: Ambiguous game

The capacity of dreams as a carrier is very large, and deep sleep may make you feel the same after a long time in just ten minutes.
In the cottage by the Jingda Lake, the water vapor makes the wind soft in the sunny cottage, flicking with pure white gauze curtains, expensive swivel chairs by the desk, PS4 on the small coffee table in front of the large widescreen TV, and on the kitchen entrance bar counter Green sdum luxuriant,
The wind chimes hanging on the balcony door sway gently, the pure white floor and the ice cubes in the glass, in the beautiful atmosphere of this beautiful time like a youth movie,
Seeing the daily scene of Gou Yu smearing cream on the cake in the kitchen, he held one cheek and let the breeze blow his broken hair, his expression was quiet and gentle, enjoying this moment of stability and daily life, he lowered his eyes and chuckled. .
How to put it, although it is a bit abrupt, but...
I really want to see a kid or wear a backless sweater.
Sitting next to him looking at the model magazine, Meng Lang watched Fang Ran, who was still in a daze for the last second, suddenly crisscrossing his chin, his eyes twitched silently.
I must be thinking about something again...
"Captain, I tried to make a new cake. Would you like to try it?"
How on earth can I make a small or wear a backless sweater...
Fang Ran, who was indifferent to the tasting invitation that he had rushed past long ago, looked down on his eyes and pondered the issue seriously.
"team leader?"
Then at the moment Gou Yu asked again, a bright light flashed in his mind!
"Now! Little or! Brother! Let's play a game!"
"It's okay to play, but why is it so sudden."
Putting down the plate with the cut cake, and sitting at his seat by the small table, Gou Yu looked at him and asked a little strangely, and then saw Fang Ran's answer with eyes floating:
"Yeah... I've always been yearning for it, that is... the kind of high-level sister Mingling who is currently playing with other people at parties..."
And listening to his suspicious explanation, Meng Lang holding his own ‘study materials’, he dismantled the stage with a grin of ‘I’ve seen through you, brother’:
"Oh, anyway, my brother, you must be fighting something again..."
"Party game with punishment."
"So what are we going to play? (decisively
Gou Yu: "..."
Brother Meng, you changed too quickly. You want to see the captain's embarrassment written on your face.
Is it my illusion that I always feel uneasy...
Seeing that the two guys in front of him were already eager to try and couldn't wait to start, Gou Yu sighed helplessly, then looked at Fang Ran and asked:
"All right, what about the rules?"
"... hum hum hum hum hum hum !!!"
Hearing that Xiaoor finally fell into his own trap, Fang Ran lowered his hair and gave out a three-stage smile of the Devil of "Planning", and then violently took out the lottery box, marker, turntable, sticky note and headband, and opened his eyes wide. Shout out!
"Let's play a game in which randomly selected NG words written by others are worn on the forehead. Whoever is induced to say it will draw his own punishment from the box provided by each person with ten punishments!!!"
"Wow... it's really a game with simple and easy-to-understand names..."
Seeing the proposal he shouted out with such enthusiasm, Meng Lang, who was still disgusted with his naming ability, curled his lips, but the next second he felt as if fighting spirit was burning, his eyes widened and he slapped the table!
"But oh Moses! Brother! I accept your challenge!"
And watching this scene, watching these two uneasy things that beat the table at every turn,
Gou Yu silently glanced at the turntable, sticky notes, headbands on the table, as well as markers and the opaque lottery box used to draw penalty conditions.
I don’t know when, I’m used to the setting that the captain can draw out everything...
"Each person writes one NG word to each other, not repeating it, and then writes ten more punishments and puts them in the box, and in order to increase the randomness of uncertainty, add a'transfer sign' to the punishment box!"
Blocking it with his arm, like a primary school student who was afraid of copying his answer at the same table in the exam, Fang Ran, who wrote all the notes, flashed in his eyes, and raised the corner of his mouth to push the glasses that did not exist!
"Not only can you skip the punishment, you can also randomly pick out someone else to suffer for you!"
"How is it? Brother in the way, if you're afraid, it's better to quit my game with Xiaoor now!"
"Heh! Just to my liking! Let go, brother!"
After deliberately provoking Meng Lang, he looked at Meng Lang with his hands embracing himself as expected. On the surface, he pretended to be eager to fight for the battle, but in his heart he smiled wildly and evilly!
Humph, my stupid brother,
I’m afraid you still don’t know what the existence of a transfer sign means to me who has a [create card],
As long as a transfer lottery turns into the instant my hand reaches into the box, I will be invincible, and I will increase the probability of being punished by half!
And most importantly, it seems that the probability of penalizing each person writing ten cards is 1/30,
but! ! !
me! ! !
Ten of them are all wearing halter sweaters!
They supervised each other and put the transfer slips and the penalty slips into the lottery box, and Fang Ran glanced at the two very'targeted' NG notes that he had written to Meng Lang and Gou Yu, secretly stealing the'desire sauce' in his heart. laugh.
The chance of losing is half, plus nearly one-third of the chance of drawing, which means that about 1/6 of the probability of seeing the baby or wearing a backless sweater, plus my two tailored Customized notes....
Eh~ eh eh~ eh eh eh~~~! ! !
"Huh? Brother, what are you playing?"
And just at this moment, it seemed that she had just returned from school and was walking upstairs from the skylight stairs. The tall and beautiful figure heard them, and leaned down to Fang Ran, Xia Yao said with a slightly interested smile.
"It seems very interesting, can you take me one?"
"amount...."
The moment she heard her say this, Fang Ran, who was thinking about a small abacus, suddenly became stiff.
White tooth...wait, there will be more senior sisters, in this case...
"Well, it just so happens that we haven't started yet, then sister Xia, let me tell you the rules."
But there was no reason to refuse. Seeing that Gou Yu had already agreed, Fang Ran was too late to calculate the probability of success for one more person, and clenched his fists slightly.
No way, I have to go!
Then after explaining the rules to Xia Yao and preparing to end the lottery,
Round1.
Immediately after the draw was over, I quickly glanced around the top of other people's heads. On top of Xia Yao's head was'work', and on Gou Yu's head was'mobile phone'. Seeing that they were not written by himself, he secretly Frowning slightly.
Cut... Didn't it happen...
Then after seeing Meng Lang's head on top, Fang Ran crisscrossed his face with a low, smirk.
Meng Lang, who also looked around in a circle next to him, saw the top of Fang Ran's head, but also rubbed his chin with a smile on the face of a wicked man, both of them had the same thought at the moment.
It's up to you! ×2
And looking at their heads that one says ‘Brother’ and the other says ‘Brother’,
Gou Yu's face was slightly silent and complicated.
How should I put it, you two really have a good mind in a place like this...
"Then brother, let me ask you..."
"Crack!"
Fang Ran, who was just about to trick Meng Lang's address to himself, immediately heard Meng Lang shouting for a case, and grabbed his shoulder with a honeyed smile.
"Congratulations, brother, lose the first round."
"what!?"
Just thinking that he was sure of winning, Fang Ran looked dazed at his speed of light defeat, then took off the sticky note on his forehead, and looked at it with the words ‘old man’ written on it, and his expression was as hard as constipation.
"Fuck! Brother, you're sloppy, you count me!!!"
Feng Qingyun's triumphant smile appeared on his face, followed by Meng Lang's black and wicked face, and he grasped Fang Ran forcefully, and said every word as threatening as a loan shark:
"I am willing to bet and lose, the punishment rule is absolute, brother, can you play, no, play, right?"
Damn...there is no way, but it's okay, I still have insurance.
Looking at Meng Lang's ugly face, Fang Ran gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, then stretched his hand to the lottery box, but...
Snapped!
At the moment he was about to reach in, he was grabbed by Meng Lang.
"Qiaodou sack, I remember that someone's ability can change things, right? Isn't it because you want to change the'transfer sign' to cheat? Ah, old and younger?"
"Fuck! Brother, you guessed it..."
A big face approached and stared at the panicked Fang Ran, who prolonged the fierce tone of scaring the crying child and questioned Meng Lang, and smiled arrogantly in his heart.
Humph, my naive brother, do you think I didn't guess your abacus?
"In order to prevent you from cheating with your abilities, my brother, I will take your punishment for you, hahaha,"
There was a smirking laugh, and Meng Lang's movements went wild in an instant. Regardless of Fang Ran's desperate prevention, he inserted into the lottery box with a proud laugh and roar!
"Your turn, Doro-!!!"
I screamed desperately, "It must be the one I wrote!" Before Fang Ran cheated, he slammed the punishment note in front of everyone and made it public!
then....
At the small table, they hugged each other tightly and embraced each other at a close distance. They were both expressionless and dark-faced. Fang Ran's voice did not fluctuate and his eyes were dead and silently said:
"Brother, do you regret exposing me?"
"you shut up."
Looking at the two people who were embracing each other tightly, the picture was very irritating, Gou Yu slightly speechlessly picked up the punishment note drawn out by Meng Lang, which read:
Hold tightly to the person who wrote the NG word for ten seconds.
Uh... is this...
Glancing at Xia Yao, who has a nice smile on her side, Gou Yu is suddenly silent while wearing a beautiful ivory-white shirt today.
That...Is it possible that I was involved in a rather bad game mixed with various desires...
Round2.
He quickly swept the crowd, and saw that the top of Gou Yu's head was "like" this time. It was still not a note written by himself. Fang Ran slapped his tongue again, but this time he decided to take the initiative if not!
But after looking at it, no one spoke first. Thinking of the lessons learned from the previous round of his failure, Fang Ran was silent for a while, then looked at Gou Yu seriously and solemnly, and took out his own strengths and spoke very concisely and plainly:
"Smallhuo, Whatdoyoulike?"
Looking at him secretly on the top of his head, letting him secretly delighted, determined that Meng Lang, who must be pitted to Fang Ran, was instantly shocked by his shamelessness.
"Damn! English? Brother, how can you be more shameless..."
"Crack!"
But before the shocked Tucao was finished, he saw Fang Ran turning his head to look at him viciously, grinning grinningly with his molars.
"There is a way to heaven, don't you go, brother, let you interrupt, come on, start your performance."
Frozen for a moment, he took off his sticky note and looked at the words ‘I rely on’ on it. Meng Lang was slightly silent and suddenly felt unable to breathe.
"I... Damn! What a despicable thing! Brother, you even wrote a tone!"
"Soldiers are not tired of fraud! This is called tactics! You can write if you are capable!"
Seeing that the two people with the words "I rely on" on the tops of their heads had already started to make faces at each other, Gou Yu really felt that they were enough.
"Wish to bet and lose! The punishment rule is absolute, brother, don't you play, no, start, right?"
Returning what Meng Lang said just now, even the tone was not bad, Fang Ran looked like a loan sharking accomplice, and grabbed his gentle forcing opening:
"It's okay, brother, this time I will help you smoke!"
Adhering to the principle of never cheating, Fang Ran slapped his hand into the mouth of the box, and then suddenly raised it!
Play a pocky game with the person who wrote NG words for yourself, and don’t bite in advance.
"No, wait... Brother, don't do it, listen to my explanation, this may be an intention...!"
Round3.
"Crack--."
"Ah, did I lose this time..."
Listening to Xia Yao's interruption with a chuckle, Gou Yu's expression was slightly taken aback.
finally come----! ! ! ! !
In the last round, Fang Ran, who successfully reached the second page of the kissing record and was locked, watched Gou Yu put his hand into the lottery box and couldn't help cheering in his heart. One hand supported his chin and his brain went through rapid thinking.
There are a total of 40 penalty notes in the box, minus 8 and there is still 32, and none of my 10 notes appeared. According to the algorithm taught by my high school math teacher, I rounded it up.
Little or this one will definitely get a halter sweater!
In an attempt to use mysterious spiritual power to interfere with the result of the lottery, out of desire, he has completely ignored what he has learned in high school, and stared closely at Gou Yu’s hand.
Then at the moment the note was placed on the table to announce the results, he saw it said!
Transfer sign.
Fang Ran, Nothing to Love. jpg.
who is it! ! ! !
Which came up with such a sad rule (unacceptable)! ! !
"Transfer? Then I will."
Seeing the pointer on the turntable rotate, Fang Ran felt that he suddenly realized a very serious problem.
Wait, what if I get a halter sweater?
Fang Ran, with a constipated complexion, watched the turntable pointer turning, but kept his heart tightened. He glanced around at Meng Lang and Gou Yu, who were waiting for the results, and saw the beautiful figure of Xia Yao opposite him.
For a moment, Fang Ran realized a worse problem.
What if... Go to school sister and get a halter sweater...
The moment this idea emerged,
Fang Ran suddenly saw the world in front of him like a scene switching. He turned for no reason, and switched to the bright time of a moonlit night. The room was illuminated by the slight moonlight, and the figures on both sides of the small table disappeared.
He sat in his original position and looked at the tall figure on the opposite side, his snow-white tight slender legs pressed on the small table, and his hands were wrapped around his neck. This time, this extremely seductive posture, and everything in front of him from this angle,
Fang Ran suddenly felt extremely thirsty, the moment his hands subconsciously wanted to stretch out and lift up to do something,
He inexplicably understood that he didn't want to see Gou Yu wearing a halter sweater.
After thinking about this, Fang Ran heard Xia Yao's moist, soft, ambiguous words biting his earlobe in the room where only two people were slightly illuminated by the moonlight.
"Then junior, do you actually want to see me put it on?"
Do not! Wait...no, right! What's the situation! Why am I here! ?
Although it was a participant ~EbookFREE.me~, he was also a boy who had just grown up. He once again noticed that he was living with a beautiful opposite sex, his agitated sex, slightly awake, and felt strange thoughts arise in disorder.
Shaken to the extreme, Fang Ran always vaguely felt that he had some means to deal with this situation.
Then, before I feel I can't control myself, I subconsciously ask for help!
In the next second, the world changed suddenly.
Turned into the airplane's cramped bathroom, leaning in the corner, a tall figure wearing a halter sweater, with solid muscles of the back, buttocks, thighs, and the edges of the fatal breast muscles are all in sight!
The most suffocating thing is that when you turn around, you can still see the cut in your chest cut by Tang Dao, watching the moment Meng Lang wears a backless sweater and himself in this small space.
Suddenly unable to move his body, Fang Ran's eyes widened in shock as he watched him slowly approaching his side, holding his hand on his chest muscles, and lowering his head affectionately:
"Brother... do you know why this dress is called a virgin killer..."
...
...
"what----------!"
Waking up from the deep sleep that I had fallen into because I didn’t have a good rest in the last two nights, I felt like I was almost killed and shivered suddenly, feeling the moment my body resumed action and subconsciously jumped forward and avoided.
Then, when he woke up and looked stiff, he saw Osphia, who was pressed under him again with blond messy blonde hair, and slightly gritted his teeth:
"what are you doing?"
"amount...."
Fang gained valuable experience not to use ‘forced calm’ in deep sleep dreams.
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