That game author keeps trying to drive me crazy

"Okay, okay, I agree!"

"This is fun."

Tan Miao also looked at the things on the table, looking eager to try.

Only Ye Zimo frowned.

In order to create an atmosphere, someone turned on the stage lights, and the box immediately went dark, and the colorful lights flickered non-stop, dazzling people's eyes.

The darkness combined with the blurred light logically created an ambiguous atmosphere, and also fostered some eager thoughts.

The host distributed a poker card to each person. The suit of the poker card represents a person. By excluding unused poker cards, it is possible to know which suits are valid cards.

If someone wants to be punished, the host will randomly select a suit as the winner and choose the punishment method.

The first game is "every 7 pass".

As soon as the host said the name of the game, Tan Miao was overjoyed. He turned his head and met Ye Zimo's eyes.

The latter also had a smile in his eyes: "Very good, our home stadium."

Hearing his natural "we", Tan Miao was startled for a second, and immediately nodded in agreement.

Next, the two of them reported three times without saying anything wrong once, and both of them reacted so fast that they didn't give others a chance to punish them.

After the third round, the host said embarrassingly that this game was too cheap for science majors like mathematics department and computer department, so they wanted to play another game.

Tan Miao couldn't hold back, chuckled lightly, and coughed hastily to cover it up.

Ye Zimo said in a low voice: "Keep a low profile."

Tan Miao turned her head to look at him, smiling slyly.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

The next game is Idiom Solitaire.

Is this a liberal arts student who wants to get his place back?

Tan Miao was stunned immediately, and whispered, "Is there still time for me to run now..."

Ye Zimo raised his eyebrows: "Can't you play?"

Tan Miao nodded sadly.

His Chinese has always been bad. During the college entrance examination, Chinese was the lowest of the three main subjects.

Ye Zimo pondered for a moment: "It's okay, I'm here."

Tan Miao tilted her head: "Huh?"

After the host announced the start, Ye Zimo looked at the sequence, and then changed seats with Tan Miao.

Although there is not enough light in the box now, and there are still dazzling lights, but this does not mean that such a big movement cannot be seen by others.

But such a move doesn't seem to be a problem, so no one said anything.

But Tan Miao noticed that after such a change, Ye Zimo's next one would be herself.

Then, Ye Zimo turned on the mode to reduce the difficulty of the game, the prefix - to help Tan Miao.

Every time it's Ye Zimo's turn, he can choose the best idiom after a short period of thinking, and perfectly help Tan Miao solve the problem.

After three rounds, Tan Miao immediately understood what he meant by "I'm here".

He watched Ye Zimo's lips move.

Ye Zimo pointed to his ear, shook his head, indicating that the music was too loud and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Tan Miao had no choice but to move closer to Ye Zimo, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Thank you."

Ye Mo hangs his head, and smells the refreshing lemon fragrance, mixed with a hint of sweet fruity fragrance.

His nose twitched, and he leaned over: "You're welcome."

The two were very close, alternately flickering lights hit Ye Zimo's face, and he could clearly see the fluff on his face and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Tan Miao was speechless for a moment, and his heartbeat began to speed up. He was even a little worried that Ye Zimo would hear the voice.

At this time, the students at the karaoke station shouted, "Who ordered "Fairy Tale Town"?"

Hearing the title of the song, Tan Miao was taken aback for a moment, then saw Ye Zimo raised his head and answered, "Ours."

Ye Zimo said and looked at him: "Together?"

The smile became more playful.

Tan Miao reacted.

Ye Zimo said "You guys play first", got up and went out, Tan Miao thought about it, and followed.

During the prelude, Tan Miao moved the microphone far away and said to Ye Zimo: "It seems that you have searched."

Ye Zimo also imitated his appearance: "It's sort of. The number of views of that video is quite high."

It was the singing video specially edited by someone.

Ye Zimo didn't think he was lying. He had seen the live broadcast of the concert, but he had indeed seen the video.

Just a word game.

Tan Miao didn't know the twists and turns in his heart. When he heard that he admitted that he had searched himself, he was a little embarrassed and a little speechless: "Then you should know that I am tone deaf..."

Ye Zimo raised her eyebrows: "Is it true that you have tone deafness?"

Tan Miao nodded: "Really."

Ye Zimo was noncommittal, but raised the microphone.

Tan Miao bit the bullet and said, "Then...a high-energy warning ahead."

Ye Zimo just moved the microphone to his mouth, and then, laughter poured out from the speaker.

Shang Youping, who was talking to someone around the table, glanced this way subconsciously, and then continued talking to someone.

Tan Miao waited for Ye Zimo to speak before raising the microphone, with a fist's distance between them.

Ye Zimo's voice is relatively low, and his voice is very magnetic, and he has a full range of pentameters, and he sings this song beautifully and with a unique flavor.

Tan Miao was ashamed of himself, until Ye Zimo sang the part that he thought was the easiest to tune, and then opened his mouth like a mosquito.

Although he was already very serious, the effect was obviously not ideal.

Because Ye Zimo suddenly changed his tune the moment he opened his mouth, and then there was an uncontrollable smile in his singing, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud when he sang the last line of the chorus.

Tan Miao moved the microphone away angrily, and said "Hello" angrily.

Ye Zimo also moved away from the microphone, and then couldn't stop laughing in a low voice.

He originally thought that Tan Miao sang like that deliberately for the live broadcast effect at that time, but he didn't expect that he really couldn't find the tune at all...

Ye Zimo didn't make things difficult for him, and finished singing by himself.

As soon as it was over, the person who had finished another round of the game over there greeted them to go again.

The two sat back in their original positions, and the host coughed and announced that the format this time would be: drumming and passing flowers.

Ye Zimo frowned slightly.

In this case, it is out of control.

Tan Miao didn't think there was anything wrong. With the sound of clapping instruments that were used instead of drums, a bouquet of real flowers brought by someone was passed around from the beginning.

The bouquet was passed to Tan Miao, and he took a look, it was still roses.

Then it was quickly passed to Ye Mo next to him.

The applause just stopped.

Everyone looked at Ye Zimo, and Tan Miao said in surprise, "What a coincidence?"

The corner of Ye Zimo's mouth curled up, but he didn't speak.

The host booed, "Wow, it's our Colonel Ye, how about Ye Xiaocao, are you ready to be punished?"

Ye Zimo answered without asking: "I choose the truth."

The tone was without hesitation.

The host was also taken aback, and immediately laughed and said: "It seems that the school girl is ready to be tortured, then..."

He looked at the rest of the playing cards: "It's up to the square J to ask questions."

The one holding Diamond J was a sophomore girl, she raised her hand excitedly: "Senior, do you have someone you like?!"

This question really speaks to the minds of most people.

Everyone looked at Ye Zimo, and the box became much quieter.

One pair of eyes stared at him even more firmly.

Ye Zimo seemed to think for a few seconds, and then smiled: "I can't answer this question for the time being."

This answer is undoubtedly Tai Chi. Many people showed disappointed expressions on their faces, and they were about to make a fuss when they heard Ye Zimo continue: "Because... I am also in the process of making a decision."

These words are like a bomb/bomb that is neither light nor heavy.

Although he didn't explicitly say yes or no, it was already a cryptic answer.

That is, he has someone in his heart.

The eyes that had been staring at him for a long time suddenly became astonished.

The host was also stunned for a second before answering: "I don't know who is so lucky?"

Ye Zimo smiled and said, "That's another question."

The host laughed and said, "Yes."

This level is over.

There was a trace of resignation in those eyes.

Ye Zimo sat down, picked up the wine glass in front of him and was about to drink, when he caught a glimpse of Tan Miao staring at him.

Ye Zimo raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What?"

Tan Miao chuckled: "This Tai Chi move is very good, I got it."

Ye Zimo finished the red wine in one gulp: "Do you think I'm doing Tai Chi?"

Tan Miao said, "Isn't it?"

Ye Zimo stroked the transparent wine glass with his fingers: "Of course not, this is the truth."

Tan Miao felt a thump in her heart, and instead of continuing to dwell on this question, she gave a vague oh.

Ye Zimo didn't intend to say more, and changed the subject: "I also followed your Weibo."

Tan Miao felt a little hot on her face, but fortunately she couldn't see it under the light.

"Then, what's your Weibo account, I can go back and shut it down..."

Ye Zimo smiled: "No need, unless you can find me."

Tan Miao was silent.

With so many people following him every day, how could he find...

Ye Zimo said again: "I saw you said that you asked for leave tomorrow because there are activities in the dormitory, what are you going to do?"

The tone was very casual, as if he was just asking casually.

Tan Miao thought for a while: "I remember a roommate said that he seemed to want to go to a bar this year."

As he spoke, he added with some embarrassment: "After all, it's been so long since I haven't been to a bar to have a good time."

Ye Zimo nodded thoughtfully: "Is it the Marson's bar in the square that is quite close to here?"

Tan Miao said: "Should be? I'm not sure either, let's see when the time comes."

"Ah."

Ye Zimo looked at Tan Miao's delicate face and smiled inwardly.

She has a baby face, and she has a very pure personality. She has never been to a bar for so long.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the host's voice increase significantly: "This time it's our Minister Shang! Alright, do you want to choose the truth or the big risk?"

Ye Zimo immediately turned his head when he heard the words, and saw Shang Youping standing there, holding the bouquet of roses in his hand.

Shang Youping seemed to be thinking about it seriously, and then said: "Let's take a big risk."

"Okay!" The host said: "Then the people from Club 3 will specify the punishment content!"

In the previous rounds, the punishment of the big adventure was kept at a spoof and measured scale, such as asking people to go out and find a box to ask for something, and then return it, or standing at the door of the box and shouting some funny words, For example, "I like sleeping naked the most", or ask two people to perform actions such as borrowing kisses and princess hugs.

The one holding the 3 of Clubs poker card was a boy. He thought for a while and said, "Minister, don't you have a bunch of flowers in your hand? How about putting it behind the person you have the most crush on here, and let us find out by ourselves?"

"Wow--"

"Dude, you're good at playing!"

Standing Shang Youping blushed: "Hey, you are embarrassing me too much!"

"I'd like to bet and lose, Minister!" the boy smirked.

Everyone laughed, and began to shout "willing to bet and admit defeat" and "see who the minister has the most crush on".

Ye Zimo watched coldly.

Shang Youping shook her head: "Okay, just let it go!"

As she spoke, she turned around and walked out with the good flowers, walked behind the person next to her, and started to circle around.

From the moment she took the first step, everyone guessed where Hua would end up.

Including Tan Miao, who was not in the game and was not in the drumming plan.

He was wondering what Ye Zimo would do for a while, when the latter suddenly moved towards him, breathing all the heat into his ears.

He only said two words: "Help me."

Tan Miao was taken aback, and immediately fell forward, hitting the table with her hands, making a moderate impact sound that could just be heard by the people around her.

Ye Zimo reached out to catch him at the right time, and raised his voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Tan Miao lowered her head, gritted her teeth, her voice seemed to be holding back the pain: "I, my stomach hurts—"

Ye Zimo frowned: "Are you okay?"

Tan Miao looked at him: "Can you, can you help me go to the toilet, I probably have... an old problem."

"Okay." Ye Zimo hastily agreed, stretched out his hand to help him up, and looked at the people on the table apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'll take him out first."

The people at the table looked at each other, and a straightforward student said: "Go quickly, nothing will happen."

Ye Zimo nodded, and helped Tan Miao walk out from the gap in the sofa. Tan Miao bent over, lowered her head and covered her stomach, leaning against Ye Zimo, looking completely collapsed and powerless.

After the backs of the two disappeared at the door, Shang Youping, who was still spinning in circles, stopped and unconsciously exerted force on her hands, causing the stems of the rose bouquet to bend directly.

Those who knew the inside story looked at each other and dared not say anything.

The host also hurriedly started the next round of activities with a haha.

As soon as she went out, Tan Miao's "abdominal pain" healed instantly and she stood up straight.

He pretended to sigh deeply: "In the future, I will probably become the enemy of the student union."

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Zimo's tone was casual: "I'm covering you."

Tan Miao was taken aback, coughed lightly, and jokingly said, "Then, should I still thank you?"

Ye Zimo smiled: "I should thank you."

Then he said: "Then can anchor Tan give me some face and go have a cup of milk tea together?"

Tan Miao snorted, "Okay, you treat me."

Ye Zimo waved his hand gentlemanly: "Of course."

The two smiled at each other.

Dazed by his smile, Tan Miao looked away unnaturally and took the lead.

Ye Zimo followed behind calmly, looking up and down on his back, with a strange light in his eyes.

The answer to the truth on the game table just now has become more and more clear.