Chapter 447: I Don't Believe It (A 10,000-word combined chapter, an extra update for Alliance Leader Tuan Tuan Ba)

The liquor passed through his throat like a path of fire, plummeting into his stomach.

Lin Siping suppressed his nausea and flashed the bottom of his cup: "Big Brother, Fourth Brother!"

Hu Kun did not move; he neither raised his glass nor spoke.

Hu Gang looked at Lin Sicheng behind him: Lin Siping lacked this kind of mettle, and even more so, this kind of ability to make split-second decisions. He did not even know why Lin Sicheng had asked him to offer the toast, or why he had asked him to apologize to the fourth brother.

But even if you kill a man, you only cut off his head; no matter how great the grudge, it had to be set aside today.

He sighed: "Fourth Brother!"

Hu Kun did not move, his face remaining cold, as if he were not quite satisfied.

He had promised Lin Sicheng: if Lin Siping could guess which table was all liquor, he would count it as Lin Siping winning.

But a promise was a promise; he had never imagined that Lin Siping would actually have this capability.

While pondering this, he looked toward the opposite side; Lin Sicheng smiled and cupped his hands at him. The meaning was simple: Fourth Brother, please be accommodating. But Hu Kun still stood motionless.

Hu Gang had no time to bicker with him, so he tapped his Precept Ruler: "Pass!"

"Thank you, Big Brother!"

Lin Siping said gratefully, bypassed Hu Kun, and walked toward the next table.

The guests followed along: "What's going on? Why aren't they guessing at this table?"

"It looks like Hu Kun swapped the water for liquor!"

"Huh, how did the groom know?"

"We're at this point already, and you still have the energy to worry about that?"

"Then what should I worry about?"

"Can't you see? Hu Fourth is looking to stir up trouble."

"Damn?"

Looking back: sure enough?

Hu Kun had a cold face, staring at Lin Siping's back.

There were five tables left, as smooth as a flat plain; wherever Lin Siping pointed, that cup was sugar water.

The guests were half-curious and half-wary: they were curious as to why Lin Siping could still guess so accurately even after Hu Kun had instructed his cousin to swap all the cups. They were wary because Hu Kun had been a troublemaker since he was a child; even after serving eight years in the military and even working, he hadn't changed much. Therefore, as long as he started something today, there would definitely have to be an ending.

It was just a matter of when it would erupt.

While pondering this, four more tables passed, and Lin Siping arrived at the building entrance.

But this time, Lin Sicheng did not make any hand gestures; instead, he walked to the table and picked up a wine glass: "Big Brother, Fourth Brother, all you Wedding Document Bearers, thank you for your hard work today. I am young and my words carry little weight, so I will borrow these flowers to offer a Buddha..."

He was indeed quite young, but his demeanor was quite grand. No wonder there had been such a commotion downstairs for so long, and the Gift Pressing Master hadn't even shown his face? Hu Gang thought to himself, and picked up a cup. Chuanxilang leaned over the table to take a look, then also picked up a cup.

Seeing Hu Gang signaling with his eyes, the six Deputy Makeup Officials followed suit. They first sniffed, then looked at the two cups on the table: of these ten cups, not one was sugar water.

It seemed Fourth Brother had swapped them again.

As if he had suddenly had a breakthrough, Lin Siping took a few quick steps, picked up a cup, and respectfully held it out: "Fourth Brother!"

Hu Kun did not move; he just glanced at him indifferently, then looked at Lin Sicheng: "Brother, how did you see that this table was all liquor?" Lin Sicheng smiled: "There is flocculence in the sugar water cups!"

Hu Kun was stunned: "What thing!"

"Flocculence, it's the sugar threads!"

To put it simply: the water quality in Guanzhong is slightly hard; the hard water ions (Ca*/Mg2+) combine with the organic acids in the sugar to form flocculent calcium-magnesium soap. This substance is translucent and only appears white at extremely low temperatures. In weather like this, below freezing, it is basically invisible to the naked eye unless you pick up the cup and shake it slowly.

But let alone picking up the cup, Lin Sicheng was several meters away and couldn't even touch the table.

He was looking at the sun: the sunlight shining on the sugar water cup would cast a flocculent shadow on the other side.

Hu Kun was half-believing and half-doubting; he had his cousin bring over a cup of the swapped-out sugar water and looked at it against the sun: sure enough, several thread-like shadows coiled into a ball were projected onto the cup wall.

But they were extremely fine and extremely faint, as if they were there and yet not, flickering in and out of view.

The crowd suddenly realized: no wonder Lin Sicheng had asked the onlookers to stand back; it turned out he was afraid they would block the sun.

"Brother has a sharp eye!" Hu Kun smiled, "I am a good sport!"

Then, he waved his hand, and the young men blocking the building entrance cleared the way.

Lin Siping held the cup, his face turning blacker by the second: he had held his hands up for a long time, and Hu Kun had been looking at him sideways the whole time. That look was just like he was looking at a pile of dog shit.

Seeing that he couldn't keep his composure and was about to erupt, Lin Sicheng seized the moment: "Even if it's sugar water, you've drunk over a dozen cups. Siping, offer a toast to Gu Ming..."

Lin Siping gritted his teeth and handed the cup to Gu Ming. Gu Ming took it and patted his shoulder: the meaning was that no matter how great the anger today, he should endure it for now.

The cups were raised in unison, and the nine cups of liquor were drained to the last drop.

Lin Sicheng cupped his hands again: "Big Brothers, we mustn't delay the auspicious hour, we are going up now!"

Hu Gang smiled: "Good!"

Hu Kun still didn't speak, staring at Lin Siping's back.

Once they entered the building, Hu Gang frowned: "Fourth Brother, that's enough. If you have anger in your heart, I'll call Siping out another day to apologize to you."

Hu Kun let out a laugh: "Do you think he would lower his head?"

He certainly wouldn't have before, but now, it was hard to say.

"When the time comes, I'll call his cousin along too!"

"We'll see!" Hu Kun said noncommittally, then turned and left.

Hu Gang sighed: "Hu Zhen, go notify the motorcade to start the engines and warm up the cars."

"Big Brother, isn't that a bit too fast?" Chuanxilang smacked his lips, "I reckon Fourth Brother will still cause trouble!"

That was certain, but Sixth Uncle was upstairs, right across from the bridal chamber; even if Hu Kun wanted to play tricks, he wouldn't dare go too far.

Hu Gang smiled: "Go!"

Hu Zhen went to find the motorcade captain, and Hu Gang called a few clansmen to hand out cigarettes and offer toasts to the guests in the courtyard.

On the other side, Hu Kun was surrounded by a group. He took out his phone and made a call, saying only three words: Change the package.

The people nearby all knew that he was signaling to the people upstairs.

Glancing up at the floor above, Hu Peng was filled with worry: Lin Siping was likely in for a miserable time.

"Fourth Brother, don't go too far, or Sixth Uncle will get angry!"

Hu Kun put away his phone: "Don't worry, I know!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand again: "Come, set the table, serve the bride-leaving wine. Not many, just three tables, three cups per table."

He didn't expect Lin Siping to drink this wine, and he expected even less that Lin Siping could pass all those hurdles upstairs.

But a person's patience is limited; he didn't believe that, with Lin Siping's temperament, he could keep his temper suppressed forever without erupting.

It is said that sand accumulates into a tower, and small amounts accumulate into a large sum. There wouldn't even be a need for others to cause a scene; Lin Siping would cause one himself...

Lin Siping entered the building entrance with a dark face, holding the bouquet.

Just as he stepped over the threshold and saw no one at the stairwell, Lin Sicheng reached out to stop him: "Come on, give me a smile!"

Lin Siping was stunned for a moment, then forced out a sliver of a smile.

Lin Sicheng was not satisfied: "Be natural!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Siping's face collapsed again: "Sicheng, with them acting like this, how can you expect me to be natural?"

"The fruit you planted yourself, you must swallow it no matter how bitter it is!" Lin Sicheng stared at him, "I'll just ask you this: are you still going through with this wedding today?"

Lin Siping gritted his teeth: "Yes!"

Lin Sicheng continued to ask: "Since you are, can you figure out why they are acting like this?"

Lin Siping nodded, then shook his head.

The nod meant that he had gotten on the bus before buying the ticket, causing the Hu family to lose a great deal of face; in terms of both emotion and reason, they had to discipline him today.

The shake of his head meant: Hu Kun was clearly doing this on purpose, specifically to force him to flip the table himself. But he couldn't understand why, if it were merely to embarrass him, they would be so persistent, doing it time and time again?

"Since you can figure it out, then grit your teeth and endure it; even if you're burning with hatred inside, you must wait until after today to say anything." Lin Sicheng smiled, "Besides, with Gu Ming and me here, it's impossible for you to suffer too much of a grievance..."

Lin Siping paused, then nodded again: just for that last hurdle, if it weren't for Lin Sicheng, even if Hu Gang had intended to go easy on him, he would have had to drink at least seven or eight cups of wasabi water. With his constitution that collapsed at the slightest breeze, whether he could even finish the wedding was up in the air.

Furthermore, his parents and his cousin-uncle (Gu Kaishan) had both called just now, and the three of them had one meaning: whatever Lin Sicheng said today, he had to do. Even if Lin Sicheng told him to eat shit, he would have to pinch his nose and swallow it...

Lin Siping let out a breath and smiled again: "Sicheng, I understand!"

This time it was much more natural, and Lin Sicheng nodded with satisfaction: "Alright, then let's go up!"

The few of them stepped onto the stairs, and Gu Ming was filled with worry: "Chengwa, the hurdles ahead probably won't be easy to pass either!"

Of course they wouldn't be easy, but no matter how difficult, they had to be passed.

Lin Sicheng tilted his head and peeked through the gap in the staircase: "Leave the physical ones to you, and the intellectual ones to me!"

Gu Ming didn't understand: "What's an intellectual one?"

"Riddles, reciting poetry, matching couplets."

This was indeed Lin Sicheng's strength; Gu Ming knew a little, but he didn't have Lin Sicheng's quick wit.

"And the physical ones?"

"Holding the bridesmaid while doing squats, carrying the bridesmaid while doing push-ups..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Ming began rubbing his hands: "This is good!"

"Don't be so eager, there's more." Lin Sicheng gave him a warning: "You might have to make a fool of yourself, you might have to sing and dance, and even more likely, you might have to take a beating..."

Gu Ming blinked: the first few were easy to understand; it was just that if Lin Siping or Lin Sicheng lost, he would be the one to perform the punishment.

But taking a beating... where in the Guanzhong customs was there such a program?

Lin Sicheng sighed: there really wasn't.

But that last hurdle, it wasn't in the Guanzhong customs either, yet hadn't they managed to come up with it anyway?

That was the "Lianmen Eighteen Bays" from the border area of Zhejiang, Fujian, and Jiangxi provinces, where the She people and Han Dynasty descendants lived together. But it wasn't all wine: among them were three bowls of honey water, three bowls of kudzu tea, and three bowls of lotus seed soup. Only the last nine bowls were wine, but they were all sweet glutinous rice wine at about five percent alcohol, and the groom and best man split them.

Here, it was better; they had come up with a "Lianmen Shibaguan" and made a whole one hundred and eighty bowls?

As these thoughts turned, Lin Sicheng gave further instructions: "Anyway, prepare yourself mentally: I can do martial arts, but don't even think about making me dance." "Don't worry, even if I can't dance well, can't I dance badly?" Gu Ming patted his chest, "At worst, I'll just throw away this face of mine today!"

Lin Siping felt a bit bad: "Sicheng, what should I do then?"

"You don't need to do anything, just know how to smile! If you encounter something you understand, answer a couple of things; if you encounter something you don't, just play dumb..."

As he spoke, Lin Sicheng looked back: "Sister Chunmei, Third Sister-in-law, you two keep an eye out: it's best to take a toothpick, and whenever Siping makes a cold face, you poke him..."

Sister Chunmei and Third Sister-in-law nodded vigorously.

Lin Siping's parents hadn't just instructed their son; they had also instructed the two of them: today, everything was to be based on Lin Sicheng's instructions. If Lin Siping dared not listen, they were to slap him with their hands.

Besides, rather than letting Lin Siping keep a dead-man's face, it was better to make him grimace in pain...

Thinking this to herself, Third Sister-in-law looked at Chunmei and then gestured forward with her chin: Sicheng is the youngest, who would have thought he'd be so steady?

Sister Chunmei smiled triumphantly: That goes without saying.

Otherwise, when trouble arose, why wouldn't she look for the Fourth Hall Uncle sitting upstairs as a mascot, but instead beg Third Dad to coax Sicheng over? Not to mention anything else, as long as Sicheng was here, this bride would definitely be brought home today, and this fight definitely wouldn't break out.

At most, it would just take a bit of trouble...

Just as she was thinking this, the group suddenly stopped in front, and Sister Chunmei looked up:

They had reached the landing between the first and second floors. The stairs going down led to the direction they had come from, but the ones going up were sealed off with tape. It wasn't completely sealed, though; only the top half was blocked, leaving the bottom half open. To get through, one had to crouch and crawl under.

Looking further up: a balloon was stuck to the ceiling of the landing, and it seemed to contain something. Several bridesmaids were lying on the stairs, one of them holding a stick with a needle tied to one end.

Seeing Lin Siping, the bridesmaids giggled: "The groom is here?"

"Quick, quick, quick... sisters, come look: there's a best man here who looks just like a celebrity..."

"Oh, really? Handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"

While they were making a scene, the one holding the stick waved it twice: "Stop flirting, let's get down to business first!"

As she spoke, she pointed downward: "Who is the Red Groom?"

Lin Sicheng raised his hand: "I am!"

"Handsome, I hear you're very impressive?" She laughed and pointed at the balloons with a stick: "This round is called 'Gold and Jade Filling the Hall': there are ten bills inside, seven are Lianongchao, and three are real bills.

You send one person, I'll pop the balloons, and when the money starts Floating down, have the person you sent use chopsticks to catch them. The requirement isn't high; catching one real bill counts as passing. Follow the instructions inside the balloons to perform a show, and you can cut the tape and walk up.

Catching two counts as excellent, and you can skip the show. Catching three, we'll carry you up... but let's be clear: the groom doesn't count, only the Best Man..."

As she spoke, she counted again: "Huh, just two of you Best Men?"

"Right, just the two of us!" Lin Sicheng replied, pointing at the tape, "What if we don't catch a single one?"

"Of course, you perform the show and then crawl through from underneath!" the bridesmaid giggled, "Don't worry, the show isn't hard."

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Does the groom have to crawl too?"

The bridesmaid waved her stick: "Of course, everyone is treated the same!"

Looking at the hole underneath, Lin Siping looked like he was about to have a dark face again. Lin Sicheng glared at him and looked at Gu Ming: "You do it, or should I?" This was manual labor, definitely counting as the "martial" type, but honestly, Gu Ming really wasn't confident.

At first glance, it seemed very simple, but anyone who thinks it's simple can try it: how good must your eyesight be to distinguish between real bills and Lianongchao among money Floating down like snowflakes?

And you have to use chopsticks to catch them, not grab them with your hands.

Gu Ming shook his head like a rattle: "You do it!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: if it were anyone else, this game would be a 100% loss today.

With Lin Siping's personality, would he be willing to crawl through that dog hole?

Even if he luckily caught one, the subsequent show would probably be the kind designed to deliberately make things difficult.

In a flash, he looked up: "Where are the chopsticks?"

"Catch!"

The bridesmaid tossed them over and poked forward with her stick again, "Starting now..."

Before she even finished speaking, there was a "Bang."

The sound was fast and sharp; Lin Siping and Gu Ming were startled, then they looked at each other: why is this woman so mean?

Lin Sicheng hadn't even caught the chopsticks properly, and she popped them?

But looking at him, he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all?

Lin Sicheng reached out and caught the chopsticks, calmly tore open the packaging, and snapped the disposable chopsticks apart.

Thank goodness, at least she didn't give him a broken pair...

With that thought, he looked up: they were all new bills, falling fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him.

Then, "Swish~ Swish."

Standing right next to him, Gu Ming and Lin Siping didn't even see how Lin Sicheng moved his hand; they just felt a blur before their eyes. Then, Lin Sicheng stopped moving. Looking down: somehow, there were two red bills on the chopsticks.

Looking closer: the two of them were so close, yet they still couldn't tell if the two bills Lin Sicheng had caught were real or fake. The key was, how was his movement so fast?

The bridesmaid was also startled, and a circle of heads climbed up the stairs, chattering: "Wow, so fast, like an action movie?"

"Don't be so eager to show off: looking cool is useless, you have to be accurate."

"Haha... how accurate, a hole-in-one?"

"Of course, but being accurate isn't enough, you have to know how to catch..."

A group of bridesmaids were joking around, Gu Ming pursed his lips, while Lin Siping was dumbfounded, as if he hadn't expected: they were all so young and looked decent, why were they so lewd?

Lin Sicheng was long used to it: as long as women get together, they're guaranteed to start making dirty jokes within three minutes, and they are definitely dirtier than men. Just like in the army: when female soldiers start joking, even eight-year veterans have to cover their faces and walk away...

In a flash, the bridesmaid with the stick walked down: "Handsome, come let me check, is your catch accurate or not?"

Someone jeered: "Sister Su, which are you planning to check: the stick or the chopsticks?"

The woman tucked the stick under her arm: "I'll check whichever is thicker!"

Wild laughter erupted from upstairs.

Lin Sicheng didn't speak; he reached the chopsticks through the gap in the transparent tape.

The woman smiled and took the bills, then her smile seemed to freeze on her face.

On the front, no words?

Flipped over, still no words?

These two, were they actually real bills?

But that's impossible.

They had specifically tested it before, and they didn't use Lianongchao, but red paper.

Because red paper is lighter and falls slower, while real bills are slightly heavier and fall faster. Plus the colors are different, so it's very obvious. But even so, after testing ten times, Hu Kun only caught them four times, and each time he could only catch one.

After switching to Lianongchao, he hadn't succeeded even once. And Hu Kun had been in the army and is now a Police officer; both his eyesight and agility are higher than the average person.

So what's going on with these two in front of me, how did this pretty boy catch them?

As if unable to believe it, Su Min looked at the bills, then looked at Lin Sicheng's face.

Upstairs, they were still making dirty jokes: "Sister Su, why is the check taking so long?"

"Probably not satisfied, it's too thin..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Upstairs was laughing uproariously, and Su Min held up the bills: "They're real!"

What?

Instantly, the laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Then, "Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump," five or six people ran down from above.

Some were wearing evening gowns, some were in casual clothes, all of them staring with wide eyes at the bills in Su Min's hand.

That's right, they were indeed real bills, but how is that possible?

The fake bills were specially chosen by them, and the words "Lianongchao" were only the size of a grain of rice.

Anyone who doesn't believe it can try: don't use ten, just two, one real and one fake. And don't throw them from the top of the stairs, just hold them in your hand and scatter them, and let him distinguish which one is real and which one is fake?

Someone had a sudden inspiration: "Could it have been swapped?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand: they were all taken from the bank as new, sequential bills."

The meaning was: even if you wanted to swap them, you couldn't.

"Then how did he clip them?"

"Don't know."

At that moment, everyone was looking down, ninety-nine percent of eyes fixed on Lin Sicheng. Then came a "pop" sound; the balloon burst, and the banknotes showered down like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden.

With the banknotes obscuring the view, no one saw exactly how he made his move or how he clipped them. It just felt like he had merely raised his arm, and by the time all the banknotes had landed, two of them were inexplicably on the chopsticks.

A group of female guests looked at each other: just a moment ago, they had felt this Best Man was just showing off.

Looking at him now: turns out he was actually cool?

While they were still astonished, Lin Sicheng put away the chopsticks: "Did we pass or not!"

Willing to bet and willing to lose, the bridesmaid holding the stick nodded: "Passed, second stage!"

As she spoke, a girl in casual clothes took out scissors and cut the adhesive tape.

Stepping onto the stairs, Gu Ming saw a note in the corner and picked it up. He took a close look and let out a "Huh": "Cheng-wa, look!" Written on it was a line: All Best Men plus the groom, squat down and bark like dogs, then crawl through under the tape.

No need to guess, it was definitely the punishment for losing the previous stage: if it were just barking like a dog, it wouldn't matter, but you had to bark while crawling through a dog hole... Suddenly, Lin Siping's expression showed signs of becoming unmanageable. Lin Sicheng glanced at him indifferently: "How about I swap the Needle on the stick over to Chunmei, I reckon they'd be quite happy?"

Nonsense, today's stages were all aimed at him; as long as Lin Siping could suffer, they would naturally be happy.

Lin Siping shook his head rapidly, struggling to squeeze out a smile.

The few of them continued walking up to the landing between the second and third floors. Just like before, the stairwell leading up was sealed with adhesive tape, sealed only on the top half, leaving the bottom half open.

Something was also stuck to the ceiling, but it wasn't a balloon; it was a Red Envelope.

The bridesmaid surnamed Su pointed with the stick: "This stage is called Brothers United, the rules are simple: you just need to take down the Red Envelope. You can jump to reach it, or you can form a human pyramid."

"If you jump to reach it, you can only jump from a standstill; if you form a human pyramid, the person at the very bottom must be squatting..."

Gu Ming took a look, his eyes bulging: Isn't this just total bullshit?

This building was one of those unit welfare buildings built in the late nineties when real estate policies had just been relaxed; the quality was damn good, and the ceiling height was at least three meters. Judging by eye, this ceiling was even higher, nearly three point one, or maybe three point two meters.

If it were three point one, Gu Ming should be able to reach it: a basketball rim is three point zero five meters off the ground, and he often dunks.

But there was a prerequisite: he had to have a running start. If jumping from a standstill, he could reach three meters at most.

The key was that he was wearing leather shoes today. If he didn't want to sprain his ankle, he could only go barefoot. It would definitely be discounted again: it might be two point nine, or even two point eight meters.

What to do about the remaining twenty or thirty centimeters, blow on it with his mouth?

A human pyramid was even more impossible: even if the person at the bottom was him, if they were squatting, the shoulder height would only be sixty centimeters off the ground. The person standing on his shoulders would need a standing reach of at least two point five meters.

At the very least, they would need to find someone as tall as him, and the shortest would have to be around one point nine meters. But Lin Sicheng was only a little over one point eight meters, and Lin Siping was even shorter, only one point seven five.

Surely they couldn't stack three people?

Even if Lin Siping dared to go up, Lin Sicheng wouldn't let him.

Seeing the three of them staring at the Red Envelope on the ceiling without moving, Su Min laughed: "It doesn't matter if you can't take it down, just play the game." Lin Sicheng lowered his eyelids: "What game!"

"Simple!" Su Min tapped the stick, "The groom and Best Men squat down and call 'Mom', calling it while crawling through under the tape, take a step, call a..." Lin Sicheng narrowed his eyes, a flash of light crossing his pupils: "Call who, call you?"

"Yo, quite fierce, aren't you? Don't try to scare me, scaring me won't work. I'm not taking advantage of you either..." Su Min turned her head, "Auntie, Aunt..."

Following the call, a woman of about fifty years old walked out from the room on the left of the third floor; her features were regular, and she was dressed quite grandly. Lin Sicheng took a look and immediately understood: the woman's brows and eyes were at least fifty or sixty percent similar to Hu Kun's; she was nine times out of ten that person's mother. "This is the bride's aunt, I'm not taking advantage of you, right? Of course, if you aren't willing, don't want to call 'Mom', and don't want to crawl through, we won't force you..." Su Min pointed to the stairs, "From the landing to the doorway, there are ten steps in total, one Red Envelope per step, at least two thousand each... just right, two 'perfect tens';..."

Lin Sicheng let out a "Huh": Two 'perfect tens', topping old Comrade Lin's (Lin Chengzhi) ten months of salary.

That's right, they really did drag an aunt out; it seemed like they weren't taking much advantage, but believe it or not, if anyone below dared to shout "Mom", the ones above would definitely all answer "Yes".

They were all young people; if it were all in good spirits, playing around wouldn't matter. Like someone shameless like Gu Ming, maybe he would shout "Mom" one second and then clamor for milk the next?

But the problem was, from beginning to end, they hadn't been happy at all, just thinking of ways to make things difficult.

Thinking about it this way, he really had wronged the previous four Best Men.

Today's programs were all aimed at messing with people. There was only one goal: to make Lin Siping angry and humiliated, preferably to the point of flicking his sleeves and leaving. Thinking secretly, Lin Sicheng looked up: "What is the bridesmaid's surname?"

"Surname Su."

Lin Sicheng laughed: "Is Miss Su the girlfriend of Fourth Brother Hu?"

That aunt was stunned for a moment, and a trace of unnaturalness appeared on Su Min's face: "That has nothing to do with you, just tell me, are you passing this stage or not?" Lin Sicheng didn't speak, turning to look at Lin Siping.

Hearing that he had to call "Mom", and hearing that this woman might be Hu Kun's girlfriend, how could Lin Siping still control his expression? If it weren't for Chunmei pulling him, he would have started cursing long ago.

But suddenly, Lin Sicheng looked at him with a calm face and eyes without a ripple, and Lin Siping was suddenly stunned.

This look was definitely not because he was annoyed at his cold face.

On the contrary, it was filled with repulsion and disgust.

Lin Siping had a flash of inspiration: Lin Sicheng, could it be that he wanted to take him away?

Suddenly, the dissatisfaction, resentment, and anger in his heart receded completely like a tide.

To be honest, no man could endure this kind of humiliation: barking like a dog, crawling through a dog hole, and squatting down to call "Mom".

If he had any ambition, if he had any backbone, he would definitely throw the flowers and turn around to leave: I'm not getting married today.

But Lin Siping didn't dare: if he dared to quit today, his father-in-law and those dozen or so brothers-in-law downstairs would tear him alive before tomorrow. He also couldn't bear to: Hu Jia had looks, had a figure, had a family background, and was devoted to him... Lin Siping knew very well that even if he lived three more lifetimes, he wouldn't find someone like this...

In a flash of lightning, before Lin Sicheng could speak, he suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile: "Sicheng, don't be angry... My mom prepared Red Envelopes, they're with Sister Chunmei, they'll definitely be enough..."

Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming looked at each other: Lin Siping had this attitude, so what else was there to say?

He sighed and took off his suit jacket.

Gu Ming was stunned for a moment and looked at the ceiling: "How about I do it?"

Lin Sicheng slapped the suit into his hands: "Can you reach it?"

Gu Ming shook his head: he was ninety-nine percent sure he couldn't reach it, but Lin Sicheng could reach it even less.

It wasn't like the two of them hadn't played basketball before: Lin Sicheng could just barely touch the backboard, three meters at most.

Lin Sicheng tightened his belt again: "When was the last time we played basketball?"

Gu Ming tried hard to recall for a moment: "You're a freshman in college, right?"

"That settles it!" Lin Sicheng shot him a sideways glance, "Don't you know I've grown taller again?"

Gu Ming scoffed: You've grown, my ass...

Huh... wait?

This dog of a guy seems to have really grown: back in his third year of high school, he only reached the bridge of his own nose, but now, it seems to have surpassed his eyebrows?

The key is, he is wearing shoes right now, while he is barefoot?

Calculating again, the year he graduated from high school, Lin Sicheng was only seventeen. Including up to this moment, he is only twenty-one...

"Just a try, I'll try first, if it doesn't work, you come again..."

As he spoke, Lin Sicheng took off his leather shoes again.

Suddenly, there was chattering upstairs again: "Tsk tsk... these two legs, so long..."

"Grown well, and the build is good too... Look at those shoulders, look at that waist..."

"Quick, ask what his name is?"

"Seems to be the Groom's cousin, also surnamed Lin!"

"What's the use of just knowing the surname, ask for his phone number?"

"Why don't you go ask?"

"Don't you know, I have a man!"

Just as the commotion was happening, Lin Sicheng stepped back a bit, then took two steps for a running start.

His slender figure rose from the ground, his long arms stretched out, with a "hiss" sound.

Then, he landed steadily on the ground, a Red Envelope with tape stuck to it suddenly in his hand.

Just like before, the laughter and noise came to an abrupt halt. Regardless of old or young, whether it was a bridesmaid or a relative, a bunch of women stared straight at the Red Envelope in Lin Sicheng's hand.

Afterwards, they looked up again, staring at the tape remaining on the ceiling.

Hu Kun dared to design this game, so naturally, he had tested it. He even invited the basketball center from his bureau: a big guy nearly two meters tall, wearing professional basketball shoes, could only just barely reach it.

According to his plan, the Best Man definitely wouldn't be able to reach it, unless they formed a human pyramid. But since the person at the very bottom was squatting, only three people could stack up.

To be honest, not to mention falling and breaking an arm or leg, as long as there was a bump or a scratch, and a bit of blood was drawn, Lin Siping would be disgusted for a lifetime. If he were smart, he would definitely give the Red Envelope. But this twenty thousand yuan would definitely not reach Hu Jia's hands, enough to make him ache for several years.

Therefore, Hu Kun had calculated everything, except he hadn't calculated that someone could actually reach it?

Not to mention that Lin Sicheng was more than ten centimeters shorter than the center he invited, he was also barefoot...

He put on his shoes, then handed the Red Envelope forward: "Does this count as passing?"

Su Min originally wanted to say it didn't count: because Lin Sicheng had used a running start.

Although it was only two steps, running was running...

Even though the words were on the tip of her tongue, meeting Lin Sicheng's eyes, Su Min's heart trembled for no reason: it was as if there were two knives stabbing into her heart. But looking closer: calm, gentle, indifferent, without a ripple.

An illusion?

Possibly.

Subconsciously, she remembered the instructions from Hu Jia's father: you can play around today, and you can make a scene, but don't go too far... Of course, she wasn't afraid of Hu Jia turning against her, and even less afraid of Lin Siping, but if Hu Jia's father were to get angry, she would definitely have to weigh it.

Secretly changing her mind, Su Min took the Red Envelope: "Pass!"

Lin Sicheng nodded and put on his suit jacket.

The group stepped onto the stairs and finally arrived at the bride's door.

But just as they reached the steps, several people were stunned again: the door was sealed with tape, but this time it was the bottom half that was sealed, leaving the top half empty.

Directly facing the entrance door, about ten meters away, was a screen wall with a Bright Red "Double Happiness" character hanging on it.

On the left and right sides were bedrooms, and in the middle of the floor was a glass turntable, the kind placed on hotel dining tables. Beside the turntable sat a thin, tall vase. The mouth of the vase was very small, only about the size of an egg.

Su Min propped up her chin, and a bridesmaid beside her brought over a pair of long chopsticks wrapped in red paper.

Su Min looked at Lin Siping, smiling very appropriately: "Groom, this is the last hurdle: asking for a favor, so we won't block the door today. There are twelve sisters here, plus a few children, just ask for a lucky sign. Not much, not little, exactly eighteen people, a two-thousand-yuan Red Envelope for each, what do you think?" Just as Lin Siping was about to say something, Su Min changed the subject: "It might be a bit much, so let's play a game. You see it, pitch-pot: eighteen arrows, for every one you throw in, you give two thousand less, quite fair, right?"

"Of course, if you don't want to play, and don't want to give the Red Envelope, that's fine too, we definitely won't stop you. The bride is right inside, you can take her and leave. But we won't go to the hotel, saving one table is one table..."

Before she finished speaking, Gu Ming's face turned dark: saving one table is one table, do you take us for beggars?

Thirty-six thousand, just opening your mouth, do you think this money is printed on wooden boards? Old Comrade Gu would have to save for a year and a half without eating or drinking.

And that vase was almost ten meters away from the door, how to throw it? Furthermore, that turntable on the floor, was it just for show?

It would definitely have to spin when throwing, making the chance of hitting even smaller... no, it could be said to be negligible.

Cursing secretly, he turned his head, originally wanting to persuade Lin Siping: anger is anger, but don't be willful, just endure it, treat it as feeding a meat bun to a dog.

But strangely, Lin Siping didn't seem angry?

Not only was he not angry, he even seemed a bit uneasy, staring tightly at Lin Sicheng, his eyes flickering, wanting to speak but stopping.

Looking at Lin Sicheng again, he still had that expression: expressionless, neither sad nor happy.

But as brothers for many years, Gu Ming knew at a glance that Lin Sicheng was angry, and the kind that was very angry.

Gu Ming's heart skipped a beat: No... Cheng-wa, don't be impulsive. You've passed eighty-one tribulations, don't fail at this last step.

If you ruin Lin Siping's big day today, his aunt and uncle will hate you for a lifetime...

Anxiously, and not wanting to say it out loud, he pulled Lin Sicheng's sleeve.

Lin Siping was even more anxious than him, fearing that Lin Sicheng would say: Let's go, we're not picking up the bride.

He hurriedly stepped forward, lowering his voice: "Sicheng, the Red Envelope is definitely enough..."

Including Sister Chunmei and his cousin-in-law: Lin Sicheng isn't a scoundrel, how long has it been?

In the past two years, he even dared not to recognize his own father, mother, and grandfather, what else would he not dare to do?

The two looked at each other and took two steps forward: "Sicheng, it's almost ten-thirty!"

According to custom, the bride must enter the door before twelve o'clock. The emcee requested even earlier: the wedding starts promptly at twelve.

Although it is no more than four stops away from the hotel, one absolutely cannot go point-to-point; one must set aside enough time: for instance, the groom carrying the bride downstairs, or the bride needing to touch up her makeup after arriving at the hotel... and so on and so forth.

Their meaning was, endure the toothache, thirty-six thousand is thirty-six thousand, just pay it and be done with it.

Lin Sicheng remained expressionless, but he nodded. Then he looked at Su Min: "The final hurdle?"

She nodded: "Of course!"

Lin Sicheng took the chopsticks, a bundle as thick as an arm. Then he pointed at the turntable: "Spin!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Lin Siping and Gu Ming breathed a sigh of relief: no matter what, as long as Lin Sicheng did not flip out, it was fine. They had never thought Lin Sicheng could make the shots; they just assumed he was too angry and wanted to vent a little.

Eighteen arrows, they were thrown and finished in the first two or three minutes.

Su Min revealed a trace of smugness: I assume you wouldn't dare to get worked up.

She nodded, and a female guest gave it a hard spin; with a "whir," the turntable began to spin rapidly.

It must have been that glue was smeared on the bottom, as the vase was extremely steady; with a "whoosh" it went around, and then with another "whoosh" it went around again.

Lin Siping and Gu Ming felt: let alone throwing them into the mouth of the vase, they reckoned they couldn't even touch the vase.

Just as they were secretly thinking this, the vase spun to the third rotation, and Lin Sicheng drew a hand and tossed them out casually.

With a "clink," the sound was crisp and loud.

Immediately, like a string of pearls, Lin Sicheng's arrows were faster than the last. The crisp sounds were incessant: "Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink!"

Everyone looked up, staring at the turntable... oh no, the vase.

The dense cluster of chopstick ends were squeezed together neatly inside the vase, occupying more than half of the bottle's mouth. Counting carefully again: not one more, not one less, exactly eight. Looking around: there were none on the ground, and none on the turntable...

The key was: the turntable was still spinning, not slowing down in the slightest, "Woo-woo-woo-woo~"

As if stunned, over twenty pairs of eyes stared fixedly at Lin Sicheng, with expressions as if they had seen a ghost: he could actually make the shots like this? And with a hundred percent accuracy?

Just as they were astonished, Lin Sicheng reached out a hand: "Sister Chunmei, twenty thousand!"

Chunmei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted, hurriedly pulling open her bag. The bag was full, all Red Envelopes.

Gu Ming glanced at it and sighed inwardly: it seems the cousin-aunt and cousin-uncle had long since made preparations, ready to use money to pave the way.

But the problem is, you cannot take the money and still treat people so poorly?

Sister Chunmei and the cousin-in-law were very fast; they picked out ten envelopes of two thousand each and handed them over.

Lin Sicheng received them in his hand and reached forward; a flash of joy crossed Su Min's eyes, and she reached out subconsciously.

But even though she had grabbed them, the Red Envelopes seemed frozen; no matter how hard she pulled, they wouldn't budge.

Su Min was stunned for a moment, a sneer appearing on her face: "What, can't bear to part with them?"

"No, I can bear to!" Lin Sicheng let go of his hand, "I just want to see, who will you give this money to?"

"Of course, to the auntie for safekeeping!"

Su Min pinched each Red Envelope, confirming they were all of equal thickness and that there were no empty ones inside, then turned and handed them to the auntie from before.

The auntie happily tucked them into her bag.

Lin Sicheng let out a "Heh" laugh: "Auntie, Bridesmaid Su, how about we make a bet?"

The two of them raised their heads in unison: "What?"

Lin Sicheng pointed at the auntie's bag: "Believe it or not, however you took it just now, you will have to bring it back exactly the same way in the end?"

The auntie curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a sneer. Su Min let out a "Pfft": "I don't believe it!"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Wait and see!"