Chapter 23 Games
Games: A medium that brings the protagonists closer together and creates intimate contact.
When he was young and ignorant, Meng Chu attended several class reunions. It wasn't because he had a good relationship with his classmates, but because he said he would participate out of negligence and felt embarrassed to go back on his word.
He always had a low sense of presence at parties. He dared only watch and not participate in these kinds of group and communication games.
Truth or Dare, one involves exposing privacy, the other involves publicly humiliating oneself. The combination of the two can make him toss and turn, unable to sleep at night, and he will rack his brain over the details until he dies.
However...if the opponent is Fu Guanshan, it seems acceptable.
What's more, he also had questions to ask.
"Okay," Meng Chu said, "Then how do we determine the winner? Rock-paper-scissors?"
"Scissors-paper-scissors is too boring," Fu Guanshan thought for a while, "Let's play another game together. The loser can choose between two options in truth or dare. You list a range."
"Go, chess, and military chess."
"It's so unfair. Aren't you sure to win?"
"Then you list."
"Fight finger-guessing, clap your cups, toss a coin."
"Can you pick one that has nothing to do with alcohol?"
Fu Guanshan crossed his arms, obviously wanting to outsource the thinking to someone else.
They walked into the elevator while chatting, the number rose to 1, the door opened, and suddenly two entangled people rushed in spinning.
They look like a couple in love. The two people rubbed their hands on each other repeatedly, and their lips pressed together, making a sticky sound of water. The man first pushed the woman to the left wall of the elevator and nibbled from her chin to her neck, as if he had bitten some acupoint. The woman trembled, then pushed the man to the back wall of the elevator and sucked his tongue.
They were so passionate in the elevator that they had no regard for others at all. Meng Chu was first forced to the right from the door, and then forced to move to the left.
The woman suddenly stretched out her legs and wrapped them around the man's waist. Meng Chu saw the pair of high heels getting closer and closer to him. Just as he was about to shrink to the side, a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him back.
He took a step back reflexively and felt a warm body against his back. He raised his head, but Fu Guanshan didn't look at him, his eyes drifted leisurely to the opposite side.
The live sex scene did not cause any ripples on Fu Guanshan's face, but Meng Chu's arm around his waist kept tightening, making it hard for him to breathe.
As the passion grew, the air in the elevator became more and more agitated. Just when he was about to suffocate, the elevator opened with a ding.
The hand on the waist stayed for two seconds and then released.
Meng Chu quickly walked out of the elevator, lowered his head and breathed quietly. Fu Guanshan fell one step behind him and watched him take out the key to open the door, but he couldn't open it.
"How about a trivia question?"
Meng Chu was stunned for a moment before realizing that the other party was continuing the previous conversation.
"You test me on words related to scientific research, and I'll test you on words related to the entertainment industry," Fu Guanshan said. "If you can't answer, you lose. How do you think that works?"
Meng Chu looked at the door lock hesitantly, his brain still buzzing with blood flow, and the remaining rational part told him that this was a question and he needed an answer.
So he nodded.
The person behind him laughed, then reached out, held his fingers, adjusted the angle slightly, slid the key into the keyhole, turned it, and the door opened.
Meng Chu was still in a daze when the person behind him had already taken out the key for him, put it on the shoe cabinet, and let go of his hand.
"Look," Fu Guanshan walked to the center of the living room, "Hasn't it changed a lot?"
The grocery store on the coffee table disappeared, replaced by daffodils floating in a shallow bottle. The dining table is covered with a tablecloth, covering the textured plastic top and matching the color tone of the other furniture.
Fu Guanshan pointed out the changes to him one by one. After he finished, his heartbeat gradually returned to normal and his mind became clear.
"It's really beautiful," Meng Chu said, "I should have consulted you when I was renovating it."
"That's what I'm saying," Fu Guanshan walked to the sofa and sat down, "What did you do earlier?"
In fact, both of them knew that Meng Chu would not bother him at that time, and he was embarrassed to owe him a favor. Maybe it’s different now.
Fu Guanshan patted the seat next to him and said, "Why are you standing there? Come here. It's so restrictive to sit on a chair. Be more casual when playing games."
Meng Chu walked over hesitantly. His mind had returned and was telling him that this wasn't a good idea, but his body was out of control.
Fu Guanshan sat sideways with one leg bent and the other leg hanging lazily on the edge of the sofa. Meng Chu sat upright, only slightly tilting his head.
The rules are simple: they type the words they want to explain on their mobile phone screens and hold them up to show each other. The other party must give an answer within two minutes, otherwise he loses.
"You go first." Meng Chu said.
"Are you letting me?"
"Yes."
"Great," Fu Guanshan raised his phone, "sfw."
Yes, he started with a high level of difficulty. He had just learned this word, and when Hai Qiu explained it to him, he was shocked.
Why are these people so keen on cheating on me and abandoning me when the CP is untied?
Does it seem like it's his fault for resisting being beaten?
Meng Chu frowned and stared at the three letters: "Spectroscopic Filter Wheel?"
"What is that?"
"I'm kidding," Meng Chu said, "You're a fan of a gay couple who is being comforted and on the receiving end, right?"
Fu Guanshan stared at him for a long while, then turned off the screen: "I think I'm going to be in big trouble."
Meng Chu smiled and handed the phone to him: "wafer."
Fu Guanshan looked at the screen solemnly and said nothing for a long time.
"One minute left." This is almost an easy question!
Fu Guanshan opened his mouth, and Meng Chu thought he was going to answer, but unexpectedly, he just changed his posture, from supporting his chin with his right hand to supporting his temples.
"30 seconds left."
"It looks really familiar," Fu Guanshan said, "I've seen it when I was cooking."
"15 seconds left."
"I know!" Fu Guanshan said, "It's waffles!"
"Time's up," Meng Chu shook his head. "Wafer is a round single-crystal silicon wafer used to make chips." After thinking for a moment, he added, "Waffle is a Waffle."
Fu Guanshan put down his phone and looked at Meng Chu. It seems that losing the game did not make him depressed, but he was very excited: "I choose truth or fortune."
Meng Chu tried hard to maintain a calm expression and fell into deep thought.
"You can ask about any private matters." Fu Guanshan encouraged.
Meng Chu was silent for a while, then asked, "How do you maintain that false image in front of the public?"
Fu Guanshan curled his lips, obviously dissatisfied with the scale of the questions: "The interview questions were all discussed in advance, and the answers were written by the PR team, which is almost the same as memorizing lines. I don't usually go on variety shows... Even if I go on a variety show, I can pretend. This is all basic training, what's so difficult about it."
The precious opportunity to peek into his privacy was wasted!
"But..." Meng Chu asked, "Why do you want to create this image?"
"The company feels welcome," Fu Guanshan said. "My personality is that I came to Hengdian to support my family. I started from scratch as a minor role, but I never forgot to study hard. I am a gentle, modest and polite perfect man."
"You don't feel tired of having so many titles."
“The audience likes it.”
"I think you're more attractive if you give your appearance a 120 than if you give it a 70."
Fu Guanshan stared at him for a long while, then slapped his thigh and said, "Oh! So you have eyes! I thought you couldn't see me!"
Meng Chu showed a smile that was both disgusted and happy.
Fu Guanshan leaned over and whispered with satisfaction: "It seems that in your eyes, I am attractive no matter what I look like."
"I admire people who can give themselves 120 points," Meng Chu said. "I think it's very courageous."
He will probably never be able to stand among a crowd and praise himself calmly in his entire life. He couldn't even bear the praise from others. Once he heard it, he instinctively denied it like a knee-jerk reaction and then belittled himself.
Such humility is essentially cowardice.
When Fu Guanshan heard him say this, he turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "In my eyes, you also have 120 points."
Meng Chu paused, lowered his head, and turned on his phone: "It's your turn to ask the questions."
Fu Guanshan shrugged, leaned back, and gave the second question: "Empty bottle."
Meng Chu didn’t even blink: “Swipe the comment section of social media with messages.”
Before Fu Guanshan could comment, Meng Chu raised his phone: "SoC."
"Uh..." Fu Guanshan stared at it, "Uh... Can you ask me something starting with A? I haven't memorized the rest of it yet."
"System on Chip," Meng Chu put down his phone. He had the upper hand in this game. His nerves gradually relaxed and he began to enjoy the fruits of victory. "Truth or Dare?"
"Honestly," Fu Guanshan leaned back lazily, "Be more ruthless and stop asking those trivial questions. We can talk about them over dinner."
Meng Chu hesitated for a moment, then raised his head as if he had made up his mind. "I've never heard you talk about your father," Meng Chu asked, "Can you tell me about him?"
Fu Guanshan's expression froze. At one point, Meng Chu was afraid that he had stepped on some landmine: "If you don't want to say it, I can change it..."
"It's okay," Fu Guanshan quickly calmed down, "My father is Zhong Yuan."
Meng Chu was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly straightened his back: "What?!"
"Yeah, that's who you were thinking of."
"Your father is the founder of Kexin?!"
"Louder, people in the next city haven't heard it yet."
Meng Chu took a deep breath: "You...you are not an ordinary rich second generation, you are a super rich second generation."
This guy has the nerve to say things like “working hard in Hengdian” and “starting from scratch” in an interview, what bullshit!
"Let me clarify something," Fu Guanshan said, "He and my mother have been divorced for almost 20 years. At that time, Kexin was still in the basement of the old city. He was a poor small boss who owed a lot of money. We stopped talking to each other before he became rich. He has a wife and children now, and more than one. It really has nothing to do with me."
Meng Chu didn't react much, obviously not recovered from the shock. It is hard to imagine that with a father like Zhong Yuan, the Fu family could avoid talking about it.
However, judging from Fu Guanshan's intention, this issue ends here. Meng Chu calmed down and looked at the screen again.
"Step back."
"People who used to be fans turned against their idols."
"Wait," Fu Guanshan suddenly realized that he might not be able to win, "This is not fair, your difficulty is not as high as mine."
In fact, Meng Chu felt that the terminology in the entertainment industry was more difficult to understand than leakage current and power consumption, but he gave in. "Then I'll ask three questions and you one."
"Big night."
"One day the crew filmed all night long."
"Tuan Pian."
“You like every member of the group, but you like one more than the other.”
"Clay sculpture."
“Referring to male celebrities as if they were female.”
"Oh my god!" Fu Guanshan stared at him, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have improved your skills to this level!"
Meng Chu smiled helplessly. Who made him a top student? He could memorize words faster than the average person: "Industrial Research Institute."
"Oh, I know that!" Fu Guanshan became excited. "You have horizontal projects and vertical projects. The Research Institute is in charge of the vertical projects, and the Production Research Institute is in charge of the horizontal projects."
"That's quite true."
"It's my turn," Fu Guanshan said, "ACE."
"The strongest member of the group."
"kitchen."
"Being wildly obsessed with someone or something."
"Press the gate."
Meng Chu frowned. He seemed to have never seen this word.
Seeing him fall silent, Fu Guanshan took a deep breath and sat up straight: "One more minute."
"Um...fans buy tickets to meet celebrities at the airport?"
"That's a level-clearing exercise," Fu Guanshan said, "30 seconds."
Meng Chu pursed his lips.
"Fifteen seconds."
"I give up," Meng Chu sighed and shook his head, "It's too difficult."
"Place your bets in the video comments and bet on what will happen next," Fu Guanshan tapped the cushion with his index finger. "Choose."
For some reason, Meng Chu always felt that the other person's eyes were a little strange. "It's the truth."
Fu Guanshan looked at him and suddenly smiled slowly, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Why do you," he said, "sometimes pretend not to understand me?"
The author has something to say:
Spectroscopic Filter Wheel: Spectral filter wheel (actually a coined word)
The gossip in the previous chapter was not about following current events, it was simply about hearing this kind of news (it can only be said that this kind of thing is still rampant, and there are many cases that happened but did not make the news). The “Seven Red Lines” in the previous chapter refer to the “Prohibited Ethical Behaviors of College Teachers.” There are seven lines in total, so they are referred to as the “Seven Red Lines.”
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