At the start, I had to choose one of four options, and I immediately picked the Brahmin from the cou

The next morning.

Inside the Lanyue Pavilion, one of the penthouse suites at Jinzuan KTV.

"Ugh, I feel so dizzy."

Zhou Yanhuai clutched his head, which felt like it was about to explode, and struggled to get out of bed. The dull pain from the hangover made him gasp.

He squinted, his eyes still not fully focused, and looked around before finally finding what Zheng Hao had left behind on the bedside table.

On the bedside table was a glass of water and two hangover pills, with a note next to them.

Picking up the tissue, I knew without guessing that it was written by Zheng Hao. The handwriting was so messy it looked like it was written with his feet; only Zheng Hao could do that.

"Teacher Zhou, you did a great job last night. You explained the physics problems very vividly, and both girls said they benefited a lot. They even called the front desk if they needed anything. —Your dearest Hao."

Seeing these gloating comments, Zhou Yanhuai's already throbbing temples throbbed even more.

The absurd and outrageous scenes from last night were forcibly pieced together in his mind.

Thinking back on what he had done last night, he wanted to slap himself right then and there. He had actually forced two scantily clad hostesses to sit on the glass coffee table and lecture them on physics and mathematics for half the night.

It's not really his fault. Zhou Yanhuai has a good alcohol tolerance; after all, given his family's circumstances, it would be difficult for him not to drink.

But the problem is that last night, that bastard Zheng Hao had someone drive a 25-year-old Chivas Regal!

This stuff is a real strong liquor, a full 40 degrees, with a very strong aftereffect. Its alcohol content is comparable to some of the baijiu served at dinner parties.

If it were a normal drinking session with ice, sipping slowly, given Zhou Yanhuai's usual drinking capacity honed at home, even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't get so drunk and make such a fool of himself.

But what kind of ferocious scene was that in the private room last night?

After a few drinks, coupled with the deliberate encouragement and sweet words from his two alluring female companions who kept praising his drinking capacity and his impressive abilities, his already low guard crumbled completely.

Moreover, he wasn't drinking the prepared kind; he downed three 400ml beer glasses and a full 1200ml of 40% ABV whiskey straight down his throat. Let alone him, even those old alcoholics would have died on the spot after drinking like that.

"What a tragedy..." Zhou Yanhuai wailed in despair, clutching his disheveled hair tightly with both hands, wishing he could smash his head against the bedside table and die.

"I bet Haozi will laugh at me about this for at least half a year. Drinking really does lead to trouble!"

Zhou Yanhuai grabbed the glass of water and, using the plain water, shoved all the hangover medicine on the table into his mouth.

The cool liquid flowed down my throat, finally managing to suppress the churning, burning sensation in my stomach and clearing my muddled mind a little.

"I wonder if Brother Xiao and Haozi have woken up yet."

As soon as Zhou Yanhuai put down his empty water glass, he keenly noticed the strange smell in the air. He looked down and sniffed his arm. A smell of stale alcohol mixed with sweat and some kind of women's perfume hit his nostrils, making him almost vomit up the hangover medicine he had just swallowed.

"It tastes amazing..."

He frowned in disgust, feeling sticky all over his body and extremely uncomfortable.

Zhou Yanhuai got out of bed, intending to take a shower first to wash away the strange smell.

When he pulled off the blanket, he froze on the spot.

The shirt and trousers he wore last night were nowhere to be found, leaving him only in his underwear, which was clearly not the same underwear he had worn last night.

Zhou Yanhuai's brain went blank for a full five seconds.

"Where...where are my clothes?"

He pulled the blanket over himself again, countless possibilities flashing through his mind, each one making his scalp tingle more than the last.

He really did black out last night, completely and utterly.

Who helped him take off his clothes? And who put those underwear of unknown origin on him?

Didn't you say you really lost your virginity yesterday?

Influenced by his family, he has always been a very traditional boy who believes that he should save his first time for his future wife, preferably on their wedding night, accompanied by solemn vows and a sacred ceremony.

Instead of what happened now, where, in a drunken stupor and completely unaware of his surroundings, he inexplicably gave himself to one or two hostesses whose names he couldn't even recall.

"It's over, my innocence, which I've guarded for eighteen years, is completely ruined."

Zhou Yanhuai sat blankly on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, looking just like a virtuous young wife who had been brutally violated by a bully.

Just as he was lamenting the loss of his virginity, the door to the Lanyue Pavilion suite was suddenly opened from the outside.

The person who came was Zheng Hao; no one else could get in.

He swaggered in, carrying two boxes of pre-packaged seafood congee.

Looking at Zhou Yanhuai, who was wrapped in the blanket and looked like a silkworm cocoon, he couldn't help but tease him.

"Wow, our young master Zhou's look is quite unique. Let me guess, are you going for an Arabian crown prince style?"

"Screw Arabs!"

Zhou Yanhua grabbed a pillow and threw it at Zheng Hao, who easily dodged it.

Zheng Hao placed the porridge on the coffee table, but didn't sit down immediately. Instead, he gave Zhou Yanhuai, who was wrapped in a blanket and whose hair looked like a bird's nest, a look that seemed to come from visiting a zoo and seeing some rare animal.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Old Zhou, do you know what kind of expression you look like right now? You look exactly like a virgin who's just been abducted and violated by a mountain bandit!"

"Get lost!"

"Rat, tell me the truth...did I lose my virginity last night?"

"puff--"

Zheng Hao had just opened a bottle of mineral water and taken a sip when he heard this, but he immediately spat it out.

"Hahahaha! Lost your virginity? Old Zhou, Old Zhou, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about yourself? With your middle-aged teacher-like demeanor last night, girls would be avoiding you like the plague, who would dare to be with you?"

Zhou Yanhuai was stunned. "Then...then them..."

"Them? They ran away last night! I invited them over to keep you company, but you insisted on forcing them to draw parabolas and derive trigonometric functions. When the girl said she didn't know how, you slammed your fist on the table and scolded her for her bad attitude."

"Those two girls were brought to tears by your lectures. They'd rather forgo their performance fees than serve you anymore, saying that earning money here is not only physically exhausting but also mentally taxing. Who the hell would want to stay and have anything happen with you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yanhuai blushed. The heart that had been in his throat finally settled back into his stomach. He silently prayed, "It's good that I haven't lost my virginity, it's good that I haven't lost my virginity."

But then came another awkward moment: "So what's with my clothes and underwear?"

"You vomited like a human fountain last night, and all your clothes were ruined and unwearable. I had two waiters strip you naked and throw you in the bathtub to wash you clean. As for your underwear, I naturally had the waiters change it for you too."

"Of course, don't worry about that, the waiter will definitely be a man."