MTL - If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will?-Chapter 9 Tune is a technical activity

Twenty of us have been trekking for a long time and finally reached a relatively flat place on the mountainside before the sun sets. This will be where our camp is.

After a break, the captain distributed tents and mats and sleeping bags, and showed us how to tie the tent. I tied the tent with Zhongyuan, threw things in, and then sat at the door of the tent and made a photo for memorabilia. To be honest, I shared a tent with a boy, especially a boy I didn't like very much. It was a bit resentful. Fortunately, everyone got into their sleeping bag and there was no crime in autumn. Now that everyone is working collectively, I can't be too unreasonable.

After finishing the tent, everyone gathered for dinner.

Although it is a forest park that has already been developed, there are some places where water and food are sold at the foot of the mountain. The rest is still uninhabited. Our food and cooking utensils are all backed up by our own manpower. Because there are too many things to carry, the food utensils are basically simple. For cookware, there are only a few gas stoves and cooking pots, and refuse to grill utensils. And in the mountains, fire protection is the first thing to pay attention to, so we are very strict with those gas stoves. Tableware is provided by everyone and is not managed in a unified manner. As for the food, I only brought some meat that can be cooked, fish balls, shrimps, vegetables, soy products, and a lot of noodles, as well as some spices. These are simple, but in this barren hills where the front of the village is not in the store. In the wild ridge, it is very rich.

I took a lunch box and slobbered beside the skillet. I picked up some lamb and a few vegetables from the churning soup, then ran to the side and carefully poured the sauce. Finally... I laughed and took these things to me. Zhong Yuan...

There was a scream of sorrow around me.

Zhong Yuan took it unceremoniously and tasted it. He nodded and said, "Not bad."

Looking at the face of his capitalist, I really want to grab the lunch box in his hand and buckle it on his head... But I have to bear it, for my Canon baby, I will bear it!

Except for noodles, other things to be cooked are rare resources, which are quantitatively distributed. That is to say, if Zhongyuan eats my part, I will not eat it.

I was thinking about how to neither provoke Zhongyuan to be angry and defend my mutton. At this time, Lingling’s sister actually handed her meat to Zhongyuan and said, “I don’t like meat in Zhongyuan. Give you."

I am sneak peek at them, Lingling Sister, you are doing well!

However, Zhong Yuan did not pick up the lunch box of Lingling's sister. He smiled at her gently and replied, "No, I just want to eat Muer."

Listen, listen, what is this! Obviously he is a exploiter who is a predator. When he said these words to Mao, he was so full of anger? Sure enough, people's cheeks need to be cultivated. Sure enough, my skin is thick, but compared with Zhong Yuan, the thickness is even worse than his fraction!

I turned my face in anger and indifference, fished meat, added seasoning, and then waited until Zhongyuan spoke, and immediately ate it. Unfortunately, because I was too anxious, I was burnt and blinked, and my tears were coming down. I snorted with meat, and I couldn't help but spit it out, but I didn't dare to swallow it.

My disgraceful appearance was quickly captured by Zhongyuan. He still had a conscience. He immediately poured a glass of water to me, then looked at me with a smile and said, "It’s just a few pieces of meat, don’t you?"

I drank a swig of water, lowered the temperature very effectively, and accidentally swallowed the meat like a swallow pill. However, I don't want to lead the original feelings of Zhong Zhong. I said that it is not his harm to go to me. And his current expression is a bit unscrupulous, and he has posted the four characters of "sacrifice and disaster" on his head.

This clock is half lying on the mat, so comfortable. He told me like a grandfather: "Wood, go, fish."

I glanced at him with anger and anger, and then I went to fish.

......

After dinner, everyone was playing together. At the beginning, I played the game of "Touching People". The rule of the game is to cover a person's eyes, everyone is standing still, let him or her touch, to call out the other's name before they come out. Then the person who was touched out continued to blindfold for the next round. If you don't touch it out within a certain period of time, the blindfolded person will be punished. Of course, if the person being touched makes a sound that causes the horse to be exposed, the two will be punished. The literary and art commissioner specially prepared a big box with various punishment methods. It made people look chilly... I don’t know where the literary committee member searched from. I personally think this is too bad. Fair, you know, although I have grown a little hair at this time, but it is still the shortest in the team...

Sure enough, as I expected, I had a head that was not half-baked, and I was in the first round.

The self-sacrificing captain of the voluntarily volunteered to be blindfolded for the first time. Then he turned a few laps in the same place, probably dizzy almost, and went straight to me. I can't move, can't talk, so I feel so stupidly touched by his ghosts. When he touched my bald head, he grinned and patted my head very slyly. Then he said, "Mul?"

I groaned, took off the black cloth on his face, and covered it in my own eyes. I ran to the middle and turned a few laps, then stopped and just chose a direction to go down.

Soon I bumped into a person, and after the man was hit by me, he stood still and stood still. Because I was afraid that the other person was a girl and accidentally hit the chest, I fumbled to find his/her arm and then touched it up the arm. This person's arm is thicker than mine, and it is very hard. This team is not such a majestic girl, then it should be a boy. I touched his shoulder again. His shoulder seemed to be as tall as my head. Then he should be 178 cm to 187 cm. I thought about the height of several of the 13 boys in the same line. Seems like... there are five? As a result, I have already ruled out 14 people.

Then I touched him along his shoulder, stayed on the neck, had a throat, and, again, confirmed that it was a boy. And this person is very interesting, his throat seems to move.

Then go up the neck and touch the chin, nothing special. Go back down the neck and touch the earlobe. I remember that there was a boy in the team who was studing... This person had no earrings and ruled out one. Then come back and touch your face. His face is a bit hard, unlike my soft face and baby fat, but his skin looks good, no acne. I thought about the remaining four suspicious people who didn't have acne, so I eliminated two.

There are only two suspects now, Zhong Yuan and a sophomore, and I call it A senior. The hairstyles of the two people are similar, and the touch should not be distinguished. I also recalled the difference between Zhong Yuan and A seniors, but the mind was very vague and I couldn’t think of it. It’s strange to blame me for not having the habit of carefully observing other people’s faces. As I struggled to dig deep in my brain, I inadvertently touched his facial features. eyebrow? Well, very strong. eye? The eyelashes are so long that I have some itchy eyes on my fingers. nose? Very pretty. Lips? ... lips!

I suddenly found out that the other person’s lips were slightly hooked up at the moment. An unscrupulous smile suddenly appeared in my mind. If I didn’t guess wrong, this person should be...

I just wanted to talk. At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in front of me. He said a little harder: "Wood, have you touched enough?"

"Zhong Yuan!" I have blurted out.

However, I still took a slow step, because Zhong Yuan first talked to me, so everyone decided that it was because Zhong Zhong cheated that I guessed who he was. I am wronged to argue with everyone, but unfortunately no one believes.

The literary and art committee held a penalty box and smirked and forced us to smoke one. I looked at Zhong Yuan, he didn't mean anything at all. Ok, I am coming.

I took a piece of paper from the box and unfolded. Two methods are written very personally on the note, and one of the punishers can choose one of them.

The first one is dancing, this must pass. The second one is... thirty-degree angle play, the bettor must be a boy. This... God horse meaning? ? ?

The word "tweaking" has already made people very surprised, not to mention the boys who are being swayed. But the question is, what does this "30 degrees" mean? I am inexplicably asked the literary and art commissioner.

The literary committee member gave me an answer with great enthusiasm. The original idea was to imitate the movements in a movie. In that movie, a man leaned forward and lifted a woman's chin. This action was very funny. The man in the play leaned forward at a very large angle.

I sweat, do you want to tease Zhongyuan? Still carrying his chin? This action is also too challenging... and it must be 30 degrees forward with great skill. Also let no one live!

I held a note and frowned in a difficult way. Under the urging of the literary and art commissioner, I had to glance at Zhong Yuan with resentment: "It’s all because of you!"

Zhong Yuan looked at me innocently, with no expression: "This is your own."

I was smashed by him, and I was so annoyed that I had a group of evil papers, and then fiercely said, "Come here!" Come over and play for me!

Zhong Yuan came to me in a very cooperative manner. She also bent slightly and bowed slightly, and lifted her chin and sent it to me.

At this time, the Literary and Art Commissioner corrected him very professionally: "This is not the case, you have to cooperate with Muer and lean back thirty degrees."

I looked at Zhong Yuan with gloating, and my body leaned forward, raising my hand to pick his chin.

Zhong Yuan leaned back slightly and looked at me like a smile.

My fingers shook a bit, but still on his chin.

At this time, the people around them began to squat, and another photojournalist took all the time to take pictures.

"No, the angle is not enough!"

"Mul, you have to lean forward, right, but also lean forward!"

"Zhong Yuan is leaning back, otherwise Muer will fall into your arms."

"Don't be ashamed of brother."

"Expression, pay attention to the expression! Muer, don't you have to tangled up?"

"Zhong Yuan, are you so happy when you are being teased?"

......

I was very uncomfortable in their snoring, stealing the eyes of Zhong Yuan, this guy turned out to be just as comfortable as anyone else, with a smile on his lips. I angered from the heart, and simply leaned forward, intending to come to an instant thirty degrees and then retrace. However, Zhong Yuan did not cooperate with me. I accidentally bumped into him during the process of leaning forward. When he was leaning back, he was unstable. I was hit by it and fell straight backwards.

The fate is that he actually pulled me down with him. If you are still dead, you will be buried in a funeral. You said that this person is insidious and not insidious.

So the two of us fell to the ground in such a gorgeous manner.

Zhong Yuan’s arms spread out and lay on the ground, a very innocent look. He squinted and raised his mouth and smiled and said: "Wood, you are so enthusiastic."