Pick up trash in dangerous games

Unexpectedly, the people in the room slept like dead pigs, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the movement outside the door, and turned over on their heads to continue sleeping.

The dark chocolate pudding outside the angry door trembled.

In the end, it gave up knocking on the door. It had no choice but to wake up a sleeping person with a small pudding. Fortunately, it still had two alternatives.

Aren't there still two doors? !

It continued to squirm its heavy body and continued to move forward. It came back to a door and repeated the action just now. No one came out to greet it after struggling for a long time.

You Wenyao in the room pretended not to hear it. This is what he said from his experience since he had played six dungeons. No matter how loud the people outside the door were, he insisted on not opening the door. He was anxious to kill the other party. This was his way of survival, otherwise he would just sit around How did the staff in the office survive six copies.

Little Pudding was tired of knocking on the door with his head. He was out of breath, lying on the door so tired that he was panting.

For a moment it thought of giving up, but when it thought of its master it regained motivation.

For the master, it fights! ! !

This strong sense of faith made it fearless after all battles, and it went forward bravely. It came to the last door and continued to repeat the knocking action just now.

Halfway through the knock, it stopped.

The head hurts so much, lie on the door for a while, although its head is very hard, it doesn't mean it is not afraid of pain.

This way of banging the door with its head seems really not a good idea, as the owner said, it is too stupid, Little Pudding kept banging on the door while crying.

Sudden--

It heard a very small sound, and leaned its head against the door to listen to the movement in the room.

Thankfully, the people in this room finally responded, instead of ignoring it like the people in the two rooms just now, Little Pudding burst into tears of joy.

So... it hit the door more violently, and it sounded like something really urgent to the people inside the door.

Jian Mo was sleepy in the room, and was woken up by this disturbing movement, and Jian Mo, who was angry about getting up, asked Sang who was sleeping next to him to see what was going on, and when he saw Sang get out of bed to check Jian Mo felt very relieved, as expected, it was still his Sang Hao.

After a while, Sang came back again. Seeing Sang getting ready to go to bed, Jian Mo asked lazily, "Huh? Who is it?"

"No one, it sounds like something hit the door," Sang coaxed softly, and because Jian Mo was half asleep and half awake, she didn't find the loophole in Sang's words, so she responded lightly and went back to sleep .

The little pudding outside the door was buzzing, its whole body was crushed flat, but fortunately its body structure is not real pudding, otherwise it would be broken into two halves when stepped on.

Even so, there was still a big shoe print on Pudding's crushed head.

It was blinded immediately, and then with tears in its eyes, it ran back to complain to the owner, crying, and needed the owner to restore it to its original state.

Early the next morning, several people gathered in the cafeteria.

Ba Feng, who didn't seem to have had enough sleep, yawned, stretched his waist and said with emotion: "I slept very uncomfortable last night. Is the bed board made of steel bars? It's too hard, and my back hurts from sleeping."

"It's so different," You Wenyao supported his waist, and now his waist seems to have disappeared, and there is still some blue around his eyes, obviously because he didn't sleep well last night, and he didn't bother to mock Ba Feng.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

writer's words

amending