"If you lose, you will be punished with one drink," Zhang Zhen, a drunkard, cheerfully cheered
"No, I'll play" Shen Fanzhi said calmly
"How about confessing to 12?" After editing, Mu Xun incited the people around him.
"Hey, I agree with this." There were voices of agreement from the crowd.
Cheng Feng silently looked at the number plate of 12 with question marks on his face.
Mu Xun saw his little movement and leaned over
"Oh, No. 12~" Mu Xun deliberately prolonged his voice to gloat at the misfortune.
Shen Fanzhi stood up and stood next to Shen Fanzhi, looking at him seriously
"Cheng Feng, I like you." The cheers on the side paused for a while, then resumed their excitement.
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In the car, Shen Fanzhi put the drunk Cheng Feng in the passenger seat and leaned over to fasten his seat belt.
Tell him seriously in his ear
"It's not a game, it can be taken seriously"
Alas, it turns out that drunkards can't understand anything...
A purposeful attack on a slow and easy-to-explode subject
Intention: good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil