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Run into his arms. "

I was stunned for a while, and then I understood the meaning of his words. I glanced around, and the people in the hall said no more, no less, so I just pointed at one or two of them and shouted: "You, I bet 1 cent that you can let me pass; you! I bet 0.1 cents and repeat what I just said, you..."

A few minutes later, the hall became noisy, obviously dissatisfied with my bet, Mrs. Rachel came out and took a look at the hall, and then she asked: "What's wrong?"

"We want to have a blind date, Mrs. Rachel," said a voice from below, "for little Rachel."

"Okay!" Mrs. Rachel said happily, and I hurriedly turned around to look at her. She came over and touched my head, and then whispered in my ear: "This is a madman who makes you forget about your hatred." It’s a good way, you need to divert your attention, anyway, you don’t care about helping others, and this can also let me see how your willpower is, there are many handsome guys here.”

"It's boring, isn't it?" I said loudly, and she quickly covered my mouth, "He's very happy, although you won't believe it." She said to the group below, "The time is tomorrow night In that gay bar downtown, please dress up."

After finishing speaking, she whispered in my ear again: "I will get you an ID card tonight, and then I will get rid of your crimes through relationships, so you just stay in the room for me, I'll take you out tomorrow morning."

"Well," I said, "you look like a madam now."

She laughed a few times, and then I quickly ran up to the third floor. I didn't know what I was thinking for a while, and then I found that I actually hoped that this matter would come soon, probably because it would be able to It's almost over.

In the early morning of the next day, Mrs. Rachel really pulled me up from the ground. I don't know when I fell to the ground, maybe it was when I fell to the ground in my dream.

She smiled and patted the dust on my body, then stuffed me with a set of clothes, and asked me to put it on as quickly as possible. I looked at the quartz clock on the wall and found that it was only eight o'clock in the morning...

"Why are we out so early?" I said while getting dressed, "Isn't it night? I'm sleepy."

"No, you won't," she said to me. "I own that bar, and I bet your Oneiroi can forget about you tonight."

"You know who I want to sleep with right now?" I said to her, looking her in the eye, and she shrugged, "Crazy?"

"No!" I said, "John Barrowman, if SG isn't mad."

Mrs. Rachael laughed out loud, then she slapped me on the head and said: "JB is my favorite actor, if you want to have a threesome, don't wait for SG to get angry, I will put You're dead."

Then we went out with a smile. She drove me around in the city and the suburbs non-stop, saying that she wanted me to wake up first, but after turning around, I fell asleep and woke up. When I came here, I was startled by the red sun in the west. Mrs. Rachel smiled happily at me. I noticed that she was wearing a white dress similar to that in ancient martial arts movies. Very elegant, but her red hair looked a little weird against the white clothes.

"The hotel's here," she called out to me, and I looked outside to see we were parked outside a bar whose name was so bold in the neon lights that it was a no-brainer The word "gaytime" and a few lines flashing under this neon sign: If you are straight, if you don't want to be bent, then sorry, please bring your girlfriend, or bring your own little Brother, go to the next door.

So I then turned my gaze to the next door, and found that the next door is just a coffee shop, but its name corresponds to this remote, called "loverclock"

"Are you ready?" Mrs. Rachel said to me, with her arms akimbo, and I was a little flustered, "Um... oh... no... um... I..."

She laughed again, I found that she was very excited today, she opened the car door and pushed me out after laughing for a while, then she held my hand tightly to prevent me from trying to slip away, just like that, I Walked into that "gaytime"

The bar was not as noisy as I imagined, probably because of the event, there were only 34 people in the bar. Mrs. Rachel closed the bar door with a smile, and then hung a rest sign behind the door .

"You find a place to play first," she said, "I told the bartender, he will only give you lemonade and coffee, in case you are drunk and kidnapped."

"I don't drink," I said, looking at the monotonous black around me, "Where are you going?"

She coughed, "I'm going to sing high notes, I haven't been this excited for a long time."

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and then she flew into the backstage dragging her long white dress. I looked around and found that everyone was wearing a mask, which was a bit strange. I sat quietly at the bar It was a place where the lights couldn't shine. As a result, when I spoke softly to the bartender after a while, the bartender was shocked by me, and the cup in his hand almost fell.

"Sorry," I said to him hastily, "don't try to look at my face, because it's dark in here, can you give me a...a glass..."

"Coffee?" He smiled and said to me, Me?With a sound, he quickly turned around and sent a cup of coffee, "I know you are little Rachel, because you are not in there."

As he spoke, he pointed at the people in the hall. I laughed a few times, then took my coffee and sat down on the steps in front of the stage. Then I felt that the lights seemed to be a little bright, so I simply found The bathroom then went in and I closed the door to the bathroom which was a stupid move.

I was in there for a long time, okay, maybe just a few minutes, and I was staring at the mirror, but I was just staring at it.No, I didn't stare at it, but I did look at it, and I'm... well, I'm confused. . . .

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and I just wanted to yell to get out, but then I realized that I was in a bar, so I pinched my nose and said in a girly voice: "I'm constipated, I If you ran to the wrong toilet in a hurry, you--"

The loud laughter from outside silenced my voice, and then I heard the voice outside say: "Little Rachel, I know you're in there, so stop pretending, it's all men who come here. What is the men's and women's toilets?"

"Okay," I said loudly, putting down my hand, "then get out, I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

"You kicked me yesterday," he said, "and you haven't paid the medical bill."

"Should I kick you again? Then throw you down the stairs? Because that's the only way I'll pay your medical bills."

"No," he said outside, and then I heard him stomp away, and I stayed inside for a few minutes, and then Mrs. Rachel's voice came from outside, so I Opened the door and slipped out, hiding behind a pillar.

"Good evening, everyone." Mrs. Rachel said standing on the bar table with a microphone, and the surroundings fell silent. "I think you all know what you are here for tonight," she said. "Who has a bad memory?" If it's good, you can ask someone else, I won't talk nonsense, now please choose a suitable seat to sit down, and then... where is the little lunatic?"

I hurriedly hid my whole body behind the pillar, but as soon as I turned around like this, I found a masked man standing behind me and smiling at me. I waved to him: "I'm passing by, you...you continue , you didn't see me."

Then I turned and tried to run away, but he pointed at me and yelled, "Here he is, Mrs. Rachel."

Everyone turned their eyes, I stopped immediately, then turned around with a smile, "Hehe...hehe...hahaha..."

But they didn't respond at all, so I had no choice but to stop the silly laughter and walked over. Their eyes moved with my movement, and I suddenly felt a little irritable.

That's when Mrs. Rachel pulled me over, and she shoved the phone into my hand.

"Attention everyone," Mrs. Rachael said loudly, "he's about to talk about the lovers of his dreams."

The corner of my mouth twitched again, I coughed lightly, then I turned my back to them, grabbed Mrs. Rachel's clothes and whispered to her: "What's the matter? Shouldn't you be singing high notes?" ?”

"There's no moderator here," she whispered in my ear, "and you've got to hurry up, or I'll tell you what I want to say."

"...can I have a glass of wine?" I said, staring at a glass of cocktail far from the bar, and she shook her head, "You don't drink."

Then I can only take a deep breath.I closed my eyes and thought for a few seconds. I am not a person who is good at words, nor is I a person who is afraid of losing face.After about tens of seconds, I turned around abruptly, "I..."

I can't tell...

Everyone around me laughed, and I hurriedly took the glass of cocktail in the distance while Mrs. Rachel was not paying attention, and drank it down. Just after I finished drinking, a person said: "I ordered that glass of wine, I haven't had a drink yet."

"Oh, come on," the people around laughed at him, "You're not so stingy, are you?"