I, Qing Huan

When the people arrived, six people got into two nanny vans. Tomorrow night Cheng and Qi Yi are naturally going to be together with Nanyang Qingxin.

The four people haven’t got together for a while, and the chat box that’s on tomorrow night hasn’t been closed since the moment I got in the car. Barabara’s everything has to be pulled out and talked about, from the hotel’s terrible porridge to the high school’s horror formula, from clumsy. Cen Ziyan's assistant had only met Cen Ziyan for two days, and Nanyang's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Ziyan is really nice," Cheng said tomorrow night, lying on the Nanyang seat in the front row, "Old ancestor, you and her have known it in many places. It is very approachable. I thought my master was gentle enough. I didn’t expect Ziyan to be more innocent than her. I blamed my master’s face for being too wicked. Look at Ziyan, it’s as pure as a daffodil. This is what makes the outside and inside the same. But, she and Teacher Bai When I stay together, it feels very strange. I don’t know why, but I always feel that she is afraid of Teacher Bai. Teacher Bai is like you, not very talkative, but my master is not afraid of you. How could Ziyan So afraid of Teacher Bai? Teacher Bai doesn't look so fierce, and even shook hands with me the first time I met. I really can't figure it out..."

Nan Yang was already a little impatient in his breath.

Qi Yi pushed the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked leisurely, "Acheng, are all the papers left for you yesterday finished?"

Tomorrow night Cheng immediately stopped chattering, hanging his head faintly, and whispering: "I, I will go back to do it after I have recorded the show."

"You have time to gossip about others. The Chinese paper the day before yesterday was simply wrong," Qi Yi chuckled. "Outside the Changting Pavilion, by the old road, do you remember what you wrote next?"

Tomorrow night, he looked at Qi Yi blankly.

Qi Yi said word by word: "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a line of egrets climbed into the sky."

Tomorrow night Cheng was stunned: "...No, isn't it?"

Nanyang: "..."

Qing Huan: "..."

Xiaoye: "..."

With a friendly smile on Qi Yi's face, "Go back and copy it twenty times. Don't go to bed if you can't finish it."

Tomorrow night, "Huh?" He said, and Luo Li didn't have the strength to talk nonsense. He buried his face in the backrest weakly, and wailed in his hair.

It stands to reason that she should not be so unfamiliar with ancient poetry as an old thing that has lived for more than three thousand years. But she is just a temperament who is completely uninterested in poetry and songs. In the past, she heard people talk about this, and she didn't even want to pass her ears. If a person really doesn't catch a cold with something, no matter how many opportunities to touch it, she will pretend to be deaf and avoid it.

I had known that there was a day of preparing for the college entrance examination, and she should go to the poem meeting of those sour and rotten literati twice.

Qing Huan smiled and shook his head.

Before tomorrow night, Cheng could squeeze out her tears to show sympathy, she was pulled up by Qi Yi's collar and asked her to recite the homework assigned last night to her.

Nanyang remained silent, sitting quietly in the corner, playing Tetris with his low-quality game console.

Tomorrow night Cheng didn't know her well before, and squeezed toothpaste like: "The wind is rushing... the sky is high... the sky is high... the monkey is crying."

There was a harsh "biu~~" from the game console in the front row

"Zhu... Qingsha white birds fly... fly back..."

"Biu～biu～"

"Boundless falling wood..."

"Biu～～biubiubiu～～～"

"What the **** is coming..."

"Biubiu——biubiu～biu～"

"Boundless falling wood biubiubiu?"

Tomorrow night Cheng was brainwashed by that spicy-eared game machine.

Qi Yi twitched the corner of his mouth.

Tomorrow night, pointing to the front row with an annoyed voice: "Sister, look at her, she affects my study! Master, you don't care about your wife!"

Qing Huan held down Nanyang's game console and whispered, "Stop playing."

Without squinting, Nanyang peered through Qinghuan's fingers at the screen, precisely controlling the cube to fall, and his voice was faint: "You turned your elbow out."

Qing Huan sighed: "You save some brainpower, it will be difficult to play games for a while."

Nan Yang lowered his head and said softly, "But I want to play."

Qing Huan couldn't bear Nan Yang's request like this, and immediately let go of her, disarming her and turned her back: "Acheng, you can bear it."

Qi Yi also said: "I don't know how to memorize it, and I want to buckle the pot to someone else. Do you still want to continue to punish?"

Tomorrow night, he stared at the circle of demons dumbfounded, with a groan in his heart, and suddenly felt that he was the one being caught.

After half an hour of screaming all the way, they finally arrived at the recording site of the show.

But when the car door opened, a group of tall men in black suits swarmed up, each holding a blindfold in his hand. Xiaoye recognized that they were wearing the headset of the program group, and exchanged a few words with the leader in a low voice before knowing that the game had started. They must be taken out of the car blindfolded, and they can take off their blindfolds when the show allows.

Nanyang obviously didn't have much interest in this kind of bells and whistles, but now that she is here, she also knows that she has to cooperate with the program crew to shoot, even if she is reluctant, she also wears a blindfold that makes her instantly lose her sense of security.

After blindfolding, she fully mobilized her ears, accurately judged the location of Qinghuan, and pulled her hand.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Qing Huan squeezed her tiger's mouth gently.

The two people were put on invisible microphones and receivers by the staff, and then they were directed to move slowly to the designated direction. Tomorrow night Cheng and Qi Yi seemed to be separated, Nanyang could only hear the footsteps of herself and Qinghuan, and the movement of a few strangers around. They seemed to walk up a flight of steps in the dark, and were sent into a room again. The door was closed tightly and there was a sound of locking.

Because she was blindfolded, Qing Huan didn't know what was around her, so she didn't dare to move. Nan Yang secretly waved out her internal strength, roughly judged the objects placed around her, and after recognizing the stool, she pulled stiff Qing Huan and sat down.

"Dare to sit?" Qing Huan didn't dare to bend his legs.

"Sit down, trust me."

Listening to the reassuring voice, Qing Huan groped her legs, and after two seconds, she actually sat on a stool.

She shrugged her nose: "Um...do you smell it? It smells good."

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and said, "It's hot pot."

The two people were carefully smelling the surrounding odors, and a loud broadcast came from the room unexpectedly.

"Welcome to the pre-release version of "Honeymoon Together". Today we are going to make a small game here to determine the rankings of the three pairs of CPs, and draw lots according to the rankings. Five days later, we will fly together at Bayu Airport. Depart for Bangkok, Thailand, but before that, the result of the lottery will determine how you will get from Hokyo to Bayu Airport. There are three ways to ride in the lottery box, whether you spend three days and two nights on a crowded train seat, or at a high-end The majestic independent box enjoys the scenery along the way, it depends on your performance today! Are you ready?"

The corner of Nan Yang's eyes wrinkled: "The train has a hard seat?"

She has never taken a hard seat in her life.

Qinghuan squeezed her hand soothingly: "We are not necessarily the last."

The broadcast sound of the program PD continued to sound-

"If you are ready, please take off your blindfold!"

Nan Yang and Qing Huan took off their blindfolds at the same time. Because they had just worn it for too long, the bright light in front of them made it difficult for them to see things the moment they took it off. Qing Huan rubbed the corner of her eyes vigorously, then squinted to look around.

They are in a small space, no more than 15 square meters visually. There were only two of them in the space. Not far away was a closed iron door with a four-digit code lock. To their right is a low table, on the table there is really a pot of bubbling hot pot, on the left is a tall wooden shelf, the shelf is divided into nine grids, each grid is filled with various types of meatballs and vegetables , Seems to be used for shabu-shabu.

There is a small window at the back of the side wall. The window is not open wide, and it is separated by three metal pipes. Qing Huan walked over and looked over, and actually saw Ming Wancheng and Qi Yi on the other side of the window.

Tomorrow night Cheng and Qi Yi had just taken off their blindfolds, and they looked around in confusion. The room they were in was of a different style. The light was dark and there were chandeliers with weird blue lights hanging over their heads. There were also several shelves around, but the shelves were filled with various animal specimens and soaked in formalin. Of various internal organs.

Similarly, there was a small window on their wall, and Qing Huan saw Cen Ziyan's back from a distance.

It was just too far, she couldn't see the layout of Cen Ziyan's room.

The broadcast sounded again--

"I believe you have seen the environment you are in. So now I will introduce the rules of the game: "Honeymoon Together", the first game of the advance version-room escape. Three pairs of CPs are locked in different themed rooms. You can communicate and communicate with each other. You need to find the code on the iron door code lock in the shortest time and escape the secret room! The clues may be in your own room or in your opponent's room. How to measure the importance of clue trading Sex? How to make sure that you are the first one to escape smoothly? Is it an alliance for mutual benefit or a rivalry? The next time is left to you, distinguished guests, come on!"

After the broadcast, the three rooms fell silent for a while.

I don't know how long it has been, and tomorrow night Cheng Cai muttered in a low voice: "What planning ghost, this insincere makes us quarrel..."

After listening to the rules of the game in silence, Nanyang took a few dishes of meatballs and vegetables from the shelf, and sat down next to the hot pot to cook the dishes.

Qing Huan looked at her Buddhist style and reluctantly copied her hand and said, "You are really not in a hurry? Are you afraid of sitting in a hard seat for three days and two nights?"

"Aren't you hungry?" Nan Yang picked up the **** and put them in the pot, "I haven't eaten anything since I got off the plane."

"It seems to be a little hungry," Qing Huan leaned against the small bars, and a smell of formalin floated from the room over Chengcheng tomorrow night, making her feel sick. "However, I can't eat it now."

Tomorrow night Cheng was lying next to the small iron window, and looked over here: "Wow, Master, there is a hot pot in your house? It smells good."

Qi Yi clutched his nose and looked at the human bone specimens next to him. His voice came from under his hands, "I just want to vomit."

Qing Huan also looked towards Ming Wancheng, "Why are you so weird over there, is it a laboratory?"

"It should be," Cheng shivered tomorrow night, "I'm still spraying dry ice next to it, freezing to death."

Cen Ziyan leaned far away by the small iron window over there, raising her voice and shouting: "Acheng, I wish! What's the situation on your side?"

Qing Huan shouted to each other: "Our side should be the theme of the restaurant, and Acheng is the theme of the laboratory. How about your side?"

Cen Ziyan's voice trembled a little: "Our side is a ward. There is a hospital bed and an infusion stand. There is a dummy on the bed and bed... The blood stubble, I... I dare not touch it."

Bai Jinqiu's voice faintly came: "Yanyan, come here."

Cen Ziyan responded with an "Auntie" and immediately obediently left the side of the bars.

Tomorrow night Cheng, as the middleman who connects the three rooms in series, shouted to both sides at the same time: "Let’s look for it separately and find something useful to share!"

Qing Huan nodded.

After communicating with other people, Qing Huan turned around to find Nanyang. Nanyang was still sitting next to the hot pot, and the two small dishes beside her were empty. She was handing a piece of lettuce in her mouth.

"Why are you still eating?" Qing Huan was a little helpless. Despite the reproach, she still picked up a pair of chopsticks and helped Nanyang pick the **** from the hot pot into her bowl.

"It's still early, no hurry." Nanyang swallowed the lettuce and took another ball from the bowl.

"Eat less, eat too much and want to go to the bathroom?" Qing Huan poured a glass of water for Nanyang, "We are still locked up, we don't have a clue."

"……Ok."

Although Nanyang agreed with her mouth, the chopsticks did not stop.

Tomorrow night Cheng's voice suddenly came from the small bars: "Master! I found a small box behind the specimen rack!"

Qing Huan immediately got up and went over, looking through the window at the small wooden box in Ming Wancheng's hand, "It's...Is there a lock on it?"

"Yes, you need a key." Cheng Cheng shook the small lock tomorrow night.

There was also a voice from Cen Ziyan: "Acheng, I found a small key in the dummy's pocket, can you see if you can unlock your lock?"

Tomorrow night Cheng happily ran to take the key, tried it, and opened the small lock. There was a note lying in the box. Qi Yi took the note out and read it out under the dim light: "The first code number in room 2-the number of Baoxin fish **** on the shelf in room 1...quantity ."

The air was quiet for a second.

Tomorrow night Cheng and Qi Yi raised their heads together and looked at Qing Huan over the bars.

Qing Huan also turned his head and stared blankly at the empty plate of meatballs beside Nanyang.

"You... just ate a few balls?" Qing Huan asked cautiously.

Nan Yang glanced at his bowl blankly, and was speechless for a while.

Tomorrow night Cheng pounced on the bars, grabbed the iron rod and waited to get in and curse: "Ahhh, you big-mouthed devil actually ate all our clues!!!"