Three Men Make a Show, Yet He Could Only Get Her Back

While everyone at Shrek was reigniting their passion, Zhu Zhuqing felt out of place.

She remained seated in the chair in the corner.

With legs crossed and back straight, he resembled a winter orchid rooted in the shadows.

Quiet, indifferent, separated from the surrounding hustle and bustle by an entire world.

She did not participate in the discussion from beginning to end.

She listened attentively to every single description Flender made of Ye Qing.

Flender felt a strong sense of danger as he remained unmoved in the face of the Soul Sage's oppressive aura.

"A slumbering Ferocious Beast..."

Zhu Zhuqing's fingers unconsciously stroked the armrest of the chair, her eyes flickering slightly.

Once everyone had calmed down a bit and the discussion was coming to an end...

Dai Mubai got up, walked through the hall, and stood in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

His steps were steady, and his expression was cool.

At least that's what he thinks.

"Zhu Zhuqing."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't look up.

Dai Mubai cleared his throat, unusually suppressing his usual arrogant and domineering demeanor.

His gaze fell on the remaining poison marks on Zhu Zhuqing's arm, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

How is your arm recovering?

His tone was somewhat clumsy, even a little nervous.

This kind of tension wouldn't be anything special for others.

But for Dai Mubai, it's even rarer than the sun rising in the west.

Everyone else watched in silence.

They all knew what kind of feelings Dai Mubai had for Zhu Zhuqing.

"The poisonous marks haven't completely disappeared yet. How about we have your teacher check you again?"

He even raised his hand, instinctively wanting to touch her arm.

Only then did Zhu Zhuqing take action.

She got up to avoid him, then turned and walked away decisively.

There was not a single word of response.

They didn't even give him a glance.

"..."

Dai Mubai's hand froze in mid-air.

Neither taking in nor taking back is an option.

Only Zhu Zhuqing's silhouette and the sound of her departing footsteps remained in the corridor.

Dai Mubai's face quickly turned ashen.

Two suppressed gasps came from behind me.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar witnessed the entire event and didn't miss a single moment.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Boss Dai has suffered another setback.

But they still gritted their teeth and went up anyway.

Ma Hongjun put his arm around Dai Mubai's left shoulder, while Oscar put his arm around Dai Mubai's right shoulder.

"Boss Dai, stop thinking about it."

Ma Hongjun patted him casually.

"You can't figure out a woman's mind; the more you chase after her, the worse it gets."

"That's right, that's right."

Oscar quickly chimed in, "Maybe Zhu Zhuqing is just in a bad mood because she lost Soul Fighting today."

"..."

Dai Mubai's expression shifted, and he took a deep breath and shouted, "Fatty, Xiao Ao, I'm taking you guys to Heaven Dou City for a drink!"

"I'm not serving you anymore!"

"Forget about women, drinking and eating are what men should be doing! Go have some fun!"

Ma Hongjun and Oscar looked at each other in bewilderment.

This looks like a fit of pique.

The sound is so loud, who is it for?

Both of them turned their gazes toward the end of the corridor.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure had already disappeared around the corner.

His steps didn't falter at all, and he didn't turn his head.

The last shred of confidence on Dai Mubai's face shattered completely.

His lips twitched, his eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and hurt.

But it lasted for less than a moment.

The next second, he forcibly suppressed these emotions and put on an indifferent expression.

However, his "it doesn't matter" act was so deliberate that even Ma Hongjun couldn't bear to call him out on it.

Oscar, quick-witted as ever, immediately changed the subject. "Come on, let's drink!"

Dai Mubai walked out silently.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar followed on either side.

The three men slunk away.

A private room on the second Gathering Immortals Pavilion.

The Imperial Fighting Team's victory celebration banquet has already reached its third round.

"Come on, let's play Shi Mo- Shi Mo again! The loser has to drink three cups!"

Yu Feng was flushed, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, one hand holding a wine glass and the other slapping the table.

Shi Mo silently raised his fist.

"The five champions--"

"666!"

"Bang! Old Shi, you lost again! Drink!"

Shi Mo picked up his wine glass without expression and downed it in one gulp, then put the glass down, still expressionless.

Shi Mo, standing beside him, remained expressionless.

The twin brothers have identical expressionless faces.

Coupled with Yu Feng's face, which was as red as a monkey's bottom from drinking, the scene was particularly comical.

Osler sat in the corner and unusually spoke a few more words, "Yu Feng, take it easy, you have training tomorrow."

"Training? We'll talk about tomorrow!"

With a wave of his hand, Yu Feng exuded boundless pride.

"Drink today, for tomorrow we die," haven't you heard of that?

"You've already had thirteen too many drinks," Shi Mo added expressionlessly.

Ye Lingling sat by the window, sipping her fruit wine in small sips.

It's peach flavored, Sisi, and not very intoxicating.

A faint pink blush had crept onto her cheeks, adding a touch of coquettish charm to her gentle, watery eyes.

Ning Rongrong sat next to her, watching the commotion with a smile.

"Sister Lingling, your face is so red, maybe you shouldn't drink it?"

"It's nothing... it's just fruit wine."

Ye Lingling shook her head slightly, her voice as soft as cotton wrapped in sugar. "I'm not drunk."

"The tips of your ears are all red."

Ye Lingling subconsciously reached out and touched her ear.

She found it was indeed very hot.

She immediately felt even more embarrassed, and shrank her shoulders while holding the cup.

Dugu Yan sat opposite Ye Qing, holding a glass of wine in her hand, and didn't say much.

She wasn't the type to make a scene at a victory celebration.

A win is a win, there's nothing to brag about.

Ye Qing sat in the main seat, one arm draped over the back of the chair, looking at his boisterous teammates with a faint smile on his lips.

This feeling is not bad.

Ye Qing picked up her wine glass and took a small sip.

Having transmigrated to this world for so long, he went from being a lone waiter and odd-job worker in a restaurant...

Now, I have a group of teammates around me who I can drink with, fight with, and celebrate with.

"Brother Ye! Come on, let's have a toast!"

Yu Feng, holding a wine glass, swayed as he approached.

Ye Qing smiled and clinked glasses with him.

"Alright, drink less, or you won't be able to walk in a minute."

"We can leave, we can leave!"

"I can drink a thousand cups of Yu Feng —burp—"

A burp escaped Yu Feng, startling even himself.

A burst of laughter erupted in the private room.

Yu Feng blushed and waved his hand, muttering, "No, no, I need to go out for some fresh air to sober up."

After saying that, he staggered out of the door.

No one paid much attention and continued drinking.

Ye Qing had just poured herself a cup of tea.

He drinks in moderation, switching to tea when he reaches a certain limit—a habit he developed before time travel.

Before the tea could even be served, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the private room.

There was an argument.

There was the sound of a woman crying.

It was also interspersed with Yu Feng's loud voice.

Ye Qing's hand froze in mid-air.

"What's that noise?" Dugu Yan frowned and put down her wine cup.

Ye Lingling also looked puzzled, a hint of worry appearing on her slightly flushed pink cheeks.

"What's going on?" Osler frowned. "I think I heard the sound of the Yu Feng."

"Let's go take a look."

Ye Qing put down her teacup and stood up.

Everyone followed and walked out of the private room.

Everyone witnessed a scene that instantly turned sour.

Yu Feng stood blocking the middle of the corridor, arms outstretched, his face contorted with rage.

Although he had drunk quite a bit himself, he was now mostly sober and started pointing at the person opposite him, cursing loudly.

Who the hell do you think you are?

"When you're drunk, you start touching me inappropriately. Didn't your teacher teach you anything about manners?"

The person he was pointing at and cursing was an overweight teenager who reeked of alcohol.

He was so drunk he was staggering and couldn't even speak coherently.

It's Ma Hongjun from Shrek!