You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"Tsk, what's going on?" Xiao Yao thought with some displeasure.

……

If the two of them were watching the game at home, they would have turned off the TV long ago. But since it's a group activity, there's not much of a good reason to leave early...

Shen Jie seemed lost in thought, while Xiao Yao thoroughly enjoyed the remaining "brand new" football match.

The specific details of the match will not be repeated here. In the end, Li Yi scored another goal in stoppage time, securing the victory at 3-1.

Yes, that's right, 3:1.

Xiao Yao thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "I didn't bet on the score, but I bet on the wrong thing."

The long-haired, righteous hero slammed one foot on the table: "Tonight's drinks are on me!!!"

Amid cheers, Ouyang Qianqian shouted, "Give me a break!!! I'll treat you!!"

“None of you can beat me,” the bar owner raised his beer glass. “Tonight, it’s all on the house!”

"Boss, can we add more?" the ribbonfish asked.

"Add more!" the bar owner said. "But only draft beer, right?"

"Tch!" the crowd jeered, "Stingy!"

Amidst the clinking of glasses and revelry, Xiao Yao drank a lot.

He hadn't forgotten to text Yu Luying to request a report, and after receiving her approval, he gradually became confused and his vision blurred.

Shen Jie drank quite a bit too. Xiao Yao knew that while others were indulging in drinking and revelry, she was drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

"It's not worth it, it's not worth it," Xiao Yao whispered in Shen Jie's ear, but the music in the bar was too loud for Shen Jie to hear.

Xiao Yao's consciousness began to gradually become blurred, as if shrouded in a thin mist.

The lights in the bar became soft and flickering, and the laughter and celebrations of the people became distant and hazy.

He felt as if his body was becoming light and the floor beneath his feet was becoming unstable, making him stagger.

The boy's thoughts began to wander, and his mind seemed unable to focus on any specific thing.

He glanced around randomly, and people's faces became blurry, like abstract paintings.

The rhythm of the music gradually became chaotic, turning into distant noise, and the specific melody could no longer be discerned.

At the same time, Xiao Yao's expression became dazed, his eyes unfocused, as if he were immersed in a dream world.

He no longer had clear thinking; he was simply experiencing the hazy and relaxed feeling brought on by alcohol.

The people around him seemed to be sharing this illusion with him; their smiles and eyes became blurry and unreal.

"Break out of Asia and go global." Xiao Yao heard someone say to him.

"Charge to Asia, go to the world," Xiao Yao repeated, his tongue slurring.

"Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on..."

"Enough, enough, oh oh oh oh oh, enough, enough..."

Although Xiao Yao gradually became completely drunk, a sliver of clarity remained in his mind. However, at this moment, he chose to relax, to leave all his worries behind, and to succumb to the revelry of the bar, immersing himself in this hazy night.

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…………

………………

A cell phone ring woke him from his sleep. Xiao Yao suddenly looked up from the bar and realized that there were hardly any people left in the bar.

Familiar faces, yet it seems not a single one can be seen.

The call was from my grandmother. The old woman started cursing and yelling at me on the other end of the line, asking what time it was.

Oh right, what time is it?

"If you don't have an umbrella, I can lend you one," the bar owner said while expertly wiping the bar counter.

"Oh, sorry," Xiao Yao said, slurring his words, "Are you closing up shop?"

"Closing up isn't a rush," the bar owner said, starting to pack up the bottles and jars again. "I'm just worried your families will be waiting—judging from your appearance, you're still in high school, right?"

"Ah," Xiao Yao responded, subconsciously glancing towards the bar's entrance.

Outside the bar, the night sky was shrouded in torrential rain, with raindrops pouring down like a silver beaded curtain.

Raindrops pattered on the street, splashing up tiny droplets that created a blurry scene.

The road surface was slightly slippery due to the rain, and the streetlights emitted a faint and hazy glow in the rain. Occasionally, passing vehicles would splash water with their tires, and their headlights would flash in the rain, reflecting the cascading raindrops.

The wind howled, and the rain, carrying a chill, sent a shiver down one's spine. Visibility was severely impaired by the rain, blurring the outlines of buildings and streets. The torrential downpour enveloped the entire night in a silent and damp atmosphere, as if it were a violent performance by nature.

"The weather's not cooperating," the bar owner said, wiping his glasses. "Otherwise, these young men would definitely be out partying in the streets."

“That’s how it is,” Xiao Yao said.

At this moment, Shen Jie also raised her head from the bar, her eyes glazed with intoxication.

Her hair was a little messy, and her big eyes were unfocused and dreamy, with her pupils slightly dilated, like crystals in a mist.

There were glistening water droplets on the girl's eyelashes, shimmering with a faint light.

A blush rose to her cheeks; it was hard to tell whether it was simply due to the alcohol, or...

"Doggy, what time is it?" Shen Jie asked Xiao Yao.

The bar owner pointed to the wall clock.

"Damn, it's so late," Shen Jie said, her breath reeking of alcohol. "Isn't your grandma worried sick?"

“It’s okay, I’ve already called her,” Xiao Yao said.

It means she called me.

The rain slanted down onto the windowpane.

Yellow leaves withered on the windowsill;

A young man carrying an umbrella.

He stepped through the rain curtain and suddenly his gaze fell upon us…

The bar started playing this folk song again.

"You like Gao Xiaosong too?" Xiao Yao asked the bar owner.

"Doggy? Where did you go during halftime?" Shen Jie asked, her words slightly slurred. "And you came back soaking wet?"

People passing by all stared at him.

But he played a harmonica;

Goodbye, that melody still faintly echoes…

"Nothing," Xiao Yao replied vaguely, "I just felt tightness in my chest, so I went out for some fresh air and a walk."

He didn't want Shen Jie to know what had just happened. Firstly, he couldn't be 100% sure that it was Zhang Zhengkai, and secondly, he didn't want Shen Jie to worry.

The cat mom is already in a bad mood enough, why add another thing to her worries?

"Boss, tell me the truth." Shen Jie pressed the bar owner again.

The boss looked at Xiao Yao, then at Shen Jie, a hesitant expression on his face.

Shen Jie turned around and started pressing Xiao Yao for answers again, but Xiao Yao gritted his teeth and refused to say anything, which made Shen Jie throw a tantrum and start hitting him with her palm.

correct.

Xiao Yao then realized that it was not advisable to drink alcohol during her period.

I've completely forgotten about this. Why would Yu Luying agree to let me drink it?

"Was it him?" Shen Jie asked abruptly. "He secretly followed you, and you saw him, so you chased after him, didn't you?"

Shen Jie's intelligence and wit startled Xiao Yao. He didn't say anything, but the expression on the young man's face betrayed his answer.

"I knew it!" Shen Jie said reproachfully, "What's the point of hiding it from me?"

"I...I was just afraid you'd worry." Xiao Yao stammered, but told the truth: "Besides, I didn't manage to win him over, so I'm not sure if it was really him."

"With his thin arms and legs like a middle school student, and not good at exercising, how could you not catch up with him?" Shen Jie complained.

“I…” Xiao Yao said.

“I should have known he was capable of this,” Shen Jie said bitterly. “Having hurt me like this isn’t enough, he still won’t let me go? I really want to skin him alive.”

"Uh, don't be like that," Xiao Yao comforted him. "He's just... too attached to you."

Shen Jie's eyebrows shot up immediately: "Xiao Yao, whose side are you on? Are you even my man?"

“No,” Xiao Yao said, “Oh no, I didn’t mean no, I meant…”

Forgive my youthful poetry and sentimentality,

Please forgive my rambling and incoherent advice;

Forgive my youthful poetic sensibilities.

"Forgive my incoherent ramblings..." Jing Feng's singing voice still echoed in the bar.