I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

And Song Zhixiao cheered Jiang Siming loudly: "Oba, come on! You can definitely do it!"

"Zhixiao, Guangmo is your teammate, how can you turn your elbow outside." Liu Zaishi teased.

Song Zhixiao raised his head proudly and said, "Because Ouba is my...brother-in-law, what's the matter, can't you help my brother-in-law?"

Everyone is speechless, this reason... cannot be refuted...

"Just ask, I'm ready." Li Guangmo had a serious expression on his face.

Jiang Siming nodded and started asking questions.

"What is your favorite food?"

"1+1=2!" Li Guangmo blurted out, as expected, the answer to the answer was irrelevant to the question.

Jiang Siming didn't care, and continued to ask: "When are you going to get married?"

"3+3=6!" Li Guangmo answered again!

Because this is a quick answer, the other party cannot think about it for more than a second.

Jiang Siming then asked again: "What is your favorite mathematical formula? Come on!"

"8x8=64!" Li Guangmo answered without hesitation again.

Jiang Siming showed a smile and stopped questioning, everyone understood, Guangmo lost.

Jiang Siming saw that Li Guangmo had been answering with mathematical formulas, and immediately changed his mind. Li Guangmo was slapped inadvertently.

"Hahaha, amazing, amazing! Oppa, you are amazing~"

Song Jixiao clapped his hands happily.

This game actually tests not only the ability of the answerer, but also the adaptability of the answerer.

Jiang Siming only asked two questions to figure out the rules of the game and gave Li Guangmo a lore. Even Liu Zaishi and the others secretly admired it.

"What's wrong with you Guangmo."

"Yes, it's really useless."

"Guangmo, you only answered two questions correctly. You must be a little tricky! Kill him within two questions, and it's best to end him with one question."

....

Liu Zaishi and the others encouraged Li Guangmo.

Li Guangmo was unwilling to lose consciously, and clenched his fist and said: "Don't worry, I will lose to me if I ask him the first question."

"Are you ready?" Li Guangmo asked Jiang Siming.

"Well, let's start." Jiang Siming nodded, his expression was quite comfortable and relaxed.

Li Guangmo started asking questions.

"What animals do you like?"

"Spring." Jiang Siming gave the answer as soon as he finished asking the question.

Li Guangmo was not discouraged, and continued: "What is your favorite season?"

"Barbecue."

Li Guangmo smirked secretly and offered a lore: "What is your favorite mantra?"

This question is the ultimate trick question that they have played countless questions and answers games.

Because whatever you answer will be considered part of the mantra.

But Jiang Siming still answered him with a whistle in seconds, yes, Jiang Siming blew a whistle.

Whistling means that he answered the question, but it is not a catch phrase because he did not speak.

In this way, three questions have passed, and Jiang Siming easily won the victory.

"Oba, you are my idol!" Song Zhixiao jumped on Jiang Siming's back excitedly and cheered him.

But then she felt that this posture was a bit ambiguous, and quickly came down.

Fortunately, everyone's attention is not on her, but they are all attracted by the result of this game.

Li Guangmo lost to a Huaxia guy who had never been to RM, which was too shameful.

"Guangmo, you are simply a shame to our RM."

"Guangmo, cut your belly."

"Guangmo, I don't know you."

Li Guangmo was embarrassed by his teammates, but he still agitated everyone: "You help me out and challenge him, my face loss is small, but our RM's face loss is big~"

Li Guangmo is a real chicken thief, deliberately inciting Liu Zaishi and the others, wanting them to win a round for themselves.

Sure enough, these words are very useful.

If Jiang Siming is a Korean, they certainly don't care, but Jiang Siming is a Chinese, and they naturally have a sense of honor.

The show can't be broadcast at that time, so that audiences all over the world can see that their RM's IQ is not as good as a passerby.

It can't be like this, it must be backed up, even if it is tied.

Wang Bizi was the first to stand up and said to Jiang Siming: "Guangmo loses. He will not tear Jixiao's brand, but we will still tear it. If you beat me, I promise not to tear Jixiao's brand. How about ?"

Here comes another challenge.

Jiang Siming was not at all embarrassed, and readily agreed: "Okay, are you also asking questions and answering questions?"

"No." Wang Nose shook his head. He saw that Jiang Siming's reaction was very fast, so he, an old man, didn't want to compete with Jiang Siming in this regard.

"I want to play with you, couple biscuits!" Wang Bizi showed a wicked smile after speaking.

"You choose a teammate among us, and I also choose a teammate. Team two by one, eat a biscuit together, and the shortest biscuit left wins."

After Wang Bizi finished speaking, he began to look for a role in the crowd. He finally turned his eyes to Song Zhixiao: "Jixiao, how about you and me?"

"Bah, I don't want it, I'm in a team with Oppa!" Song Zhixiao didn't want to choose to stand on Jiang Siming's side.

Wang's nose was dumbfounded, and said, "But I don't have any other female guests here..."

"Then I don't care, it's the same if you are looking for a man, looking for Guangmo, he loves to play this kind of game." This time it was Song Zhixiao's turn to smirk.

"Come on, brother, I'll play with you!" Li Guangmo stood up very steadfastly.

Several people quickly bought a box of long biscuits from a nearby store, and each took a portion.

Li Guangmo came first with Wang Nose.

The two bit each end of the biscuit and began to eat the biscuit quickly, and at the same time their mouths got closer and closer.

A GayGay breath suddenly appeared, making people caught off guard.

Just when the mouths of the two were about to meet, there was only one centimeter left.

The two men finally couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly snapped to stop.

The biscuits are out of the oven and there is 1 cm of length left.

If Jiang Siming wants to win, he has to share his cookies with Song Zhixiao shorter than one centimeter.

Song Zhixiao blushed surprisingly, and it was really red, even his neck was flushed.

Jiang Siming also really didn't expect Wang Bizi to have such a show of game rules.

He bit one end of the biscuit, squatted, and handed the other end to Song Zhixiao.

Song Zhixiao blushed and bit, and the two slowly began to eat the cookies, much slower than Li Guangmo and Wang Nose.

"Wow~"

Everyone started to laugh smirkly.

"Mr. Jiang, don't forget, Lin Yuner will also watch this show."

"Yeah, forget it if you can't hold it."

"That's it, stop if you can't hold it, otherwise it would be bad to go home and kneel on the washboard."

"Yeah, you think they are so slow."

...

Several people ridiculed, but neither Jiang Siming nor Song Zhixiao had ever stopped, and they were still slowly eating biscuits.

Soon, the length of the biscuit is getting shorter and shorter, and the lips of the two are getting closer and closer...