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The girls' private room was packed.

Zhao Peng and Wang Hao were like wind-up comedians, their mouths moving rapidly.

"Haozi, did you lose points again while playing games last night?"

"Don't even mention it, I ran into a cheater, it made me so angry."

"Haha, with your skills, even a cheater would look down on you."

Liu Fei and Xia Ran completely relaxed their guard and burst into laughter.

The atmosphere was lively and natural, and everyone was completely unsuspecting.

Shen Zhiyi sat in the corner, not saying much, but with clear eyes.

Su Man was the only one in the entire room who was completely stiff.

She was clutching the spiked drink in her hand.

Holding it or not is not an option.

I dare not hand it over.

I dare not hide it.

I dare not lose it.

The room was filled with people, and countless eyes were fixed on them.

What's the difference between this and being surrounded by onlookers at an execution ground?!

Su Man could only force out a smile that looked worse than crying.

She stood there like a wooden stake, experiencing what social death is like.

My mind is completely overwhelmed.

Help!!

Who can help me! !

Zhao Peng suddenly turned to look at her.

"Su Man, what are you doing standing there? Sit down."

Su Manqian chuckled, "I...I just ate and I'm not very hungry. I'll just stand here for a while."

Wang Hao chimed in, "Even if you're not hungry, you have to sit down; standing is too tiring."

Suman could only move to the edge of the chair, with only a third of her bottom touching it.

The beverage bottle in her hand creaked as she gripped it tightly.

Liu Fei casually asked, "Sister Man, what does your drink taste like?"

Su Man's hand trembled: "Just... regular fruit juice."

Xia Ran leaned closer: "Let me try some."

Su Man suddenly shrank back: "No! This bottle... I don't really want to drink this one."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

If you don't want to drink it, what are you going to do with it?

Zhao Peng immediately smoothed things over: "If you don't want to drink, then don't. Come on, come on, have some food."

The atmosphere warmed up again, and Su Man breathed a sigh of relief.

But the bottle in my hand got even hotter.

My phone in my pocket suddenly started vibrating continuously.

Like a death warrant.

Su Man took out her phone and looked at it.

Basil's attitude had become extremely impatient.

"Have you started?"

"With so many opportunities, what are you doing?"

"Can it succeed?"

Don't waste my time!

Su Man stared at the screen, cold sweat trickling down her back.

She panicked completely.

I dare not tell the truth.

Confessing means taking the blame directly, the mission fails, and all benefits are lost.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and make up lies to fool them.

My fingers are trembling as I type.

"Too many people, no chance."

"Wait a little longer."

send.

In the next private room.

Basil stared at her phone screen and immediately exploded.

He was already prepared to spend money, lose face, eat rotten food, and swallow his anger tonight.

I've been self-motivated throughout, and I've managed to get through this.

The result was, "Too many people, no chance."

Basil's mindset was completely unbalanced.

He immediately started making fun of himself.

More than 10,000 yuan has gone down the drain?

Was all that effort I put into maintaining a high-class atmosphere for the whole night wasted?

For the first time, he felt like he had been tricked by Su Man.

What started as trust has turned into extreme frustration and regret.

The "victim" persona was fully established at this moment.

Basil was so angry she almost crushed her phone.

He cursed at the air, "Useless!"

The waiter who had just come in to deliver the food was startled and cautiously asked, "Sir, would you like to order more food?"

Basil glared at him: "Add my ass!"

The waiter slunk away.

Basil took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

No.

We cannot afford to fail at the last minute.

He's never been so pathetic when pursuing a girl. He's determined to have Shen Zhiyi!

He typed back to Su Man: "I'll give you ten more minutes. If you can't handle it, you're on your own."

Su Man, who was in the private room, turned even paler when she saw the message.

ten minutes.

What opportunities can you have in ten minutes?

Ten minutes is enough to do a hook-eight!

Zhao Peng and Wang Hao were like two pieces of chewing gum, sticking to her side and refusing to leave.

She tried to stand up: "I'm going to the restroom."

Zhao Peng immediately followed: "I'll go too, it'll be good for digestion."

Su Man: "..."

I went to the women's restroom and you followed me to digest my food?

Is this something a human being could do?

She could only turn and walk towards the door, with Zhao Peng following closely behind.

Upon reaching the restroom door, Su Man asked, "You...you'll wait outside?"

Zhao Peng said sincerely, "I'll wait for you. What if you faint from low blood sugar? That way, you can call me and I can rush to your aid!"

This is...

Su Man gritted her teeth and had no choice but to go into the bathroom.

She stood in the cubicle, looking at the beverage bottle in her hand.

Flush it away?

No, I can't explain this to Basil.

Take it back?

If she gets caught, her life will be over.

She squatted on the toilet seat, her hands covering her head.

My mind is a complete mess.

Outside, Zhao Peng tentatively asked, "Su Man, are you alright?"

Su Man: "...I'm fine."

She opened the door, and Zhao Peng immediately came to greet her.

"It's good that you're alright. Come on, let's go back and continue our conversation."

Su Man mechanically followed him back to the private room.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

Back in her seat, she found Shen Zhiyi looking at her.

His gaze was calm, yet scrutinizing.

Su Man's heart tightened.

She quickly stuffed the beverage bottle under the table.

Zhao Peng, with his sharp eyes, called out, "Su Man, where's your drink?"

Su Man chuckled dryly, "I...I put it in my bag."

Zhao Peng: "Oh, what kind of drink is so expensive that you have to take it even to the toilet?"

Su Man: "..."

She found Zhao Peng particularly annoying today.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

Zhang Yifan sat quietly and watched the show the whole time.

Occasionally, a casual remark would be made.

What seemed unintentional was actually deadly.

"Su Man, the packaging of that drink you were holding earlier was quite nice, what brand is it?"

Su Man's hand trembled.

"Ah... just regular fruit juice, Huiyuan Peach Juice."

"Oh, that's good. It's just a drink, aren't you going to share it with us?"

Su Man suddenly realized that every time Zhang Yifan spoke, he was just blocking the last bit of room for maneuver she had left.

This is the ultimate way to kill someone by destroying their spirit.

Su Man felt increasingly cold inside.

She gradually realized that something was wrong.

Coincidences couldn't possibly be this frequent.

But tonight, everyone is huddled together and refusing to leave.

Unfortunately, tonight, every blind spot is blocked.

Unfortunately, tonight, she was completely restrained and unable to move an inch.

It's definitely not just bad luck.

Something must be wrong.

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out the root of the problem.

She had no idea about all the conspiracies happening just a wall away.

It had already been monitored and controlled throughout the entire process.

All her struggles and calculations were seen as child's play by others.

The unsolvable feeling of frustration was driving her to the brink of mental exhaustion.

The more I think about it, the more scared I get; the longer I wait, the more I panic.

Su Man looked down at the drinks in her bag.

The liquid in the bottle was calm and still, looking no different from any other ordinary beverage.

Only she knew how much risk was involved.

The greed that had clouded his judgment of wealth and luxury faded away almost instantly.

Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of fear.

She began to feel scared.

What if the vehicle overturns on the spot due to a mistake in operation?

What if I get caught and my reputation is ruined?

What if Basil goes back on her word afterward and makes her take all the blame?

So what if you have a recording?

If this really blows up, she's just an ordinary student and she can't withstand any turmoil.

The so-called chips of wealth and status instantly became illusory.

Previously, all he wanted was to make a name for himself, turn his life around, and climb the social ladder.

Now her only thought is to survive and avoid disaster.

It's okay if you don't make any contributions, it's okay if you don't make any money.

Don't get yourself involved.

The courage to take risks was completely worn down by fear.

Su Man's mentality was completely distorted.

She didn't dare to make a move.

Even if she were given the chance now, she wouldn't dare to gamble.

If I don't take action, I won't be able to finish my report tonight.

She was trapped in a dead end, unable to move forward or backward.

After a brief stalemate.

Looking at the still bustling crowd, Su Man completely resigned herself to her fate.

There is absolutely no possibility of any action being taken tonight.

Continuing this will only make Basil angrier.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to edit the message.

Each word is heavy, and every single one carries a sense of helplessness.

"The timing isn't right tonight; there's no room for maneuver, and I can't make a move."

"How about we try again another day?"

The moment the message is successfully sent.

The atmosphere in the next private room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Basil stared at the text on the screen, her mind going blank for a moment.

The next second, all the emotions that had been building up all night exploded completely.

Frustration, losses, devaluation, internal friction, and wasted effort.

All the negative emotions piled up and directly broke through the bottom line.

Another day?

What right does he have to change the course of history?

The money he spent, the anger he suffered, the grievances he endured, and the low standard he set for himself tonight.

Is it possible to make it up another day?

Are all the sacrifices made tonight for nothing?

Basil tapped the screen rapidly with such force that she almost crushed the phone.

A single message, domineering and forceful, instantly went viral.

"It has to happen tonight, no postponements!"