Chapter 82

"Moving around can put you in a better mood?" Ning Chen repeated.

And at this moment.

Shiguang's livestream room.

Was still going on.

As the livestream footage gradually caught fire.

The viewer count had already surpassed three hundred thousand.

【Why is the streamer repeating a line?】

【Didn't hear it clearly.】

【Is he a little drunk?】

【How much has he had?】

【I just counted, the beer he poured from the bottle is already seven or eight bottles】

【Seven or eight bottles, that's fine, I never get drunk on beer】

【Have you not heard, it's not the wine that intoxicates, but the man who intoxicates himself?】

The waitress looked at Ning Chen, "Generally, the people who come to this place aren't in a great mood at first, that's why they come, but when they leave, they're all waving their arms and legs, like they've been enchanted."

Hearing the waitress say that.

Ning Chen didn't respond either.

He kept on drinking on his own.

Behind him, the female DJ's voice rang out:

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Follow me—follow our? music!"

"Enjoy your happiness, dive into my? music world, step onto my? music melody!"

"Strap on your dynamic wings, let us? take flight, Are you ready? I ready for dance... OK.? Has everyone felt the HI yet? If you haven't felt it, keep speeding up your steps and shake it, once again follow my HOUSE MUSIC and shake your head, stick out your? ……"

"Now, we are about to kick off tonight's climax program!"

"Let me see your hands, I'm about to start!"

The female DJ held a golden microphone in her hand.

This kind of golden microphone could be thrown out, but wouldn't hurt anyone it hit.

Ning Chen didn't turn around.

But that female DJ had already noticed this young man drinking alone at the bar counter over ten minutes ago.

She turned around and threw the golden microphone backward!

Yet it came straight toward Ning Chen's side.

Ning Chen didn't turn around, and the waitress on the other side of the bar let out a little yelp.

She raised her hand and helped Ning Chen catch that golden microphone.

The explosive electronic music started up!

The eyes of the entire room turned toward this side.

The waitress, with a smile on her face, handed the microphone to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen looked at that golden microphone.

Then looked back at the waitress.

The waitress smiled at him, then pursed her lips toward the back.

She explained, "This is our bar's signature program. Whoever gets hit by the microphone either goes on stage, picks a song themselves, the band accompanies, and they sing a song; or the bar provides ten bottles of liquor on the house, to be downed in one go."

"How about it, sir?"

Ning Chen heard the other party say that.

He sucked his lower lip, then raised his hand and finished the last bit of liquor in the glass on the table.

He stood up and walked toward the warm-up area.

The female DJ saw him coming over.

Her voice rang out again—"We see that one! He was sitting there drinking his sorrows alone! Completely ignoring our revelry!"

"Now he's coming over!"

The female DJ looked at Ning Chen.

"Sir, are you planning to drink, or sing a song?"

Ning Chen raised his hand, "Ten bottles."

Crash.

The crowd below erupted!

It had been a long, long time.

It had been a long time since a customer who got hit had been willing to make this kind of decision.

Everyone always went on stage and sang a song.

After all, singing was better at driving the atmosphere.

But drinking—that was a one-man torment.

Ten bottles of liquor was no joke!

But tonight's exception.

Instead, it pushed the atmosphere of the entire bar to an even higher point!

The customers below whistled and hollered in all sorts of ways.

Ning Chen found a high stool and sat down.

A faint smile hung on his face.

Indeed, drinking alcohol can make people relax and become happy.

Even though he knew clearly it was only for one night.

Soon, ten bottles of beer were brought up by a waiter on a tray.

The caps were pried open, and a slice of Sister Qingning was pressed into each one.

Ning Chen raised his hand directly.

He began to chug.

One bottle.

Quickly emptied to the bottom.

The second bottle.

Quickly emptied to the bottom.

The third bottle.

The fourth bottle...

This man drinking showed not a shred of pretense.

In fact, he gave the impression that he simply wanted to get drunk.

Because of his behavior.

Instantly, the audience below began to feel fond of him.

After all, everyone likes straightforward people.

This man on the stage was straightforward.

Among the audience below, some sat, some stood; men or women.

When they saw him chug without a single pause all the way to the seventh bottle.

All kinds of sounds grew louder!

When he continued to chug the eighth bottle.

In the heated atmosphere of the first floor, it was filled with people's loud shouts, whistles, and jeers!

The ninth bottle.

The electronic speakers played a tragic yet heroic background score, directly drowning out the audience's voices, yet making the entire first floor so noisy it seemed ready to explode!

Everyone stared eagerly at Ning Chen drinking.

Everyone shouted and screamed, riding the wave of alcohol!