Chapter 175: Life Has No Dress Rehearsals

"Clatter."

Seeing that university student Chen Yang Tianxing had a wilder style than his own, Brother Gouzi, who had dyed his hair yellow, felt very annoyed; he swept the cup in front of him away and said loudly, "Are you trying to stir up trouble?"

Yang Tianxing thought to himself, are you trying to scare your daddy?

As the yellow-haired Gouzi smashed the cup right in front of him, Yang Tianxing applied force to his legs; with a "creak," the heavy bar booth was kicked several centimeters away.

Yang Tianxing shook his arms and stood up, looking at Brother Gouzi: "I am stirring up trouble, what are you going to do about it?"

This movement was too big, and the bar security guards on duty were alarmed; two burly men quickly ran over and stared vigilantly.

Others hurriedly tried to mediate, and a man around twenty-five years old, who looked slightly more mature, sized up Yang Tianxing and then said to yellow-haired Gouzi: "Gouzi, today is Xiao Jiang's birthday, give me some face and let this matter pass."

Brother Gouzi stared fiercely at Yang Tianxing for a moment, then said: "Today I'm giving Brother Si some face, otherwise I would definitely..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, Yang Tianxing interrupted him with disdain: "You don't need to give anyone face, what the hell is the point of acting tough?"

"Fuck!"

Brother Gouzi didn't expect Yang Tianxing to be so unappreciative, not even giving him a ladder to climb down; he gripped a wine bottle backhanded and prepared to rush over, but was immediately blocked by the two bar security guards.

"If you continue like this, we will have to take mandatory measures."

One of the bar security guards was already holding his walkie-talkie, ready to summon other security guards at any moment.

Jiang Mumu had no choice; she had to stand on Yang Tianxing's side, so she could only lay it out: "Brother Gouzi, today is my birthday, I am very grateful that you could come, but can you respect my other friends?"

Hearing Jiang Mumu put it this way, yellow-haired Gouzi gritted his teeth, nodded, and sat back down, though he didn't say any more meaningless bullshit like "giving someone face" or "be careful next time."

Everyone here was a socialite out in the world, what was the point of bragging like that?

This was Yang Tianxing's personality; if he had softened even a little, he wouldn't be the Yang Tianxing who dared to fight with hoodlums in high school, nor would he be Chen Han-sheng, who had wrestled with the tattooed fat man at the Science Institute without saying a word.

Some people thought that since Yang Tianxing had neither strong financial power nor deep connections, he would definitely be retaliated against for acting this way; this was purely a naive thought from someone with no social experience.

If Yang Tianxing had 10 billion, would he still be posturing with these small-time punks?

In other words, Yang Tianxing's accumulation of wealth had a deep connection to his personality; he could be cunning, and he could also play tough.

Life has no dress rehearsals; it won't wait for you to have 10 billion before you slowly go and slap faces. Real life is full of accidents every day, and each one could be a new story.

Watching someone with Yang Tianxing's personality deal with every accident in his career and relationships starting from university—isn't this a diary of a life that is explosive in its realism?

As for that "smashing the shop and framing" incident at the Chang'an Science Institute, even if he were truly retaliated against, it would be Yang Tianxing's own fault; at worst, he would just start over.

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After yellow-haired Brother Gouzi sat down, Yang Tianxing sat down as well, and the two bar security guards left without saying anything.

Fights and disputes in bars were very common; if they could be settled internally, they wouldn't meddle.

However, the atmosphere at this booth was different; no one teased Yang Tianxing about his university status anymore, and they were even much more polite to Shao Ziyang.

Lizi, a girl from the Chang'an Art Institute sitting nearby, leaned in closer: "Brother Yang, you are really awesome."

"Is that so? I don't feel it."

Yang Tianxing smiled and picked up a lighter, preparing to light a cigarette.

Lizi wanted to help, but Yang Tianxing waved his hand and refused: "I'm a rather devoted person; there's already someone willing to light my cigarette."

"A girlfriend?"

Lizi asked with a smile.

"No."

Yang Tianxing puffed two streams of white mist from his nostrils and looked at Lizi: "I said she's a lover, do you believe me?"

"I believe, of course I believe."

Lizi grabbed Yang Tianxing's arm: "Brother Yang, you have so much character."

Yang Tianxing let Lizi take advantage of him, leaning back on the sofa and draping his arm around Lizi's smooth shoulder like a friend: "Then introduce these people's names and identities to Brother Yang."

Seeing Yang Tianxing's practiced movements, it was clear he was someone who went out to play often.

Yellow-haired Brother Gouzi felt a bit jealous of the intimacy between Lizi and another man, but he had no desire to monopolize a girl like Lizi; of course, through the conflict just now, his understanding of Yang Tianxing had deepened.

Shao Ziyang was naturally envious too; although everyone would politely invite him to eat watermelon or ask if he wanted to play dice, it was nowhere near the level of Yang Tianxing.

Because the fruit platter was delivered to Yang Tianxing first, and even though Chen Han-sheng had waved his hand to refuse, Jiang Mumu had specifically taken a bunch of grapes and placed them in Chen Han-sheng's dish;

As for Shao Ziyang, that was after the fruit platter had gone around a full circle, with only two small slices of watermelon left lying in the fruit juice, looking lonely as if no one wanted them.

As for the dice game, it was also because Yang Tianxing didn't want to play that they happened to be one person short and pulled Wang Zibo in.

Shao Ziyang didn't know how to play this game at all; he just followed along, drinking when others said drink, and laughing foolishly by himself.

"I have to bring Ziyang out to adapt in the future."

Yang Tianxing sighed slightly in his heart; one couldn't say that going to these occasions was correct, but at least one had to know what to do in these settings, rather than standing there foolishly at a loss.

"Brother Yang, someone else is lighting your cigarette, so let me feed you a grape."

Lizi extended two delicate fingers, peeled a grape, and brought it to Yang Tianxing's lips, coaxing him: "Ah..."

Yang Tianxing smiled and opened his mouth to eat it; he was well aware of these flirting tactics in bars. Lizi soon brought over another one and began to introduce the identities in a low voice: "Among the girls, you should know Xiao Jiang and me. The younger sister next to us is called Yan Zi, she's also from our school, you can call her Yanzi. The other one is Xiao Jiang's university classmate, I'm not very familiar with her."

"As for the guys."

Lizi smiled: "You must be familiar with Brother Gouzi. The one who spoke up to mediate is called Si Zheng, we all call him Brother Si. His family seems to be a minor official's second generation, but it's definitely not a big one. The other one is Brother Si's friend, Brother Song."

Yang Tianxing nodded. Judging by the tone Si Zheng used earlier, he felt he must have been born into a family within the system, but it was certain the official rank wasn't high, otherwise how would he be attending Jiang Mumu's birthday party? He was probably about the same as Xiao Zhili's father.

"Why are you telling me so carefully?"

Yang Tianxing patted Lizi's back affectionately.

"Two reasons."

Lizi took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Yang Tianxing's waist: "The first reason is that you have a lot of personality, Brother Yang; I like guys like you."

Yang Tianxing smiled: "That's a coincidence, I like you too."

"As for the second reason."

Lizi raised her head: "Brother Yang doesn't talk much bullshit. I just come here to earn some pocket money, and some idiots always pester me, asking why girls from the Art Institute do this line of work."

"What business is it of theirs what line of work I'm in? If you've come to the bar to have fun, then just have fun—are you digging for answers because you want to marry me?"