Quickly wear the heartthrob: the host was counterattacked again

Having the strategy but still failing to express one's feelings is such a shameful thing that naturally no one would want to publicize it. This is also the reason why when this essential strategy was posted, there were all cheers below but no one commented on how effective it was in practice.

So, when it comes to confessing your love, you not only need a strategy, but you also need to consider the person.

As long as the person is right, you can successfully express your love by picking any wild flower on the roadside.

If the person is not the right one, no matter how romantically or wealthy you are in proposing to him, our delicate young master Duan will probably ignore you.

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After a lively dinner, a group of young boys and girls started playing the oldest party game in ancient China - Truth or Dare.

Mianmian was in high spirits, so when she heard there were games to play, she naturally agreed with both hands.

As for Duan Yubai, no one expected this young master to condescend to play such a stupid game with them. But when the young master was about to say no, he casually glanced at the excited look of his junior sister and blurted out, "Forget it. I'm bored anyway, so I'll just play it reluctantly."

Are you going to play with them?

Several childhood friends all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

After knowing each other for so many years, this pampered and talented young master has always disdained to play such low-level games. Why did he change his ways today?

Several good brothers looked at each other, and then focused their attention on the only variable, the new girl sitting next to Brother Duan.

Tsk tsk, it looks like Duan Zhinan’s spring is coming, the young master has finally met his nemesis…

Everyone sighed silently in their hearts for a while, and seeing that the young master was about to show an impatient look on his face, the person who suggested playing Truth or Dare quickly stood up and went out to ask the waiter to prepare the props needed for the game.

When everything is ready, the game officially begins.

The boy who was preparing the props spoke first.

"Come on, come on. We have prepared two sets of props, a roulette wheel and cards. Just playing the roulette wheel and pointing fingers at people is too boring, so the waiter suggested that we add cards for the Vice King game."

Everyone had played these two games before, but this was the first time they played the two games together, so the boy briefly explained the new rules of the game to everyone.

"In a moment, each of us will draw a card representing our identity and we must not let anyone else see our number card. Then we will randomly choose one person to spin the wheel. The person pointed to by the wheel pointer will be the first king. They can designate any two number cards to play the game. The designated person can choose truth or dare. After making the choice, the king can ask the corresponding truth or dare question or dare method."

After a long list of rules, everyone was a little itchy and interrupted.

"Okay, okay, we all understand, let's get started."

"It's a game, so if you don't finish it, there should be some punishment, right?"

"Yeah, what's the punishment, Yu Chen?"

Yu Chen, the boy who was in charge of explaining the rules, said,

"Punishment? Of course it's drinking. Of course, if you don't want to drink, you can also crowdfund and let everyone come up with alternative punishments to drinking, such as streaking, or asking strangers for contact information or something. We're all familiar with each other, so let's just be casual."

Isn’t that just another kind of adventure?

Mianmian complained in her heart.

Everyone had no objection, and the game officially began.

After several rounds at the beginning, Mianmian and Duan Yubai were not picked. The two of them were just like the background of the game, watching this group of people having fun and having fun because of the endless truth or dare games.

"Okay, who's the king this round?"

"Me, me, me! I am the king! It's finally my turn, hahahaha..."

The king chosen by the pointer was Ou Huang, one of Duan Yubai's childhood friends.

As the name suggests, his parents wanted their silly son to have as good luck as the Emperor of Europe, so that he wouldn't be sold by others and have to help them count money one day.

But obviously, this intention was misplaced.

We saw that our brother Ou Huang was shirtless at this time, and his clothes were taken off by someone. Two turtles were drawn on his handsome face with a black pen of special material.

These were the two big challenges he had just accepted. Entering the midnight carnival dance floor of the virtual world, he would pass if he could stay there for ten minutes.

In the end, because of the girls in the dance floor... and some young men with ulterior motives who were causing trouble everywhere, our handsome brother Ou Huang almost lost his innocence. His upper body clothes were stripped off by dozens of different hands. He struggled for half an hour before he escaped from the dance floor.

As for the turtle on the face, that was the second big adventure. The good brothers painted a pattern on it with a brush made of special materials, and the pattern had to be left on the face for three full days before it could be washed off.

There were more than a dozen people in total, and the game had only started five rounds. Unfortunately, Brother Ou Huang accounted for two-fifths of the losses alone, so he was quite resentful.

After finally being chosen by the pointer, brother Ou Huang, who thought he was the chosen one, was singing like a liberated serf and was extremely proud.

Not to mention, this villain's smug look and the two turtles on his face really go well together.

Ou Huang is so proud now that he is almost raising his index finger.

Is this what it feels like to have power over someone? He loves it!

"Then let's go with the Ace of Hearts and the Eight of Hearts."

"Quick, quick, Ace of Hearts and Eight of Hearts, show your identities!"

Duan Yubai raised his eyebrows slightly and casually threw his identity card - the Ace of Hearts - on the table.

Seeing the young master's action, the crowd that had been making a commotion fell silent for a moment, like gangsters who dared not act rashly in front of their boss, wishing they could shrink into quails.

After a few seconds, someone spoke weakly again.

"Who's the Eight of Hearts then? Come out and play this round of the game."

Come out and finish this round of the game! Then they will never dare to call the Ace of Hearts again.

What kind of luck does Ou Huang have? He always gets it right. How dare they let the honorable Young Master Duan play such a wild dare... The same goes for truth or truth. The questions just now were so embarrassing for the people who answered them.

We should be gentler towards their brother Duan.

I hope Ou Huang has some foresight and doesn't give Brother Duan any games that are too extreme.

As everyone was imagining wildly, a white and tender little hand raised the red eight in its hand and said excitedly,

“It’s Mianmian!”

It’s finally the little tyrant’s turn to play!