You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Before I could reply again, Zhang Zhengkai's voice rang out beside me: "Pour me a glass too."

"Oh," Xiao Yao said reluctantly, his gaze sweeping over the row of disposable plastic cups. "Which one is yours?"

"She's mine." Zhang Zhengkai put a hand on Xiao Yao's waist, his voice carrying a hint of boastfulness and arrogance.

"What?"

Zhang Zhengkai pointed to one of the cups: "That's mine."

While pouring Zhang Zhengkai a drink, Xiao Yao casually asked, "What's that... game console you're playing?"

"GBA? Don't you have one?" Zhang Zhengkai glanced at Xiao Yao.

“Yes, of course,” Xiao Yao said. “What game is it?”

"The Royal Knights," Zhang Zhengkai introduced, "This is me, Lancelot." He pointed to a three-headed, white-haired, center-parted figure on the screen as he introduced himself.

"Lancelot is good," Xiao Yao replied casually.

At that moment, the song "Mice Love Rice" had just finished playing.

"Tch!" Afei roared.

Immediately afterwards, a melody that Xiao Yao was very familiar with began to play in the private room.

"The Sorrows of Young Werther?" Afei exclaimed. "Whose song is that?"

No one answered.

"Nobody's ordering, let's cut it." The fat man leaned over to press the cut song button.

“I ordered it,” Xiao Yao said loudly.

He straightened up, took the microphone from the fat man, and cleared his throat.

“one two three four five——

My mom and dad love me very much.

My exam results were also good;

I have never been short of change.

But why am I not happy?

I will graduate from a good university.

I have a good job.

Living a wealthy, ideal life

But why am I just not happy?

As Xiao Yao sang, he observed the audience's reaction—and he had to admit, the atmosphere made him extremely embarrassed.

Perhaps because he was relatively unknown in the industry, and because he was singing obscure songs that no one had ever heard before, people were whispering and laughing.

Saying "whispering" and "grotesque laughter" would be a bit subjective. The truth is that some people were leaning back on the sofa pretending to be asleep, some were playing with their phones, Zhang Zhengkai was still playing with his Lancelot, some were talking to each other quietly, and a few people had a half-smile on their faces under the eerie lighting of the KTV.

In short, it makes people lose motivation to sing.

Just as Xiao Yao was about to call out "Change the song" in despair, Zhang Zhengkai suddenly put down his GBA, took another microphone from someone else, and stood up:

"I'm no longer at the age to play games."

I think I should become more sensible.

But why am I unhappy?

But why am I not happy?

Those toys should have been thrown away long ago.

I think I should mature.

But why am I unhappy?

But why am I just not happy?

Xiao Yao and Zhang Zhengkai chorused, "But why am I just not happy?! Why am I just not happy?"

"You can do that too?" Xiao Yao nodded at Zhang Zhengkai.

“That’s for sure,” Zhang Zhengkai said.

Zhang Zhengkai received vastly different treatment for the same song.

The boys laughed and cheered, clapping along to the beat for the two of them.

When the music ended, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and whistles.

"Young Master Zhang certainly has excellent taste," the fat man complimented. "Both of you sing very well."

Zhang Zhengkai made a gun gesture towards the fat man and then snapped his fingers.

Next came the songs requested by others. After more than a dozen songs, they were no longer satisfied with just singing. Some started playing games like bragging, dice rolling, and drinking, while others played poker.

Huh? What happened to not selling alcoholic beverages?

Someone next to me handed me a few playing cards.

"What?" Xiao Yao was completely confused.

"Draw one." The man's speech was somewhat slurred, as if he had been drinking too much.

He casually picked up the top card—it was the King of Hearts, and the Charlemagne on it had no beard, just like himself.

The back of a playing card features a scoreboard, a measuring tape, an eye, and the letter "G".

That eye seemed to be staring intently at me, which was a little creepy.

Chapter 384 I Am the King

2023-11-18

He casually picked up the top card—it was the King of Hearts, and the Charlemagne on it had no beard, just like himself.

The back of a playing card features a scoreboard, a measuring tape, an eye, and the letter "G".

That eye seemed to be staring intently at me, which was a little creepy.

"Did you all get them?" Zhang Zhengkai swayed and shouted, as if he had drunk quite a bit.

After receiving affirmative answers from everyone, Zhang Zhengkai asked who had drawn the King of Spades.

"Me." Xiao Yao raised his hand.

"Alright! You are the king of this round!" Zhang Zhengkai announced.

"What does the king mean?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled.

"You've never even played the King's Game before?" Zhang Zhengkai pursed his lips as he explained the rules of the game to Xiao Yao.

"Anything is fine?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Anything is fine!" Zhang Zhengkai exclaimed excitedly. "Use your imagination!"

"Uh……"

"Don't listen to him," Shen Jie's voice was slightly tipsy. "That's enough. It's just for fun. Don't embarrass everyone."

"Hmm..." Xiao Yao was still a little confused: "Then J and 7, the two of you... do three push-ups together?"

The crowd started to jeer, finding it boring, and demanded that the king give a different order.

"Then..." Xiao Yao scratched his head, "What should we change it to?"

"Give me a hug?" Zhang Zhengkai suggested.

“J and 7, give each other a hug,” Xiao Yao said.

The person who drew the "J" in the deck of cards was the birthday girl, Zhou Xiaoying, while the person who drew the "7" was her chubby boyfriend.

Amidst the boos and jeers of the crowd, the young couple embraced each other openly and tightly, with the fat man even kissing Xiaoying on the cheek.

The next round of the game is about to begin. This time, a girl drew the King, and her command is to let the Queen ride on the shoulders of the Three.

Both of the infected individuals were male, but Q was much more muscular than 3, making the visual impact quite striking.

Amidst the girls' cheers and jeers, the petite 3 sat on the floor under the sofa, while the muscular Q sat on the sofa with his legs draped over his shoulders, which could be considered as "riding" him for a moment.

The next "KING" command was a lap pillow, which happened to be given to a man and a woman, pushing the atmosphere on the field to a climax.

Xiao Yao became excited again; this game was really fun.

A young girl reluctantly took off her Adidas sneakers, poured a half-finished Coke into them, and then slipped her feet, which were encased in white cotton socks, into the shoes.

That's a bit too mean—Xiao Yao's Adam's apple bobbed, regretting that he wasn't wearing his glasses today.

In the next round, Xiao Yao was chosen by the king, and the task was to have another person sit on his lap.

That person was the leader who had been chatting with Afei about "can we order some guys to keep us company" when they first entered the private room—she seemed to be the girl who had nudged Xiao Yao's ribs with her elbow earlier.

The woman wasn't shy at all. Before Xiao Yao could react, she strode over, plopped down on him, wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted her legs off the ground, and tilted her head back.

Xiao Yao felt a sudden weight on his body, and then the faint fragrance of the girl's soft hair immediately filled his nostrils.