You Still Need More Practice with That Skill

They got straight to it. Eight people was actually the ideal number for playing games and drinking.

With fewer people, it wasn't as fun, while with more, everyone would have to wait ages for their turn.

This number was just right.

Although Su Yang hadn't bought any liquor when he went grocery shopping that afternoon, he still had plenty of beer at home besides the white liquor.

Since they weren't drinking to their limits tonight, it was more than enough.

It was already ten-thirty at night. Although they had to get up early tomorrow, they could still play for another two or three hours.

The eight of them eagerly sat around the carpet beneath the sofa and started playing finger-guessing games. Meng Qianyu, Lu Yun, and Tang Ziyun sat on the sofa chatting and singing. The atmosphere was excellent.

"Come on, come on, Brother Yang, it's your turn. Your side doesn't seem to be doing very well. You've lost three in a row, and you're the only one left."

Su Yang smiled. "What's the rush? Beat me first, then talk."

"Don't get cocky. You may be good at drinking, but when it comes to finger-guessing games, hehe, you're still a little lacking."

Su Yang rolled his eyes at Liu Bo. "Enough nonsense. Hurry up. What are we playing?"

"Fifteen-Twenty."

"Come on."

As they spoke, the two got into position and began calling out.

After three consecutive rounds, Su Yang successfully defeated Liu Bo.

Seeing that Su Yang had finally won one back, the three girls beside him cheered happily.

"Su Yang is awesome!"

"It has to be Brother Su Yang. Take them all down!" Ren Lingxi shouted along.

Su Yang smiled faintly and looked at Pan Ning, Meng Wenzhou, and Jiang Xiaotang. "Next!"

"I'm up!" Meng Wenzhou twisted his neck,