Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

A certain "dead green tea" glanced at Zhou Ye, retreated to advance, and stood up again.

"I'll be the first one."

As he said this, he reluctantly let go of the hand behind his back and walked towards the small door with a fearless attitude.

Seeing that no one stopped him, he turned back timidly, "You will wait for me here, right? Don't go anywhere else. I'm... afraid I can't find you."

Liu Xi looked reluctant, "Don't worry, we are here."

Song Xulin pinched his chin, the more he tasted it, the more familiar it became.

Thinking of the loss he had suffered in front of this little green tea girl before, his eyebrows raised, and a strange emotion flashed in his dark eyes.

It has been blooming like a butterfly recently. I thought it had changed, but it turned out to be still dead.

His eyes swept over the back of Gong Huasui's hand, which was so tense that the veins were bulging. Song Xulin snorted and pulled him away.

"You're useless. I'll go first, and you guys decide the rest by rock-paper-scissors."

After saying that, he bent down nimbly and went into the passage.

Soon, from inside the small door came the "click-click" sounds of various mechanisms being activated. At the same time, there were also mournful and shrill roars, and inexplicable and weird laughter.

Fear of unknown things is usually magnified several times. Even though the people outside the door had not yet entered, they shuddered just by listening to the sounds.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Guan Xiuning took the initiative to step forward.

"The order is determined by the palm and back of the hand. Song Xulin will come out soon."

Zhou Ye was hesitant and wanted to cheat and be the last one, but Guan Xiuning had expected this and just stared at him.

There was no choice but to move over reluctantly.

Then, among the palms of the crowd, he showed the back of his hand...

"Oh, the second place is out." Gong Huasui showed his two canine teeth and smiled.

Zhou Ye wanted to retort, but before he could even open his mouth, Song Xulin had already bent down and walked out of the small door.

He was holding a fragment of what looked like a wooden suicide note. After handing it to Guan Xiuning, he said, "Whoever's next? Go in."

"Brother Song~"

Zhou Ye was scared and approached eagerly, "Can you help me go there~"

Song Xulin raised the corners of his mouth, and his tone was tinged with malice.

"I want to help you, but the rules don't allow it. One person corresponds to one fragment of the suicide note. I went there again, but I couldn't get any clues."

Seeing that Zhou Ye still wanted to argue, Song Xulin suddenly came up with an idea, showing rare kindness.

"How about I walk a little further in with you?"

Zhou Ye was waiting for this sentence, and hurriedly pulled Song Xulin into the small door.

Ten seconds later, an extremely miserable scream suddenly erupted from inside.

"Ahhh-"

"Song Xulin! Song Xulin! Where the hell are you?"

"Ahhhh! There are ghosts, lots of ghosts!"

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

"I know Kung Fu, please don't go too far! Ahh ...

It was amidst this strange and funny background noise that Song Xulin came out from the passage, hiding his achievements and fame, and slowly sat down on the stone platform.

Liu Xi and Guan Xiuning looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sure enough, Zhou Ye was supposed to be ranked second, and he instantly stopped being nervous.

Gong Huasui was standing behind Zhou Ye. At this moment, he did not feel like a coward at all. His mind and eyes were full of Chi Qinghe beside him, not the secret room mission.

Taking advantage of his body to block the view, he first hooked his little finger with Chi Qinghe and shook it. When he got no response, he bent his index finger and scratched his palm.

A tingling sensation ran from the palm of his hand all the way to the tip of his heart. Chi Qinghe reflexively grabbed the troublesome finger and pinched it warningly.

Gong Huasui raised the corner of his mouth, turned his wrist slightly, and held the boy's hand, fitting it tightly as if glued.

This little action was very covert, and people around them had no idea what they were doing.

The only thing that made them feel strange was that they were so close.

In the past, except when they were in class, they wished they could put a huge barrier between them, for fear that they would get tangled up with some unlucky things.

At this time, Gong Huasui took advantage of the others studying the fragments of the suicide note and leaned close to Chi Qinghe's ear and asked worriedly, "Qinghe, your hands are getting cold so quickly. Are they very cold?"

"It's like this in winter. I'm used to it."

He thought he had frozen Gong Huasui, so he wanted to pull his hand back, but the latter obviously didn't have that intention. Not only did she not let him go, she also lifted up her sleeves and actively put Chi Qinghe's hand in them.

He was wearing a black windbreaker today with elastic cuffs, which made it easy for him to transfer his body temperature to Chi Qinghe's hands.

"Luckily, I'm warm in the winter and cool in the summer."

Chi Qinghe forced a faint smile, "Then we are quite compatible."

"It's suitable, it's a perfect match." Gong Huasui emphasized.

Just like at this moment, they all tacitly did not mention this beautiful dream that could be shattered at any time.

Maybe it will be in the next second, or maybe it can be extended to the end of today with luck. In short, after escaping from the black box, Gong Huasui wished he could break one second into two seconds.

His eyes would occasionally paint over Chi Qinghe's facial features, as if he wanted to remember them, or as if he wanted to engrave them deep in his soul.

If he wasn't afraid of scaring Chi Qinghe, he really wanted to bring him home immediately and then...

Hide it.

Gong Huasui bit his lips until a faint smell of blood appeared on the tip of his tongue, and then the paranoid thought was suppressed.

Zhou Ye was timid, and when he came out, he scared Song Xulin, the bravest one.

Because this person didn't come out...

He crawled out!

He was crying and crawling, his voice was so hoarse that it sounded like a ghost.

Song Xulin jumped off the stone platform, walked over and pulled Zhou Ye up from the ground.

"Oh my god! You...are you being treated specially? Why do you feel like you've been scared out of your wits?"

Zhou Ye's chin was shaking like an egg beater, but he did not forget to clutch the culprit's collar, roaring in anger and fear.

"You! Didn't you say you would accompany me?!"

"I'll accompany you for a while, not the whole time."

Song Xulin also felt a little guilty and whispered, "Who knew you were so timid..."

Zhou Ye: "I was born with it!"

Song Xulin rolled his eyes.

This guy has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is extremely fierce when he really fights.

As a result, all the courage was replenished in the muscles...