Hold It Until Tomorrow

Chu Qiunan and Ji Bo got up and walked toward the hotel parking lot.

The others went to the front desk and asked the staff for two candles and a deck of cards.

The noisy tourists from earlier didn't say much more either.

The power outage was mainly due to circuit maintenance, resulting in a large-scale blackout. Seeing that making a fuss was useless, those tourists had no choice but to return to their rooms in a huff.

After getting the candles and cards, Su Yang and the group went to the elevator lobby.

The hotel elevators had backup power, so they could operate normally for a short time after a blackout.

Taking advantage of the remaining power, everyone took the elevator back to the seventh floor.

When the elevator doors opened, they were greeted by a pitch-black corridor. Except for the faint green light of an exit sign in the far corner that hadn't completely gone out, they couldn't see anything.

However, the sign probably hadn't been maintained for a while. The green light inside flickered, and combined with the pitch-black environment, it gave off a somewhat eerie feeling at first glance.

"Why does it feel a bit creepy?" Meng Qianyu ran to Su Yang's side, grabbed his hand, and peeked out.

The others turned on their phone flashlights to barely illuminate the area.

Meng Qianyu swallowed hard. "Brother Su Yang, why is this hotel so eerie?"

Su Yang chuckled. "Isn't it always like this during a power outage? It's fine, let's go."

Su Yang took Meng Qianyu and Pan Ning by the hand and led the way, while the others quickly followed.

At this moment, there was no sound coming from the other rooms on both sides of the corridor. The doors were tightly shut, making it seem as if no one was staying there.

Everyone suddenly had the illusion that they had stepped into an abandoned hotel.

"It is a bit creepy," Zhang Ziming turned his head and looked around, and the group unconsciously huddled closer together.

"It's fine, it's just a power outage. Why are you all such scaredy-cats? Hurry up." Walking in front, Su Yang quickly brought everyone to the door of the suite he shared with Pan Ning.

He took out his room card, opened the door, and said, "Please come in."

Everyone quickly walked into the room. The living room didn't look that dark because the balcony curtains were drawn open, and the moonlight outside spilled in, illuminating the space slightly.

However, the moonlight alone wasn't enough to see the room clearly.

Liu Bo walked over to the coffee table, took out a candle, and lit it. The dim yellow flame finally illuminated a small circle around the sofa.

"Finally, some light."

"Yeah, much better."

"Why is everyone standing? Have a seat," Su Yang called out.

Since the suite was only about eighty square meters in total, the living room wasn't very large, and the sofa couldn't accommodate so many people.

Fortunately, there was a rug under the coffee table, so the guys just sat directly on the rug, leaving the sofa for the girls.

After everyone sat down in a circle, Zhang Ziming looked at his phone and shook his head. "Still no signal."

"Stop checking. From the looks of it, the power probably won't come back on tonight."

"No power and no signal is one thing, but the water is also cut off. What are we going to do about using the bathroom?" Liu Bo asked a crucial question.

"Right? No water. If I take a... if I do a number two, how am I supposed to flush?" Zhang Ziming smiled bitterly.

"Hold it in until tomorrow."

"Hold it in? Wait, Old Chu and Xiao Ji went to get the alcohol. There's no water now, and if we drink, we'll definitely need to use the bathroom..."

Hearing Zhang Ziming's words, Meng Qianyu hurriedly said, "Then let's not drink. Otherwise, with so many people using the bathroom and no water to flush... uh."

"Okay, okay, can we drop this topic?" Meng Wenzhou interrupted them. "It's not like we have to drink. If the guys need to use the bathroom, they can use a bottle or find a tree outside. The girls can use the bathroom. Anyway, there are plenty of solutions."

"Hahaha, Brother Meng, that's a good idea, it's just a bit far to run."

"Then what else can we do?"

"Let me go check if the water is really cut off," Su Yang said as he got up, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.

The faucet dripped a few drops of water and then stopped completely. It was indeed cut off.

There should still be some water in the toilet tank, but at most it would only be enough for one or two flushes.

Su Yang shook his head, walked out of the bathroom, looked at the group, and smiled helplessly. "It really is cut off. Let's skip the alcohol."

"Yeah, yeah, let's not drink."

"Then those two made a trip for nothing," Liu Bo laughed.

Just as they were talking, a knock came from outside the room. "Open up, open up!"

"Coming." Su Yang replied and walked over to open the door. He saw Chu Qiunan and Ji Bo each carrying a case of beer, with a large bag of snacks hanging from Ji Bo's right hand.

"Hehe, let's get this party started!" The two walked into the room with bright smiles.

"We can't get it started," Su Yang said as he closed the door.

"What do you mean we can't?"

"The alcohol. We can't drink it."

"Why not?"

"There's no water. How are this many people going to flush after drinking?"

Chu Qiunan stopped in his tracks, holding the beer, and paused. "Uh... that makes sense."

"Damn, doesn't that mean we made a trip for nothing?"

Ji Bo quickly put the beer down on the floor by the door. "Oh man, why didn't I think of that? Made me run all the way for nothing, I'm exhausted."

"It wasn't completely for nothing. At least you thought to grab some snacks."

"But it doesn't feel the same without a few drinks," Chu Qiunan said as he also put his beer down.

At this, Meng Wenzhou smiled. "Are you an alcoholic? Can't we have fun without drinking?"

"Sigh, it's mainly that it's a bit lacking without booze, but it's not like we absolutely have to drink. Fine, fine."

With that, Chu Qiunan walked over to the group, found an empty spot, and sat down on the rug.

Su Yang and Ji Bo also came over and sat down. Ji Bo poured all the snacks from the bag onto the coffee table.

However, no one made a move. They all just stared at the deck of cards on the coffee table, a dozen people looking at each other in silence.

"Come on, can't we play without alcohol?" Meng Wenzhou smiled helplessly, picked up the cards, and opened the box.

"What should we play?"

"Let me think. With so many people, how about Ten and a Half? Or something similar. The loser has to choose Truth or Dare."

"How are we supposed to do a dare when it's pitch-black from the power outage?" Jiang Yuxin asked.

"Uh... then we'll just do truth. It's just to kill time anyway, we can play whatever."

"Wait, I have a suggestion," Liu Bo raised his hand and said.

Everyone turned to look at him. "What suggestion?"

Liu Bo winked at them with a wicked smile. "With such a great atmosphere, why don't we... hehehehehe."

Liu Bo couldn't help but laugh as he said this. The dim yellow candlelight shining on his face, combined with the shadows, made him look a bit like an old pervert.

Meng Wenzhou turned his head and deliberately slapped him on the shoulder. "Hehe my ass. Why are you laughing so creepily?"

Liu Bo looked at Meng Wenzhou innocently. "How is it creepy? Good lord! I meant that with such a great atmosphere, we should tell some ghost stories!"

Meng Wenzhou naturally knew Liu Bo's character. He was just afraid the girls might misunderstand, so he deliberately prompted him to spit it out quickly.

The girls actually hadn't thought much of it, but upon hearing the words "ghost stories," Tang Ziyun immediately recalled the time in Lucheng when she had been scared half to death.

Now with a large-scale power outage, wouldn't telling ghost stories in this kind of environment be even more terrifying?

She said in a slightly trembling voice, "We're telling them again?"

"Hehe, Little Tang, what's there to be afraid of? There are so many of us here."

Although Meng Qianyu was also scared, her curiosity was thoroughly piqued. She looked at Liu Bo and smiled, "I actually really want to hear it, but I am a little scared~"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, but it's still up to everyone. If the majority agrees, we'll play this. If not, we can switch to something else."

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