Mind-Blowing Just to Think About

As everyone ate and played, the sky gradually began to darken.

By eight o'clock in the evening, the barbecue on the table was almost impossible to see clearly.

"It's getting dark soon. Are there streetlights by the road?" Meng Wenzhou tilted his head and looked toward the roadside.

Just as he spoke, the streetlights on the sidewalk lit up one by one.

However, these streetlights weren't very bright to begin with. Plus, they were sitting closer to the lake, about ten meters away from the sidewalk, so the light simply couldn't reach them.

"I think I forgot to buy an outdoor lamp," Su Yang said after a moment's thought.

"What about the lamp you took on your road trip before?" Pan Ning asked.

"I left that in the villa; I didn't bring it up."

"Wait, I have an idea!" Zhang Ziming stood up with a smile.

"What idea?" everyone looked at him and asked.

"Borrow one!"

"Oh right, the place where we borrowed the barbecue grill earlier had one. We should have just borrowed everything at once," Meng Wenzhou said.

"No worries, I'll go make another trip." Zhang Ziming stepped out and ran toward the house not far next to Su Yang's.

A few minutes later, he jogged back carrying a large black sack.

"Here we go!"

"Does it need to be plugged in?" Liu Bo looked at Zhang Ziming and asked.

"No, this one is rechargeable. We'll just charge it fully after we're done tonight and return it tomorrow."

"OK, OK. With light, we can keep going."

Zhang Ziming opened the bag, took out the lamp, and found a suitable spot to set it up.

With a click, he pressed the switch, and the area around the barbecue was instantly as bright as day.

"Damn!! This lamp is awesome. It feels brighter than my car headlights," Liu Bo said in surprise.

"Haha, not bad, right? With this, we can take our time. He said it can last four or five hours on a full charge."

"That's plenty. Let's keep going!"

With the light illuminating the area, everyone resumed playing.

After several rounds of finger-guessing games, Gu Xiaoman suggested switching games.

They started playing classic drinking games like Skip the Seven and Visit the Three Gardens.

These reflex-testing games easily led to mistakes. Those with slightly slower reactions ended up downing two or three bottles of beer in a row.

Time flew by while playing games. Before they knew it, two hours had passed, and a lot of beer had been consumed.

By now, the barbecue on the table had long been cleared out. Su Yang and Meng Wenzhou went to grill another batch to replenish the supply.

Once the new barbecue was served, Zhang Ziming suggested playing I Have, You Don't.

Meng Wenzhou shook his head and said, "This game isn't suitable for a large group."

"It's fine. Our two teams will send out two people each time. Whichever side loses first, their team drinks."

"That works too. Those with lower alcohol tolerance can take a breather."

"Exactly. I figured this way, the people who were drinking continuously just now can rest and catch their breath."

"Sure, so it's like our two sides each send out two representatives to battle. But for the losing side, do those two drink alone, or does the whole team drink?"

Zhang Ziming laughed, "The whole team drinks, of course." After saying that, he turned and glanced at the others. "No objections, right?"

"None." Everyone shook their heads.

"OK, let's play this for a bit. I'll go first. Who from our team is with me?" Zhang Ziming turned to look at Liu Bo and the others.

Seeing this, Liu Bo smiled, "Then it'll be me and you. I'm crazy good at this game."

"Oh, really? Then you'd better bring your A-game later. Yangyang, what about you guys? Who are you sending?"

Su Yang said while eating a skewer, "Me and Anquan."

"Alright, let's keep it related to daily life. Otherwise, the scope is too broad," Zhang Ziming smiled.

"OK, bring it on. Who starts?"

"You guys first. Hold up five fingers. It's an honor system, if you've done it, you've done it; if not, you haven't. Those who haven't done it voluntarily put down one finger."

"Alright, let's go. Anquan, you say one first."

Song Anquan looked up, thought for a moment, then held up his hand and looked at the others, saying a bit shyly, "Can we really say anything related to life?"

"Yeah. As long as it's something you think you've done but others haven't, you can say it."

"Okay, but it might be a bit gross. We're eating right now, so I don't know if it's appropriate to say."

Liu Bo waved his hand and laughed, "Gross is exactly what we need! Otherwise, wouldn't everyone have done it? Haha, right guys?"

"Yeah, Fatty, don't overthink it. Say whatever you want to say," Gu Xiaoman smiled.

"Alright then, here I go." Song Anquan looked at Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming and said, "When I was a kid, I blew up poop with firecrackers."

As soon as he said this, Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming exchanged a look. Zhang Ziming rubbed his head and gave Song Anquan a thumbs up: "You're a badass!"

After saying that, Zhang Ziming put down one finger.

Seeing this, Liu Bo was stunned. "Wait, bro? You haven't done that?"

"You have?"

"Duh. What little boy hasn't blown up crap? Look, Brother Yang hasn't put his finger down either, right?"

Zhang Ziming scratched his cheek and laughed, "I genuinely haven't. I mean, why would you go blow that up? Did you have nothing else to play with? Just thinking about that scene is explosive!"

"Nonsense, how could blowing up poop with firecrackers not be explosive? Hehe."

"Ugh, alright, alright. Hurry up and move to the next person. Stop repeating it." Meng Qianyu felt like she couldn't eat anymore just thinking about the image.

In reality, young masters and ladies from wealthy, prominent families like Zhang Ziming, Meng Wenzhou, and Meng Qianyu had definitely never played like that.

When they were young, they were either learning piano or studying foreign languages. Even when playing with friends, they were never as wild as ordinary kids.

So, in most cases, the childhood of the rich and the childhood of ordinary people are completely different, two entirely separate worlds.

It's like that reality show where city kids and rural kids swap lives; both sides find it very hard to understand the things the other does.

After Meng Qianyu spoke, Su Yang chimed in, "Alright, my turn. Let me think."

When it was Su Yang's turn, everyone tilted their heads to look at him, their faces full of curiosity, wanting to see what even more badass thing he would come up with.

Su Yang thought of many things, but they were all rather private matters, and he felt it wouldn't be appropriate to say them out loud. So, he thought of something simpler: "I have an eight-pack."

"Holy crap?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ziming and Liu Bo shouted in unison.

"Damn, does that count? Aren't you just bullying people?" Zhang Ziming said helplessly.

At this moment, an image of Su Yang taking a shower inexplicably popped into Xia Li's head. She smiled quietly, "Stop complaining. If you don't have it, put a finger down."

"Did you hear that?" Su Yang winked at Zhang Ziming with a smile.

"Alright, alright, you're ruthless. I'll put it down." Zhang Ziming and Liu Bo silently put down a finger.

After doing so, Liu Bo looked at Song Anquan, who remained completely still, and cried out, "Wait, Lao Song, do you have an eight-pack too?"

"Huh? Oh, oh, my bad, my bad. Hehe, I definitely don't."

"Then why didn't you put a finger down?"

"I thought we were on the same team, so I didn't need to."

"No way, anyone who doesn't have it has to put one down."

"Alrighty, then I'll put one down."