Douluo: I Don't Want to Be a God, I Actually Became a God

Facing the seniors who changed their appearance after drinking wine, Jan Sen was a little scared, but more out of curiosity about the wine.

He has really never been exposed to this kind of thing.

When I got closer and smelled it, I was stunned by the overwhelming smell of wheat.

Oscar saw it and laughed at him for still being a little cub.

This made Jansen, who was only two years younger than Oscar, so angry that he immediately held the cup and drank a lot of wine while holding his breath.

After finishing, I couldn't help but burp.

The smoke made Jan Sen's whole body turn red starting from his neck and gradually spread to his face.

However, ten seconds later, the great soul master who had previously been able to fight violently with the anaconda spirit on the soul fighting stage could only fall limply on the table, muttering something in his mouth.

"Are you really drunk?"

Oscar poked the red-faced Jan Sen, and gained a new understanding of how much this kid couldn't drink.

"Damn it, Boss Dai, come here and see, he's the worst drinker in our team! One drink!"

Dai Mubai was surrounding Zhu Zhuqing, coaxing her to ask if she was injured during the battle. After hearing this, he just waved his hand in Oscar's direction.

Oscar, who knew that disturbing the young couple's relationship would be a thunderbolt, decisively shut up and moved on to another one.

"Mistress, come on, come on, let's take a look at this newly baked cup."

Oscar waved slightly, as if he was afraid that the excitement would slip away.

Tang San, who had not yet drank, was also speechless.

It is said that there are three women in one play, but now there are nine boys and girls mixed together, and I don’t know how many plays there are.

Yu Yuyi comforted the two drunken little drunkards, and then she sat tiredly on the chair and pressed her aching arm.

Then I have free time to watch the big and small commotion these guys create.

Needless to say, Jan Sen, who had a glass of wine, just lay down on the table obediently after finishing his drink. He really regarded himself as a dumb snake. If others poked him a few times, he would just move himself to the other side and lean against him in annoyance.

If his eyes weren't still open, Yiyi would have thought that this guy had fallen asleep.

wrong.

Yiyi doubted her conclusion.

Speaking of...

Do snakes sleep with their eyes open?Or did you sleep with your eyes closed?
Generally speaking, they only have a transparent film, commonly known as eyelids, and no eyelids, so whether they are awake or asleep, they look like their eyes are open.

However, the premise of all this is an ordinary snake or snake soul beast.

It shouldn’t include humans, right?

Yiyi tilted her head, stretched out her open hand and waved in front of Jan Sen's eyes.

The eyes that should have been closed instinctively due to stimulation remained motionless, and even the gaze in them was distracted.

Yiyi: ...

Yiyi: Actually fell asleep with your eyes open? !Wow - it feels a bit awesome!

"Are you asleep?"

The sudden sound and the warm breath next to her ear startled the unprepared Yiyi and she almost screamed.

Fortunately, Yiyi covered her mouth in time and swallowed the exclamation.

It's just that the sound has been swallowed, and the shock is not yet there.

She could even clearly feel that the little heart in her chest was still thumping, thumping, beating twice as fast as usual.

It was as if the only sound left in her ears was the sound of her own heartbeat.

Rumbling.

Yiyi turned her head and saw who the speaker was.

He couldn't help but bulge his face, angrily stretched out his two small hands, and slapped the person's arm like a cat's pad.

Spread all your anger on this person.

This inexplicable anger is partly because Yiyi is ashamed of her timidity, and partly because she is angry at her close friends for not having to keep their bad temper.

"Ahhh... I'm scared to death, mistress, you are so evil! From now on, I will break up with you for three minutes!"

Yiyi roared with fury.

Yiyi has never been really scared.

Just today, smelling the smell of alcohol in the air, I unconsciously became a little drunk, and then I relaxed my vigilance.

Then, just for a moment, I was startled by someone's sudden voice.

Yiyi was so angry that her face was blushing like she was embarrassed and drunk.

Tang San looked at it and knew that this girl, who had never been exposed to alcohol, was already drunk now that she was exposed to alcohol for the first time and smelled the smell of alcohol escaping in the air.

Otherwise, she wouldn't show such emotions to others so openly.

He couldn't help but rubbed himself. His arm, which had been slapped several times but not even red, had a smile on his face, but his voice was pitiful: "Is this considered bad?"

Yiyi: "Humph!"

Yiyi folded her hands across her chest, relying on her relaxed consciousness to release her temper.He turned his head away and ignored the bamboo horse who sounded a little pitiful.

She is very angry now, very angry!
But I'm not angry at others, but I'm angry at myself for what I just said without thinking.

Yiyi felt that her surroundings were a little warm, and her attention was distracted more easily than usual, but she did not feel that she was drunk. After all, she had not even touched a drop of wine until now, so how could she be drunk.

She just felt that she was inexplicably out of control now and was more likely to lose her temper.

Tired maybe?
Yiyi tried to rule out other factors that affected her, but in the end she still couldn't think of a definite answer.

It can’t be that her puberty or rebellious period has arrived...

The more Yiyi thought about it, the higher her lips unconsciously raised. It seemed that she had been bullied by others, and now she was feeling aggrieved.

3 minutes passed.

Tang San, who had abided by the three-minute agreement to break off the relationship, did not dare to scare the drunken and unaware girl. Instead, he took a few steps forward and brought his figure into the other's field of vision.

"Three minutes have passed. Has your anger subsided?"

Yiyi: ...

"Barely..."

Yiyi felt like she was bullying a child. What was left of such a grown-up person was a conscience as big as a peanut, which ached a little.

"Then what will it take for Master Yiyi to forgive me?"

"Don't, don't call me that name!"

Yiyi covered her face, always feeling that the three of them used to play together and talk nonsense, but now they feel inexplicably stupid and ashamed when they hear it, just like when their father gave them code names.

"Huh? Do you mean Lord Yiyi?" Tang San asked in confusion, "Is there any problem? Lord Yiyi, please tell me how you can forgive me first."

Opening his mouth and keeping his mouth shut, Mr. Yiyi, this kind of Tang San was called the second grade.

It was completely unexpected that when he said this title for the first time, he felt a little blushing.

After all, others don't know him. Doesn't he know that he is already nearly thirty?

Accompanying two children...

Even though Yiyi may have had the same experience as him in his eyes, the mentality and the innocence sometimes revealed made it difficult for him not to treat Yiyi as a child.

Therefore, Tang San, who was playing with the two children like this, still felt a little ashamed of the shame he had lost long ago.

But now, 12-year-old Tang San is no longer the seventy-eight-nine-year-old kid he was back then.His face has been tempered, and he can even tease his childhood sweetheart by mentioning the original title at this time.

The ends of Yiyi's eyes were red, either from shame or from heat.

She spread the fingers of her hands, covered the redness on her face, and glanced at the innocent-looking Tang San with the end of her eyes through the gaps between her fingers.

"Ahhh! Don't shout! How old are you, mistress!"

"Just like you Yiyi, you just turned 12 years old."

"I'm not really asking your age!"

Seeing Tang San answering her questions seriously, Yiyi really had no idea how to deal with this little old-fashioned guy.

Yiyi, who didn't even think that maybe Tang San was teasing her, blushed and slowly lowered the hand covering her face.

"I'm not angry anymore, no! I'm not angry!"

"is it?"

"Of course!"

"That's good," Tang San bent down and looked at Yiyi, who was craning her neck and raising her chin, "I don't want to be disliked by Yiyi yet."

Yiyi was disturbed by Tang San's temperament of beating cotton but not rebounding, so she responded unreasonably and without strength: "...Humph."

"What did you do to find me just now?"

Originally, this question would be the first question Yu Yuyi asked when she was awake.

But Yiyi, who was a little tipsy due to the high concentration of alcohol in the air, only realized it now.

Tang San: "It's okay. I just saw that Jan Sen was asleep and wanted to know if there was anyone who needed help."

"It should be fine now." Yiyi said and yawned, sat back on her seat, and began to satisfy her five internal organs.

While moving her chopsticks, she took a few more glances, but there was no such thing as the teacher watching.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar were already drunk. They stepped on the stools, swaying with their arms around their backs, singing something loudly...

Yiyi didn't understand and didn't want to listen.

All she wants now is to be deaf!

Why!Why are there such ugly, out-of-tune songs in Java!

Xiao Ao, Xiao Hong, you two, don't force her to kill her!

Listening to this song, Yu Yuyi felt that waves of hundreds of meters in her spiritual sea were forced to rise, and then crashed onto the small pavilion in the center.

Tang San also heard the two people singing out of tune, and all his concentrated soul power was dispersed.

Tang San: "..." In a sense, it's also very powerful.

Those who were still sober could only raise their hands to cover their ears if they could move. Those who couldn't move could only shout and curse: "Fuck! Where did such an unpleasant sound come from!"

"Whoever wants to murder Sister Xiaowu, let me tell you, my face is cleaner than mine! Your expectations are destined to be disappointed!"

Ning Rongrong went up a few steps and pulled Oscar down from the chair.

Ma Hongjun, who lost his singing partner, sang alone and sang the song of hell for them all.

However, it was so hard to hear this song that even the Shuras in hell would come out to curse, and it did not last long after all.

Ma Hongjun, who had lost his friendship and friendship, took another sip of the ale in the cup and shouted: "Drink! If you don't drink, you are not a man!"

After shouting this sentence, he suddenly fell down from the chair.

It was Tang San who recovered from the waves of demonic sounds. Seeing that the situation was not good, he directly threw out the blue silver grass and hoisted the fat man up who was about to land on his face.

This saves Ma Hongjun from the "great achievement" of not being injured on the soul fighting stage but being seriously injured off the stage.

Dai Mubai looked at the fat man's useless look after drinking until he collapsed. A pair of evil eyes stared blankly, but he still accurately pointed in the direction of Ma Hongjun and cursed loudly: "It's useless! Fatty, you are not a man!"

Dai Mubai had just finished scolding.

Here, Rongrong pulled him out of the chair, and Oscar, who was now cross-legged and hugging Rongrong's waist, also cursed: "Not a man!"

Maybe Oscar was so drunk that he didn't know what he was talking about a second ago, so he turned around and smiled stupidly at Ning Rongrong.

"Hehehehe, Rongrong~ I like you so much~ Although at first I just saw you because of your good looks, but the more we got along with each other, the more I liked you. Others don't like your arrogant look, but I, hiccup, feel that Rongrong doesn't like you. Not bad. After all, it’s all you. You are proud but you also work hard. You have been working hard. I know that your family background must be very good, the kind of good that I am not worthy of. But, huh... I don’t want to be left behind by you too much. Far……"

"Good Rongrong... I will cook and wash for you every day from now on, and I will be nice to you... You like me more, just this little bit will be enough... Okay..."

Oscar's index finger and thumb were infinitely close, as if to ensure that this was really not a big deal.

But before he heard Rongrong's answer, after the excitement from the alcohol passed, he tilted his head back and fell asleep leaning on Rongrong's soft arms.

Rongrong, who was still sober, had covered her mouth in surprise when she heard Oscar say that she was also the proud one.

Later, Oscar said that he worked so hard in the previous training sessions just to not fall too far behind her.

And what he wanted was never forceful, just like those admirers in the capital. She must accept their love, otherwise she would be hanging on to them.All Oscar wanted was for her to like him a little more, and he didn't dare to ask for too much even when he was drunk.

Rongrong's arm that was not hugged rose and fell, and finally rested gently on Oscar's sleeping head.

He touched the hair that seemed soft but actually had some hardness.

Suddenly he smiled, "It's true, the hair is the same as a human's."

It looks soft and weak, but in fact it's all about pushing forward to the end.

But ah...

Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar's expression, soft and cruel, "...it's better not to like me, it's too tiring."

Not only to narrow the gap in family life, but also because of the obstacles of family rules.

It is too difficult for a talented auxiliary soul master like Oscar to meet that requirement.

in case……

If Oscar is not an auxiliary soul master.

If Oscar can have the strength to fight against the Titled Douluo...

Unfortunately, no if.

Rongrong, who was clearly aware of the heavy burden on him and knew that all this was too difficult, wanted for the first time——

Let her heart go.

"Don't like me..."

【Please like me. 】

"give up on me……"

【Please catch me. 】

"It's too tiring and difficult to meet that kind of requirement..."

[The requirements that cannot be met, the level that cannot be achieved, the two of us are doomed...]

【not fated】

Rongrong's words were soft and soft, so that only she could understand them.I don’t know whether I hope the sleeping Oscar can hear it or not.

Anyway, after that, Xiao Wu helped her pull away and looked at Uncle Sausage who was taking advantage of Rongrong.

Let's drink together with Rongrong.

As for Dai Mubai, who drank the most, the situation was somewhat similar to Rongrong's.

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