You really know how to live life

"Okay, you two are done, so it's our turn. I'll go first." Zhang Ziming was about to continue.

Gu Xiaoman raised her hand at this moment and said, "Let me interject. What you guys have been saying is pretty boring. Let's turn up the intensity a bit~"

"What intensity?" Zhang Ziming asked, stunned.

"You know what I mean~" Gu Xiaoman winked and smiled.

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at her. Zhang Ziming revealed a half-smile, "You sure know how to play, sis."

"It's mainly because what you've been saying is too childish. I believe you guys have some real stories. We're all adults here, don't be shy. Say something interesting to shock us."

"Alright, alright, here I go." Zhang Ziming, who only had three fingers left up, rolled his eyes and shouted, "I ate poop when I was a kid!!"

"What??"

As soon as Zhang Ziming said this, everyone else showed a shocked expression.

Su Yang frowned and laughed, "You had that kind of fetish when you were a kid?"

"So after all that, the reason you didn't blow up poop with firecrackers was that you were saving it to enjoy yourself?" Meng Wenzhou said.

"Pfft!!"

"Hahahaha!!"

As Meng Wenzhou's words fell, the whole audience burst into laughter. Ji Bo laughed so hard he curled up, "Cough, cough!! Hahaha, holy crap, that's too funny!! Saving it to enjoy yourself!"

Seeing everyone laughing wildly, Zhang Ziming immediately explained, "It's not what you think! Don't I have a younger cousin? When I was a kid, I was holding him up playing, and he suddenly squirted it right into my mouth. I was forced to eat it."

"Pfft!! Ziming, stop explaining. The more you explain, the funnier it gets."

Shen Yixue, Zhang Ziming's ex-girlfriend, said with a face full of disgust, "Were you that gross when you were a kid? Liking that stuff..."

"No, I really didn't do it on purpose. Who would eat that out of boredom..." Before Zhang Ziming could finish speaking, he saw that Su Yang and Liu Bo had both put down a finger, but Song Anquan hadn't.

"Lao Song, you've eaten it too?"

Song Anquan nodded a bit shyly, "Uh... I didn't know any better when I was a kid, so I tasted it once..."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoyan, Song Anquan's wife, lowered her head, her face completely red. Her own husband had actually eaten crap, who could handle that...

"Holy crap, you guys really love this stuff, either blowing it up or eating it. You just can't get past it, can you?" Ji Bo said while laughing.

At this moment, all the girls had expressions of both disgust and surprise.

"Are you boys really that curious?" Xia Li asked, stunned.

"We're just being honest. I don't believe that out of all you girls, none of you have ever tasted it," Zhang Ziming said defiantly.

"I really haven't..."

"Alright, alright, let's skip this topic. It's Fatty's turn," Su Yang shouted, looking at Liu Bo.

"Okay, okay, I'll go. Let's stop talking about poop."

After everyone had laughed enough, Liu Bo picked up his beer, took a sip, and said, "I... um... I... um."

"What are you umming and ahing for? Just say it!" Meng Wenzhou patted Liu Bo.

"I, uh..." Liu Bo lowered his head, scratched his nose, and said vaguely, "I, uh, in high school... banana... peel."

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then Gu Xiaoman was the first to react.

She tilted her head to look at Liu Bo and confirmed, "Uh... is it what I think it means?"

Liu Bo nodded and smiled, "Probably."

"Holy shit?!! You're pretty badass, Fatty!!"

Hearing this, Xia Li, Zhao Mengrou, Su Yang, Meng Wenzhou, and the others also caught on.

"Damn! Fatty, you've really got some tricks up your sleeve. To think you actually thought of using a banana peel... How come I didn't think of that?"

Su Yang's facial muscles hurt a bit from laughing. He tilted his head and said, "Haha, Old Meng, regretting it now?"

"No? What does it actually mean?" Seeing everyone discussing it, Jiang Mengyun, Meng Qianyu, and the others, their heads full of question marks, pulled Gu Xiaoman to ask.

After Gu Xiaoman leaned in and whispered a few words to Jiang Mengyun, a blush visibly spread across Jiang Mengyun's face.

"Quick, quick, tell me," Meng Qianyu asked, pulling Jiang Mengyun.

Jiang Mengyun then told Meng Qianyu, and Meng Qianyu immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, "Ugh, you boys are so annoying!!"

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad. The intensity is ramping up," Gu Xiaoman laughed toward Su Yang and the other three.

"Did you guys put your fingers down?" Liu Bo looked at Su Yang and Song Anquan.

"You're crazy. I definitely haven't done that, I concede." Su Yang said as he bent down a finger, and Song Anquan followed suit and bent one down too.

Zhang Ziming, who was on the side, still had three fingers up. Seeing this, Meng Wenzhou shouted, "Ziming, what are you doing? Why do you still have three fingers up?"

"Wait!! Don't tell me you also..." Meng Wenzhou opened his mouth wide.

Zhang Ziming poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and smacked his lips, "Hehe, I'm pretty similar to him, just that my tool was different, but it's the same idea, so of course I'm not putting a finger down."

"What was your tool?"

"I'm not going to say, but anyway, I've done it too! And it was probably better to use than his tool."

"Badass, you're all badass!" Meng Wenzhou gave a thumbs up.

"You guys have really lived!"

By now, everyone present understood what it meant. Several thin-skinned girls pretended not to hear and just lowered their heads to eat their food.

"Anquan, it's your turn, keep going," Su Yang called out.

"Okay."

The four of them continued the game. Soon, all of Zhang Ziming's fingers were put down, and after another round, Song Anquan followed closely behind.

Only Su Yang and Liu Bo were left. At this point, both of them only had one finger remaining, and it was Su Yang's turn to speak.

He thought for a moment before saying, "I was hit by a motorcycle when I was a kid."

"Damn? Hit by a motorcycle?" Liu Bo said, stunned.

"Yeah, one of my legs was even crippled for two months."

"You're kidding! Well, I haven't, I lose." Liu Bo helplessly put down his last finger.

Seeing this, Shen Yixue laughed loudly, "Haha, you guys are completely wiped out, time to drink, drink up."

"Drink it is, I'm thirsty anyway. Come on, everyone fill up your glasses, let's have a toast." Liu Bo turned around and had a drink with Pan Ning and the others.

After that, both sides each sent out two representatives to play the game, and the laughter continued until 11:30 at night.

By this time, everyone had long since eaten and drunk their fill. Lu Yun, Su Qingci, Xia Zhiyu, and the others, who had average alcohol tolerances, already had completely red faces from drinking.

The game paused. Su Yang looked at Lu Yun and the others and called out, "Little Lu, Little Su, if you can't drink anymore, don't force yourselves. I see your faces are all red. How about you go inside, sing some songs, eat some fruit, and rest for a bit."

"Yeah, any of you girls who can't drink should just go back inside to hang out. There are quite a few mosquitoes out here now," Meng Wenzhou chimed in.

Hearing Su Yang and Meng Wenzhou both say this, Lu Yun and the others nodded and smiled, "Alright then, it's mainly because we really can't drink anymore. We'll go back inside to rest for a while."

"Okay, go ahead. Yixue, Qianyu, you guys go back too, and while you're at it, turn on the karaoke machine for everyone to sing."

"Alright, you drunks take your time drinking, we're heading back inside first."

Shen Yixue said this as she and Meng Qianyu stood up, bringing Lu Yun and the others along as they walked toward the courtyard.

Quite a few people left at that point, but not a single one of the guys departed. As for the girls, only the ones who could hold their liquor remained: Pan Ning, Xia Li, Gu Xiaoman, Zhao Mengrou, Jiang Mengyun, and Zhong Qing.

Even though more than half the crowd was gone, the lively atmosphere didn't fade in the slightest. The remaining group split into two teams and started playing drinking games again.

They kept drinking like this until one in the morning. Aside from Su Yang and Pan Ning, everyone else was getting a bit wobbly, especially Gu Xiaoman and Zhao Mengrou.

Truth be told, those two didn't have great alcohol tolerance—not even as good as Xia Li's—but they were still much better compared to the rest of the girls.

It was impressive enough that they had made it this far without throwing up. Seeing that the girls seemingly couldn't drink anymore, Pan Ning stood up and called for them to head back inside the house.

After they left, only Su Yang and the guys remained by the lake.

"Are we still drinking?"

"If you want to, sure. We don't need to play drinking games anymore, though. Let's just sit and chat for a bit, then we can pack things up and go inside to sing with them."

"Alright. By the way, it looks like no one is heading home tonight. Can your house fit this many people to sleep?" Meng Wenzhou asked.

Su Yang thought for a moment and said, "Oh, right. That might be a bit tricky. My house only has five bedrooms."

"What? Then what are we going to do?"

"It's fine. Worst comes to worst, we can just sleep on the floor. We'll figure something out. The house is definitely big enough, I just didn't design too many guest rooms."

"Let's not worry about that for now. Let's just hang out for a bit longer."

With the girls gone, Liu Bo stopped caring about his image entirely. He picked up a beer bottle and started chugging straight from it.

"Man, the girls today were absolutely stunning. Honestly, I didn't even know where to look," Zhang Ziming laughed, taking a bite out of a grilled chicken foot skewer.

"As if I did. I didn't even know who to focus my eyes on just now. Every single one of them was gorgeous. This is the first time in my life I've been in a situation like this." Ji Bo pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed them around to the group.

"Hey, since it's just us guys out here now, let's talk about these beauties."

"Haha, sounds good! That's exactly my kind of topic!" Ji Bo laughed loudly.

...

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