Seriously, sir? You can even pursue a professor?

It was nearly evening when the event ended, and a group of people said goodbye to each other at the restaurant entrance.

"Waaaaah! Xiaoyu, I can't bear to part with you! How can I live without you!" The sports committee member, who was as strong as a bear, hugged Tang Zheng and burst into tears.

Tang Zheng pushed him away with a dark expression, "Your Xiaoyu is over there."

The evening breeze dispelled the sweltering heat and also sobered her up a bit. Lin Luoxi's steps were a little unsteady. She lagged behind the crowd, watching Tang Zheng talk to the others.

After a while, only a piece of dog skin plaster, Zhao Yihang, remained beside Tang Zheng.

She waited a while longer, and seeing that Zhao Yihang still hadn't left, she hesitated for a moment before walking over.

"Tang Zheng." Her voice was soft, slightly tipsy.

Tang Zheng turned around.

Lin Luoxi looked up at him. "I... feel a little dizzy," she said, gently pressing her temples, her brows furrowed, looking weak and helpless. "Could you... give me a ride?" she asked, looking at him expectantly yet nervously, her fingers tightening slightly.

This might be her last chance. Alcohol gave her courage and an excuse.

Tang Zheng looked at her; under the lamplight, the girl's eyes were almost overflowing with anticipation.

Tang Zheng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, his voice tinged with alcohol, "Cough, I'm also quite dizzy, and things are blurry."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Sun Xiaowen, the "female flying hero" who had once won the school's 5,000-meter championship, who was saying goodbye to another girl.

"Xiaowen!" he called out.

Sun Xiaowen turned her head at the sound, flicking her short, neat hair. "What's wrong?"

"Lin Luoxi said she feels a little dizzy. Since you two are going the same way, could you give her a ride?"

"No problem." Sun Xiaowen readily gave an OK sign.

Lin Luoxi, who was standing next to her, opened her mouth, the words "I want you to deliver it" rolling around in her throat a few times, but in the end she didn't say them.

No matter what, she's just a girl who just graduated from high school, and she has self-respect too.

"Let's go, Luo Xi, I'll take you! I promise you'll be safe!" Sun Xiaowen walked up to Lin Luo Xi, patted her unremarkable chest, and said.

"Well... thank you for your help, Xiaowen." She said softly, the last syllable almost fading into the night wind, and got into a taxi with Sun Xiaowen.

"You two were in love, Zhengzi, how could you be so heartless?" Zhao Yihang, who had been watching the whole thing, said to Tang Zheng as the two women left.

"I love you, grandpa." Tang Zheng glared at him and said irritably.

"I already told you, my uncle is 58 years old this year, his health is not good, and he has diabetes. Zhengzi, please let him go. Here, I'll introduce you to my third uncle. He's only 55 years old this year, and he's in good health. He can eat two bowls of rice in one meal."

Tang Zheng paused for a moment, then asked, "Where's your second uncle?"

"My second uncle is my father, this won't do, I can't let my mother down."

Tang Zheng ignored this talented person and changed the subject, asking him, "What do you think of Sun Xiaowen?"

"What, how is it?" Zhao Yihang asked, somewhat puzzled.

"How about she be your girlfriend? Didn't you two get into the same school?"

"Be my girlfriend?" Zhao Yihang immediately shook his head. "No way, I don't have any feelings for her. She's like a tomboy."

He still remembers that in the second semester of his first year of high school, Sun Xiaowen punched a boy from the next class so hard that his nose almost broke, and the blood flowed like a flood.

"I think she's pretty great. Why don't you consider pursuing her?"

"I won't consider her; she's not my type."

Tang Zheng glanced at him and said, "Watch out, you might get slapped in the face."

"Slap in the face? What a joke! I'm telling you, Zhengzi, I'm putting this out there: if I ever fall for Sun Xiaowen, I'll eat a pound of shit!" Zhao Yihang said confidently, stretching his neck.

"Okay, I hope you're a man of your word." Tang Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more.

"I'm a little hungry, Zhengzi. Let's find a place to get something to eat."

"Eat something? Didn't you just come from a restaurant?"

"I was so busy bragging that I didn't eat much."

Twenty minutes later...

"Let me tell you, Zhengzi, once I get to college, I'll date a girlfriend every year, every semester! I'll date eight in four years!" Zhao Yihang took a big bite of the lamb skewer in his hand and then gulped down a mouthful of beer.

Tang Zheng took a bite of the meat skewer and said, "Stop bragging and let the cow rest for a bit."

As night deepened, Tang Zheng staggered out of the taxi, humming a nonsensical tune, and swayed as he walked into his residential compound.

He drank about three bottles at the restaurant earlier, and then drank another bottle with that kid Zhao Yihang. If this happened in some other regions, he probably wouldn't even be able to sit at the children's table.

But that doesn't mean he has a low alcohol tolerance. This was only his second time drinking alcohol. The last time was when he had a meal at home and drank a bottle of beer. So being able to drink four bottles this time is already quite good.

Moreover, as everyone knows, you might be quite sober right after drinking alcohol, but as time goes by, finding a way home is already a remarkable achievement.

As for Zhao Yihang, he's really good at bragging and can really hold his liquor. His family owns a restaurant, and he's been stealing alcohol since junior high school.

He shakily inserted the key into the lock and turned it twice. With a soft "click," the door opened.

A warm yellow floor lamp was lit in the living room, which was empty except for the sound of running water coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Tang Zheng kicked off his shoes, leaned against the wall, and shakily moved to the sofa. His body went limp, and he slammed heavily onto the sofa with a thud.

Being young is great; you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom gradually subsided.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and Ruan Hongzhuang came out wearing a set of silk black pajamas. Her cheeks were flushed from the recent shower, and a few water droplets still clung to the ends of her hair, exuding a languid and alluring charm.

She casually closed the bathroom door and was about to turn back to her bedroom when she suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a figure huddled under the sofa.

She stopped in her tracks and walked over.

Ruan Hongzhuang came to the sofa and looked at Tang Zheng, who was lying on the ground and reeking of alcohol. She suddenly felt a little tired.

I just finished serving one drunkard, and now another one is coming.

The transition was quite good.

"Wake up, you're not allowed to sleep here." She crouched down and gently patted Tang Zheng's shoulder.

"Hmm..." Tang Zheng lay motionless on the ground, making unconscious muttering sounds.

Ruan Hongzhuang increased the pressure on his hand and pushed him again, "Wake up."

This time, Tang Zheng reacted. He opened his hazy, drunken eyes, his eyelids feeling like lead, and looked towards...

Cute bunny slippers, smooth, fair little feet, and tempting cherry red nail polish...

"These feet... are beautiful," he said unconsciously, his tongue slurring.

Ruan Hongzhuang was silent for a moment, then raised her hand and smacked Tang Zheng on the head. "Get up right now!"

Tang Zheng looked up and asked, "Aunt Ruan, what did you say?"

"I told you to get up."

When Tang Zheng heard the word "get up," his mind went blank for a moment before he realized what it meant. He shook his heavy head and tried to get up by supporting himself on the floor, but the alcohol made his body weak and he slipped as soon as he got up. He fell back onto the carpet.

"Aunt Ruan, could you help me? I can't get up by myself," he said, his words slurred and barely audible unless you listened carefully.

"If you can't get up, then just lie here."

"Hmm, I'm looking at feet here." He strained to keep his eyelids open, staring at the fair, delicate feet in front of him.

Ruan Hongzhuang was silent for a moment, then slapped Tang Zheng on the head.

Tang Zheng felt nothing at all and continued to force himself to keep his eyes open and look at his feet.

Ruan Hongzhuang's eyes twitched slightly, and she reached out to grab his arm. "Get up, let me help you."

"Oh." Tang Zheng braced himself with his hands and legs on the floor, finally managing to stand up, but his steps were still unsteady. As soon as he stood up, he swayed to the side, almost pressing down on Ruan Hongzhuang.

Ruan Hongzhuang turned to the side to steady herself, and used her other hand to support his waist.

"It smells so good." Tang Zheng sniffed, as if he had smelled a very pleasant aroma.

Ruan Hongzhuang didn't say anything, and simply threw him onto the sofa.

"I'm thirsty, I want some water." Tang Zheng made his request as soon as he sat down on the sofa.

Ruan Hongzhuang glanced at him. "Want some water?"

"Mmm." Tang Zheng nodded like an obedient schoolchild. "I want to drink it."

"Then you should say you're a pig."

"You're a pig."

Ruan Hongzhuang: "..."

"Calling me a pig."

"I'm a pig," Tang Zheng said, his tongue slurring.

"Wait here." Ruan Hongzhuang turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Tang Zheng, his eyes still glazed with drunkenness, glanced at Ruan Hongzhuang's departing figure and curled his lip in a smirk.

Ha, woman, she's just trying to make you happy.

He was drunk, not stupid.

A few minutes later, Ruan Hongzhuang came out of the kitchen and handed a water glass to Tang Zheng.

"Drink it."

"Oh." Tang Zheng tilted his head back and opened his mouth.

"Drink it yourself."

Tang Zheng still tilted his head back. "Drink water."

Ruan Hongzhuang looked at him, sat down next to him, and gently pressed the rim of her cup to his lips.

The warm water flowed into my mouth, carrying a sweet taste; it was honey water.

Soon, after drinking a glass of honey water, Tang Zheng's drunkenness seemed to lessen somewhat, but it still left his head feeling swollen and dizzy.

Ruan Hongzhuang placed the cup on the coffee table, took a tissue from the tissue box, wiped the water stains from his mouth, and threw it into the trash can.

Tang Zheng looked at him and said, "Aunt Ruan, you're so kind to me. I want to repay you."

Ruan Hongzhuang glanced at him. "How will you repay me?"

"I'll...give you a shoulder massage."

"No."

"No, you have to press it!"

"Tomorrow, I guess."

If Tang Zheng were conscious, pressing her wouldn't be a problem, since it would actually feel quite comfortable. But given Tang Zheng's current state, she was afraid of giving herself cervical spondylosis.

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are! What needs to be done today must be done today. Aunt Ruan, turn around."

"No need," Ruan Hongzhuang refused again.

Two minutes later...

Ruan Hongzhuang, unable to bear Tang Zheng's nagging any longer, turned her body away.

Tang Zheng placed his hand on Ruan Hongzhuang's shoulder. Through the thin fabric of her pajamas, he could clearly feel the contours of her shoulder and the warmth of her skin. He gently massaged her shoulder.

"How's the pressure, Aunt Ruan?"

"Hmm." Ruan Hongzhuang squinted her eyes slightly, feeling the comfort coming from her shoulder. She had been reading for a long time today, and her shoulder was indeed a little uncomfortable.

As Tang Zheng pressed his hand, he seemed to remember something. Reeking of alcohol and somewhat angrily, he said, "Aunt Ruan, do you remember when I was six years old, you tricked me into eating lemons?"

Ruan Hongzhuang paused for a moment, then said, "I don't remember."

"When I was in elementary school, I was sick once, and you crushed my pills for me to take, saying it would make me better quickly. Do you remember?"

Ruan Hongzhuang paused again, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes.

"And when I was eight years old, you lied to me and said my little turtle died, which made me cry for a long time."

"besides……"

Fueled by alcohol, Tang Zheng launched a full-scale attack on Aunt Ruan.

"Aunt Ruan, why do you like to bully me so much?"

Ruan Hongzhuang remained silent, not uttering a single word.

Mainly because Tang Zheng had a bit of baby fat back then, he was incredibly cute, and even cuter when he cried, and then...

She couldn't help herself.

"I wish I could tease you a little sometime."

Tang Zheng, speaking with a thick tongue, grabbed Ruan Hongzhuang's delicate, fair ear.

Ruan Hongzhuang's delicate body trembled, and her lips unconsciously pursed together. "Let go."

"I won't let go." Tang Zheng said, and with his other hand, he grabbed Ruan Hongzhuang's other ear with lightning speed. "It's cold, let me warm your ears, Aunt Ruan."

A moment later...

The two poles reversed.

"It hurts, Aunt Ruan, please let go!" Tang Zheng begged for mercy, covering his ears.

"Can you be honest for once?"

"able."

"Are you still going to act crazy while drunk?"

"I'm not acting drunk; I'm seeking justice for the people."

Seeing this, Ruan Hongzhuang intensified her efforts.

"I'm impressed," Tang Zheng said succinctly.

Ruan Hongzhuang loosened her grip.

"Aunt Ruan, do you know?" Tang Zheng looked at her, slightly drunk, then suddenly became serious and asked earnestly, though his speech was a little slurred.

Ruan Hongzhuang looked at him, "What?"

"It's nothing." Tang Zheng stood up and staggered towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower, Aunt Ruan."

Ruan Hongzhuang watched his departing figure before slowly withdrawing her gaze.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door was pushed open a crack.

"Aunt Ruan, are you there?"

Ruan Hongzhuang looked up towards the restroom. "What?"

"Um... I forgot my clothes. Could you go to my bedroom and get me an outfit? Just grab anything from the closet."

"Hmm." Ruan Hongzhuang put down her book, got up, and walked towards his bedroom.

Soon, Ruan Hongzhuang returned to the living room and arrived at the bathroom door.

"Come and get your clothes."

"Oh." After a moment, Tang Zheng reached out and took the clothes. Hmm? Why did he take the underwear too?

Tang Zheng looked at the boxer shorts in his hand and suddenly remembered the drawer next to where he kept his underwear, the ones he treasured...

"that……"

"Don't worry, I didn't touch your books, but you should try to read less of those kinds of books; they're not good for your mind and body."

Ruan Hongzhuang's magnetic and calm voice came from outside the restroom, followed by the sound of footsteps leaving.

Tang Zheng's expression froze, and he slapped his forehead hard.

His illustrious reputation!