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Chapter 36, 38: The Hangover

Chapter 36, Section 38: The Hangover (Seeking donations and monthly votes)

"OMG! I must have drunk too much, those two!"

Eric rubbed his slightly dizzy head and groggily woke up in bed.

Looking around, he realized he wasn't at home and it took him a moment to realize he was in a hotel.

I looked down and saw that my pants were still on, and although my shirt was wrinkled, only two buttons were undone.

Clearly, he wasn't violated, but the problem is he didn't violate anyone either!

"That son of a bitch, she has absolutely no social skills!"

Of course, I was just kidding, because I did drink too much yesterday.

Ryan Reynolds was clearly overly excited because he had booked the role of the second male lead in Transformers in advance, and he kept opening bottles of wine.

Moreover, I hadn't seen Warren for a while, and we got a little tipsy while drinking. I vaguely remember that after the three of us got drunk, we went to the dance floor and danced around for a while with a group of girls, and then I lost consciousness.

Eric couldn't even remember what happened; he had a blackout.

Medical research has proven that promiscuity after drinking is almost impossible; you don't have that ability, do you know?

I picked up the bottled water from the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and poured half a bottle down. The cool sensation went straight down my throat to my stomach—so refreshing!

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, a coughing sound came from the room, startling Eric. He tiptoed out of bed, went to the living room, and peeked inside. He saw Ryan Reynolds half-lying on the sofa with his knees still on the floor.

Eric went over and patted him on the back, but there was no reaction. So he simply turned him over and slapped him hard across the face.

"Wake up, damn it, we still have to get to work. Don't delay my schedule!"

Amid the pain, Ryan Reynolds opened his sleepy eyes and looked at Eric with a dazed expression.

Suddenly, his expression twisted into a knot, as if he were in great pain. He frantically unzipped his pants and hurriedly reached inside.

"Wang Defa! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Eric was so frightened that he quickly took a few steps back. He wouldn't accept a confrontation; if a confrontation was necessary, it would be him confronting someone else!

Ryan Reynolds fumbled in his crotch for a moment and then pulled out a fluffy yellow chick, which looked like it had suffocated.

"A senior citizen's phone on the subway (jpg)!"

"Explain yourself. Don't you want to explain?"

Ryan Reynolds was completely bewildered, staring blankly at the chick in his hand, and said, "I...I don't know, why is there a chicken in my pants? Can anyone explain this to me? Warren, where are you?"

"Chirp, chirp, chirp."

Suddenly, the chick, which they thought was dead, flapped its wings a few times and started chirping, startling the two of them again.

"Warren, where the hell are you?" Eric roared.

With no response, the two searched the room and finally found the fat man on the bathroom floor, with a pile of vomit in the toilet.

Beside the fat man lay a Labrador Retriever, the two looking like a married couple.

Eric kicked him in the butt: "Wake up, wake up!"

After being hit, Warren groaned, rolled over and opened his eyes, then kissed the Labrador tightly.

"Pah! What happened? What's going on?"

"I'd like to ask you the same thing: why is there a little chicken in my pants?" Ryan Reynolds yelled in despair.

Eric pulled Warren up: "Forget about the chickens, get yourselves together and get to work."

Warren shook his head: "Start work? Start what work? It's Saturday."

"Forehead?"

Eric paused for a moment, then released his grip, and Warren fell to the ground with a thud.

Is it the weekend today?

Ryan Reynolds nodded hesitantly: "It seems so."

"Then what's the point of talking nonsense? Let's go to sleep!"

When Eric woke up again late in the morning, his mind was finally much clearer.

When I went into the living room, Ryan Reynolds was still fast asleep on the sofa, while a yellow chick was pecking at a can of food.

Warren was still lying on the floor, and the Labrador hadn't woken up. Only then did Eric notice that there was a whiskey bottle lying overturned behind the toilet.

Looking back on yesterday, he really couldn't remember what happened, but looking at the messy room, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Their current scene is so similar to that movie that an interesting idea arises.

The Hangover, the classic R-rated comedy, is released today.

When Ryan Reynolds woke up, he saw Eric writing furiously at his desk.

He went over to take a look and found that it was actually a script outline, and his mental radar was instantly activated.

"Eric, are you writing a new script?"

"Yes, based on our situation, I came up with an interesting idea."

"What type?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it'll be an R-rated comedy, and there'll be a role that's perfect for you."

"What? I have a role again?"

Ryan Reynolds' face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly searched for something on the paper.

"Stuples, Doug Billis, Phil Winneck, Allen Garner—is this an ensemble piece? Which one could I play?"

Eric tapped the tip of his pen: "This is it, Phil Winneck. He's supposed to be a dashing and handsome guy."

He then turned to Ryan Reynolds and asked, "Tell me, Ryan, how far are you willing to sacrifice for a role?"

Ryan Reynolds patted his chest: "I'd eat shit as long as it's not with a man!"

"That's fine then. Is it okay to kiss a tiger?"

"What?"

"Would you accept having sex with a tiger?"

Ryan Reynolds paused for a moment, then asked, "It's not a real tiger, is it?"

"You can do that if you want."

"No, no, no, fake is fine. I like fake. When are you planning to start filming this movie?"

"It's expected to be next year, after the pre-production of that A-list big-budget film is completed. Anyway, you need to make sure you have the time available, and I'll contact you."

Ryan Reynolds chuckled, then pointed to his nose: "Keep your schedule open? Me? I'm always available. 'King of Repeaters' failed, and I doubt anyone will ask me to act until your big-budget film is released."

"Honestly, in all these years since my debut, you're the person who has the most faith in me, even more so than I have in myself!"

Eric glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Don't be too discouraged. You'll become a star after 'Sharknado' is released."

"Hahaha, that's impossible. If Sharkshot becomes a hit, I'll have sex with a real tiger."

"Okay, remember that's what you said. By the way, what are you going to do with that chick?"

"I don't know. If we can't find the owner, I'll have to adopt it myself."

"Have you decided on a name yet?"

"Isn't it too early!"

"How about calling him 'Black General'?"

"But it's yellow."

"What about Handsome Bro?"

"Not bad, that's quite my style."

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