Chapter 40: Flying Fairy Moutai

Ying Ziyun was waiting there for Xu Heng to take the initiative to find her, but Xu Heng didn't say a word to her, instead chatting more and more enthusiastically with Fan Xi.

In the end, Zhao Gaoyang really couldn't watch it anymore, so he interrupted their whispered conversation, stood up, raised his glass, and said, "Class Monitor, I toast you. Thank you for your hard work managing our class of troublesome people."

This caused the "say yes to him" that had just reached Cheng Huaiyu's throat to be forcibly swallowed back down.

He had thought Zhao Gaoyang was going to confess, and was already prepared to cheer him on and create an atmosphere.

As it turned out, this coward only said something extremely neutral and bland, without expressing a hint of ambiguity.

Cheng Huaiyu glared at him, feeling disappointed that he wouldn't live up to expectations; he was one step away from blurting out a reminder about the confession.

Zhao Gaoyang smiled, thinking himself calm, composed, and free-spirited. He felt that Cheng Huaiyu's technique for picking up girls was excellent, but still a bit lacking compared to the protagonist of a top-tier male god novel.

He didn't even understand the tactic of playing hard to get; it seemed he only managed to chase Dan Yuyue by relying on his face and wallet.

Zhao Gaoyang shook his head; he disdained using such methods. The key to chasing girls lay in the technique.

With the right technique, what kind of girl couldn't be chased?

Zhao Gaoyang, who had never experienced the harsh beatings of society and the internet, truly took the Overpowered Protagonist novels that Xu Heng wrote for underage boys as reality.

Little did he know that in reality, if you don't have money or good looks, even someone like Ru Hua would be hard to chase!

Facing Zhao Gaoyang's toast, Fan Xi waved her hand to decline, saying she couldn't drink any more at all.

Hearing this, Zhao Gaoyang was overjoyed.

What he wanted was for Fan Xi to be unable to drink any more.

It is common knowledge that the human body has a critical threshold for alcohol tolerance. Although alcohol tolerance varies between individuals based on drinking frequency and talent, once the critical threshold is exceeded, even the wildest drinker will have to vomit and fall into a state of drunkenness.

And Fan Xi was clearly on the verge of drunkenness now; after finishing this glass, she would definitely be drunk!

Zhao Gaoyang was single-mindedly focused on completing his plan, not knowing that forcing someone who is showing weakness to drink is a very impolite behavior in drinking culture. Moreover, Fan Xi was a girl, and her body was naturally fragile; even from the perspective of caring for a friend, he shouldn't have forced her to drink this glass.

Looking at Fan Xi's troubled expression, Xu Heng knew that Zhao Gaoyang's score in her heart had probably already dropped below fifty, to the point where they weren't even considered friends.

He couldn't quite figure out who Zhao Gaoyang learned this girl-chasing technique from.

Even if he learned it from Cheng Huaiyu, he shouldn't be capable of such an emotionally unintelligent act, right?

Xu Heng sighed inwardly, picked up the one-third glass of wine in front of Fan Xi, and stood up.

"Zhao Gaoyang, don't make things difficult for the Class Monitor. I'll drink this glass on her behalf."

Then, without waiting for Zhao Gaoyang to recover from his astonishment, he downed the wine in one gulp, his expression remaining as usual.

"Xu Heng, you..."

Fan Xi was a bit dazed, but she quickly realized the reason Xu Heng blocked the drink for her.

First, he was one of only two people at the table who hadn't drunk the white spirit, so toasting Zhao Gaoyang with a glass could be considered giving him enough face; starting from this point, others couldn't have any objections.

And it wouldn't matter if Zhao Gaoyang himself had objections, because the glass in front of her was the last one on the table; unless they opened a new bottle of white spirit, she wouldn't be able to drink even if she wanted to.

The group's situation didn't allow them to open a sixth bottle of white spirit.

Sure enough, after Zhao Gaoyang came to his senses, he said with dissatisfaction: "Xu Heng, you're being too slippery. You said you didn't drink before, and everyone let you off the whole time, but you saved your stomach to block a drink for the Class Monitor at the critical moment. Are you trying to show off in front of the Class Monitor? Your ex-girlfriend is still here, isn't it bad to do this?"

With the alcohol going to his head, Zhao Gaoyang's tone was inevitably a bit harsh, and the perfectly good atmosphere at the table was made somewhat awkward and serious by him.

Xu Heng didn't offer much rebuttal to this, only saying faintly: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

He put down his wine glass and left the table with one hand in his pocket.

Only then did Zhao Gaoyang realize he had said the wrong thing.

Everyone was a roommate; there was no need to make things so clear and unpleasant. Zhao Gaoyang felt a bit annoyed; just now, it was mainly because his plan had fallen through at the last moment that his anger had surged, coupled with the alcohol interfering and causing him to lose his reason.

Otherwise, based on his usual style of conduct, he would never have brought such unpleasant words to the table.

This move would likely return his image, which had become much more positive in the eyes of several girls due to treating them to a meal, back to square one.

Zhao Gaoyang didn't even know how to open his mouth to ease this heavy atmosphere.

At this moment, Cheng Huaiyu spoke up, laughing and joking: "Damn, I saw long ago that old Xu wasn't simple. The bastard drank two taels of white spirit without even breaking a sweat; he's definitely an old drunkard. He just didn't drink with us because he looked down on our drinking capacity."

"You're not kidding, it's true. I feel like I might not even be able to outdrink old Xu," the quick-witted Sheng Bo said, following Cheng Huaiyu's lead.

"Damn it, Cheng Huaiyu, call Xu Heng out next time. I'll challenge him one-on-one and see if I don't drink this liar to death," Dan Yuyue shouted incoherently.

"Forget it, your drinking capacity is about the same as an elementary school student's."

"Fine, they say alcohol gives a coward courage, so you brat actually dare to mock me today, huh?"

The few of them bickered and played around, and in the back-and-forth, they brought back the drinking party that had almost ended on a sour note.

Only Ying Ziyun looked at the orange juice in her glass and said nothing.

Could Xu Heng drink?

How did she not know?

No, it seemed that after dating Xu Heng for a year, she knew very little about him.

His parents were working-class, he seemed to have a younger sister at home, and he liked to play CS and World of Warcraft. Other than that, there didn't seem to be anything else.

She didn't know what Xu Heng liked to eat or what Xu Heng was capable of.

But Xu Heng knew she liked to drink orange juice, couldn't eat spicy food, and knew his...

Entering Xu Heng's perspective, Ying Ziyun suddenly felt a bit sad.

Someone once said that love is an unfair transaction, and in this transaction, Xu Heng seemed to be the one-sided giver.

She, Ying Ziyun, enjoyed everything, only to turn around and abandon him for being too unmotivated.

It's like buying a tube of toothpaste in a store, and after the toothpaste is all used up, returning the shriveled toothpaste shell to the shopkeeper and asking the owner to refund your principal.

This in itself is an unreasonable thing.

Thinking of this, she turned her head to look at Fan Xi, the girl for whom Xu Heng blocked the drink. She was currently flushed, slightly huddled in her chair, not knowing what she was thinking.

If they hadn't broken up, the person sitting there should have been her.

One drinking party, several states of mind.

About five minutes after Xu Heng went out, Cheng Huaiyu checked the time and asked if everyone had eaten enough and if they had any thoughts of a second round.

Fan Xi shook her head, saying she had to return to the dormitory early, otherwise the dormitory gate would be locked.

Once there was one person who wouldn't go, there would be a second, so the proposal for a second round vanished into thin air.

Zhao Gaoyang beckoned the waiter over and waved his hand grandly to settle the bill, but upon seeing the long white receipt, his face immediately turned deathly pale; he stammered, "Im... impossible, right? Ho... how could we have eaten this much? Four thousand? I've been to your hotel many times, and it has never exceeded two thousand before!"

"Sir, if you have any questions regarding our prices, you may examine the prices of the dishes and the Wine in detail."

The waiter maintained that same smiling attitude; in their line of work, they had seen far more eccentric guests than Zhao Gaoyang, and this little matter was perfectly normal.

"How expensive could Wine possibly be!" Zhao Gaoyang still did not believe it.

Seeing this, the waiter smiled and pointed at the bill with a finger: "Sir, the Feitian Moutai is six hundred per bottle; we use the market price as a reference, and it is even more favorable than the market price. We do not engage in practices that deceive consumers."