The Greatest Showman

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There are ghosts. Renly's intuition sounded the alarm, there must be ghosts in this game.

But he couldn't identify the tricks in it, because the time was limited, and the game was unfamiliar. The game of beer pong is very popular among American college students, and there are other party games among British college students; what's more, Renly has just met Valentino and has no idea of ​​each other's routines.

But a party is a party, and the over and over routines are just that. Even if you play tricks, it's nothing more than a trick.

"Jessica, can I invite you to be the referee? Stand on the other side of the table and be a witness for us." Renly said loudly, since the other party wanted to do something, but couldn't guess it for a while, so attractive Everyone's attention, this is the easiest way to do it. Renly spread his hands and looked around the scene, "I hope Jessica can be my goddess of victory, not Valentino's, otherwise, I will suffer today."

Renly knew exactly what the party needed, so he offered it—the goddess of victory. "Hoohoho," everyone started shouting, "Jessica! Jessica! Jessica!"

Jessica obviously didn't expect such a treatment, and glared at Renly, as if to say, "What the hell are you doing?" But on the surface, Jessica didn't refuse, and turned around in a circle, her skirt blooming. , showing her white and small ankles, and the whistle became louder and louder. Jessica didn't step forward immediately, but turned to look at Valentino, "I don't know if this gentleman minds? Maybe, I'll put Victory for that slick guy behind him?"

"Jessica!" At the party, people liked such a bright, uncompromising, sparkling scene, and the cheers became louder.

Valentino had no choice but to pretend to be generous and laughed heartily, "Who knows? Maybe Miss Chastain will become my muse?"

Rude words, but they want to call "Miss Chastain", to show respect and lofty, but I don't know the lack of character, after all, it's just a pig's nose with a green onion.

Jessica smiled brightly, "It's better to be respectful than to obey." Turning around and facing Renly, Jessica mouthed, "Ow me once." This made Renly smile. .

Jessica stood on the other side of the ping pong table, and the people holding the red paper cups settled down, she also shouldered the responsibility of her "Goddess of Victory" and said loudly, "Then, the game starts now. Who comes first?" Jessica's eyes fell on Renly and Valentino.

The conspiracy and tricks lost their first chance, and Valentino gritted his teeth horizontally. I just got down and lost my demeanor, and now I have to get my momentum back, "I'll go first!" Valentino's height is even about two inches (five centimeters) taller than Renly, plus that The strong big man, like a black tower, stepped forward, showing a set of white and neat teeth, "Would you mind?"

The contempt and provocation in his eyes were obviously disdainful, and he condescendingly expressed contempt. It seemed that he had finally torn off the mask just now, no longer chasing and beating Paul, but venting all his anger on Renly. . The problem is, Renly is not Paul.

Renly didn't answer, but stretched out his right hand and politely made a gesture of invitation. The graceful demeanor showed the tolerance and etiquette of a host, and the graceful and calm smile calmed down all Valentino's aggressive emotions. All dissolve into intangibility.

Valentino was stuck in his chest in one breath, neither spitting it out nor swallowing it, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he said fiercely, "Get ready to drown in whisky!" Those copper bell-like eyes He glared fiercely, like a heavy fist, and slammed into Renly unreasonably. He took a big stride and walked in front of Renly. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Dog/girl/raised bitch/goods!"

This foul language, the voice is not high, and the eyes are not looking at Renly,

Then, without waiting for Renly's response, he turned around and faced the ping pong table, as if stepping into a boxing ring. He raised his hands high and kept stirring up the atmosphere of the people around him. Before the match started, it seemed that he had already won. return.

Renly was not surprised by Valentino's foul language, but he was surprised by Valentino's impulse. He didn't even have the effort, the other party had already jumped up.

Renly pondered the possibility seriously: Is it because Valentino was stupid enough that Van and Valentino could be good friends—and sincere friends? Carefully scouring his mind, he tried to recall Fan's "friends" in Hollywood, but Renly failed.

In my memory, it seems that Fan doesn't have any friends in the circle other than the friends from the "Fast and Furious" crew; but now that he is in it, Renly understands that Fan has no friends in the crew either. . They are just friends "for propaganda" in Fan's mouth.

Packing his thoughts, Renly turned his attention to Valentino, trying to figure out the tricks and win, and Valentino's three pitches were his best chance.

Bu Valentino just made a big talk, it seems to be a rough nerve; but standing in front of the ping pong table, he calmed down, that attitude, that momentum, as if this was not a party game, but the seventh game of the NBA finals last-minute penalty. He picked up the first ball, threw it in, and popped it again.

The whole scene was engulfed in howls of ghosts and wolves, but Valentino turned a deaf ear, his muscles tightened, and his serious expression revealed his inner anxiety.

Paul's teasing voice came from his ears, "It seems that we were not in a good mood today. After we put them in, they all popped out one by one."

A light flashed in Renly's mind. Beer pong is not a shooting game, in addition to precision, strength is particularly important. Because the disposable cup is not deep, it is easy to jump out after brushing the pot, or after bouncing in, it will fly straight up and down, neither too light nor too heavy. But Paul's and Valentino's ping-pong balls both popped out. Was it too tight that the hands were tight?

"Paul, how many have you made in three rounds?" Renly shouted into Paul's ear to confirm his guess.

"Five." Paul chuckled, three rounds is a total of thirty, "Today's accuracy is not good, and the feel is not good. The performance is too bad."

During the speech, there was a roar, with applause and whistles incessantly. It seemed that Valentino scored the second goal smoothly; however, Valentino did not have any pause or hesitation. He picked up the third ball and threw it directly. All eyes were on the ping-pong ball drawing a beautiful arc and falling into the red paper cup accurately, but before the cheers could rise, the ping-pong ball bounced again. When he got up, he flew out to the side with a "huh", and rolled into the swimming pool in a flash.

Disappointed voices came one after another. What they see is the excitement, not the victory or defeat, and naturally hope that the more intense the better. It's a pity that Valentino seemed to be too impatient, and his breathing and strength were not adjusted properly. It's a good thing to work hard and chase after the victory, but sometimes it's easy to be too impulsive and it's a bad thing.

Valentino appears to be an impulsive personality. He grabbed his head in annoyance, grabbed his own hair tightly, and used all his strength to express his regret; however, the hairstyle that looked like an iron plate because of the hairspray and styling had no effect at all, even if it was Not a single strand of hair. In normal times, this is a good thing, but at this time, it is a bit funny.

Inexplicably, Renly thought of Astro Boy.

"Renly, are you confident?" Paul patted Renly on the shoulder with a smile, "It's okay, if you lose, I'll drink half of it for you."

Renly shook his head helplessly, "You'd better stand up first, don't overturn the car into the swimming pool before the game is over." Then, Renly didn't say any more, and walked to the ping-pong table—

Valentino had returned to normal by this time. He stepped aside, but he was not frustrated at all. He raised his chin defiantly, and looked at Renly with his nostrils, as if he was already winning. Thinking about it carefully, Paul only scored five out of thirty, that is to say, an average of six scored one, but now, Renly has only three chances, the odds are indeed slim, which also means that Valentino wins more than half.

Three, the probability is really too small, and the possibility of a comeback is too slim. This is Renly's proposal. In Valentino's view, Renly dug a hole for himself, and now everyone is going to witness Renly jump off.

Renly didn't know what to do, but he didn't panic, and glanced at Valentino calmly. That kind of arrogance that came from the bottom of his body didn't require any clown-like pretense, but it easily stepped Valentino into the dust. "It looks like I'm in a bad situation now. But isn't that the beauty of sports? The outcome is never known until the last second. How, if I double the stake again at this time, this is Wouldn't it be more fun?"

madman.

This was Valentino's first thought. The polite Renly looked like a lunatic, like a giant beast. The tall shadow swallowed him, and he couldn't help feeling his own insignificance. It feels really bad.

Cheers, wild cheers, and all the enthusiasm was ignited by Renly. Jessica looked at Renly in disbelief, ridiculous and funny, worried and excited.

"Forget it." Inexplicably, Valentino flinched. He wanted to stick his neck, gritted his teeth and agreed, like a gambler. Anyway, the probability of victory and defeat was fifty percent, but looking at the blue Li, but he shuddered, the hairs on his back stood up, even though he knew he would be booed, his mouth softened, "Paul has already drank too much, and if the bet is doubled, someone might be taking an ambulance today. left."

"Hey", boos erupted everywhere, everyone despised Valentino's timidity, and even his companions cast their disbelief.

But only Valentino knew how much pressure he was under under Renly's eyes, "If only Fan was here." This was the only thought in Valentino's mind right now.

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