Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 85 Three Heroes Battle Lü Bu

In July, the night wind in Shanghai carries the unique fishy dampness and sultry heat of the Huangpu River, sticky and seeping into people's pores.

This time-honored Huaiyang cuisine restaurant on the Bund has a private room named "Listening to the Waves," with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dazzling Oriental Pearl Tower and the endless cruise ships.

The view was superb, and the air conditioning was excellent, but the temperature inside the private room was even more scorching than the sauna-like weather outside.

Seven people at the round table, six different thoughts.

Old Zhang, however, was still arguing with the waiter over the menu, trying to figure out if the "Squirrel Mandarin Fish" could be deboned more thoroughly.

Wang Shuo, this kid, usually seems like a carefree Lu Zhishen, but when it really matters, his survival instinct is off the charts.

As soon as he entered, he stuck to Lao Zhang's left side, claiming he wanted to "learn the secrets of short video operation from Brother Zhang."

The location was brilliantly chosen, with its back against the corner and its side facing the door, allowing for both offense and retreat, and most importantly, perfectly avoiding the "Chu River and Han Border" on the dining table.

Cheng Ming was sitting opposite Lao Zhang, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Diagonally opposite him was Gu Xiao, who appeared to be playing on her phone but was actually glaring at him with piercing eyes.

To the left sat Zhao Yufeng, who exuded a murderous aura.

To her right is Chen Yao, all smiles.

To the side, Lin Yiyi was blinking her big eyes, looking at this and that, holding a phone in her hand, ready to record this "historic moment" at any time.

For tonight's dinner, or rather, to outdo Chen Yao, the "outsider," these ladies clearly pulled out all the stops when they went back to the hotel to change.

Zhao Yufeng wore a dark blue halter-neck mini dress, which made her already healthy tan skin look even more wild and savage.

She leaned back in her chair with a nonchalant air, her long legs casually crossed, exuding a fierce aura that seemed to say, "I'll tear anyone who dares to touch my people apart."

Gu Xiao's style is completely different.

The silk off-the-shoulder top perfectly showcased her delicate, deep-set collarbones and swan-like long neck, her skin dazzlingly white.

The high-slit skirt she wore was even more ingenious; when she sat still, she appeared dignified and elegant, but when she turned slightly to the side, her fair and jade-like legs cascaded out from the slit.

That allure emanating from a cool, aloof demeanor is the most deadly.

Even Lin Yiyi, the naive and sweet girl, changed into a pink off-shoulder dress, making her look all pink and tender!

Although she appears somewhat naive among a group of mature and queenly women, her innocent and pure charm is a unique kind of defensive tower.

This is not a meal.

This is clearly a competition to outshine each other!

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food, the wine had been drunk and the dishes were served.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface of the lake, the undercurrents eventually turned into a raging torrent.

Chen Yao was the first to make a move.

This "demon" who has worked her way up in Shanghai's hosting industry is clearly well-versed in the ways of drinking.

She gently swirled the wine in her glass, the white liquid forming an ambiguous arc on the glass.

"Xiaoming, come on, let me toast you."

When she opened her mouth, her professionally trained broadcasting voice carried an allure, even when she spoke casually.

She leaned towards Cheng Ming, her voluptuous curves almost touching his arm.

"After watching your performance today, I've become a huge fan! If you ever need anything in Shanghai, whether it's resources or—'other things'—just let me know."

That cry of "fangirl" was so poignant, and when the emphasis shifted to the other two words, the final syllable rose, making one's bones melt.

In the shadows cast by the tablecloth, Chen Yao's foot, clad in a black pointed high heel, brushed lightly against Cheng Ming's calf, seemingly unintentionally.

That spot, precisely on the outer side of the shinbone, is the most sensitive muscle group.

With a gentle flick of the shoe tip, it slid up five centimeters along the trouser leg.

His movements were flirtatious, carrying a strong hint and provocation.

A tingling, electric-like sensation ran through Cheng Ming's calves, sending goosebumps up his skin.

I can't help but marvel at this woman; it's as if the word "flirting" is etched into her DNA!

However, Zilong was Zilong after all, and he did not give the Shu Han succubus any chance to fall into depravity.

Before Cheng Ming could respond, Zhao Yufeng made his move.

"Bang!"

The sound of the dispensing device hitting the glass turntable was crisp and jarring.

"Miss Chen, you're too kind. Cheng Ming's voice must be exhausted from the day. I'll drink this for him!"

Zhao Yufeng picked up his own wine dispenser.

That was a two-ounce baijiu glass, filled with 52-proof Feitian Maozi (a type of Chinese liquor).

The words "I'll drink for him" were resounding and carried a tragic and heroic spirit of fighting to the death, giving Chen Yao no chance to react. Zhao Yufeng raised his long neck and his throat moved violently.

Gudong.

Gudong.

That's not drinking water, that's swallowing fire.

The spicy liquid shot down his esophagus like a fire dragon into his stomach, and two blushes appeared on Zhao Yufeng's handsome face, but his eyes shone with a frightening brightness as he stared intently at Chen Yao opposite him.

There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a resolute determination that said, "As long as I live, the tower will stand."

After swallowing the last sip, she slammed the decanter glass down on the table, rim down.

Not a drop of wine was left!

"good!"

Old Zhang, oblivious to everyone else, was still clapping and cheering, looking at Zhao Yufeng with a face full of emotion: "No wonder she's the face of our residential area! That drinking capacity, that loyalty—she's a true heroine! These days, there aren't many young people as righteous as Xiao Zhao!"

Wang Shuo huddled next to Lao Zhang, using the act of eating to hide the twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Loyalty?

Brother Zhang, do you have some misunderstanding about loyalty?

That's murderous intent!

Look at Zhao Yufeng's hand holding the cup. It's only because the restaurant's cups are of good quality; if they were plastic, they would have turned to dust long ago.

"As expected of a heroine, she has an enormous capacity for tolerance."

Chen Yao looked at the empty wine dispenser, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, before her smile deepened.

She didn't sit back down at all.

Instead, fueled by the alcohol, he leaned his upper body forward even more.

The neckline of that black bodycon dress was already rather daring, and now, with her movements, the towering mountains seemed to press directly against the edge of the table, forming an insurmountable chasm.

A scent that blended the fragrance of a mature woman with a rich yet not overpowering perfume forcefully invaded Cheng Ming's breathing space.

"However—"

Chen Yao extended a slender finger and gently tapped the cup in front of Cheng Ming, her fingertip lightly brushing against the back of Cheng Ming's hand.

"Alcohol can be drunk, but this sentiment cannot be replaced."

"Xiaoming, although I'm not a big shot in Shanghai these past few years, I still have some influence in this circle. I genuinely want to make you my friend for tonight's dinner."

Chen Yao's eyes were alluring, and her voice was as charming as the gentle drizzle of Jiangnan.

When she said the word "friends," she deliberately emphasized the pronunciation.

Under the table, the toe suddenly hooked, directly catching Cheng Ming's trouser leg and gently scraping his Achilles tendon.

Cheng Ming shuddered, almost dropping his chopsticks.

Damn it, I was careless and didn't dodge!

Just as Cheng Ming was preparing to fight back and prove himself.

"Click".

A crisp spinning sound rang out.

The plate of braised crab meat lion's head meatballs that was originally facing Cheng Ming and Chen Yao suddenly started to rotate.

A fair, jade-like hand rested steadily on the glass turntable.

Gu Xiao, this ADC has finally returned with full gear, and is now dealing damage at point-blank range.

She was expressionless, her cold face revealing no emotion whatsoever.

As the turntable spun, a plate of steaming hot "Squirrel Fish" came to a precise stop in front of Chen Yao.

The pungent, sweet-sour heat hit Chen Yao's face directly, effectively dissipating much of her perfume scent.

"Miss Chen."

Gu Xiao's voice was cold and clear, like jade striking ice: "This fish is less fishy when eaten hot; once it cools down, it only has a musty smell."