This is obvious, it must be Xiao Pei, he happened to be the last one again."
Pei Tingsong has already said that the front position cannot be used for the whiteboard, and now if you vote for He Ziyan, it is contrary to his previous logic, "I am confused. I don't know who to vote now. You can ask me for it, but I said It’s very clear that this activity cannot be really experienced."
He Ziyan stared into his eyes, a little suspicious. He tried to recall what Fang Juexia had said in the first two rounds, which seemed rather vague. In the first round and the second round, he said that one person is fine, and multiple people are fine.
Fang Juexia began to argue for Pei Tingsong at this time, "I don't think Xiao Pei is hey, because when I said he couldn't do it, he didn't refute."
"Hahahahahahaha can't refute!"
"You can't listen to song! Hahahaha!"
Pei Tingsong can only climb up the ladder, "I just can't, no problem, I'm still very bad." He looked at Fang Juexia, "Trust me."
Fang Juexia carefully stroked the thoughts and speeches of the two people. No matter what he thought, He Ziyan couldn't be the whiteboard. The first speech, even undercover, was unlikely. Although Pei Tingsong is logical, he still chooses to believe in the basic rules of the game, "I'll vote for Xiao Pei."
Pei heard Song dumbfounded, "Hey, no, I just said it wasn't me, why did you bring a boomerang?"
Fang Juexia's change of ticket made He Ziyan suspicious again. It is possible that he was speaking for Xiao Pei just now to get his ticket, and then thought that his front position could not move, so he simply changed the ticket.
So He Ziyan also played a boomerang, "I cast Fang Juexia."
Pei Tingsong's head was full of question marks, and the double boomerang made him dizzy. But he is a whiteboard. If you want to win at this time, of course you have to follow the vote.
What is love, Pei Tingsong pointed to Fang Juexia, "I vote for Juexia."
The audience in the audience was already amused by these people, especially when they saw the last part of the hearing love and killing each other.
"Okay." The host tried to maintain his composure, "We now announce—"
The background music plays.
"The whiteboard wins!"
He Ziyan reacted immediately, and he finally changed the vote and corrected the error.
"I knew it." Fang Juexia patted the table twice. He was someone who didn't have much desire to win, but he would come over at the end of this game. He pulled out the whiteboard, and he was only one step away from success. remote.
After thinking about it, Fang Juexia turned to Pei Tingsong and kicked him a few times. Although his tone did not fluctuate greatly, his words were very cute, "Liar, you still vote for me."
Pei Tingsong hid from Fang Juexia and was overwhelmed with joy, "I was beaten up by the two of you in the end, okay? You are in conflict by yourself."
He Ziyan raised his hand, "Blame me, blame me, my pot, I finally think a little bit more."
The other members returned to the stage and said, "Just like this, can the whiteboard win? You are the ones who have played a well-known high IQ room escape game."
Fang Juexia insisted on his statement, "If you vote according to my last vote, you will win." After speaking, he felt very angry again, and wanted to hammer Pei to listen to the song, but thought of his injured left hand, holding back, and squeezing in mid-air. Got his own fist.
"No way, who made me too smart." Pei Tingsong cheekyly took Fang Juexia's wrist, pulled it off, and held his hand under the table.
The host couldn't help interjecting, "This is the most ups and downs in the history of our show. Who is an undercover agent."
"Yes, jump repeatedly at the edge of the audit line."
Lu Yuan said to Pei Tingsong, "Little Pei, did you have a lot of question marks at the beginning?"
The captain habitually worries, "I'm so worried that after this episode is broadcast, Xiao Pei will be hot searched because it is not available."
"Hahahahahaha!"
The game of who is the undercover happily ended, the card group sang the lyrical non-main feature of the new album, and did the song solitaire prepared by the show group and you draw I guess. The recording lasted five hours from noon to night, and when it ended, the fans were very unwilling to give up.
The end of work happened to be dinner time. Chen Mo was very good at being a man. He asked his assistant to book a very famous local restaurant early, and brought the host team to invite the whole group of Caledo to have dinner and taste local specialties. People in this city have a spicy taste. Fang Juexia's light Cantonese taste makes him sweat all over his body.
It is inevitable to drink alcohol when eating. Before Fang Juexia could explain to herself, Pei Tingsong took the lead, "I think Brother Xia can't drink alcohol."
"Oh, what about Xiao Pei?"
"I don't like to drink too much, I'd better drink boiled water."
After avoiding the trouble of wine and the little trouble of pepper, Fang Juexia chose what he could eat from the table full of dishes. He originally thought that the pepper in the small fried pork would not be too spicy, but he never thought he was a hit.
The tip of his tongue seemed to be burning, and he took the wrong cup and drank the liquor in Lingyi cup.
"Well."
Chen Mo looked at him, "What's wrong with Xia? It's spicy, isn't it?"
Pei Tingsong hurriedly handed the water to him, "Slow down." After speaking, he replied on behalf of Fang Juexia, "He is from Guangzhou and can't eat spicy food."
"Ah, like this, you can have a dessert. This glutinous rice is delicious."
Pei Tingsong took a piece of dessert for him, put it in his bowl, and filled him with a bowl of creamy white fish soup, and set it aside for him.
He is not too good at doing this kind of thoughtful thing, he almost burned himself when he was serving the soup, just like a child.
But Fang Juexia liked it very much.
After a meal, Chen Mo talked a lot with them. It's a rare opportunity to get advice from an exquisite senior in the circle.
"You are rookies, and there is still a long way to go in the future, but you have the strength and definitely have a good future." Chen Mo said, "It's just that the circle is also very complicated. You must be careful every step you take. I have also learned a little about the Qu incident, and such things may happen again in the future, so we must be prepared at all times."
Jiang Miao nodded, "Thank you Teacher Chen."
After eating, Fang Juexia only wore a thin black short sleeve, and when he came out, he sneezed a little. As soon as he hugged his arm, a coat was placed on her body.
It was the green cardigan sweater that Pei Tingsong originally wore.
"It's okay, I'm not cold." Fang Juexia wanted to take off and return it to him, but Pei Tingsong deliberately pretended to be fierce and glared at him, "put it on."
While everyone else was saying goodbye, he whispered in Fang Juexia's ear, "Observe."
Fang Juexia completely lost the ability to reject him, even though he seemed to have never had it.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when they returned to the hotel. Cheng Qiang promised that they could stay in the city for free activities the next day. Everyone was tired after recording the show for a whole day, so they all returned to the room early.
Cheng Qiang was busy going up and down all day, staring at the whole process of the recording. He was already half tired. He came back and helped Xiao Pei take a bath and changed his clothes. As soon as he looked at his watch, it was almost eleven, so he took a shower and climbed. Go to bed and turn off the light, "Go to bed early."
Pei Tingsong was lying in the quilt, and soon heard the snoring sound of the manager's sleeping sound, but he still couldn't fall asleep, he was very energetic, and he went through all the daytime things like a slide in his mind, but finally got stuck. The scene of Fang Juexia dancing. His waist was twisted so nicely, like water flowing in the dark night.
He likes everything that flows.
Fang Juexia opened the door of the room alone. He has a slight habit of cleanliness. The first thing he does when he enters the room is to take a shower. The steam in the bathroom makes his mind dizzy, and he gets more and more drowsy as he washes. So he turned off the water, put on clean pajamas, came out with the water vapor, and after walking a few steps, he fell on the soft white bed.
As soon as he raised his head, Fang Juexia thought of the scene of Pei Tingsong being pressed under him during the day. He didn't know why, he just couldn't help thinking about it.
A person's room is terribly quiet, the sound of the clock is ticking, jumping and jumping to merge with the small clock in his heart, and the jumping makes him a little flustered.
Fang Juexia tilted her head and looked at the window. There was only a full moon in the dark sky, white, shining.
I don’t know if the sip of wine that I drunk played an effect. Looking at it, Fang Juexia felt that the black sky was like the black clothes on his body today, and the oblique moon looked like a round hole, exactly the size of a heart. .
In this way, Fang Juexia treated herself as a math problem and applied the one-time replacement method. Equivalently replaced, that is, his heart was poached away, leaving only a glowing hole in his dark chest.
Sure enough.
The stretched arm touched the green coat next to the bed, Fang Juexia lifted it up, hooked his fingers, and covered her face. He obviously has a habit of cleanliness, but he has a fantasy about a dirty dress.
This is Pei Tingsong's clothes, with the smell of Pei Tingsong on it.
Fang Juexia closed her eyes and sniffed.
It seems to have the smell of my own heart.
This statement is really absurd, really illogical, and totally unrealistic fantasy.
He seems to be more and more like Pei Tingsong.
The vibrating sound pulled him back from the edge of fantasy, Fang Juexia opened his eyes, and his heart beat wildly. With a hint of secret guilt, he removed his clothes and reached out to touch the phone from the pillow to check the message.
[Hengzhen Style: Are you asleep? ]
Fang Juexia adjusted her breathing, and she was still awake when she replied.
He was holding the phone, and there was a glimmer of expectation in his heart. Soon, the phone vibrated again.
[Hengzhen Style: The moon on my bed does not look good, I want to go to your bed to see the moon. ]
The author has something to say: Constant truth form can be understood as a proposition that is true no matter what the situation, also called tautology.