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Chapter 34: Soft rice nemesis

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Ronan smacked his lips and continued to maintain this vague attitude: "That makes some sense, but there are differences between men and women..."

Britney smiled half-heartedly, as if she had seen through these little tricks: "Come in. I still have some beer, so I can help eliminate them."

When Ronan saw her entering the room, he couldn't help but said: "Okay."

He gently closed the door of 1615, glanced at the empty corridor, and entered 1616.

Britney took four bottles of canned beer from the refrigerator and put them on the table. She was lying on the sofa, looking extremely relaxed.

Yawning, she picked up a can of beer, opened the ring, and stared at Ronan on the sofa opposite.

While drinking, her eyes glanced directly at him.

Ronan looked calm, not at all panicked, and even wanted to do some freestyle.

He picked up the beer can, opened the tab and took a sip. The cold liquid penetrated the throat, making the whole person feel more energetic.

The two of them didn't speak, and they seemed to enjoy the quiet state.

Britney took off her shoes and rested her long legs on the armrest of the sofa.

The white and tender hands caressed the stockings inadvertently, and those eyes seemed to be talking, exploring, or observing.

This scene has a bit of a harp.

Ronan didn't squint his eyes, knowing full well that the drunkard's intention was not in drinking.

The two of them seemed to have been through a war without smoke. If no one broke the deadlock, they might really get into trouble.

Ronan's mouth felt dry as he kept staring at the hot woman in front of him.

He took a sip of beer to moisten his throat and asked, "Want to play a little game?"

Britney was confused and tilted her head: "What game?"

When Ronan traveled to the previous country, this trick was used to flirt with girls and quickly close the distance, and it was very effective.

But in the West, I don’t know how effective it is.

"Honestly, have you heard it?"

Britney shook her head, seemingly never hearing about this little game.

According to the gameplay in the Eastern Kingdom before Ronan traveled through time.

'Truth' uses a chat software called Xinwei to decide the outcome by throwing dice or guessing punches. The loser has to answer a question from the winner, and it must be the truth.

There is no WeChat now, and Ronan can't even use his mobile phone, so he roughly simplified and changed the rules: "It's very simple, it's just a guessing game between us. The loser answers a question to the winner, and he must answer the truth."

Britney was thoughtful and raised her eyebrows slightly: "What if you don't want to answer?"

Ronan put his two fingers together and tapped the beer can in his hand: "We have two cans each. If we don't want to talk, we just drink. Whoever drinks all the wine, the game is over."

The rules set by Ronan seem to be very friendly to Britney.

But under the premise of unlimited file saving and loading, he has a lot of room for maneuver.

Ask different questions each time and read the files repeatedly to piece together the information bit by bit.

Of course, the premise is that she is willing to say it, but this cannot be forced.

"Stop guessing." The man-colored lipstick remaining on Britney's lips was particularly attractive, with a smile in her eyes: "Let each of you ask a question."

"Okay, ladies first."

Since he could read files anyway, there was no need for Ronan to worry about it.

Britney still maintained her current posture: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Ronan's eyes lit up and he replied: "No."

Based on past experience, most people who ask someone if they have a partner are asking for themselves. If you don't mean something, you won't ask this kind of question.

Ronan was a little confused, but he quickly calmed down: "What is the thing you regret most in the past two years?"

Britney held her chin up and thought about it: "Be a singer."

Seeing Ronan's surprised look, Britney laughed at herself: "Do you think it's weird? It's true that I like music, but it's too tiring to catch up with announcements and sing and dance every day. You haven't experienced it, so you don't know what's going on in this industry. How tough.”

She picked up the beer can, suddenly remembered the rules of the game, and put the can down again.

"It's understandable." Ronan nodded and expressed his opinion: "Every line of work is not as painful as every line of work. After all, work will definitely make you tired. If you don't want to be tired, unless you are a pig, eating and sleeping all day long They sleep and eat, and when they are fattened they are slaughtered.”

Britney showed no expression, and it seemed she didn't get the point of Ronan's metaphor.

The reason is still due to the differences between Chinese and Western food cultures.

Foreign cooking methods are generally roasting and frying.

The red wine they brew can eliminate the fishy smell of beef very well.

The golden pairing of beef and red wine has become a mainstream eating habit abroad.

As for pork, since foreigners don’t know how to make vinegar and don’t have the relevant wine to suppress the fishy smell, they generally don’t eat it much.

According to religious propaganda, cows eat grass from the ground and sap from trees. They eat clean food and their meat is naturally clean.

Pigs eat everything, both clean and unclean, and are notoriously known as 'pig-hating'.

Britney has never eaten pork since she was born, and she doesn't seem to have lived in the country, so naturally she can't get the metaphor of pig.

Fortunately, she didn't bring it up and maintained the atmosphere of the scene very well.

"Bruce, have you ever lived in the Eastern Kingdom?"

"Is this a problem?" Seeing Britney shaking her head, Ronan responded: "Live for a while."

"Then if you have a chance, can you teach me a few words in Chinese? I heard that it is the most difficult language in the world."

"No problem." Ronan made an OK gesture: "I'll teach you when I get the chance."

Next, it was Britney's turn to ask questions. She looked back and forth with a snickering look on her lips: "Why did you reject the rich woman who gave us a ride today?"

Ronan looked a little embarrassed. He couldn't bring up the steel ball joke, so he changed his expression to a polite way: "The age difference is too big."

"Really?" Britney's eyes were a bit joking: "It means you won't refuse if you are of a similar age?"

Ronan coughed dryly and corrected: "This is your second question."

"Okay." Seeing that her little trick didn't work, Britney curled her lips and said, "It's your turn to ask."

Ronan looked into her eyes: "What is your most regrettable thing in the past two years?"

Britney lowered her eyes and responded: "It's probably too late to enter the music industry. If you had entered the music industry earlier and made some achievements, you wouldn't have to be so tired just living on your laurels."

Ronan rolled his eyes, her tone was quite strict.

I asked two questions, and the answers felt very official and contained no useful information.

"It's my turn to ask." Britney changed Ge You's lying position into a duck-sitting position: "Do you want to save twenty years of hard work?"

Ronan's eyelids jumped after hearing this.

I never thought that I would be kept by a female star in my lifetime. This was something that I couldn't even imagine before.

I can finally have a soft meal based on my face.

He was a little chicken, oh no, excited, and looked at Britney: "If it's you, no problem."

"How about fifty thousand a month?"

After hearing this, Ronan felt very swollen.

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