Chapter 145: A Night of Confusion (Part 2)

Just Deng Yidi as a girl wasn't enough, so Yang Tianxing thought for a moment and called Hua Xiaoyu along; in truth, Hua Xiaoyu's temperament wasn't very suited for this kind of occasion, but Yang Tianxing didn't have many other candidates.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Le Mingrong, who was currently selling cars; she was actually quite good at talking.

Besides these two girls, Yang Tianxing also called Gu Bo'an and Yi Min.

Gu Bo'an was the student union president, and his other identity was a "tall, rich, and handsome" man; of course, he was far inferior to Zhao Qingxun, but there was no such thing as stage fright when he spoke.

As for Yi Min, it went without saying; as long as he wasn't told Zhao Qingxun's true identity, little Yi would dare to act arrogant in front of Zhao Qingxun.

Finally, Yang Tianxing also called Pang Haofei from the Science Institute.

In this kind of occasion, the ratio of men to women couldn't be one-to-one; it was better to have one or two more men, and Pang Haofei was quite suitable—he wasn't pretentious or shy.

After contacting these people, Yang Tianxing went to the Runxing Electronics Factory to pick up Zhao Qingxun, and on the way, he specifically made a phone call to Liu Jiaoyue.

"I'm eating out tonight, gathering with a few classmates and friends."

This was the first time Yang Tianxing had reported to Liu Jiaoyue, and it was also the first time in Liu Jiaoyue's life she had received such a report; inexplicably, there was a sense of ritual to it.

"Got it."

Liu Jiaoyue said softly, her tone sounding somewhat solemn.

Yang Tianxing asked again: "Were you a good girl at school today?"

Liu Jiaoyue was too embarrassed to answer.

In fact, this was a conversation that often occurred between men and women in love, but Yang Tianxing could guess what Liu Jiaoyue's flushed face looked like; he didn't force her, and smilingly urged: "Go back to the dormitory early to rest."

"Mm!"

Liu Jiaoyue replied.

This "Mm" wasn't the usual first-tone light sound, but a fourth-tone heavy emphasis, indicating that Liu Jiaoyue was very happy about this report.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Tianxing muttered: "She didn't even worry about me getting drunk..."

The words had barely left his mouth when Liu Jiaoyue's call came back. "Drink a little less alcohol."

Arriving at the entrance of the New Century Electronics Factory, Zhao Qingxun had already come out; she was wearing very ordinary short sleeves and jeans, in short, a very pure, bare-faced look.

However, this combination brought out Zhao Qingxun's youthful vitality, especially since she was naturally beautiful and had a great temperament; her coffee-colored hair, set off by the evening glow, revealed a full luster.

Yang Tianxing joked: "I thought you would at least put on some lipstick."

"Pfft, as if I'd waste a thousand-yuan lipstick on a scumbag like you."

Zhao Qingxun got into the car, frowned, and said: "Did you just have a girl in the car?"

"I did."

Xiao Zhiliao and Tian Jiayi had just been in the car, and Yang Tianxing didn't cover it up; after all, his true colors had already been exposed in front of Zhao Qingxun.

Zhao Qingxun clicked her tongue and didn't say anything, then lifted the bag in her hand and said: "I won't pay for the late-night snack; I brought a few bottles of wine."

Yang Tianxing hadn't paid attention at first, but after getting out of the car, he realized it was Hennessy cognac; the bottle was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, somewhat like a gourd, with light brown, translucent liquor sloshing back and forth.

"Are you planning to knock a few people out tonight?"

Yang Tianxing paused and said: "In our Qinhan Province, we rarely drink foreign liquor; besides, how are we supposed to drink this purity without mixing it with water?"

In Qinhan Province, public social engagements usually involved white spirits, and in college, it was all beer; besides, drinking foreign liquor at a street food stall was even more rare.

"Then what should we do? We can't just not drink it."

Zhao Qingxun was actually acting out of kindness, having specifically brought the wine.

Yang Tianxing took a look: "Then let's just bring one bottle; everyone can have a little to get a taste, and I'll embezzle the remaining two bottles for myself."

Arriving at the Fruitwood Aroma Barbecue House, the others had all gathered.

Everyone was dressed very ordinarily; Yang Tianxing had only said it was a late-night snack between friends, but only Deng Yidi was clearly dressed up—her dark eyeshadow was brimming with allure, her red lips slightly parted, inviting a kiss, and she wore high-heeled sandals with bright nail polish on her toes.

"Don't let anything happen."

Yang Tianxing said to himself, then proceeded to introduce everyone.

Gu Bo'an, Yi Min, Deng Yidi, and Hua Xiaoyu were from the Finance Institute, and Pang Haofei was from the Science Institute, so Yang Tianxing said Zhao Qingxun was a graduate student from the Medical School.

In short, everyone was a student, and although they didn't know each other, they had common topics.

Especially after the crawfish and barbecue were served, the group wore disposable gloves, eating food while talking about school, chatting about their families, occasionally bragging, and clinking beer glasses when they were in high spirits.

Blowing in the gentle evening breeze, watching the night market stalls set up nearby, they felt lazy and very happy.

Zhao Qingxun was a bit unaccustomed at first; she had never been so close to this kind of common life, so Yang Tianxing whispered from the side: "Don't think of yourself as a princess of the Zhao family's third branch; just think of yourself as my girlfriend, and try to integrate with that mindset."

Zhao Qingxun glared at Yang Tianxing with dissatisfaction; she really hadn't been paying attention and had been taken advantage of by this scumbag.

But, it must be said, it was quite effective; Zhao Qingxun thought to herself, if I were Yang Tianxing's girlfriend, what should I do?

Roast him!

Roast him for being a scumbag!

And so, Zhao Qingxun said: "A person like Yang Tianxing doesn't deserve a girlfriend."

This sentence immediately drew a wave of agreement and seconding; Yi Min's favor for Zhao Qingxun increased even more.

"Senior Sister Zhao has a discerning eye; I'm in the same dormitory as Brother Yang, and I'm really worried about being led astray by him..."

Yang Tianxing immediately became the target of criticism; his skin was thick and he didn't take it to heart at all, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, blowing smoke rings with a grin, but Zhao Qingxun had naturally integrated into the chat atmosphere.

As for that bottle of Hennessy, apart from Zhao Qingxun, everyone just took a couple of sips and didn't touch it again; they mainly weren't used to drinking it.

However, this kind of bottle was still very rare at street food stalls in 2003, especially among the three women at this table—besides Hua Xiaoyu who was above average in looks, the dressed-up Deng Yidi and the bare-faced Zhao Qingxun were both top-tier.

Their laughter was crisp and sweet, inevitably attracting attention.

There were two young men eating barbecue nearby; one of them, a fat man, had taken off his shirt, revealing tattoos on his body, and after glancing over here twice, he suddenly walked over.

"Is this wine real or fake?"

The tattooed fat youth asked in a rough voice, his mouth full of the smell of alcohol.

Yang Tianxing didn't want to be high-profile and cause trouble, so he said: "Fake, just some homemade grape wine from my hometown."

The tattooed fat youth picked up the bottle on his own to look at it, and said quite definitively: "It's definitely fake; I've had the real stuff before, it's not this color."

Yang Tianxing chuckled to himself; could the Hennessy brought by Zhao Qingxun possibly be fake liquor?

"Can I have a taste?" he asked again. Yang Tianxing lifted his chin, signaling him to help himself.

The tattooed fat young man picked up a glass, filled it with a "glug-glug" sound, and went back.

Yang Tianxing and the others hadn't chatted for long before that tattooed fat young man pulled his companion over again, holding beer in his hands: "I drank a glass of your liquor just now; meeting is fate, I'd like to buy the three little sisters a drink."

Zhao Qingxun and Hua Xiaoyu were both encountering this situation for the first time, and the three boys, Gu Bo'an, Yi Min, and Pang Haofei, hadn't reacted in time either.

Deng Yidi, however, was not flustered at all; she raised her head and looked at Yang Tianxing.

"We don't want to drink with strangers." Yang Tianxing refused simply and crisply.

"Clap!"

The fat young man slammed the beer glass onto the table: "What, do college students look down on us?"

"Don't you fucking start trouble."

Yang Tianxing spat out his toothpick with disdain; he didn't even want to stand up: "There are only two of you; I could slaughter you, and we'd still have three left."

The tattooed fat young man was stunned for a moment, looking Yang Tianxing up and down carefully, and discovered that this college student was truly not afraid, with a fierce glint flickering in the corners of his eyes.

"You've got guts."

The fat young man didn't dare to make a move; he sat back down, but took out his phone and made a call loudly on purpose: "Hey, Little Ma, I'm at Fruitwood Fragrance Barbecue, something's come up, come over here."

"Let's go."

Gu Bo'an suggested.

Yang Tianxing turned his head to ask Zhao Qingxun: "Do you want to go or stay?"

She was the key person tonight, and her opinion was the most important.

"If we don't go, do you have a way to handle it?"

"I do."

Yang Tianxing took out his phone and called Zhang Liye: "Chief Zhang, something has happened here; you don't need to come in person, just ask Brother Wu to take a look..."