Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

The atmosphere continued to heat up, and Wang Xiaozhou won back a point.

The dinner party seemed to have turned into a battleground for scumbags and playboys, with everyone enthusiastically competing to see who had the most cunning tactics.

Song Shihui squinted and asked in a bubble-like voice, "Truth or Dare?"

Wang Xiaozhou: "Let's choose truth first. Friendly reminder: please don't mix your Tianjin-accented Mandarin with fretting sounds, otherwise you'll sound like a Tianjin auntie."

Song Shihui was so angry he laughed again. After thinking for a while, he finally asked, "What's the thing you want to do most right now? Don't lie."

Wang Xiaozhou answered honestly, "I most want to see you in your pajamas, the sexiest one in your closet."

They downed a glass of mixed red wine in one gulp, and then raised their hands again.

Even though he knew Wang Xiaozhou would only play scissors, Song Shihui still played paper.

His eyes, as if thickened with starch, began to gleam. Song Shihui raised an eyebrow: "I choose Truth or Dare."

Wang Xiaozhou was now extremely interested in this woman, and he rubbed his chin with a smile: "Go and change into that outfit."

Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because his 100-point charisma was too much, but Song Shihui actually got up and went back to his room. After fiddling around for a while, he reappeared as a completely different person.

A bright red silk nightgown clung to her voluptuous body, outlining her perfect curves. The hem of the dress was positioned precariously, barely covering her buttocks.

Two long, slender, and fair legs were brazenly displayed in front of Wang Xiaozhou.

A wisp of large, curly hair swayed up and down as she walked, giving her the air of an international supermodel.

Once she was seated back at the table, Wang Xiaozhou withdrew his drooling gaze and let out a disdainful snort:

"Who still wears leggings at home? This bad trend must be suppressed."

Goose, goose, goose, goose...

This feeling was so wonderful. In all his years, this was the first time Song Shihui had met his younger brother who was so natural in front of him. For a moment, he was really a little overwhelmed.

After taking another sip of mixed red wine, Song Shihui's eyes glazed over: "The game is over, I really can't drink anymore."

Wang Xiaozhou looked at the last bit of red wine in the bottle with a bit of regret, but still nodded excitedly: "Okay, let's hurry up and wash up and go to bed."

Song Shihui had lost count of how many times he'd burst out laughing today. Pointing to the guest room, he said, "There's a bathroom in the second bedroom. Go and sleep there."

"It's boring."

Wang Xiaozhou got up on his own, walked in the direction Song Shihui pointed, and locked the door in the guest room with a "ber". His dog-like behavior made Song Shihui tremble with amusement.

Feeling the alcohol in his breath, Wang Xiaozhou sensed the aftereffects of the red wine starting to hit him. He went to the bathroom for a shower, lay on the bed for a while, but still felt hot. So he got up and went to the living room to get some water.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I noticed that the living room light was still on. Song Shihui seemed to have really drunk too much; he hadn't gone back to his room and was lying asleep on the sofa.

Wang Xiaozhou tiptoed to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of ice water, drank it all in one gulp, then walked to the sofa and stood there watching Song Shihui for a while.

Then he reached out, wrapped his arms around Song Shihui's neck and the back of her legs, and picked her up in one go.

It has a smooth texture and a pleasant aroma.

Song Shihui's body was a little stiff. She had woken up when Wang Xiaozhou left the guest room, but for some reason, she pretended to be asleep and didn't open her eyes.

When Wang Xiaozhou stood by the sofa looking at her, Song Shihui was already a little overwhelmed. It felt like when she was a kid and she was secretly playing on her phone in her room, and her mom suddenly came in and kept staring at her while she pretended to be asleep.

His eyes darted around, and just as he was about to open them, this guy actually reached out and touched him!

A wicked sense of amusement arose in Song Shihui's mind. He was eager to see what the man would do next, and he even rehearsed in his mind a scene from a fantasy novel where the man was going to act like a hooligan and Song Shihui would get up and slap him across the face.

Feeling himself being put down, the familiar touch beneath him told Song Shihui that he had been carried back to the master bedroom bed. Only the master bedroom bed in the house had silk sheets, and the silkiness was completely different from other sheets.

What's he going to do next? Take my clothes off?

Song Shihui was ready to get up and slap him, but Wang Xiaozhou threw her on the bed and then ignored her, instead rummaging around the dressing table.

Is that scoundrel trying to rummage through the closet? He's in the wrong place.

No way, is it really that lewd?

I'm right here, and he's trying to steal my little clothes?

Song Shihui closed his eyes and made wild guesses. After a while, he felt a cold sensation on his face and then he convulsed from trying to suppress his laughter.

This idiot, he's removing my makeup!?

After Wang Xiaozhou fiddled with his face for a while, as the master bedroom door was quietly closed, Song Shihui finally couldn't help but laugh so hard he rolled around on the floor.

How is this any different from Sun Wukong? After using his immobilization spell on the Seven Fairies, he immediately turned around and went to pick peaches, hahaha.

Laughing so hard he was dizzy, and with the effects of the alcohol kicking in, Song Shihui actually fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Xiaozhou returned to his room, the effects of the alcohol kicking in again, and he collapsed onto the bed to sleep.

Some people are so lucky that they can sleep soundly through the night after drinking too much. When these people are accused of alcoholism, they can still argue that they are doing it to improve their sleep quality.

Another type of person is a bit unfortunate. After drinking, they can only sleep for a short while before becoming energetic again, and when they wake up, they still have to endure the aftereffects of the alcohol.

Wang Xiaozhou belongs to the latter category. He goes to bed around midnight and wakes up in bed at 3:30 a.m., unable to fall back asleep no matter how hard he tries.

And after waking up, he was extremely thirsty. Afraid of disturbing Song Shihui, he could only grope in the dark to find water in the refrigerator.

After drinking a bottle of cold water, I felt like I was coming back to life. Unable to fall asleep, I looked around at the house that I hadn't paid attention to yesterday.

The minimalist style of the interior design is at least ten years ahead of its time, and everything inside is visibly luxurious.

A 100-inch TV? Wang Xiaozhou recalled that he seemed to have seen a short video introducing TVs in his previous life. If he remembered correctly, a 100-inch TV imported in 2012 would cost at least 70,000 yuan.

This county English teacher's wealth is truly unpredictable.

There is a hidden door on the right side of the TV wall. The door was open. I didn't go over to take a closer look yesterday because of the angle. Today, I went in out of curiosity and found that it was a quaint and antique study.

The desk and armchair were made of solid wood. Wang Xiaozhou didn't know the specific material, but judging from their heavy texture, he could tell they were expensive.

Looking at the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk, Wang Xiaozhou is clearly an expert. With his master-level calligraphy skills and the accompanying details of knowledge, he can readily name and explain the origin of the items on the desk.

The brush is a Zhuge brush from Xuancheng, recognized as the best during the Tang and Song dynasties. It is made by selecting one hair from tens of millions of hairs, and its craftsmanship is extremely complex.

The ink is Li Tinggui ink.

The ink used as tribute to the Southern Tang imperial family was made with precious materials such as pine soot, pearl, musk, and rhinoceros horn. Its characteristics are: "light to hold, clear when ground, as hard as jade, silent when ground, as black as lacquer, and lasting for eternity."

There is a saying that "gold is easy to obtain, but Li Mo is hard to find."

The paper is Chengxintang paper, with a texture as smooth as an egg membrane, as firm and clean as jade, thin and lustrous, and was called the king of papers by later scholars.

The inkstone is a Longwei inkstone from the Southern Tang Dynasty. The old pit stone material has long been exhausted, and now it can be said that an inkstone is hard to find.

The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone all have their significance; this woman certainly wasn't just throwing money away in her study to show off. She must have some expertise in calligraphy.

Upon closer inspection, I saw the scraps of paper she had used for practicing calligraphy yesterday lying in the upper right corner of her desk. Judging from her brushstrokes and writing style, her skill level was definitely no less than that of some big shots in the calligraphy association.

Children from ordinary families rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with such precious materials. Wang Xiaozhou was overjoyed and decided to set up his stance to test his master-level calligraphy skills.

With the paper laid out and the ink ground, Wang Xiaozhou originally intended to write a magnificent piece titled "Sending to Xin You'an and Responding to My Feelings," but this cursive script was not in the same style as Song Shihui's practice piece, making it difficult to compare.

So he stood in front of his desk for a while to calm himself down, and finally chose to write down Nalan Xingde's poem "Picking Mulberry Leaves".

Only now do I realize my mistake, and my heart is filled with sorrow.

Tears secretly fall, a spring breeze fills the eyes, yet everything seems amiss.

Knowing there was no way to change this, I forced myself to talk about a happy occasion.

Since our parting, the pear blossoms have all fallen, and the moon has set in the west.