Everyone, Move! Rachel's Going All Out

520 Apartment.

Adam After finishing breakfast and leaving.

Rachel lay on the sofa, raised his feet, slapped the sofa with both hands, and muttered, "Ah! What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?"

Just like Adam's experience of not taking the initiative to pick up girls, she has never taken the initiative to pursue a man. Every time she puts on her skirt, poses, eyes flash, and speaks louder, the man will lick her.

Where have I encountered a situation like Adam where oil and salt are not allowed to enter.

"Give up, Rachel."

Monica advised, "Adam is obviously not interested in you."

"I know, I know."

Another classic Rachel answer.

"But I can't do it. I've never failed!"

Rachel spoke his mind this time.

She has been pampered since she was a child, and with this God-given appearance, she has always been able to get whomever she likes, even their professor.

How could she tolerate failure like this?

During the first chance encounter in a bar, when she wanted to indulge, Adam appeared in front of her, and she has been fantasizing about Adam ever since.

Later, everyone got to know each other and understood Adam's prodigal nature, and this feeling passed away.

Then Adam said he wanted to be a doctor, and the doctor's father controlled her, and her interest was sparked again.

If these are still within the rational category of "just want to try", then after she still failed when she tried Lucky Battle Skirt, it became a "personal grudge"!

She, Rachel·Green, has never failed and is never prepared to fail!

"I'm so stupid!"

With her brain running rapidly and her intelligence fully functioning, she ignored Monica and thought for a long time before suddenly slapping her head.

"What happened again?"

Monica said with a headache.

She doesn't agree with friends falling in love, especially Rachel and Adam, because with Adam's style, this kind of relationship is doomed to fail from the beginning.

The one who will be injured will definitely be Rachel, and once that happens, there is a risk that the circle of friends will fall apart, which she is not willing to bear.

"It's the atmosphere!"

Rachel said in surprise, "I'm so stupid! The atmosphere is wrong! How can I wear it at breakfast, and you are next to me? I should wear it alone under candlelight at night to show him the most effective effect!"

After saying this, she patted her forehead again. "Oh no, he has already seen this set of Lucky Battle Skirt, and the effect will be greatly reduced."

Then, she smiled again, "But it doesn't matter, I also have a more powerful set of clothes. That set of clothes is perfect. No one can stop its charm!"

"Rachel!"

"Huh?"

"You're crazy!"

Monica pointed at Rachel with both hands and complained.

"I'm not crazy."

Rachel stood up and hugged Monica: "Think about how you felt when you liked someone but didn't get a response in high school. You should be able to understand me, right?"

Monica The corners of his mouth twitched.

In high school, she was a "big girl" who was often seen as two people because she was too fat. When her best friend Rachel changed boyfriends one after another, she could only look on with envy.

The discrimination brought about by her parents unconsciously, and the boys' ignorance and venomous remarks towards her all troubled her at the age of lovesickness, so she could only eat more.

She knew very well the feeling Rachel was talking about.

"Okay."

Monica said helplessly, "But are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course."

Rachel shouted, "This is my ultimate trick that always hits the mark. If even this trick doesn't work, then I will be completely helpless and I will give up."

"That's what you said."

Monica breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at Rachel, and reminded, "If you fail this time, you will give up completely."

"That's what I said."

Rachel held Monica's hand and smiled, "But you have to help me."

"How do you want me to help?"

Monica said with a headache.

"You are like this..."

Rachel whispered his thoughts.

"Okay."

Monica reluctantly agreed.

The next night.

Monica used the pretext of watching the performance of the Senior Art Troupe to express his love. Before Adam could arrive, he took everyone away from Chandler's apartment in advance, leaving Rachel alone.

With her chef skills, she helped prepare a large sumptuous dinner early, arranged candles and red wine, and Rachel also put on her Super Battle Outfit.

Hearing the knock on the door, Rachel squeezed and pulled, and quickly sorted out Super Battle Outfit. While opening the door, he shouted exaggeratedly, "Jack, you are finally here..."

"What's going on?"

Adam was a little confused and said in surprise, "Who is Jack? Didn't Monica say we would go to some show together?"

"They left first."

Rachel pretended to be disappointed and sad. "Jack is a new boy I met. We originally made an appointment to have dinner in the apartment tonight, but I didn't expect that he hasn't come yet. He actually let me go, woo woo woo."

After saying this, she walked back to the dining table calmly, lay on the table and started to cry.

Adam didn't think much, closed the door, and stepped forward to comfort, "Is there something that delayed you? I believe no one will let you go, unless he is not a man."

"You really think so?"

Rachel raised his head and looked at Adam with tears in his eyes.

"Of course."

Adam looked at Rachel's outfit, a red cheerleading uniform with a big letter L printed on the chest, and said with a smile, "Is this what you wear on a date? Is this Jack a rugby player?"

"No."

Rachel said deliberately, "He said that men all like uniforms. I only have this one, doesn't it look good?"

"Good looking."

Adam said sincerely, "This Jack is right."

"At this time, he will definitely not come. It's a pity that Monica specially cooked a dinner for us."

Rachel reminded pointedly.

"It doesn't matter. We can have it as a midnight snack when Monica and the others come back."

Adam smiled.

"..."

Rachel paused, and there was no need to fake the bitter smile on his face. He was suddenly angered by Adam's original flavor, but the plan still had to move forward.

"It won't taste good when it's cold. How about you eat with me? I've never had a romantic candlelight dinner since I ended my relationship with Barry..."

That pitiful look and tone were something no man could resist.

Adam naturally had no choice but to agree.

But at this time, he didn't realize there was a problem until Rachel looked at him with his chin in one hand and asked a series of questions.

"So, Adam, where did you grow up?"

"Texas."

"Are you close to your parents?"

"It's very close and they are the best parents in the world."

"... That must be very happy."

When Adam said that he was very close to his parents, the corners of Rachel's mouth twitched obviously, and he paused for a moment, then put his hand on the back of Adam's hand, drawing circles while saying enviously.

If Adam couldn't notice the problem at this time, he would be too slow. With a thought in his heart, he had already guessed most of it, and said with a faint smile, "Aren't you close to your parents? I heard that they dote on you the most."

"Of course."

Rachel smiled awkwardly, groaning secretly in his heart.

Originally, Adam should have complained to her. The broken family and the severed family ties were the main theme of United States.

She listened to the reassurances and used the skin-to-skin contact to close the distance, and everything fell into place.

It's a pity that Adam didn't follow her routine at all, and he even asked her back? How did she answer this?

It seems she only has Ultimate Strike.

"Sorry, I need to use the bathroom."

Rachel stood up and swayed away slowly under the gaze of Adam in an extremely exaggerated model cat walk.