"For meat!" Fatty Xin raised his glass.
"For clothes that can be shabby, free, and casual!" Zheng Qing shouted hazily.
"For the dorm, for your return to the collective!" The wolf nature in Dylan's heart seemed to be gradually running wild as well.
"For better, more choices in the future!" Xiao Xiao delivered the final word.
"Cheers!"
The four glasses collided heavily, splashing beer everywhere.
After three rounds of drinks and five courses of meat,
the young wizards were all somewhat drunk.
The fat cat cautiously avoided the young wizards going mad in the dorm. It cast a disgusted glance at the chicken leg smeared with beer foam and began considering whether to secretly piss in Fatty Xin's glass.
After all, cat piss, horse piss, and beer all tasted about the same.
The fat man failed to notice the malice surging from the fat cat's eyes.
Because he was rather drunk, Zheng Qing was clutching his arm and pouring out his woes:
"...You know, I'm not good at expressing myself in public. I can't give her a romantic feeling... It feels like she and I belong to completely different worlds. Even though we're close together, our hearts are far apart. Even when we laugh over the same joke, it doesn't bring our souls any closer."
"...You know, when we sit together, even though I focus intently on her face and feel happy when she's happy, I always feel there's an invisible barrier between us. You know, she has a very open personality, acts very casually, and always dresses fashionably."
"I can't quite take it. I tried to respect her habits, tried her recipes, imitated her style, but you know, it all failed..."
Remembering that mushy food and gaseous drinks, Zheng Qing suddenly felt panicked and sick. His glass slammed heavily