He was naturally good at drinking and had honed his skills at social drinking parties, so he refused to believe he couldn't outdrink Wen Feiran, a novice.
The more they drank, the more outrageous their words became, and they made quite a few jokes. Zou Yuxing, who was already an E, almost made Wen Feiran, a socially awkward person, suffocate when he got drunk.
Zou Yuxing had mocked Wen Feiran before, but unexpectedly, he was the first to get drunk.
Wen Feiran poked Zou Yuxing's arm with her hand, and when he didn't react, her eyes immediately lit up.
Hmph, it's my turn for revenge!
Oh dear, how did you get drunk first?
"Zou Yuxing, are you no good? Your alcohol tolerance is so low!"
"Do you need me to pull you by the leg and drag you back to your room?"
Viewers in the live stream. "..."
With that level of sarcasm, my friend, you should just sit at the kids' table.
Su Shangting and the other two new guests also got drunk one after another. The group slumped onto the table, their bodies sliding down until they were covered in mud.
Wen Feiran, who was the first to show signs of intoxication, persisted, though her face grew increasingly red.
Wen Feiran rubbed his temples, his brows furrowed, his expression revealing pain. He felt lightheaded, as if there was a white mist in his mind. He shouted loudly into it, but the mist swallowed his voice. He waited for a long time but received no response.
So this is what it feels like to be drunk...
Wen Feiran, a complete novice at drinking, was intrigued and was about to ask Su Shangting for advice when she looked up and found that everyone was drunk.
???
Guan Yunning was indeed a heavy drinker. Holding the bottle, he struggled to lift his head, his unfocused gaze wandering up, down, left, and right before finally settling on Wen Feiran's face.
"You, you're not..." Guan Yunning hiccuped, then straightened his tongue. "Not drunk yet?"
Wen Feiran stood up, supporting himself on the table. He tried to take a couple of steps, but wobbled a lot. Completely oblivious to his own lapse in concentration, he exclaimed with delight, "I don't think I'm really drunk!"
Guan Yunning scoffed lightly, "You? Let me demonstrate for you."
He tried to support himself on the table, but he was so drunk that his legs trembled twice, and he slumped back down onto his backside.
Guan Yunning shook his head and held up one finger at Wen Feiran, "Stop pretending, I've seen through you a long time ago."
Wen Feiran sat back down, chuckling sheepishly, "Really?"
Guan Yunning slumped back onto the table, his voice growing softer, but the thoughts he had before getting drunk were too intense, stimulating his nerves.
He was no longer capable of rational thought; he spoke on instinct, "You definitely have a lot of secrets you're hiding, and so do I, but I'm much more cunning than you."
Wen Feiran almost fell asleep sitting up. He slowly shook his head and muttered, "I'm still better."
Even when drunk, Guan Yunning's competitive spirit was terrifyingly strong. "I'm clearly the better one. I have three secrets. Come and help me up, and I'll tell you!"
For some reason, Wen Feiran sat there stiffly, imitating a goldfish blowing bubbles. Hearing this, he struggled to lift his eyelids, his expression as obedient as a primary school student, "I want to hear."
"First move," Guan Yunning put his arm around Zou Yuxing, "This person is popular, but you can't be too blatant in trying to piggyback on their fame. You can say that Wen Feiran and Su Shangting don't get along, unlike me, I'm the only one who considers you my best friend."
Wen Feiran held the pen formed from air, nodding frequently, and scribbled something on the table.
Guan Yunning was very satisfied with his studious attitude and continued, "The second trick is to not show what you want. You can say, 'Go ahead and worry about it. It's okay. I just sprained my ankle, I'm fine.'"
At this point, Guan Yunning slapped his thigh and laughed wildly, his expression suggesting he was mocking someone.
Wen Feiran nodded again, "I've got it."
"The last resort..." Guan Yunning looked at his palm, struggling to break his fingers, only managing to leave three. "You absolutely must sow discord. Their relationship is too good; do you think you can get what you want?" He revealed a smug expression. "Otherwise, how did you ever know I got my boyfriend?"
Even though Wen Feiran was drunk, the kid who wanted to hear gossip was tense and tried hard to stay alert as he moved closer to Guan Yunning.
Guan Yunning said boastfully, "Let me tell you..."
The live stream chat exploded with comments, so dense they almost covered the entire screen.
[Oh my god, what did I just hear?! Is this something I could say on camera?! (Image of someone crawling around in terror)]
[Guan Yunning is truly a master of rhetoric, but his words are indeed quite skillful. Although I felt uncomfortable before, I couldn't pinpoint the problem.]
[!! He twisted his ankle while filming a variety show. His partner kindly carried him to complete the task, but was scolded for days for being useless and cold-blooded. It turns out that Guan Yunning deliberately stirred up trouble.]
[Guan Yunning is so scheming! He knew it was Wen Feiran's first time drinking, yet he forced him to drink. Did he want to see Wen Feiran's embarrassing behavior while drunk? It's terrifying to think about.]
[Haha, I never expected Wen Feiran to have such a high alcohol tolerance, yet I still got hooked. Serves me right!]
[Tsk tsk tsk, I suspect Wen Feiran added a lot of truth serum to the wine, otherwise why would Guan Yunning be so open and honest with him about tea ceremony.]
[Ah, he finally admitted it. He stole Yinyin's boyfriend, and even said that only the unloved are the mistresses. Yinyin was ridiculed for a long time, with everyone saying he had no self-awareness, what a bastard!]
[This is definitely a werewolf self-destruction, a suicide-style statement! We're doomed, another one's gone, leaving only two new guests.]
[The director probably never imagined this show would be so demanding on the guests.]
[!! Wen Feiran was there again, and the only one who was conscious. I'm starting to get scared; he probably doesn't have anything on him.]