The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 54 I'm Not Drunk [Can be enjoyed with music]

At 8 p.m., the city's nightlife begins.

The streets gradually filled with people, and the neon lights reflected on the slightly damp street surface, flickering with ambiguous colors.

The atmosphere at Zebra Bar grew increasingly lively as time went on.

The proprietress was extremely busy, constantly serving drinks to customers and moving between the bar and the various booths.

The boss on stage has been singing folk songs one after another, from "Zebra Zebra" to "Girl by the Bridge" and then to "Drum Tower". The melodies are melodious and slow.

Some people listened to the song and were filled with emotion.

Some people drank their wine in silence.

Some people lean back on the sofa, letting their thoughts drift away with the melody...

The bar door kept opening, and people kept leaving.

Some drink a cup of bitter wine and leave, still drunk. Others step into this hazy night, seeking their own temporary haven.

However, in a slightly secluded corner of the bar, a man and a woman seemed completely oblivious to the surrounding noise.

The two men were engrossed in shaking the dice and drinking.

Liu Wuyang leaned lazily against the back of her chair, her eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of alcohol in her eyes.

Her gaze slowly moved, meeting Zhang Muchen's eyes, revealing a subtle contest.

Yes, she was drunk.

"Sister Yang, after you drink so much, won't your parents take care of you when you get home?" Zhang Muchen asked, casually twirling his wine glass.

"I live alone; my parents are abroad."

Liu Wuyang gently swirled the wine in her glass, the liquid rippling. She tilted her head back slightly and drank another glass.

A faint scent of alcohol wafted from his lips, and a slightly tipsy atmosphere filled the air.

Zhang Muchen frowned and reached out to press down on her hand that was holding the wine bottle: "You've had too much to drink, stop."

Liu Wuyang gently flicked Zhang Muchen's hand away and snorted, "It's the weekend now, so it's okay if you get drunk."

"You'll have to tutor me tomorrow."

"No more fillings, cheers."

Without hesitation, she raised her glass again, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Looking at her, Zhang Muchen was certain that Liu Wuyang was indeed infatuated.

Although she still retained some semblance of rationality, the alcohol had begun to take effect, controlling her emotions.

If you drink any more, Big Head will become a son.

Emmm... well, it doesn't really matter. Anyway, Liu Wuyang doesn't have a small head.

Liu Wuyang raised her chin, her red lips slightly curved, her eyes carrying a hint of triumphant victor's attitude: "I'm not drunk. My alcohol tolerance is more than enough to knock you out. You should worry about yourself."

boom.

Two wine glasses gently clinked together, the amber liquid swirling slightly, reflecting the different expressions in each person's eyes.

Liu Wuyang smiled, her fingertips gently circling the rim of the cup, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

It's been a long time since anyone has drunk with me like this.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the clinking of glasses, and the atmosphere in the bar grew increasingly lively.

A blush gradually crept onto Liu Wuyang's face.

"Zhang Muchen, are you scared?" Her voice trailed off slightly, tinged with the effects of alcohol.

"Look at you, your face is all blurry from drinking."

Zhang Muchen: "."

Yang Jie, it's your own drinking that made your eyes look glazed over.

Liu Wuyang narrowed her eyes slightly, exhaling a faint smell of alcohol, her red lips curving slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of drunken allure.

"Go on stage and play the guitar to sober up, hurry up."

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on her slightly tipsy face: "Sister Yang, I'm not drunk, you're the one who's drunk. Stop drinking."

Liu Wuyang stubbornly snorted, still holding the wine glass in her hand, and downed it in another gulp without hesitation.

"Look, am I...am I drunk?"

She took a light breath, her wrists felt a little weak, and her eyes darted around. But she still tried her best to maintain a calm demeanor.

"Go play the guitar, I want to hear it."

She rested her chin on her hand, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "Then you shouldn't drink it."

Zhang Muchen reached out and snatched the wine glass from her hand, placing the glass aside.

Liu Wuyang snorted in dissatisfaction, but did not resist. She just stared at him with bright eyes and said, "Go, go!"

This woman is indeed drunk.

Zhang Muchen sighed softly, then stood up helplessly and walked towards the main stage of the bar.

He whispered a few words to the boss, who readily handed him the guitar.

Zhang Muchen adjusted his posture on the high stool, his slender fingers landing on the strings.

The phone screen displays the guitar tabs for "Red High Heels".

Soon, a clean and smooth strumming sound rang out.

"Wow—"

As the intro ended, the bar patrons, who had been chatting casually, were suddenly drawn to the music.

The atmosphere in the bar paused slightly, and everyone turned to look at the stage, their eyes filled with surprise.

Someone actually went on stage? And played quite well?
The light flickered slightly, illuminating Zhang Muchen's delicate face.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing through the crowd to the woman with glazed, drunken eyes in the corner.

Liu Wuyang tilted her head, rested her chin on her hand, and gazed at him on the stage with a lazy yet alluring look in her eyes.

His eyes held a hint of intoxication from the alcohol, yet also a touch of admiration.

As the intro slowly ended, Zhang Muchen slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and his clear voice slowly seeped into the air of the bar.

How best to describe you?

Inside the bar, the crowd's attention was drawn to the people on stage.

What can I compare to you to make myself special?

Liu Wuyang, who was in the corner, turned around, her eyes reflecting the dappled lights of the bar, creating a faint halo.

As she became more intoxicated, a thin blush appeared on her cheeks.

She gazed at Zhang Muchen on the stage, her eyes somewhat unfocused. The alcohol, combined with the melody of the music, completely immersed her in the atmosphere of the moment.

My feelings for you are strong, yet I don't really understand you.

[Based solely on intuition↑]

The guitar melody is fast and rhythmic.

Someone gently swirled the wine in their glass, the liquid reflecting a warm hue under the light.

Liu Wuyang's eyes narrowed slightly, her chin rested gently on the back of her hand, and a soft smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

You feel as comfortable as snuggling in a blanket.

Zhang Muchen's fingernails swept across the strings with precise rhythm, her voice carrying a touch of casual charm.

Liu Wuyang raised her glass and took a sip. The slight movement caused her long hair to slip down her shoulders, reflecting a soft sheen in the dim bar lights.

Yet, like the wind, it's elusive and unpredictable.

The combination of alcohol and music made her thoughts drift. She felt as if she had found a moment of relaxation in the melody, as if she were enveloped in some kind of warmth.

[Like the scent of perfume emanating from my wrist]

Liu Wuyang raised her phone and gently pointed it at Zhang Muchen on the stage. A faint scent of perfume emanated from her wrist, mingling with the alcohol in the bar to create a subtle aroma.

Under the phone screen, Zhang Muchen's silhouette was exceptionally clear in the light.

His handsome features and dashing face made it seem as if he was born to stand on this stage and attract all eyes.

[Like something I can't put down~ uh~]

Liu Wuyang bit her rosy lips slightly, a strange emotion rising in her heart, as if the wine had stirred up her hidden feelings.

She hadn't expected that this guy would look... kind of handsome playing the guitar.

Red high heels~

Liu Wuyang crossed her legs, the tips of her high heels swaying gently.

The melody drifted slowly through the air, carrying the gentleness and beauty of the night, mixed with a slightly tipsy mood, and gently lingered in this quiet bar.

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(End of this chapter)