Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 106 Extra 6

On the day when the military training ended, six men collapsed on the living room floor of the small room newly rented by Xie Lan and Dou Sheng.

In addition, there are hot pots with red oil that has solidified after cooling, densely packed empty beer bottles, several empty red wine, and a whole bottle of gin that has bottomed out.

And plenty of empty cans of soda, juice, and tonic.

The ice cube bucket also fell down, and the ice water flowed everywhere, but it didn't wake up the drunk men.

An earth-shattering dinner party where everyone was drunk and no one was spared after graduation from military training.

At the beginning of eleven o'clock in the evening, Dou Sheng woke up with a jerk, and subconsciously touched his left arm - the fluffy thing there was Xie Lan's head on his arm.

Xie Lan was awakened by the touch, and the two looked at each other, focusing in a daze for five minutes. Xie Lan said first, "You are so drunk."

His own voice was very low and light, and he uttered each word very clearly.

Not at all drunk, but abnormal.

Dou Sheng was really drunk and dazed, and it took a long time before he said in an erratic voice: "What about you?"

Xie Lan thought for a minute.

"I don't seem to be drinking."

Dou Sheng nodded, "That's good. Give me a hand, I have to get up."

"What are you going to do?"

"Today is... hiss..." Dou Sheng covered his head, "my repertoire, the monthly release game... live broadcast... I have to...no, I mean, I can't..."

Xie Lan sighed deeply, "Stop broadcasting, go to sleep, the bed is uncomfortable?"

Dou Sheng digested it for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the board, "It's comfortable, but I can't do it."

Xie Lan forcefully pushed him back on the bed, "Don't say it's useless, go to sleep."

As soon as Dou Sheng's head hit the groin, the groin couldn't help but knocked, and after a while, he fell asleep with a whimper.

Xie Lan sighed, then grabbed the water glass next to him and took a few sips, then lay his pillow on his arm and continued to sleep.

The water may be dusty, which irritates the throat a bit.

So much so that he didn't fall asleep for a while, and only closed his eyes to listen to Dou Sheng muttering like a repeater in his sleep: "Can't dove...can't dove...can't dove..."

The muttering in sleep didn't know when it would stop, but when Xie Lan became dizzy again and opened his eyes, it was almost zero o'clock.

There is still a voice in his head, as if from some persistent god, constantly reminding him: You can't pigeon, you can't pigeon, you can't pigeon...

zero.

At the end of every month, the viewers who squatted on time in the live broadcast room of Jue Shuai Dou were bitterly entertaining and comforting each other, and were about to give up and quit, but the reminder on the black screen "The anchor has gone to station B" suddenly flashed, and then The page refreshes automatically.

The next second, the anchor went online.

On the screen is a completely unfamiliar live broadcast environment-a light walnut-colored wooden bed, bare mattresses and pillows, and some old wardrobes on the side, which are completely different from the previous room of the up owner.