Hearing this, Su Yang was taken aback. He thought to himself, "Hey! You don't want the chance, right? Fine, fine, fine. Then don't blame me!"
"What about you?" Su Yang looked at Gu Xiaoman and asked.
"Me? What about me?" Gu Xiaoman leaned back in the chair and shook her head, trying to sober herself up.
"I'm asking if you want to go home?"
"No! I won't go home until I'm drunk!"
"You're not going home either, right? Then aren't you going to work tomorrow?"
"No. I'm... off tomorrow. Hehe." Gu Xiaoman said, curling her lips into a smile.
"Okay, then I'll drink with you guys to the end today. Waiter! Bring more drinks!"
...
Another hour passed. Zhao Mengrou and Gu Xiaoman went to the restroom one after another and vomited violently.
After coming back, they slumped in their chairs and fell into a deep sleep.
However, Su Yang wasn't in much better shape. He hadn't drunk alcohol for a long time, and his alcohol tolerance had declined significantly.
Most of the last pitcher of wine was drunk by him alone.
At this moment, he saw double when looking at the two girls across from him.
He shook his head vigorously to stay awake. Although he was very dizzy, he could still walk to some extent.
He stood up unsteadily and walked to the restroom, where he vomited out all the alcohol he had just drunk.
Then he went to the sink, propped his hands on the counter, and looked at himself in the mirror.
At this time, his brain was numb. There were two of himself in the mirror, and he couldn't make out what the song playing outside was about with his ears.
"I can't drink like this next time. It's so uncomfortable. I wonder if the system has any skills related to drinking. I have to get one then."
As he said, he turned on the faucet, scooped up some cold water, and quickly splashed it on his face. The cold water helped to dissipate some of the alcohol.
Su Yang didn't wipe his face. He let the water stay on it and walked back to his seat to sit down.
He casually picked up the cigarette on the table, lit one, and started smoking.
Looking at the two sleeping girls across from him, Su Yang didn't know what to do for a moment.
He had been to the area where Zhao Mengrou lived during the day, but only to the entrance of the community. He had no idea which building, unit, floor, and room number she lived in.
Now, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to get that information from Zhao Mengrou.
As for Gu Xiaoman, he knew even less about her. They had just met today, and all he knew were her name and age.
Su Yang finished his cigarette, picked up the half - drunk mineral water on the table, took a big gulp, and finally felt a little better. He got up unsteadily and walked to the bar to settle the bill.
After paying, he returned to his seat and sat down, thinking about what to do next.
'It seems I have to get a hotel room. Otherwise, there's really no way.'
'But how can I take the two of them to the hotel?'
Thinking about it, he got up and walked to Gu Xiaoman and Zhao Mengrou, shaking them. Zhao Mengrou was completely out of it, but Gu Xiaoman finally mumbled in a daze after being pushed a few times by Su Yang.
"Ouch... Don't touch me. Who is it!"
"Who else? It's me, Su Yang!"
Gu Xiaoman slowly opened her eyes and looked at Su Yang with a drunken look. "Little Yangyang, what's up?"
Su Yang was speechless. "Come on, let's go home! Can you stand up?"
"Who says I can't stand up..." Gu Xiaoman said and subconsciously propped herself up on the chair and stood up unsteadily.
Seeing this, Su Yang quickly supported her.
"Ouch, my sister. Stand still first."
After Gu Xiaoman steadied herself against the wall, Su Yang shook Zhao Mengrou again. Seeing that she still didn't respond, Su Yang had no choice but to pull her up, then turned around and crouched down slightly to carry Zhao Mengrou on his back.
Zhao Mengrou wasn't heavy. Su Yang's physical fitness had improved a lot, so carrying her was relatively easy.
"Let's go!" He shouted to Gu Xiaoman, who was leaning against the wall.
"Ooh... Okay." Gu Xiaoman mumbled in a daze and walked forward purely out of subconsciousness.
The three of them staggered out of the bar. Su Yang not only had to carry Zhao Mengrou on his back but also had to reach out from time to time to hold onto the tottering Gu Xiaoman.
With great difficulty, they reached the roadside. Su Yang waved down a taxi and then put Zhao Mengrou in the back seat.
Gu Xiaoman beside him was closing her eyes and swaying.
"Get in the car quickly." Su Yang helped her sit next to Zhao Mengrou, and then he sat in the front passenger seat.
"Which hotel are you going to, handsome guy?" The taxi driver glanced at Su Yang and then turned to look at the two beautiful girls in the back seat, smiling.
"How do you know I'm going to a hotel?"
"Hehe, although I'm old, I've been through your age. I know what young people do."
Su Yang turned to the driver and gave him a look that all men would understand.
"Sir, wait for me a moment. I'll book a hotel first."
"Sure~ Take your time."
Su Yang quickly booked a luxury suite in a five - star hotel near Shangyuan Road on the Tuantuan app.
"Go to this Westin Hotel." He showed his phone to the driver.
"Okay. Fasten your seat belts. Safety first." The driver said and stepped on the accelerator, speeding away.
Ten minutes later, Su Yang carried Zhao Mengrou on his back with one hand and held Gu Xiaoman's hand with the other as he walked into the hotel.
He first got the two girls to sit on the sofa in the lounge area and then walked to the front desk.
A beautiful receptionist at the front desk looked at the two girls in the distance, then at Su Yang. After silently complaining in her heart, she asked, "Sir, do you want to check in?"
"I've already booked a room on the Tuantuan app."
"Okay, then please show me the QR code on Tuantuan."
Su Yang took out his phone and scanned it.
Soon, the receptionist checked Su Yang in and handed him a room card.
"Sir, your room is 901."
"Okay. Oh, by the way, could you please call a female staff member to help me with those girls over there? It's not very convenient for me to carry and hold them at the same time."
The receptionist glanced at the lounge area and smiled. "Sure. Tingting, go and help this gentleman."
She said, looking at her colleague beside her.
Tingting nodded with a smile. "Sure thing."
Five minutes later, with the help of the staff member Tingting, Su Yang first carried Zhao Mengrou to one of the rooms and laid her down.
Then he took Gu Xiaoman to another room and put her to bed.
After finishing all this, he was sweating profusely. He looked at Tingting and said politely with a smile, "Well, thank you so much for your help."
"You're welcome. Sir, have a good rest. You can call the front desk customer service at any time if you need anything."
"Okay, thanks."
After Tingting left, Su Yang walked into Zhao Mengrou's room and plopped down on the sofa. He looked at Zhao Mengrou lying on her side with her back to him. Her figure was perfectly curved, with a slender waist and long legs. She was extremely sexy.
Suddenly, he felt parched. He picked up the mineral water on the table, opened it, and drank most of it.
After taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked to the bedside to straighten Zhao Mengrou up.
Just as he was about to cover her with the quilt, Zhao Mengrou suddenly reached out in a daze and grabbed his arm, pulling him down.
Since Su Yang was leaning over, he fell directly on top of her. What happened next will not be described in detail...

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.