Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 139: Blocking the Wine
"Ok?"

Slightly tipsy, Pan Yi looked down at the dice in the sieve cup with a puzzled expression, then carefully counted the points on the dice with her fingers:

"One...two...three...so what if there's one? But I don't have five, how many do you have?"

"There are fourteen of us in total. If you add one, then there are exactly fifteen."

"Wait, what are you talking about? Isn't it fifteen fives? What does it have to do with one? Are you trying to pin this on me?"

Pan Yi glanced warily at her best friend who was patiently explaining things to her, then went to check the dice cups of the other people. There were only ten in total, so where did the fourteen come from?

"I've told you to play more, and look, now you don't even remember the rules!"

"When fasting is in effect, one point can substitute for any number of points. Only when fasting is not in effect, or when starting with one point, can one point not be substituted."

"Doesn't that mean... my one is actually five?"

"Of course, hurry up and drink!"

Seeing that Pan Yi seemed to have a mental lapse, Su Momo quickly picked up a small wine glass from the table, poured wine into her glass, and added ice from the ice bucket.

As we all know, adding ice makes the wine smoother and less spicy.

In addition, the melting of ice lowers the alcohol concentration, making it less likely to get drunk in a short period of time, which can lower a person's guard.

Once the alcohol in the stomach begins to be absorbed, it can suddenly make you feel intoxicated, and it's not impossible for you to fall into a coma.

After finally figuring things out, Pan Yi realized she had lost, so she took the wine glass and prepared to drink it all in one gulp.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and grasped the cup from the bottom.

"Never mind, you can't hold your liquor, I'll drink for you."

Turning around, I was met with Zhuo Tong's somewhat helpless face.

"No, no, no!"

Aze was the first to jump up and object:

“If Sister Yiyi plays and Sister Yiyi loses, then Sister Yiyi has to drink. How could I let you drink?”

They went to great lengths to set up the scheme, all to get Pan Yi drunk first.

While it's not impossible to get Zhuo Tong drunk, since he needs to be intoxicated to get the real information out of him.

But only when Pan Yi is drunk will he become disoriented and prone to repeated failures when playing dice.

Just now, she was a little drunk and forgot even the most basic rules of the game.

"That's right, it's my own wine, when did it become your turn to drink it, you scumbag?"

Even though she herself felt dizzy, Pan Yi acted as if she was deliberately trying to go against Zhuo Tong.

"Come on, it's not like I haven't helped you drink before. I even remember what you look like when you're drunk."

Upon hearing this, the five people who had been vehemently opposing the statement fell silent instantly, trying their best to minimize their presence and not daring to interrupt this rare and precious opportunity.

Fearing that they would realize they were still nearby after they spoke, Pan Yi quickly stopped Zhuo Tong from speaking.

They didn't expect that Zhuo Tong didn't need to get drunk at all; he just started talking about the past from time to time, like a leaky boat.

Of course, this was all within Zhuo Tong's expectations.

As an observer, how could I not see their plan to get me drunk?

It's human nature to enjoy gossip. Even someone like me who doesn't like gossip will become very interested after hearing about gossip from a good friend.

Therefore, he deliberately revealed a little bit of it in order to arouse their curiosity and thus make it natural for him to shield Pan Yi from drinking.

After all, she knew her own alcohol tolerance very well.

"You still say you're not a scumbag? You're always talking nonsense. When have I ever needed you to help me drink? I can drink a lot!"

As she spoke, she reached for a whole bottle of Gucci from under the table, intending to chug it directly into her mouth.

Unfortunately, a bottle of Ghibli is a full 1.5L, and she was slightly tipsy and didn't have enough strength in her hands to lift it up.

He could only awkwardly blush and remain silent. "Have you forgotten? After you won the championship, you said you wanted to treat everyone to dinner. When the other guys offered you drinks, I was the one who blocked them for you."

champion?

It seems to be related to the champion of that campus singing competition.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing a single detail.

Zhuo Tong stroked his chin, his eyes darting around, and he put on a reminiscing expression:

“You got drunk in the first round, and then you insisted on taking me to a barbecue restaurant for a second round, and then you started acting crazy on the way.”

"Later, you got drunk and passed out. I had to contact your roommates to carry you back. You even sent me voice messages all night long that night."

"Do you want to hear it?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Tong reached into his pants pocket, pretending to reach for his phone.

Pan Yi quickly interrupted:

"Okay, okay, I got it. I won't listen. It's been so many years, there's nothing good to hear. Let's keep playing."

She tried to distract herself, but the panic in her expression and hand gestures couldn't hide it.

Regardless of whether the voice recording is still audible after all these years.

She even completely forgot that she had collected everyone's cell phones.

"Do you still want me to drink the wine for you?"

Pan Yi didn't answer, but simply nodded slightly, and Zhuo Tong drank it all in one gulp.

Although the conversation was brief, it contained a lot of explosive information.

They must have a really good relationship for her to go out for a second round of dinner with a guy after the celebration banquet.

But all of that was fine. What surprised them the most was that Pan Yi, after getting drunk, actually sent voice messages to the boy all night long.

You should know that Pan Yi is very arrogant towards outsiders now, and she basically won't even look at them properly.

Even though they've been good friends for the past four years, they usually don't exchange more than a few words when they talk.

What's the difference between a whole night of voice messages and writing long essays now? It's just plain sycophancy!
They were both curious and expectant, unable to hear the content of the audio, and they were restless.

I wish I could sneak out of Pan Yi’s LV bag right now and find a phone shop to hack it.

"You guys play, and if the class representative loses, I'll drink for her, okay?"

"of course can."

Having tasted some success, the group naturally couldn't refuse Zhuo Tong.

For the rest of the time, Pan Yi was like a different person, very quiet and silent.

He basically only talks about counting points and firing people; he doesn't say much else.

When you're in a focused state, you're basically winning.

Occasionally, when they lost, they would leave it to Zhuo Tong, whose drinking capacity was unfathomable, to handle.

After several rounds, everyone started to sway and stagger, but Pan Yi was the only one who sat upright.

There was no way around it; her position was too awkward. Su Momo on the right could lean against the corner of the booth.

On the left was Zhuo Tong; she couldn't very well lean on him while drunk, could she? So she could only force herself to stay upright.

"Hmm... let's pause for now, it seems we're out of alcohol."

Aze poured himself the last glass of wine, picked up the small lamp on the table, and called for the waiter.

The waiter, as if anticipating this, brought over a bottle of unopened Gucci.

"Distinguished guests, this is a complimentary bottle of Gourmand from booth number one, for every booth in the room. Please enjoy."

(End of this chapter)