Why Am I the Spy

"Alright, everyone finished looking? I'll start."

Zhang Ziming thought for a moment, searching for words to describe his.

"This word has been pretty popular online recently."

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

"Yeah, you just need to describe it within a certain range. No need to be too specific, otherwise, it'll be obvious."

"Okay, my turn." Liu Bo pondered for a bit before confidently stating, "This word is amazing. I want to use it in my future child's name."

After he said that, the others immediately frowned and looked at him.

Meng Wenzhou suppressed a smile and said, "I think this word suits you better."

Liu Bo nodded proudly upon hearing this, "Of course."

It was Pan Ning's turn. She thought for a moment and said, "This is an internet slang term. This word didn't exist before."

"Who says? This word has been passed down through the ages, existing from ancient times to the present. How did it become internet slang?" Liu Bo quickly argued.

Su Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud and say, "I think the situation is pretty clear now. Do I need to say anything else?"

Zhang Ziming held his forehead and looked at Liu Bo, "Fatty, you're my brother, but have you never played 'Who is the Spy'? This game is called 'Who is the Spy,' not 'Why am I the Spy.' You might as well just say you're the spy directly."

Liu Bo blinked, still not catching on, "I'm the spy?"

"Otherwise, who would put the word 'old man' in their child's name?"

"Old man? I was kidding! I'm a hero!"

"Drink up, stop explaining. You got caught before the first round even finished," Meng Wenzhou patted Liu Bo and called out.

"Alright, alright, a bet is a bet. I was actually just thirsty and wanted a drink, hehe, I did it on purpose." Liu Bo said, taking half a bottle of beer with a smug look.

"Let's continue, let's continue. Can we finish a round? I want to play the kind of game where you can't figure out who the spy is for several rounds. Brother Bo, can you grant my wish?" Zhang Ziming turned to Liu Bo and said earnestly.

"Don't worry, like I said, I was just thirsty earlier, it was on purpose."

"Okay, okay, let's continue then."

After another round of words, Su Yang's word this time was: Divorce.

"The loser speaks first," Zhang Ziming said, taking charge and looking at Liu Bo.

"Okay, I'll go first, I'll go first. This word is quite sad to talk about; it's a negative term."

After speaking, Liu Bo looked at Meng Wenzhou.

"This is indeed not a good word. I certainly don't want something like this to happen to me."

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

Next was Pan Ning. She thought for a moment and said, "I hope no one experiences this."

After hearing Pan Ning's description, Su Yang spoke, "This word, how should I put it, it's still quite common for people who are a bit older."

"If this happened to me, I think I'd go crazy," Shen Yixue added after Su Yang finished.

Su Yang thought to himself, 'It's not that bad, is it? Going crazy over a divorce?'

Zhang Ziming nodded in agreement, "Me too. It's unlucky to get this word."

"I'm done. Hmm, this round was more normal. Alright, everyone can vote now. Raise your hand if you vote for Fatty."

Zhang Ziming looked at the others after speaking. No one raised their hand.

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

No one raised their hand either, and it wasn't until Shen Yixue that no one raised their hand.

"Raise your hand if you vote for me."

Swish, swish, swish. Liu Bo, Meng Wenzhou, and Su Yang all raised their hands.

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

"It's obvious. Right after Yixue finished, you almost immediately followed up, but you didn't say anything different. So I feel like you're the spy. Your word must be different from ours, but you figured it out, so you just went along with what Yixue 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, frustrated. "Fine, fine, fine." He said, picking up his phone and clicking on his avatar in the game. His phone emitted a voice: "You're not the spy, the game continues."

"Holy crap?" Meng Wenzhou was stunned upon hearing this.

"I told you I was a good guy. Fine, you guys continue."

Liu Bo continued describing, "If this happens, it's a very tragic thing."

Meng Wenzhou nodded, "This word is usually described like this after marriage."

Su Yang thought with some confusion, "Actually, if you look at it optimistically, it's not a big deal. Aren't many people like this nowadays?"

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

"Don't mind what he says, you just say your piece," Zhang Ziming said, trying to suppress a smile.

"When something like this happens, it usually means someone's getting married."

Su Yang heard this and thought, 'Getting married? Hahaha, the spy is out.'

"Alright, let's start voting."

Liu Bo and Meng Wenzhou received no votes. When it was Su Yang's turn, after Zhang Ziming finished speaking, everyone raised their hands.

Su Yang was stunned and quickly said, "Whoa, I'm not the spy. Isn't it obvious who the spy is? Are you guys even playing this right?"

"Nope, hehe," Meng Wenzhou chuckled.

"Raise your hand if you vote for Yixue."

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

"Whoa, it's so obvious Yixue is the spy! It's just a divorce, why would that mean getting married?"

"Hahahaha." Hearing this, everyone bent over laughing.

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

"What was your word?"

"We're bereaved. Pfft, our word is bereaved."

"Geez, alright, I concede." Su Yang picked up the bottle and drank half of it.

Just as the group was preparing to start the third round, the bar owner, Chen Hao, walked over to them.

"Old Meng, what are you guys playing that's so fun?"

Meng Wenzhou smiled. "Come on over, I was waiting for you. I bet only you can go drink for drink with my sister."

"Oh? Your sister? Has Qianyu returned?" Chen Hao asked, sitting down next to Meng Wenzhou.

"Not Qianyu, my cousin."

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

"There's a lot you don't know. Everyone, let me introduce you to Chen Hao, my college classmate and the owner of this bar."

"Hello everyone. How do you all like the food and drinks at our place?"

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

"You're too kind, too kind."

Chen Hao looked refined, with fair skin, a medium build, standing at 178cm. His hair was slightly curly, and he wore a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses.

His looks could be considered above average, comparable to Zhang Ziming if you were to make a comparison.

Chen Hao's family background was also quite good. Although not as wealthy as Meng Wenzhou or Zhang Ziming, he came from a family that had achieved financial freedom.

After graduating from college, he came to Lu City alone for a trip and then decided to stay, opening the bar. Whether it made money or not was secondary to him; he primarily enjoyed the leisurely and carefree lifestyle.

He never expected that the bar he opened in Qinghai Bay would become so popular. Initially, it was just him and a waiter named Xiao Li, but the business became so good that they had to hire four more waiters.

The group greeted Chen Hao one by one.

Meng Wenzhou picked up a bottle and said with a smile, "Come, let's welcome my old classmate. Everyone, a toast."