Regular Show Expert Or Liar 소설 & 이야기

"Jacob, aren't you trying to pursue me? If you won't even buy me something this cheap, then how can you say you like me?" The chat actually froze for a couple of seconds, like everyone was too stunned to type. Then it came back even crazier than before. "Wait, was that Carol's voice just now?" "That recording has to be fake, right? What's actually going on?" Within seconds, the livestream's viewership shot past 100 thousand people. I smiled calmly at the camera. "Today, I'll show you all how to take down a gold digger."

Today will be the same as last time—we'll offer free online consultations to three people. SoPretty: "Have you really taken your grandma here as well?" ABigAccount: "So she's another streamer putting on an act. How boring!" PassionateBrother: "The streamer is likely contemplating, 'Well, the script's set. Let's figure out how to deliver it convincingly.'" PikaCat: "Those who think that the streamer is putting on an act can watch the recording from yesterday. A medical professor was here yesterday, thank you." ABigAccount: "And that's hard? Professors these days show up as long as they're paid."

At this time, a reporter couldn't help but ask a question. As soon as he spoke, others echoed, "Yeah! You can show us a fake recording with ease. We're reporters. Do you think that we don't even know this?" "Liar! Do you think we'll believe you after you do so? What is the point of your injury test report? The injury test report can be fake too!" Some of the reporters below the stage directly began to swear. "Be quiet!" At this moment, Loraine spoke to preside over the preference conference.

"Oh God, he's so cool! Now that's what they called 'blue blood'!" "Mr. Main is standing right in front of this Logan, yet man's ass doesn't even dare to move!" One of the more notable guests suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, what's this fella's name again? Logan Pearce? Isn't he… Isn't he one of those Grand Masters?" "Please. You believe that bullshit? We live in an age of CGI and deep fake videos, man! All of those were probably just some really good cinematic work." "Yeah, you've been fooled, man. Now that Mr. Main is here, let's see this Grand Master Whatever try touching him. I bet that guy Logan stabbed easily was a paid actor! The fact that the police aren't even here says it all!"

He could not wait to find a place to hide now. Shame on him! It was so humiliating! There were so many reporters and he had even had it live streamed all over the world. How could the Li family have the face to be doctors in the future? All the spectators, who were watching the live broadcast all over the world, laughed heartily. They did not know whether the doctor from Koryo came here to compete in medical skills or was trying to be funny. First, he had said that a woman was impotent and then that a man had irregular menstrual cycles. He was too unreliable. Was this the ability of Koryo doctors?

He huffed, "How dare these clueless naysayers question you!" He was totally obsessed with Professor Harlana. Even with the cameras rolling live, he did not hold back. He could not stand to see his hero get even a little bit of flak. With a whole squad of experts on deck, and Dean Benjamin and Leon keeping a close eye on the reports, there was no way anything could be faked. The truth would come out fast. Andor's leg was in tip-top shape. "So why can't I stand up yet? And why do I feel just like the docs said I would?" He was stumped.

Stephen raised a brow at me with an irritated look on his face. I scoffed at him in disbelief and rolled my eyes at him. "Not to sound rude or anything but you are such a fucking terrible liar. You could not even lie to save your own life" I spat at him bitterly. Stephen rolled his eyes at me back. "Rude? I actually do not find that rude at all. As a matter of fact, it is a compliment to know that I am terrible at lying. It means I do not lie all the time unlike some experts standing a few inches away from me." Stephen sneered.

"I have nothing to hide. My life is an open book. A bestseller, actually." "Modest," Jessica muttered. They went through the motions. Kieran lied about his net worth (Fail). He told the truth about thinking Jessica was hot (Pass). It was standard reality TV fluff. Then, Mira turned her gaze to the corner. "Elion. Cale. You're up." Elion felt his legs go numb. "I'll go first," Elion said quickly. He wanted to shield Cale. He wanted to take the heat. "No," Mira said. "The audience is dying to know about the Mystery Man. Cale, get in the chair."

he said calmly, “the lawyers in that room could draw water from a stone.” Despite myself, I laughed. He gave the smallest hint of a smile. “They’re experts. More importantly, truth is on your side.” I looked down at my drink. He continued, “You’ve spent years being forced to defend your own reality to people committed to denying it. That doesn’t mean your reality is weak. It means they’re practiced liars.” Something unclenched in my chest. I looked back up at him. There was no rush in his face. No impatience. No sense that I was taking too long to recover or process or catch up.

“It cannot force a person to speak. But once a question has been answered…” He held the vial towards the light. “…it reveals whether the answer is true.” He added, which was considerably worse. A crystal sphere beside the chair was illuminated. “White means truth.” Another flash. “Red means lie.” Another. “Black means deliberate refusal or manipulation.” Nyra whispered, “We're screwed.” “Speak for yourself,” I said. “You lie constantly.” She taunted. “I strategically edit information.” I defended myself. Mara covered a laugh. The judge continued. “Each contestant will answer three questions.”