Drink after drink after drink—
The dishes were barely touched.
"Hey, Hai, wipe that 'all-is-lost' look off your face."
"Today, I finally saw what they mean about the quiet ones being the most dangerous!"
"Lin Yu, that bastard, never stood out in class—barely spoke a word."
"But just now, surrounded by girls? Smooth as hell, a real player."
"No way our President Chi isn’t under his spell."
"Otherwise, why would they be living together?"
"I told you their clothes smelled the same, but none of you believed me!"
Gou Feng pretended to console,
but really, he was just flexing his "bloodhound" skills.
Zhao Bin tapped his plate impatiently.
"Dog Bro, shut the hell up already."
"Living together? Don’t jump to conclusions."
"Maybe… she’s just pissed at Hai. Did you see how she acted earlier?"
The moment he finished—
BANG!
Shi Yanhai slammed the table, pointing at Zhao Bin.
"Lao Zhao, I never realized you were the real love expert here!"
Zhao Bin blinked nervously.
"Oh? R-really…?"
"But isn’t our resident Casanova supposed to be Big Gao?"
"Big Gao, you—"
"Hey! Don’t puke there, damn it!!"
……
A few minutes later.
Lin Yu strode in like a true victor, trailed by Big Chi and Little Chi.
Each step radiated dominance as he approached the table of troublemakers.
Today,
with allies, dao companions, and mysterious experts taking turns,
the little gang had already been torn apart.
Now, Lin Yu was here for one simple purpose—
Cleanup duty.
"Boys, enjoying the drinks?"
"Big Gao looks… thoroughly enjoyed?"
Gao Yumin lay slumped over the table, mumbling incoherently.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but ask.
"Pour!"
"Keep pouring!"
"Not enough yet…"
"Pour! Right in there—watch the bumper…"
Gao Yumin babbled drunkenly.
Lin Yu smirked, motioning for Big Chi and Little Chi to stay back.
His family wasn’t clueless.
Talent like this? Worth hiring as a security guard, even if it cost extra.
Chi Qingshui’s voice was icy. "Was it necessary to drink like this among classmates?"
Chi Qingchi peeked curiously. "I thought all the guys in our class could hold their liquor. Guess not…"
When the trio arrived,
Shi Yanhai immediately stood, pulling out two chairs.
"Sit, let’s talk."
"Big Gao might’ve… overdone it earlier."
"I already scolded him—he punished himself with a few more rounds."
Lin Yu’s eyes gleamed at the sight of two chairs.
Perfect. Now we’ve got a real feud.
All that fake politeness had made him hesitate.
This was more like it—young men should be fiery!
"The class prez knows how to handle things."
"I’m sure Big Gao didn’t mean any harm."
With that, Lin Yu plopped down right beside Shi Yanhai.
Shi Yanhai: "???"
Zhao Bin: "!!!"
Gou Feng: "!!!"
Anyone could see—
those chairs were meant for the girls.
Yet Lin Yu planted himself there without a second thought.
The Chi sisters exchanged a glance.
These two were sharp—nothing like the airheaded stereotypes in dramas.
Two chairs, three people.
Shi Yanhai’s intentions were obvious.
Normally, Lin Yu would’ve let the girls sit.
Unless…
This wasn’t a normal situation.
Clearly, Lin Yu was doing this on purpose.
He was pissed—no, more like petty.
Chi Qingchi took it in stride.
But Chi Qingshui? Panic mode.
As the secret girlfriend, she was torn.
She didn’t want Lin Yu to react to Shi Yanhai’s provocations…
but also kind of did.
The dilemma left her frozen.
This problem’s too hard. I give up.
Chi Qingshui nudged her sister. "Xiao Chi, go sit."
After a pause, Chi Qingchi obediently took the spot next to Lin Yu.
No way she’d let her sister sit near Shi Yanhai.
Seeing this,
Zhao Bin, ever the lackey, piped up:
"President, take my seat. I’ll squeeze in with Big Gao and Dog Bro."
"Big Gao’s wasted—Dog Bro can’t handle him alone."
Gou Feng chimed in:
"Took you long enough. You know how heavy he is!"
Shi Yanhai shot them a grateful look.
Brothers in arms!
But then—
Lin Yu cut in casually:
"Oh, Big Chi? She doesn’t need to sit. Standing’ll help sober her up."
He mirrored Shi Yanhai’s earlier move,
shooting Chi Qingshui a "I get it—you don’t wanna sit by him" look.
And miraculously—
Chi Qingshui caught the message, eyes flashing "Thanks."
Standing? She’s thanking him for it.
[Ding!]
[Critical Strike!]
[Flirting with your dao companion in front of the jealous villain? Soul-crushing damage to the Blazing Sea Demon Leader!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Shi Yanhai’s voice trembled.
"Qingshui… you drank?"
Lin Yu scoffed internally:
Oh-ho-ho~
"You drank"?
Next you’ll ask if she "lit a lone lamp."
Bet this is how you talk in private, huh?
He twisted the knife:
"Just a sip. I finished the rest for her."
[Ding!]
[Critical Strike x2!]
[Drinking your dao companion’s leftover nectar? Heartbreak multiplier for the Blazing Sea Demon Leader!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu almost wished Shi-gongzi would last longer.
Tonight’s spirit stones are on you, buddy.
Please, endure a few more hits.
Two strikes in,
Shi Yanhai finally understood—
Heartbreak is a pain beyond words.
Qingshui, who never drank,
had been "corrupted" by Lin Yu?
His pure Qingshui, tainted by such vices!
"Even if you drank, you shouldn’t stand."
"Let me get another chair. Here, take mine, Qingshui."
The warm act continued.
This time, Chi Qingshui shut it down herself:
"No need, Class Prez."
"We’re leaving soon—everyone’s waiting."
"Weren’t we discussing the film screening? Let’s focus."
Shi Yanhai clenched his fists and sat back.
Meanwhile, Zhao Bin and Gou Feng’s faces said it all—
side-eyeing Lin Yu, shaking heads, crossing arms…
"We hate this guy" might as well be tattooed on their foreheads.
They couldn’t fathom it.
Why would their usually unapproachable president
obey Lin Yu like this?
Did he save her in a past life?
Lin Yu noticed their hostility.
Don’t worry.
Tonight, I’ll… slaughter you all.
Seamlessly, he steered the conversation:
"Class monitor, speaking of the movie screening, I heard from Da Chi that you have the most insider tickets."
"The guys in the dorm will all be going this Friday, right?"
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