The days of living with the god of death

"I'm exhausted." After washing the clothes all morning, Zhou Ming rubbed his shoulders and returned to the dormitory, only to find that Reaper was lying on his bed holding his computer and flashing pictures. "What are you doing?"

"Let's see what flavors you like." The other party pressed the pause button, and the sex that could be heard all over the room finally stopped.

"It's not fair!" Zhou Ming yelled, "I did housework all morning, and I was so tired that my back was sore, yet you were lying on my bed watching movies! I don't care if you will do it before, but you will have to do it in the future." Learn to do it for me!"

"How about this." Death threw the computer aside, "If there is something we both can do, how about guessing who will go?"

"Okay." Zhou Ming wiped his hands, thinking that this idea is good, "Don't play tricks."

"I'm still afraid that you will play tricks." The corner of the other party's lips curled up, and his smile was extraordinarily cunning, which gave Zhou Ming an ominous premonition.

"Then, let's start by cleaning up the trash you left last night." Zhou Ming looked at the messy room, "Rock-paper-scissors!"

"you lose."

"..."

Zhou Ming looked at the scissors he had drawn with resentment, "We will decide the winner in three rounds!"

"Okay." Death promised with a smile.

After three innings...

"Let's clean up the room." Reaper picked up the computer again, fell on the bed and continued to watch Zhou Ming's treasured avi.

"Tch, you're lucky." Zhou Ming curled his lips and began to clean the room.

After a few minutes……

"Help me pass the bananas on the table." A foodie said lazily.

"Can't you pick it up yourself? It's not that you can't get out of bed without legs!" Zhou Ming was even more furious when he heard this sentence just as he threw the trash outside the door.

"You can do it too." The other party looked innocent.

"so what?"

"Two wins in three games?"

"..." This slacker, actually has to guess punches for this kind of thing!Zhou Ming squeezed his fist, "Come on! I don't believe you can win every time!"

After three innings...

"By the way, help me peel off the skin." A foodie put his arms behind his head and lay down in a more comfortable position. "Remember to wash your hands first."

"I hate you." Zhou Ming glared at the other party angrily, feeling like a maid with a miserable fate.

After a while, someone called again in the room, "Help me throw away the banana peel."

"You want to win two out of three rounds again?" Zhou Ming shouted, "What about it?"

"Are you scared?" The other party blinked, "Isn't it just a few times you lost?"

"I'm not afraid! Come here!"

After three innings...

Zhou Ming obediently picked up the banana peel and threw it into the trash can.

"Peel another apple for me."

"You can't finish!" Zhou Ming almost wanted to beat up the guy who was leaning on the pillow to brush pictures!

"Maybe you will win this time?" A certain foodie laughed more and more complacently.

"Come!"

After three innings...

"You're out of money!" Zhou Ming, who was on the verge of collapse, yelled loudly, "Otherwise, how could you win every time?!"

"It's just a matter of probability. Sometimes luck is like this, you know." The other party shrugged.

"I have an idea." Zhou Ming took a deep breath and thought about it carefully, "The randomness of guessing fist is too great. Let's change the method. Can you play cards?"

Death shook his head.

This time it was Zhou Ming's turn to show a sly smile, "It's okay, I'll teach you, from now on we will decide the outcome by playing cards."

"Okay." Reaper agreed without hesitation. "But help me peel the apple first."

"..."

In the past, when encountering things that no one wanted to do in the dormitory, such as cleaning, it was also a way to determine the outcome by playing cards, so Zhou Ming can be said to be a good player in this area, and he has a deep knowledge of this.The other three poker players who have been trained for a long time are not his opponents. How can a mere novice win against him?Although there is a certain element of luck in playing cards, skill and experience are also very important.

However, after a few rounds...

"It's unscientific! Your cards are too good, aren't you?!" Zhou Ming threw the cards in his hand, and looked at the other party's eyes, "How did you do it?"

"Probably just luck." The other party said lightly.

No, there must be ghosts in it!Zhou Ming gritted his teeth and stared at the other party. At first, it was the God of Death who proposed guessing fists to determine the outcome. The other party must have the chance to make such a proposal!He never thought of this...

Could it be that the god of death has better luck?

"I think we should use more technical means to decide the outcome." Zhou Ming flipped through the drawer, "Can you play chess?"

"Tell me the rules and I will."

"Come on." Zhou Ming set up the chess board and rubbed his hands together, "I'll take care of you!"

It didn't take long for Zhou Ming, who had been killed to the point of death, to bow down in frustration.

"You lied to me..." Zhou Ming looked at the other party with tears in his eyes, "A master like you actually bullies a weak scum like me..."

"Nothing." Reaper scratched his hair, "Others used to ask me to play chess. I really haven't played your kind of chess."

International chess?

Zhou Ming suddenly thought of something.

"Have you seen the movie The Seventh Seal?"

"No." Death looked at him in surprise, "I rarely have the opportunity to watch movies."

"It's about a knight who played a game with death in order to delay his own death, um, playing chess." In fact, Zhou Ming watched this movie a long time ago, and now I don't remember the details clearly. roughly.

"And then? What was the result?"

"He's dead, of course." Zhou Ming carefully observed the other person's expression, "Are you not surprised at all?"

"What's so unexpected?" Reaper raised his eyebrows, "Such things happen often. There are always people who think they can beat Reaper, so they put forward various conditions with me, playing chess, playing cards, gambling... If they If I win, I have to keep them alive. I'm happy to accept the challenge, after all, few people want to play with me, but they have to die in the end. No one can beat death."

"Since no one can defeat God of Death, then obviously, I can't beat you! Whether it's boxing, cards, or chess!" Zhou Ming grabbed the other party's collar, "What the hell are you suggesting that the loser do it?" Live! Are you deliberately bullying me?!"

"Look, you have survived the car accident, maybe you are the only one who can defeat me." The god of death smiled sincerely.

"Die!" Zhou Ming punched the opponent.

"The same is true in terms of force." The God of Death smiled and caught Zhou Ming's fist, and pushed him aside with a little force.

"It's not fair at all!" Zhou Ming suddenly felt that he had been cheated, "I will never agree to such a proposal in the future!"

"Before that, you should complete the promise you lost to me just now." The other party counted on his fingers, "You will make instant noodles at noon today. The right to use it belongs to me, and all the garbage is thrown out by you..."

"You can give me some!" Zhou Ming clenched his fists, feeling a tendon throbbing in his temple.

"Oh, by the way, you want to accompany me to a movie, and I suddenly think the movie is quite interesting."

"I didn't agree to this just now!"

"Then promise now." The god of death waved at him, "Go for instant noodles, I'm hungry."

Zhou Ming began to seriously consider poisoning the instant noodles to get rid of the big trouble on the bed once and for all.

Although he doubts what kind of poison can solve the death.