How Many Tomorrows There Are

Chapter 5: Experience a celebration party

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If Brett knew what would happen in a month, he would wish that he would join the dance of demons now, drag someone to do it, avoid encountering that person, or strangle the other person and commit suicide, so that the death would be easier.

This is the first thing he regrets.

Brett, who knows nothing about the future, is very embarrassed at this moment, even more embarrassed than yesterday when he was hiding in the tree and someone was doing business under the tree.

The camera turns to his face again.

MMP! So do you like to watch me watch other people's sports? ah? What hatred, what resentment!

The first time was raw and the second time was cooked, he endured the throbbing pain in his stomach, and looked forward with a blank expression.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven... Nearly two hundred contestants arranged and combined in confusion, playing an all-pervasive game.

Last time he only heard the sound, but now it is a real visual impact. Brett felt that his eyes were hurt and needed to be thrown into formalin for two days, but he didn't even dare to close his eyes or dodge.

There are sharks staring at him in the dark, and once their weaknesses are exposed, they will pounce fiercely and use it to hurt him severely.

I don't know when, the people around me have left.

Brett secretly heaved a sigh of relief. That person's sense of presence was too strong. He didn't just refer to his appearance, but also his aura. The other person was like a gentleman attending a high society dinner at any time. Violated.

Standing with him, Brett felt ashamed.

The body seemed to instinctively repel getting too close to him.

Bright misreads danger alerts as inferiority complexes.

This is the second thing he regrets.

"Sir, are you interested in No. 199?" The assistant director of the program served the extremely handsome nobleman attentively, bowed his waist and apologized for a smile. He rubbed his hands nervously and bowed his knees submissively. The contestants stripped off and sent them to his bed for nothing.

Hodge ignored it.

The black eyes were emotionless. Through a huge floor-to-ceiling glass, he stared at the man whose back was facing him. The man was oblivious to what was being observed, thinking that behind him was just a smooth wall, but it was actually a one-way glass.

Killing Game is the most popular reality show. Many people are admiring the ugliness of the contestants at the celebration banquet, choosing the ideal investment or pet, most of them through the camera lens. And he didn't really trust the taste of the show crew, they always got the key points wrong, lost sight of treasures, and even destroyed artworks, so he decided to come by himself and have some fun by the way.

Sure enough, he came across an interesting toy.

The man named Brett was very clumsy in hiding his emotions. Although he had fooled the idiots of the program crew, in Hodge's eyes, those resistances had nowhere to hide.

Hodge smiled. Although his face did not reveal his expression, the man's seemingly straight but stiff back and his body posture of resisting negation with his hands wrapped around him had already revealed a lot.

resist

What a luxurious emotion for a slave.

They should be submissive, apprehensive, grateful for a little kindness from their master.

What he said just now, "You are right not to eat", is actually sarcastic, without a trace of kindness, and can even be said to be full of malice.

The program team would not say hello to the contestants, and carefully prepared this extravagant meal, but they would not be appreciated. They would definitely become angry, and the other contestants would also kill this unique guy.

The world is not afraid of lunatics, it is afraid of lunatics knowing that you are not crazy.

It is conceivable that the man's ending will be very tragic, I really look forward to it.

As if following his will, the lonely man was surrounded by a small group.

"Hey! Let's go together!" A yellow-brown-haired man came with his followers, his posture was frivolous, his steps were flimsy, and he seemed to be having fun.

He enthusiastically showed his toy to Brett: "Look, the shape is very good, it has been stretched, pink and tender, you can't tell his age at all, right?"

It was a rather handsome middle-aged man who was carried over by two people, with the upper body hanging on one and the lower part connected to the other.

The face of the middle-aged man was held by someone, and he was forced to turn around to show Brett. His eyes were intertwined with passion and reason. A follower moved viciously, and he immediately let out a humming sound.

Brett glanced over them, landed on the leader, and said calmly, "You're awake."

The ringleader was one of the few people present who was still clothed, probably neither drunk nor drugged, it was all a show. It's just different from his own choice, he blended into the environment like a chameleon.

The color of the yellow-brown hair changed, and he lowered his head slightly. His bangs covered his eyes. Brett thought he would become angry with embarrassment, but he didn't expect that when the other party raised his head again, his eyes were full of possessiveness and provocation. He was trembling with excitement: " Hahahahahahahaha! So funny!"

"..."

"I love your eyes, I'll have them next time."

"..." Fuck!

The yellow-brown hair seemed very powerful, and after dismissing him, Brett won the right to watch quietly.

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻Who the hell wants this right!

The celebration banquet lasted all day, and it was announced that it was over in the evening. When he returned to the dormitory, he found that it was empty. He didn't know if he was the only one who came back, or if he was the only one who came back first.

At this time, there was no camera to follow him, so he relaxed a lot and took a good shower.

Looking at the strange face in the mirror, he was stunned for a while.

This was the first time he looked at the appearance of this body in this way.

The skin is smooth, the muscles are firm and even, and the eight-pack abs and mermaid lines are full of temptation. Black hair, brown eyes, very regular facial features, full of heroism, has the temperament of a veteran cadre, and is upright, like Zhu Shimao and Chen Peisi's Zhu Shimao, playing a traitor also makes people feel like an undercover agent.

This is the template face of the hero in the game, which is out of tune with this world.

Brett cried like a fool in his heart, while the man in the mirror just frowned slightly showing a helpless expression, like a calm and wise elder, his eyes could tolerate all injustice and suffering.

This appearance, it is very likely that this is one of the main reasons for his tragedy.

He decided to go to sleep.

"Latiao Da Diao, go pick mushrooms with Dad, Dad wants to eat barbecue!"

"Wow!"

Brett jumped up from the bed in the cabin in the woods. It was the arena and the celebration banquet. He hadn't had a bite of hot food for two whole days.

However, his wooden house is surrounded by walls, not to mention doors, not even windows.

Heibei looked at the silly couple's master spinning around in the house.

Fortunately, there was wood in the backpack, so he immediately made a wooden door and set a password so that only he could enter.

This time he went out to collect, he wanted to empty out the extra things in his backpack, so he used the machine to make tables, chairs and cabinets. The cabinets can store materials. Although the space is limited, only 20 slots, it is enough for him now.

To reach the mushroom picking area, you have to pass through a zombie gathering place.

For a bite to eat, he also went all out.

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