Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 138 The Great Alcohol-Pushing Operation

"you really are……"

Pan Yi's face was so red with anger that it looked like the cherry bomb from Plants vs. Zombies, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

Zhuo Tong then softened his tone:

"Alright, alright, whatever the class representative says goes."

Then, reluctantly, he handed the phone to Pan Yi.

The latter first glared at Zhuo Tong, then put all the people's phones into the LV bag he had brought.

"For the rest of the time, you're all playing games. Anyone who wants to look at their phone has to drink a bottle."

As she spoke, Pan Yi pointed to a tall, large bottle with a blue cap under the table; it was the Martell Noblige they had been drinking earlier.

"Yiyi, are you crazy? This bottle contains more than a liter! If you drink it all, you'll be headed straight to the ICU!"

"Yes, one bottle is fine, but it can't be Ghibli. How about Corona? You can drink beer like water without any problem."

"I don't care, didn't you all just tell me not to look at my phone and to drink and play games together?"

Pan Yi was furious when she thought about this.

If I hadn't softened my heart and listened to Su Momo's persistent pleading, and instead continued playing on my phone without ever looking up, I would have been in trouble.

Does this mean I won't be able to acknowledge Zhuo Tong as my ex-girlfriend? And they won't know what I looked like during my university days?

Back in college, I just liked to dress simply, but I never expected it would become my embarrassing past.

Of course, all of this is fine, after all, they understand their current life and family situation.

The most crucial point is that this scumbag next to her is the only one among everyone present who truly understands her...

Thinking of this, Pan Yi couldn't help but punch Zhuo Tong on the shoulder again.

Because she was so slender, the force of her punch was probably less than one-tenth of Han Qi's strength; it was no different from a tickle.

"Class representative, if you beat me again, I might knock you unconscious and start talking in my sleep, reminiscing about my university life."

"you dare!"

Pan Yi's fist came to an abrupt halt in mid-air.

This was clearly a blatant threat from Zhuo Tong; no one would faint from being touched like that.

Besides, so what if someone is in a coma? Who would talk in their sleep while in a coma, especially not about their college memories?

But there was no other way; the other side had a firm grip on their weaknesses, so they could only achieve a delicate balance and temporarily cease fire.

Watching the two of them playfully flirting, an ambiguous atmosphere suddenly filled the entire booth.

Pan Yi's friends felt a ticklish sensation, like being rubbed by a cat.

Zhou Mingyuan and the others were eager to give the two men an emetic so they could recount their past experiences.

However, this isn't a brutal battlefield, so there's only one way to get them to confess obediently—

Get them both drunk!
According to Zhou Mingyuan's understanding, although Pan Yi's alcohol tolerance is average, she is very concerned about her image and has a rather cold personality, so it might not be easy to get her to talk.

But as long as she is still conscious, she certainly won't stand by and watch Zhuo Tong next to her spill out all those unknown dark histories like a leaf shaking.

As for Zhuo Tong's alcohol tolerance...

Of all those present, only I had ever seen Zhuo Tong drink. Unfortunately, Zhuo Tong left early that night, and he hadn't drunk much when he left, so it was impossible to judge his alcohol tolerance.

However, there were four men and one woman present: myself, Tangzai, Aze, Yang Feng, and Su Momo. It was five against two, so the advantage was on my side!

The five men exchanged glances, instantly determined their tactics, and prepared to defeat them one by one.

The saying goes, "To catch a thief, first catch the king." Since this is Pan Yi's dark history, we should start with her.

"Come on, Yiyi, it's rare for you to be back in Shenzhen, let me toast you first." The first to appear was her best friend Su Momo, who took the initiative to clink glasses with Pan Yi with an innocent and sweet smile.

Pan Yi didn't realize what was going on before she gulped it down.

Seeing that Pan Yi seemed unguarded, the others took turns toasting her.

However, to avoid arousing her suspicion, the five of them clinked glasses with each other and also had a few drinks with Zhuo Tong.

After finishing the round of drinks quickly, Pan Yi's face began to flush noticeably.

After all, it's a 40-proof liquor. Even if you only drink a small glass at a time, drinking it too quickly in a short period of time will inevitably cause you to feel drunk.

Seeing that their operation had yielded some results, the group decided to play dice while her consciousness began to become somewhat hazy.

Su Momo shook the two dice cups in her hands as she asked:
"Drinking alone is no fun, let's play together!"

By this time, Pan Yi was already a bit carried away. She snatched the dice cup and shouted angrily:
"Let's play then! Who's afraid of who! Today I'm going to drink you all under the table!"

"What about Atong? Are you going to play?"

Aze looked at Zhuo Tong with ill intent, but Zhuo Tong shook his head and said:

"I'll pass. It's too much trouble to play one round if there are too many people. I'll watch you guys play first, and then I'll take over when someone stops playing."

"Alright."

After all, their primary target is Pan Yi, and Zhuo Tong can proceed gradually without rushing things.

Anyway, once Pan Yi falls, we can concentrate our firepower on attacking Zhuo Tong.

"I'll go first! There are six of us, and we'll go counter-clockwise, starting with nine. I'll call out... nine fours!"

Su Momo sat to Pan Yi's right. If the order was counter-clockwise, Pan Yi would be the last one in this round.

"Nine fives."

"Ten threes".

"Eleven fives".

Aze looked at the numbers in the dice cup in his hand in disbelief, then stared at Zhou Mingyuan beside him with astonishment:

"Damn, you're shouting that loudly, eleven fives?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

As he spoke, Zhou Mingyuan blinked three times.

Aze instantly understood and then looked at the others.

Yang Feng also got three hits, Tang Zai got four hits, and Su Momo got two hits.

According to unspoken rules, the number of times you blink corresponds to the number of times you have a certain number of eyes.

So, all in all, with the calculations done, there are already twelve sets of five on the field, not to mention that I have two more in my hand.

The next person is Pan Yi. If I suddenly increase the number to fifteen fives, she will definitely think I am lying and then fire me, right?
Damn, these people are so cunning. I'll have to be careful next time I play with them.

Although Aze thought this way, he was still looking forward to hearing Pan Yi's embarrassing past from her own ears, so he looked at her and said:

"Fifteen fives."

"I'll drive you!"

Pan Yi pointed confidently at Aze, her expression full of smugness, then opened the dice cup in front of her:
"I don't have a single five."

What's going on? Could it be that we're really that unlucky and have none at all?
Everyone peered over and saw that the five dice had the numbers one, two, three, four, and six on them.

"Wait a minute, don't you have a '1' in your name?"

(End of this chapter)