Cultivation Shura Field

"Yeah!"

"Everyone is over eighteen anyway, right?"

"I'm almost nineteen..."

The students responded to each other, and two boys immediately asked the waiter for beer.

Suddenly, Wen Hao next to him patted him on the shoulder and asked, "I haven't had a drink with you yet. How is your drinking capacity?"

Xu Zhe: "I can't drink a little."

Did Song Xingye say that she liked him the last time he called?

"It doesn't matter. Let's drink. The monitor can just replace the wine with tea."

These words made many students laugh silently. Of course, no one laughed or said anything. After all, that seemed too rude, and besides, this guy had been building authority in the class for a long time in junior high school.

A boy asked: "What are you busy with?"

Wen Hao said in surprise: "Why didn't I know you were allergic to alcohol?"

Gao Xuefei casually picked up an unopened bottle of beer and knocked the cap off the bottle with a skillful knock on the edge of the table. He said: "Three glasses are nothing? I will punish myself with one drink!"

Like the other students around him, Xu Zhe raised his head and quickly remembered who this person was - Gao Xuefei. He was the most naughty and mischievous person in the class in junior high school and could be considered a class bully.

He burped loudly and knocked the beer bottle on the table.

Xu Zhe felt that it would be fine if he drank a few drops, but a little more would be dangerous. But when gathering with classmates and friends, there is no option to 'just drink a few drops'. So it is better to find a strong enough reason. Although he was simply too drunk, he said:

"I'm allergic to alcohol and I really can't drink."

At this moment, another tall boy broke in.

Wen Hao: "What do you mean? No matter how bad you drink, you can't drink even a drop, right?"

Gao Xuefei's Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and the liquid level in the bottle dropped rapidly, visible to the naked eye, and then bottomed out.

Gao Xuefei smiled and said: "Selling things! It means selling goods on the street to help the family's business."

"Hello everyone, I'm sorry, I was late because of something."

Everyone can see that the bottle is empty, with only a little foam left hanging on the inner wall.

Xu Zhe: "Because you have never drank with me before. It should be said that I don't know how to drink at all, and I have no chance to tell you."

Today, Gao Xuefei doesn't look like a teenager under 20, but more like a social person who is struggling outside. His skin was dark, wrinkles appeared on his face when he smiled, and his voice was rough.

The person speaking was a girl diagonally opposite. She also wears glasses. Although she can't be said to be very beautiful, she can be regarded as having a pretty face. Xu Zhe took a second look and recognized that this girl was his first deskmate in the first grade of junior high school, Tao Ying.

In front of everyone, Gao Xuefei raised his neck, put the mouth of the bottle to his mouth, and swung it in his hand. A long vortex appeared in the beer bottle, shaped like a tornado.

Another boy shouted: "You are already late, why don't you punish yourself with three drinks?"

But Xu Zhe just put on a gentle and polite smile and didn't think much about it.

Everyone was shocked.

Xu Zhe clapped his hands: "Good job!"

Only then did Gao Xuefei notice him, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "The monitor is here too..."

Xu Zhe: "Let me give you a suggestion, register a Kuaihua account, post videos there, and post this kind of hard work, maybe it will become popular!"

Gao Xuefei looked confused: "What is Quick Claw?"

Xu Zhe: "A short video platform. To be honest, I suggest you give it a try. This is an era of ruthless living."

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After drinking, the atmosphere of the class reunion finally became lively.

Therefore, Xu Zhe, who never drank, seemed a little lonely in this. He took out his mobile phone and saw the message just sent by Song Xingye: [What is harsh work? 】

He replied: [It’s very simple, just some eye-catching behaviors, such as backflips or biting a lighter. 】

Song Xingye: [You said this is an era of cruelty, do you mean that in the future, in order to attract attention, more and more people will do this kind of thing? 】

Xu Zhe: [So smart, as expected of our little Ye Zi. 】

As soon as this message was sent out, he heard the female classmates across from him saying:

"Miss Song, don't you drink?"

"I can not drink……"

"Never drank?"

"Would you like to try it?"

Facing the double-teaming from the girls on both sides, Song Xingye shook his head.

Girls of this age certainly don't know how to persuade people to drink. However, Song Xingye quickly looked down at his phone and sent Xu Zhe another message: [I'm a little curious. 】

Xu Zhe: [What are you curious about? 】

Song Xingye: [What does it feel like to drink? 】

Xu Zhe: [How is your drinking capacity? 】

Song Xingye: [I’ve never had a drink, so of course I don’t know how much I drink. Otherwise, give it a try? 】

Xu Zhe: [Just try it if you like, drink less. 】

Song Xingye put away his phone, raised his head and smiled. Then she whispered a few words to the girl next to her, and soon her classmate opened a bottle of beer for her and handed it to her.

The girl picked up the wine bottle, poured a small amount into the empty glass, and then stopped. Even her movements of pouring wine were as quiet as pouring tea.

Then Song Xingye took a sip of wine and then took another sip.

She put down her wine glass, picked up her cell phone and sent a message to someone: "It doesn't taste good." 】

Xu Zhe: [Yes, I never think wine tastes good either. 】

Song Xingye: [Have you ever drunk it? 】

I drank with Shen Lan in a hotel room, got drunk quickly and didn't know what happened next - of course Xu Zhe couldn't say that.

So he said: [My relatives will drink some during the Chinese New Year, and I have tasted it before. And even if you don’t talk about the taste, just talking about the amount of alcohol, I am not suitable for drinking. 】

Song Xingye: [Are you a bad drinker? Not allergic to alcohol? 】

Xu Zhe: [Yes, actually he has a very poor drinking capacity. The two small bites you just took were enough to make me blush. After drinking your half cup, I will lie down immediately]

Song Xingye: [Is it such an exaggeration? 】

Xu Zhe: [No exaggeration at all. 】

Song Xingye thought for a while, suddenly smiled, and said again: "Then if I change your drink to wine and let you take two sips, will you have sex after drinking?" 】

Xu Zhe: [Based on my personal experience, you cannot have sex when you are drunk. I think those who use alcohol as an excuse to act out are not really drunk. 】

Song Xingye: [So, if I accidentally get drunk, what will you do to me? 】

Seeing this news, Xu Zhe raised his head and looked at her, swallowing subconsciously.

The girl took another sip of beer, her cheeks slightly red. I can't tell if it's because of the alcohol or something else.

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Chapter 413 Is there still a need to cover up Chapter 413 (Additional update for the new leader)

Song Xingye discovered that his drinking capacity might not be good either.

Of course, it wouldn't be enough to drink just one cup, but when the bottle of beer was only half drunk, the girl felt a little dizzy.

Sitting there felt normal, but as long as she shook her head a little, the scene in front of her started to drift.

"Are you drunk?" The person who asked was Tao Ying.

Song Xingye raised his head, glanced at her, and shook his head: "No, I'm just a little dizzy...is this just tipsy?"

Tao Ying said sternly: "You're not tipsy, you're just drunk."

Song Xingye: "No, I'm not drunk!"

The girl next to her said, "She only drank less than half a bottle. How could she be drunk now?"

"It's hard to say, some people just have a very light drinking capacity..."

Song Xingye subconsciously wanted to argue. Can I be considered a very light drinker? There was obviously a person sitting at the table opposite who had a lower drinking capacity!

But before speaking, she reacted. Xu Zhe had used 'alcohol allergy' as an excuse, and he definitely didn't want others to test his drinking capacity. In this case, I shouldn't have said this.

In the past, the logic that could be figured out in the blink of an eye now took Song Xingye a long time to think about. She patted her head. She didn't feel awake, but her vision became even more blurry.

The students in the surrounding circle were quiet.

Amidst the commotion, the girl was still trying to keep her mind clear. She held her forehead and whispered: "Don't call my dad. If it doesn't work, just send me home. There's no need to tell him."

Xu Zhe said calmly: "Because I already know her father."

Some girls were whispering: "I think Song Xingye is more powerful. The squad leader is not an ordinary person now. She has taken all this..."

Another girl suddenly said "Oh!" and asked with a face full of gossip: "Monitor, why do you even have her father's phone number? You two have never met your parents, right?"

Xu Zhe: "I know, let me call a taxi. Or you can call your dad."

Song Xingye wanted to say, "I have it in my phone," but before she could say anything, Xu Zhe replied, "Yes."

But the silence lasted only a few seconds. After a few seconds passed, there was an even more excited cheer:

"You two finally stopped pretending?"

Xu Zhe: "Don't be brave, I'll take you back."

Song Xingye was stunned for a moment, still thinking about maintaining a superficial distance from him, so he asked, "Do you know where my home is?"

Tao Ying asked: "What is the relationship between you two?"

"Awesome, monitor!"

Xu Zhe lifted the girl's chin and asked with a smile: "What's the relationship? Why don't you tell me?"

Xu Zhe stood in front of her, bent down and looked straight at her drunken face, and asked softly: "How do you feel now?"

Not only that, because the two of them had agreed before attending the class reunion to keep a little distance to prevent rumors from spreading among acquaintances, so she did not dare to act like she knew Xu Zhe very well...

Tao Ying next to her suddenly asked: "Do you have her father's number?"

"Has the Flower of the High Mountains in our class finally fallen?"

Song Xingye subconsciously replied: "It's not bad..."

But at this moment, a familiar and delicate face appeared in front of him.

There was no deep consideration in this. She just felt that it would be a bit shameful for her father to know about this situation.

Xu Zhe: "Don't worry, I'll take you back."

Song Xingye nodded and muttered: "You are very stupid. You clearly said not to let others know..."

Xu Zhe guessed the stubborn thoughts in her head and said softly: "I think you are more important than those boring things."

You are more important.

These words, as well as his gentle and slightly magnetic voice, are like some kind of magic medicine. Unfortunately, the effect of this medicine is not to sober up, but to make the girl even more drunk.

Song Xingye finally stopped trying to be brave and simply fell into his arms, murmuring coquettishly: "Take me home..."

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This class reunion has other entertainment arrangements in the afternoon after the lunch.

But Xu Zhe and Song Xingye will not participate.

Amidst the cheers of a group of classmates, Xu Zhe picked her up like a princess.

The booing got louder.

Xu Zhe carried her out of the restaurant and came to the roadside. The classmate next to them stopped a taxi for the two of them.

A girl helped open the back seat door and asked at the same time: "Can your arm bear it?"

"You can bear it, she's quite light." Xu Zhe said with a smile, then hugged Song Xingye and got into the car.