The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 53 What worries could there be?

As night falls, the streetlights twinkle and shimmer.

A black sedan was parked by the roadside, the deep roar of its engine gradually subsiding, and a subtle tranquility permeated the atmosphere inside.

Liu Wuyang, sitting in the driver's seat, slightly raised her chin, her beautiful eyes sweeping out the car window, her gaze landing on a bar not far away.

A zebra-striped sign hangs at the entrance of the bar.

Zebra Bar.

Just from the name, you can tell this is a quiet bar.

"Click."

The car door was pushed open, and long, straight legs stepped out of the car first.

The black stockings were smooth and silky, and a pair of stiletto heels made a crisp clicking sound on the ground.

Liu Wuyang stood by the car and turned slightly to close the car door.

Long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, a gentle night breeze carrying a hint of perfume.

Zhang Muchen leaned against the car door, his gaze unconsciously falling on her legs.

Yang Jie really does wear black stockings all year round.

Won't you be cold wearing this in winter?

He was a little curious, but he didn't intend to ask.

If Liu Wuyang really feels cold and doesn't wear it next time, that would be a big problem.

Ask less and observe more—this is Zhang Muchen's basic principle in life.

Liu Wuyang pushed open the bar door. The wind chimes were gently struck, their crisp metallic sound echoing through the doorway.

There was no deafening music or boisterous noise in the bar.

Only the soft, warm yellow light fell on the wooden tables and chairs, and the whole space was filled with a faint, tipsy smell and the aroma of tobacco.

It's not even 7 p.m. yet, and there aren't many people in the bar.

Most guests sat in twos and threes at the bar or on the sofas by the window, occasionally chatting.

The real peak hours for quiet bars in small county towns are usually after 8 p.m.

That's the time when people finish dinner but don't want to go home, yet can't find any other entertainment venues.

Liu Wuyang found a secluded spot where she could see the main stage clearly and sat down.

The proprietress serving drinks recognized her immediately and smiled.

"coming."

Liu Wuyang nodded slightly: "The same as always, 99 for unlimited drinks."

The proprietress smiled slightly and turned to prepare the drinks.

A beautiful woman like Liu Wuyang would come here for drinks every Saturday night. Over time, the proprietress naturally became familiar with her.

However, as the proprietress turned around, her gaze lingered on Zhang Muchen, who was standing next to Liu Wuyang.

This was the first time she had seen Liu Wuyang bring a man here.

Zhang Muchen seemed to notice the proprietress's gaze, smiled slightly, and nodded at her familiarly.

The proprietress was slightly taken aback, then laughed and didn't ask any more questions.

She has seen all sorts of guests.

What's so strange about a beautiful woman like Liu Wuyang being with a young man?
The main stage of the bar.

A man in his forties sat on a high stool, holding an old guitar in his hands, its tone warm and steady.

Quiet bars are different from noisy nightclubs.

There was no DJ, no dance floor, just a small wooden stage.

The guitarist on stage is both the resident singer and the bar owner.

This is a common setup for a quiet bar.

The owner is in charge of the live music performances, while his wife is in charge of the drinks and cleaning up the tables.

At this moment, the man began to sing "Zebra, Zebra".

The moment this song came out, it instantly clicked.

A small pub, folk songs, a light buzz.

All necessary elements are included.

Liu Wuyang rested her chin on one hand, her eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Zhang Muchen picked up the drinks menu on the table and glanced at it. The bar's main source of income was drinks.

A bottle of Budweiser costs only six yuan in a supermarket, but here it costs twelve yuan, double the price.

Of course, the signature drinks at quiet bars are often not these ordinary bottled beers, but a variety of cocktails.

To be frank, most cocktail recipes are just a random mix of cheap spirits, fruit juice, and sparkling water. Red Bull, given a fancy name, becomes a signature cocktail on the menu.

This is a very common practice in bars.

However, most people who come to the quiet bar are not there to drink, but to escape.

They thought bars with dance floors and rave parties were too noisy.

I felt that other places were too quiet.

I feel the atmosphere at home is too oppressive.

Feeling that your crush on your phone isn't replying to your messages, you want to have a drink, but you're afraid of getting a hangover.

Quiet bar fulfills all of these needs.

However, Zhang Muchen did not have the aforementioned troubles.

He really forgot his keys and couldn't get home.

As a popular guy, I was surrounded by three or four girls.

His only worry was that Xiaoyouzi didn't post enough private photos, or that they weren't revealing enough.

Cough
Zhang Muchen glanced at the drink menu and said to the proprietress who was clearing the table, "I'll also have a 99-yuan all-you-can-drink package."

Upon hearing this, the proprietress smiled slightly and quickly filled the table with bottles of wine that were colorful, some even overly bright.

Zhang Muchen stared at the colorful wine bottles, understanding dawning on his mind.

The drinks in these all-you-can-drink packages are mostly cheap, unknown fruit-flavored wines.

It tastes sweet with a hint of fruitiness at first. But it's a bit stimulating once you swallow it, and the headache from the hangover the next day is even more stimulating.

Zhang Muchen pried open the bottle cap, and the wine had a faint amber luster.

He first filled Liu Wuyang's wine glass, and then filled his own.

As the liquor was slowly poured into the glass, Zhang Muchen spoke unhurriedly: "Sister Yang, have you been having any troubles lately? Do you need to come to a bar for a drink to unwind?"

Liu Wuyang pursed her red lips slightly and did not rush to answer, but instead looked up at him.

Her eyes were exquisitely beautiful, slightly narrow. Combined with a beauty mark under her eye, they exuded a natural languidness and charm.

A moment later, Liu Wuyang chuckled and picked up her wine glass, her fingertips lightly tracing the rim of the glass.

"What else could be causing you trouble? The students are disobedient, that's all teachers worry about, isn't it?"

Zhang Muchen smiled and raised his glass: "Then we'll have to rule out someone who's obedient, sensible, and handsome, right?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Wuyang gave a light snort, then raised her hand to clink glasses with him and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow.

The alcohol content of this liquor isn't particularly high. But for a girl to be able to down it in one gulp shows she has some alcohol tolerance.

Liu Wuyang put down her wine glass, lightly licked the wine from the corner of her mouth with her red lips, a practiced action that seemed almost subconscious.

Zhang Muchen stroked his chin and said quietly, "Sister Yang, you don't actually have nothing on your mind, you're just a drunkard, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Wuyang's gaze shifted slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of reproach.

"There are plenty of worries about being a teacher. Besides, do I look like an alcoholic?"

Zhang Muchen smiled slightly but didn't say much. He simply picked up the wine bottle again and gently poured wine into Liu Wuyang's glass.

The amber-colored liquor slowly poured out of the bottle, reflecting the soft lights of the bar and shimmering with a delicate luster.

"Come on, Sensei, have another drink."

Liu Wuyang glanced at him, and without the slightest hesitation, raised her glass and gently clinked it with his.

She raised her fair chin, her throat bobbing slightly.

The wine slid down her throat. She slowly put down the glass, a faint look of satisfaction flashing in her eyes as she lowered them.

Gee tut.

Zhang Muchen suppressed a laugh and looked at Liu Wuyang with a meaningful gaze.

Sister Yang doesn't seem to have anything bothering her.

He's just a simple-minded drunkard who came here to satisfy his cravings.

(End of this chapter)