Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 122 The Drunken Yoruichi
The room was bathed in warm yellow light. Gu Yang was squeezed in the middle of the sofa, while Zhou Ye leaned against the armrest to his left, his pink coral fleece pajama pants curled up in a ball.

Zhang Jingyi nestled lazily on the right, the strap of her silk pajamas slipping down unintentionally, revealing half of her fair shoulder.

Zhang Yifan knelt on the carpet, looking up at the sofa, his hair almost touching Gu Yang's knees.

The coffee table was covered with greasy barbecue skewers and empty beer bottles, and the air was filled with the aroma of cumin and malt.

Zhou Ye tilted her head and yelled wildly at Gu Yang, "See? Sister can drink too!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already chug down most of the beer, the foam dripping down his chin and into the collar of his pajamas.

"Gu Yang, if you can't handle it, just admit defeat now. I'm afraid you'll get drunk and start crying for your mom~" Zhou Ye suddenly leaned closer, their noses almost touching.

Gu Yang was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself and would bite him, so he pretended not to hear.

This girl is the type who, if you give her a pole, will climb it incredibly smoothly.

At times like this, ignoring her will at least bring some peace and quiet.

Of course, it won't work when the two of you are alone; she'll bite you directly.

Wearing transparent disposable gloves, Zhang Jingyi deftly peeled the lobster with her fingertips, focusing intently on picking out the shrimp meat. Her pink and white lips were slightly pursed, revealing a hint of unknowing naivety.

She would steal glances at Gu Yang every now and then, and seeing that he was being pestered by Zhou Ye to play a drinking game, she quickened her pace.

The peeled shrimp meat was piled into a small hill, but she didn't eat a single one.

Zhou Ye was clinking glasses with Zhang Yifan while holding up a wine bottle. She casually pushed the peeled shrimp toward Gu Yang, but her hand accidentally brushed against his forearm, startling them both into holding their breath.

Gu Yang's Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze swept over the tender shrimp meat in the bowl, then met Zhang Jingyi's wet eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly lowered her head as if afraid of being discovered, but a blush appeared on the tips of her ears.

Gu Yang didn't dare to speak, but silently picked up a piece of shrimp meat and put it in his mouth. The fresh sweetness of the lobster mixed with his inexplicable heartbeat exploded in his mouth.

good to eat!

This lobster is surprisingly delicious!

One secretly peeled it, and the other secretly ate it!
Neither of them spoke, yet they understood each other perfectly.

The ambiguity in the air grew thicker, like the fog that would never dissipate in the mountain city!

Zhang Yifan suddenly put down the beer can in his hand, his fair cheeks flushed red from the alcohol.

She carefully moved closer to Gu Yang, her swan-like neck tilting slightly forward, the neckline of her silk nightgown sliding out a gentle curve with the movement: "Director Gu... I was stopped again while filming a crying scene today, am I really that talentless?"

"I've memorized all the lines, but the tears just won't fall..."

"Let's play a game." Gu Yang suddenly slammed down the bottle. "Truth or dare!"

He glanced at the three girls' surprised expressions, then reached out and loosened his shirt collar. "The game is simple: take turns saying what's most special about the other person, but you have to bring some unique personal insights. You can start gently and gradually increase the intensity."

"This is a great training method that can not only inspire genuine emotions and personalized performances, but also enhance improvisation and verbal expression skills."

Zhou Ye immediately perked up, knelt on the sofa, and shouted, "Now I'm not sleepy anymore! Zhang Jingyi, I think you're very pretty because you look a bit like me!"

"You're clearly the one who looks like me!" Zhang Jingyi blushed and secretly glanced at Gu Yang.

Gu Yang suddenly raised his hand and placed it on the back of Zhou Ye's eager hand. "How about this, Zhou Ye and I will go first, you guys watch, and then you can come later."

"Alright, alright! Little Yangzi, bring it on! Mommy will definitely praise you a lot!"

Zhou Ye rolled up his pajama sleeves, revealing a section of his fair arm, his eyes wide open.

Gu Yang leaned back on the sofa cushion and said casually, "Your face has gotten rounder lately, it looks so cute!"

That's it?

Zhou Ye smiled happily, "Your eyes look very moist, and you look at people with deep emotion."

You look especially beautiful when you're not smiling!

"Your jawline looks more defined, it breaks my heart!"

"Your calves look a bit thick, it makes me think you're a sports student!"

? ? ? ? ?

Zhou Ye suddenly froze, her smile freezing on her face. She slowly sat up straight, her eyes widening, the corners of her eyes curving into a dangerous arc, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"My calves are thick, does that make you think I'm a sports student?" she repeated, enunciating each word, her nails digging deeply into the sofa cushion. "Gu! Yang!!!"

She was clearly getting serious; her chest heaved violently with anger, and her face turned bright red.

"That pimple next to your face looks really bad and it disgusts me!"

"Your hair is so sparse and stiff, it makes me think your head was run over by a car!"

"When you smile, your nasolabial folds often cake up with makeup, which makes me feel that you don't look very refined!"

The little mouth delivered a triple "plop plop plop" sound!

However, this kind of attack did not break Gu Yang's defenses. "You're wearing such heavy makeup today, it makes me think you're being pretentious!"

“Your neck wrinkles look very deep, which makes me think you often look down at your phone,” Zhou Ye continued to resist.

"You're so short, you look like a little potato to me."

"You...you're a bastard!" Zhou Ye started rolling up his sleeves, ready to take action.

"Calm down, calm down!" Gu Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This girl was as bad at the game as ever. "Xiao Ye, you and Jingyi try it out!"

Zhou Ye and Zhang Jingyi exchanged a glance. The latter slowly put down her beer glass, her eyes sparkling: "Then I won't be polite?"

Zhou Ye immediately turned around to face the enemy, the two of them standing on either side of Gu Yang, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Zhou Ye's knees were pressed against Gu Yang's jeans, and he was completely unaware of the sharp pain in his kneecaps.

She grabbed the beer bottle and took a big gulp, the foam sliding down her chin and into her collarbone. She raised an eyebrow at Zhang Jingyi defiantly: "Baby, are you ready?"

Zhang Jingyi slowly put down her wine glass, a cold smile curling at the corner of her mouth, which was painted with mauve lipstick.

As she turned to the side, the strap of her silk nightgown slipped down another half inch, but she deliberately didn't straighten it, twirling her fingers around the ends of her curly hair: "Bring it on!"

"Jingyi, you stole the prop cake from the crew last time!" Zhou Ye suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed, "You're such a little glutton!"

Zhang Jingyi's eyes sparkled: "Sister Zhou, last time you sang 'Qinghai-Tibet Plateau' at karaoke, you were so off-key you could have gone to outer space."

She suddenly leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Gu Yang's ear, "I suspect your throat was kissed by an angel, but you kissed it too hard and got a gasp."

Saying she sings badly?

This is something Zhou Ye cannot tolerate!
Zhou Ye instantly bristled, kneeling up straight on the ground, not caring that the hem of his pajamas was rolled up to his thighs: "Your arms are too strong, I think you could lift a gas cylinder!"

She deliberately looked the other person up and down, her eyes filled with exaggerated disdain.

Zhang Jingyi's face flushed red: "Your arms are too thick, I think you should lose some weight!"

"Your skin is too dark; it's obvious you exercise a lot."

"Your skin is too pale; it's obvious you don't exercise."

"Your nails are a bit short; I think they look like chicken feet."

"Your nasolabial folds are a bit deep, which makes me think you look a little older."

"Your chin is a bit too pointed, it makes me think you could plow the fields."

"Your eyes are a bit close together, which makes me feel very aggressive."

Your lips are thick.

Your nostrils are flaring out.

"Your hairstyle today makes you look older; it makes me think you're 40."

"Your bra strap slipped down and exposed your shoulder, which made me think you were sexy."

? ? ? ? ?

Gu Yang and Zhang Yifan exchanged glances, realizing this was going a bit too far.

Moreover, the two girls were like twins, arguing and cursing at each other.

Why does it all sound like you're criticizing yourself?
Zhou Ye turned her head with a "humph," her ponytail swinging over Gu Yang's shoulder, bringing with it a sweet and cloying fragrance.

Zhang Jingyi showed no weakness, letting out a loud "Hmph!!!" through her nose, grabbed a cushion from the sofa, and turned around abruptly. The hem of her silk nightgown brushed against Gu Yang's knees, but Gu Yang remained unmoved.

It was as if invisible gunpowder had exploded in the air; the sisters, who had been laughing and joking just moments before, suddenly turned hostile and glared at each other.

The ship of friendship has capsized!
Zhou Ye grabbed a half-empty bottle of beer, tilted his head back, and chugged it down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he deliberately glanced at the other person with a provocative look.

Zhang Jingyi picked up her glass and slowly sipped her wine, but her eyes remained tense, making her look like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Would you like to drink?"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

"Then come!"

"Come on, come on!"

Zhang Yifan huddled in the corner, trembling with fear. She didn't dare to breathe and watched helplessly as the two started drinking again.

At that moment, she wished she could curl herself into a ball and roll behind the curtains to hide.

That's absolutely terrifying!
Beer cans were piled up in a crooked little mountain on the coffee table, and the night in the mountain city was already as thick as ink.

Zhou Ye practically melted into Gu Yang's arms. She tilted her head, her eyelashes drooping, and her watery eyes seemed half-open.

Her flushed cheeks pressed against Gu Yang's chest, and the empty wine bottle in her hand occasionally bumped against Gu Yang's arm with a crisp sound as she unconsciously shook it.

"I'm not drunk... let's have another round..." she mumbled, the warm breath of alcohol gently brushing against Gu Yang's collarbone, causing his Adam's apple to bob involuntarily.

Zhang Jingyi leaned against the other end of the sofa, the straps of her silk nightgown had already slipped down to her elbows, and large expanses of her fair and delicate skin gleamed alluringly in the warm light.

She gently twirled the ends of her curly hair with her fingers holding the wine glass, her eyes hazy yet with a hint of provocation as she stared directly at Gu Yang: "Senior brother, do you think... in relationships, the one who falls in love first is destined to lose?"

As she spoke, she leaned forward slowly, her deep V-neckline opening wide with the movement, revealing her curves almost bursting out.

Gu Yang stared wide-eyed.

This girl is indeed much more generous and wealthy than her sisters!

This question left Gu Yang speechless. Even if he were a jerk, he couldn't possibly give Zhou Ye a compliment while holding him!

Zhang Jingyi suddenly stood up!
(End of this chapter)