What Makes Me the Spy?

"All right, everyone's finished reading, right? I'll go first."

Zhang Ziming thought for a moment before starting to describe his word.

"This word has been pretty popular online lately."

"That's it?" Liu Bo turned to look at Zhang Ziming.

"That's it. You only need to describe a general range. There's no need to be too specific, or people will know right away."

"All right, my turn." After thinking for a moment, Liu Bo said confidently, "This word is absolutely awesome. I even want to use it in my future child's name."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others immediately frowned and looked at him.

Meng Wenzhou held back his laughter and said, "I think this word suits you better."

Liu Bo nodded smugly when he heard that. "Of course."

When it was Pan Ning's turn, she thought for a moment and said, "It's an internet term. This word didn't exist in the past."

"Who says that? This word has been passed down through the ages. It's existed from ancient times until now. How is it an internet term?" Liu Bo hurriedly argued.

Su Yang couldn't hold back his laughter. "I think the situation is already pretty obvious. Do I still need to say anything?"

Zhang Ziming rubbed his forehead, shook his head, and looked at Liu Bo. "Fat Brother, you're my brother, but have you never played Who Is the Spy? This game is called Who Is the Spy, not What Makes Me the Spy. You might as well just announce that you're the spy."

Liu Bo froze for a moment, still not understanding. "I'm the spy?"

"Who else would put the words 'old geezer' in their child's name?"

"Old geezer? I was joking! I'm a hero!"

"Just drink your alcohol and stop explaining. You were guessed before the first round was even over." Meng Wenzhou patted Liu Bo as he called out to him.

"All right, all right, I admit defeat. I was actually thirsty and wanted a drink. Hehe, I did it on purpose." Liu Bo spoke smugly as he picked up his beer and drank half the bottle.

"Let's continue. Can we make it through one full round? I want the feeling of playing several rounds without guessing who the spy is. Brother Bo, can you do that for me?" Zhang Ziming turned to Liu Bo and spoke solemnly.

"Don't worry. I already told you—I was just thirsty. I did it on purpose."

"Fine, fine. Let's continue."

After they finished reading another round of words, the word Su Yang received this time was "divorce."

"The loser goes first." Zhang Ziming took charge and looked toward Liu Bo.

"Fine, I'll go first, then. This word is rather sad. It's a negative term."

After Liu Bo finished speaking, he looked toward Meng Wenzhou.

"This really isn't a good word. In any case, I hope this never happens to me."

Listening to the first two descriptions, Su Yang secretly nodded. Mm, I shouldn't be the spy.

Next came Pan Ning. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I hope this never happens to anyone."

After hearing Pan Ning's description, Su Yang spoke. "How should I put it? For some older people, this is still fairly common."

"If something like this happened to me, I'd probably go crazy." After Su Yang finished, Shen Yixue continued.

Su Yang thought, Isn't that a bit much? You'd go crazy just because of a divorce?

Zhang Ziming nodded in agreement. "Me too. Getting this word is bad luck."

"I'm done. Mm, this round is pretty normal. All right, everyone can vote. Raise your hand if you vote for Fat Brother."

After Zhang Ziming finished speaking, he looked at the others. No one raised a hand.

He continued, "Raise your hand if you vote for Old Meng."

Still, no one raised a hand. No one raised one when it got to Shen Yixue, either.

"Raise your hand if you vote for me."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—Liu Bo, Meng Wenzhou, and Su Yang all raised their hands.

"What the hell? Are you crazy? Why are you voting for me?" Zhang Ziming asked in confusion.

"It's obvious. After Yi Xue finished speaking just now, you immediately followed her, but you didn't say anything different. So I felt that you were the spy. Your word must have been different from ours, but you figured out what ours was, so you followed what Yi Xue said." Meng Wenzhou explained his reasoning.

"Damn it, I'm a good guy!"

"Spies usually say they're good guys."

Zhang Ziming shook his head in exasperation. "Fine, fine." As he spoke, he picked up his phone and tapped his own avatar in the game. The phone announced, "You are not the spy. The game continues."

"What the hell?" Meng Wenzhou froze when he heard that.

"I told you I was a good guy. All right, continue."

Liu Bo continued describing it. "If this happened, it would be an extremely tragic thing."

Meng Wenzhou nodded. "This word is generally used to describe something that happens after marriage."

Su Yang thought for a moment, somewhat puzzled, and said, "Actually, if this happens, you should just take it in stride. It's no big deal. Don't lots of people go through this nowadays?"

"Huh? Often...?" Shen Yixue asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Don't worry about what he said. You describe yours." Zhang Ziming held back his laughter from the side.

"When this happens, you basically have to host a funeral banquet."

Hearing that, Su Yang thought, A funeral banquet? Hahaha, the spy has revealed himself.

"All right, let's vote."

No one voted for Liu Bo or Meng Wenzhou. When it got to Su Yang, everyone raised their hands after Zhang Ziming finished speaking.

Su Yang froze and hurriedly said, "What the hell? I'm not the spy. The spy is so obvious. Do you even know how to play?"

"Nope, hehe." Meng Wenzhou laughed.

"Raise your hand if you vote for Yi Xue."

Su Yang hurriedly raised his hand, but he was the only one in the entire room to do so.

"What the hell? It's so obvious that Yi Xue is the spy. It's just a divorce. Is there really any need for a funeral banquet?"

"Hahahaha." Everyone bent over laughing when they heard this.

Zhang Ziming helplessly shook his head. "Old Su, drink your alcohol. You're the spy."

"What word did you have?"

"Ours was being widowed—no, our word was 'widowhood.'"

"What the hell? Fine, I'm convinced." As Su Yang spoke, he picked up his drink and downed half of it.

Just as they were about to start the third round, the bar owner, Chen Hao, walked over to them.

"Old Meng, what are you playing that has you all so happy?"

Meng Wenzhou laughed. "Come over. I've been waiting for you. I guess you're the only one here who can compete with my little sister in drinking capacity."

"Oh? Your little sister? Qianyu's back in the country?" Chen Hao sat down beside Meng Wenzhou as he spoke.

"Not Qianyu. She's my cousin."

"You have another cousin? How come I didn't know?"

"There are plenty of things you don't know. Let me introduce everyone. This is my university classmate, Chen Hao, and he's also the owner of this bar."

"Hello, everyone. How does the food here taste?"

"It's delicious. No wonder your bar is so popular. Who would've thought the seafood barbecue at a bar would be this good?"

"You're too kind, too kind."

Chen Hao looked refined and scholarly, with fair skin and an average build. He was 178 centimeters tall, had slightly curly hair, and wore a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses.

His looks were above average. If he had to be compared to someone, he was probably about the same as Zhang Ziming.

Chen Hao also came from a very well-off family. Although he couldn't compare with Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming, his family was still wealthy enough for financial freedom.

After graduating from university, he had traveled alone to Lu City. He eventually settled there and opened this bar. Whether he made money or not didn't matter to him; he mainly enjoyed this kind of leisurely, carefree life.

Unexpectedly, though, the bar he opened did extremely well in Qinghai Bay. Originally, the entire shop had only him and a waiter named Xiao Li, but business was so good that he had no choice but to hire four more waiters.

Everyone greeted Chen Hao in turn.

Meng Wenzhou picked up his bottle and smiled. "Come on, let's welcome my old classmate. Everyone, cheers."