Soul Patch

Chapter 63 continues the second half

After a hearty meal and drinks, Wenjie listened to the three of them bragging and occasionally chuckled in agreement.

Reeking of alcohol, Bai Yu slumped in his chair, resting his head on his clasped wrists...

Wenjie turned his head to look at Bai Yu, who was slightly tipsy. He had no idea about Bai Yu's alcohol tolerance, but judging from his appearance, he was a bit drunk.

Zhang Yang kept toasting Bai Yu.

Wenjie had shielded Bai Yu from a few drinks, and after a while, he was also a little dizzy. Looking at Zhang Yang's wobbly, double-eyed wine glass in front of him, he waved his hand dismissively.

"No more drinking, no more drinking, that's too much, really too much. Let's go, we have to go to work tomorrow!"

As she spoke, she helped Bai Yu up.

"It hasn't even started yet, why are you backing out?"

The eldest brother stood up and walked past Zhang Yang, staggering towards Wenjie.

When they were still half a step apart, he threw himself on top of Wenjie, his strong smell of alcohol hitting Wenjie's face:

"Come on, it's my treat today, no one can refuse."

"it is good!"

Bai Yu, who was lying on the chair, loudly echoed.

Judging from this, Bai Yu is definitely not leaving.

If Wenjie leaves now, all the drinking he did at the dinner party will be for nothing.

Wenjie felt a burning sensation in his stomach and a wave of dizziness; the food he had eaten began to churn upwards.

Wenjie couldn't help but gag a few times. Bai Yu, Zhang Yang, and the boss exchanged glances.

Bai Yu winked at Zhang Yang and deliberately said:

"Wenjie can't hold his liquor. Why don't we let him go back first? I'll stay with you all, and we can continue with the next round?"

"That won't do! It's not easy for the whole dorm to get together. Bai Yu and Wen Jie wouldn't do something so disappointing. You're underestimating them!"

Zhang Yang slammed his fist on the table and glared at everyone, making it sound very convincing.

"Fine, never mind!"

The two of them kept talking in unison, and Wenjie had no choice but to go with them to a bar called Night Romance.

The boss was very extravagant; he booked a VIP room at Night Romance, which had a minimum charge of 3000 yuan. Right in front of them was the main stage, and the resident band seemed to be performing especially for them.

The waiters on the bar street can recognize which type of customer is a big spender.

The commission from drinks sold in the restaurant's private dining area for one night was quite substantial. The waiters were all smiles, looking at them as if they were seeing red banknotes.

The waiter approached us with great enthusiasm and flattery, offering water and fruit platters.

The surrounding area is mostly small round tables and tea seats, with two or three people sitting around the tables. The tea seat area has rows of long tables on the outer side, with high stools next to the long tables, and it is estimated that seven or eight people can sit on one side.

Not long after Wenjie and his group sat down, the coffee table in front of them was filled with various tea snacks and drinks.

He glanced at it briefly; there were several amber-colored bottles of cocktails with foreign names, and a dozen or so bottles of beer, Sprite, iced tea, and the like.

He felt dizzy, as if a bunch of bottles were spinning. The bartender was not far away, and he waved to him. The bartender immediately leaned over.

Where is the restroom?

Wenjie asked, rubbing his temples.

"what?"

I meant the restroom!

Wenjie had no choice but to shout in a rough voice.

But the sound was immediately drowned out by the noise of the bar.

"Oh...the restroom."

The waiter straightened up and pointed to his right.

Following the direction he pointed, Wenjie indeed saw a crystal glass sign hanging above the corridor, with the words "WC" glowing green.

He thanked the waiter, nodded to Bai Yu, and pointed to the restroom sign.

Wenjie felt nauseous and his stomach was churning. He leaned against the toilet in his cubicle and vomited violently.

He felt like he was going to vomit his guts out; his mouth was filled with the mixed taste of food and alcohol, and snot and tears were streaming down his face. He looked as pathetic as could be.

He rinsed his mouth under the sink tap and washed his face, feeling refreshed.

Looking up at the mirror above the sink, a young face reflected there, the helplessness and disorientation of someone hiding in a bar's restroom vividly displayed on that face.

He tried to smile at himself in the mirror, but the smile looked worse than a cry.

Full of courage, Wenjie went to the bathroom. As soon as he opened the door, a powerful bass sound seemed to pour directly into his eardrums.

He was stunned. He rubbed his ears and swallowed a few times before his ears adjusted to the intensity of the music.

It's unclear who ordered the first song from Heilongjiang, but the bar has become a giant concert venue.

Everyone sang and danced like crazy, and some of them even ripped open their clothes and threw them at the people next to them while dancing.

Everywhere you look, there are men and women dancing wildly, making Wenjie wonder if he's walked into a disco.

He could no longer see the private booth he had just arrived at. He weaved through the swaying crowd, struggling toward the booth.

Suddenly, he was grabbed by a pair of strong hands and his body fell backward violently.

He then collapsed onto someone's body; it was Bai Yu.

Bai Yu leaned close to Wen Jie's ear and whispered, "This is Xixi, a beautiful girl I just met!"

"What? Who?"

Wenjie suspected he was going deaf; he could clearly see Bai Yu shouting with his mouth wide open, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Could it be...

Wenjie's puzzled expression instantly turned into shock. Could it be Xixi?

He glanced at Bai Yu's side; she had a delicate oval face, double eyelids like ginkgo leaves, and long hair that fell straight down to her waist...

It was the girl who was with Wenjie at the Ghost Street Yansha Outlet Mall.

Who else could it be but Sissi?

Wenjie grabbed Bai Yu and pulled him over, shouting at him:

"You know Xixi too? I do. I met her and her husband when I was doing research. Her husband's name is Zhang Xiaojun."

"Zhang Xiaojun didn't come today?"

Wenjie pretended to be familiar with the girl named Xixi and struck up a conversation with her.

"...I don't know you! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Sisi looked unhappy, turned her head to the side, and put her arm between Bai Yu's arms:

"Come on, let's go dancing. We're all here to have fun..."

The music was too loud, and Sisi's voice was so soft and weak that neither of them could hear what she was saying.

Even if he couldn't hear clearly, Bai Yu could guess what Qianqian wanted to say. She was simply telling him to ignore those things and that having fun was the most important thing.

Bai Yu smiled at Wen Jie and continued dancing with Qianqian.

However, his gaze toward Sisi seemed somewhat indifferent.

As Wenjie watched Bai Yu dancing happily with Qianqian, he wondered if Bai Yu was also deaf and hadn't heard what he was saying.

He returned to his private booth, dejected, and sat there alone, watching the people who had shed their pretenses and were now wildly unleashing the passion that had been suppressed within them...

Are Bai Yu, Zhang Yang, and the eldest brother still the same three people from their university dormitory?

Or are they still themselves, and have simply become out of place?

(End of this chapter)