Chapter 0645: A Glass of Wine

Originally, Zhao Fusheng planned to eat at home today, but he received a call from Fan Baobao saying that Jiang Wen invited himself and Zhou Yun to dinner, asking if he had time.

Zhao Fusheng wanted to refuse, but Jiang Wen threatened him with the happiness of his latter half of life, declaring that if Zhao Fusheng didn't come, they couldn't even be friends anymore.

Left with no choice, Zhao Fusheng had to sit at this dinner table.

Awkward.

That's right, the dinner table was shrouded in an extremely awkward atmosphere. Between Zhou Yun and Jiang Wen it was awkward, and between Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao, and Zhou Yun it was also awkward. It seemed that except for Jiang Wen, who looked delighted, everyone else was awkward.

Come to think of it, pursuing a girl should be a relatively private matter, but Jiang Wen had turned it into something like a crew dinner party. Whoever it was would feel awkward.

"Um, Zhou Yun, whatever you like to eat, just order it," Jiang Wen said to Zhou Yun, blinking his eyes, as if he too sensed the awkward atmosphere.

Zhou Yun smiled awkwardly. Hearing this, she looked up and glanced at Fan Baobao, clearly asking for help.

Seeing her good friend like this, Fan Baobao naturally wouldn't stand by. She picked up the menu and started ordering dishes, while Zhao Fusheng held back his laughter, controlling himself not to laugh out loud.

There was no helping it; this scene was just too comical.

Jiang Wen didn't have any of the aura of a Best Actor; he looked just like an ordinary man who didn't know how to express his feelings to the girl he liked.

That feeling was very interesting, making people always want to laugh when they saw it.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng suppressing his laughter, Jiang Wen glared at him.

"Nothing, nothing." Zhao Fusheng shook his head like a rattle-drum and said with a smile, "I'm in a good mood. Can't I laugh?"

"Hold it in!"

Jiang Wen said through gritted teeth, while threatening Zhao Fusheng with his eyes, as if to say, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll fight you.

Zhao Fusheng was also smart. He blinked, simply shut his mouth, and said nothing.

Soon, Fan Baobao finished ordering. She lived with Zhou Yun, so naturally she knew Zhou Yun's tastes and what she liked to eat, so she ordered dishes that both she and Zhou Yun loved.

"Want some wine?" Seeing the awkwardness between Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun, Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly in his heart, decided to help them out, and took the lead in suggesting.

"Sure."

Jiang Wen nodded repeatedly, then looked at Zhou Yun and tentatively asked, "Um, would you like a little?"

Zhou Yun hesitated, her gaze turning to Fan Baobao.

At this moment, Fan Baobao made a decision that would make Jiang Wen grateful to her for half his life. She patted her flat chest and said confidently, "It's okay, have a little. After drinking, I'll accompany you back to the dorm."

With her backing, Zhou Yun nodded: "Then I'll have a little."

The group ordered two bottles of baijiu. Yes, it was Fan Baobao's suggestion. Her reason was that drinking too much beer makes you bloated, so it's better to have some baijiu to warm the stomach.

God knows where she heard this heresy, but Zhao Fusheng had no objection, Jiang Wen didn't care either, and Zhou Yun, seeing that none of them said anything, had to nod in agreement.

The biggest difference between beer and baijiu is that with the former, you have to drink a certain amount before getting dizzy, while with the latter, if someone who can't hold their liquor drinks even a single glass, they'll feel woozy.

For example, Fan Baobao, and Zhou Yun.

After one glass of baijiu, Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun completed the transformation from two beautiful girls to two drunk cats.

"Come on, let's have another glass!"

Fan Baobao raised her empty glass and spoke to the air in front of her.

Well, there was no one in front of her.

As for Zhou Yun, she had nearly slid under the table, lying motionless, with none of the boldness she had shown when downing a glass of wine just moments ago.

Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"You didn't know?"

Jiang Wen's face twisted as he looked at Zhao Fusheng, surprised that he didn't know Fan Baobao's drinking capacity.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly: "She didn't drink like this before."

God only knew, Fan Baobao hadn't been like this when drinking beer before; this time, after drinking baijiu, she had transformed.

"And her?" Jiang Wen's gaze lingered on Zhou Yun, then he turned back to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head again: "When we drank before, she never had baijiu."

This was the truth; during previous meals, Zhao Fusheng had never seen Zhou Yun drink baijiu, so when he saw her down a glass just now, he was completely stunned.

Sighing, Jiang Wen said helplessly, "What do we do?"

He hadn't expected a nice dinner date to turn out like this, with the leading lady becoming a drunken cat; the carefully planned itinerary for the rest of the evening was now out of the question.

Originally, Jiang Wen had planned to go singing after dinner to get closer, as a preliminary introduction to Zhou Yun. But now, forget singing—if the two girls could even walk, Jiang Wen would consider it a win.

"Let's go, take them to my place," Zhao Fusheng said after a moment's thought to Jiang Wen.

As things stood, taking them back to the dorm was impossible. The two were so drunk that they might start acting up at any moment. If they caused a scene in the dorm, their roommates might not be able to handle them, so it was better to just take them home.

Two men moving two girls was relatively easy. At this point, they couldn't worry about gender distinctions. Having Zhao Fusheng handle both Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao alone would be easier said than done.

Though reluctant to admit it, Zhao Fusheng had to say that compared to his girlfriend, who clung to him when drunk, Zhou Yun was more cooperative. Jiang Wen supported her and managed to walk to the restaurant entrance with ease.

Fan Baobao, on the other hand, was more troublesome.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Am I pretty?"

"Pretty."

"Who's prettier, me or Mu Qingqing?"

"You are. Huh? How do you know Mu Qingqing?"

"Tan Kaixuan told me."

"That bastard!"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes widened with gritted teeth. He knew it—Tan Kaixuan must have chatted with Fan Baobao a lot during the summer break. No wonder Fan Baobao had once idly browsed through his phone contacts; it was all his doing.

"Carry me," the queen demanded again.

Helplessly sighing, Zhao Fusheng bent down and hoisted Fan Baobao onto his back. Arguing with a creature that bleeds for seven days each month was a mistake in itself, especially when she was drunk.

"Zhao Fusheng, if you dare betray me, I'll bite you off!"

Just then, a murmur reached his ear, making Zhao Fusheng shudder and instinctively clamp his legs together.