Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 47 46. What does it feel like?

When there are a lot of people, you can choose any game you want.

Everyone first chose the popular Werewolf from the board games.

There are eight people at the table, all of them are eighteen or nineteen years old. Except for Zhao Xue who is a little bit good at playing, most of them are pure newbies who have just started.

In a game like Werewolf, experts and novices can't play together at all.

After a few rounds, Zhou Mingyuan immediately became the target of public criticism.

He has clear logic, fluent speech, and is extremely good at distorting right and wrong. He can tell lies without blushing or even blinking.

How can the rookies beat him?

so.
In the next few rounds, no matter how much he stated that he was a good person.

But due to the hatred of several girls and roommates, he could not survive the first round and was voted out unanimously.

"I'm such a good person. Why don't you believe me?"

Zhou Mingyuan muttered indignantly and could only go upstairs alone to the mini cinema to see if there were any good movies.

After a while, Zhong Yuyun also ran over.

She was the second night to play the role of prophet, but there was no one to protect her, so she was killed by the werewolves.

"Were you targeted?"

The micro-cinema has a bean bag sofa that can only accommodate two people.

Zhong Yuyun sat down next to the man and giggled, her eyes curved.

"You deserve it. Who told you to be such a liar?"

"Maybe this is the price of being a master."

Zhou Mingyuan spread his hands and said, "Even if I tell the truth, no one will believe me."

"cut!"

Zhong Yuyun rolled her eyes at him.

Then she imitated Zhou Mingyuan's relaxed reclining posture and took off her canvas shoes, revealing her feet in white cotton socks. Her slender calves were slightly arched, and the hem of her skirt swayed over her knees.

"Is there anything interesting to see?"

She tilted her head and exhaled a sweet breath.

"That's all the catalogue says."

Zhou Mingyuan was selecting films and found that they were all classic old movies.

After browsing up and down for a long time, I simply followed the list and chose a movie that suits my taste.

——《The Notebook》.

This film, translated into Chinese as The Notebook, is said by some to be a redemption of first love and a passionate love story between two young people.

The plot of the story is very simple. Noah falls in love with Alie at first sight in the amusement park. It is passionate and sincere.

The Werewolf game downstairs was still going on, and the two of them watched the movie quietly, shoulder to shoulder.

The light reflected on Zhong Yuyun's delicate cheeks, drawing a charming curve on her jawline.

She watched with great interest.

On the screen, the whole summer is beautiful.

You can have an argument and then two seconds later go on to kiss and love each other.

You can go crazy and lie on the street watching the traffic lights.

This is the purest love, as if everything can be solved with a kiss.

Most of the time, sugary romance movies are the catalyst.

Whether it was the temperature, light, atmosphere or the glint in the eyes, it seemed to be spreading straight in a certain direction.

The spread continues.

The couple in the movie were kissing romantically, and Zhong Yuyun on the sofa quietly clenched her palms.

He turned his head slightly, barely noticeably, and after seeing the other person's jawline, he slowly stepped back.

She took a deep breath, and in her imagination, she seemed to yearn for such a lover.

It’s okay to quarrel occasionally.

Then wait for 2 seconds, 3 seconds, no more than 1 minute, and then reconcile.

Kiss hard.

He accompanies me to experience the world, just as romantic as Noah and Alie rowing in the beautiful lake.

He respects and encourages his own interests, just like Noah persuades Alie and encourages her to paint. If you can open your heart to love each other, just one summer will be enough.

We can feel happy even if we sit shoulder to shoulder and chat about the most boring topics.

What does it feel like to be in love?
As the screen flickered, a hand suddenly reached out to me and held my hand quietly.

The girl didn't pull away, but tilted her shoulder slightly two centimeters to the right.

The atmosphere was still quietly spreading when the door of the mini cinema was suddenly pushed open.

Cai Zhipeng was stunned for a moment, then spoke hesitantly.

"I couldn't find you guys for several rounds, so how come you're still watching a movie?"

"Oh oh oh, it's coming, it's coming!"

Zhong Yuyun's cheeks flushed, she straightened up, and quickly pulled her hand back.

Next, after playing a few rounds of Werewolf, everyone split into two groups to try other games.

The four of them took turns playing mahjong. Some went straight to the pool table to try their hand, while others went into the KTV box to show off their singing skills.

"Draw a clean set, triple!"

"No, buddy. Are you with him again?"

After several rounds of mahjong, Zhao Xue didn't win a single game, which really aroused her competitive spirit.

It was originally a game where players took turns to play. Not only did Zhou Mingyuan rarely hit the target, but his chances of winning were also surprisingly high.

The same thing happened when I was playing Werewolf just now. Why is this B so powerful?

Zhong Yuyun is not very good at mahjong and has no interest in singing.

So she volunteered to serve the group, passing over plates of cut fruit, distributing bottles of drinks to everyone, and standing at the back with her arms folded, watching the fun.

"Let's just pay. If no one comes up, what about the next round?"

Zhou Mingyuan tapped the table with a smile, pushed the cards in front of him into the bottom edge of the machine, and nodded at Xu Ning next to him.

Looking at everyone sending red envelopes in the newly created group, and looking at Zhao Xue's dissatisfied expression, Zhong Yuyun couldn't help laughing.

It was the first time she saw Zhao Xue being humiliated.

It's just a little fun. We are all students with no income, so the stakes are not big.

But Zhao Xue just wouldn't accept it.

"How about we play Sichuan Ma?"

Xiong Yao happened to be at the table, so Xu Ning simply suggested changing the way of playing.

"I also can."

Zhou Mingyuan spread his hands and nodded.

"I'm not very good at Sichuan Ma."

Zhao Xue was about to say that she was not very good at it, but then she thought that maybe the two people from Sichuan and Chongqing could beat Zhou Mingyuan up, and immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence.

As a result, due to unfamiliarity with the rules, the situation almost turned into a hateful three-eat-one situation.

"Thank you, Sister Xue, for the big red envelope~"

“Thank you for being here!”

After a few more rounds, Zhao Xue sent out six or seven red envelopes in the group, attracting others to come and watch the fun.

Oh shit!

How come he even knows how to play with rivers of blood?
After a few more hits, she finally couldn't hold it anymore, pushed the cards flat angrily, and stood up.

"You guys play, you guys play, I'm really unlucky today."

"Okay, Sister Xue, it's almost time, shall we go make dinner?"

Xu Ning had lost more than he won before, but he managed to make up for it after switching to Sichuan Mahjong. He smiled and hugged Zhao Xue, pointing to the hill of dishes not far away.

"Let's go! Go upstairs and grill!"

Zhao Xue shook her bun and pointed to the roof of the third floor.

The evening breeze was gentle. The young boys and girls went up to the terrace, set up picnic mats and a small dining table together, lit a fire, skewered the meat, distributed the tableware, and poured drinks.

Looking into the distance, the setting sun hangs obliquely in the sky, and the side close to the ground has turned into rouge red, while the part that meets the sky is a clear blue.

"Come on, come on, cheers~"

The small oven under the blue sky is sizzling, and the aroma spreads for miles.

At the age of eighteen, everything is free and beautiful.

(End of this chapter)