It wasn't easy to find a small restaurant with private rooms. After entering the private room, Chen Pingjiang ordered a few dishes and called the waiter,
"A case of beer, please."
"I want to drink coke."
He Siyu, the youngest in the dorm, looked at Chen Pingjiang with some embarrassment.
Chen Pingjiang waved his hand,
"I encourage drinking, not smoking. As long as you're a man, you have to drink tonight; no one can escape. Besides, it's beer, almost like water, don't be afraid."
Zhao Shaoyang nodded,
"Exactly, what's the big deal about drinking coke at our first get-together? Don't be a killjoy."
Hearing Chen Pingjiang say this, He Siyu and Wang Lei, whose face was covered in acne scars, finally nodded.
"That's more like it. You don't have to drink in the future if you don't want to, but there are two occasions when you absolutely must drink: today and the graduation dinner."
Chen Pingjiang grinned as he filled everyone's glasses.
After a table of hot dishes was served, the atmosphere immediately changed.
Chen Pingjiang set a lively pace, telling dirty jokes and recounting various anecdotes.
"Guo Dewen, don't you dare be a fish farmer!"
"Wang Lei, others toast around once, are you toasting around once per glass?"
Drinking habits reveal character.
At a drinking table, one sees all sorts of people.
Swapping drinks glass for glass shows sincerity; toasting one table with one glass is slippery; after a few 'cat's piss' drinks, smashing things, hitting people, and cursing – you should avoid such people in the future.
Those who don't cause trouble after drinking but cry are under great pressure.
Those who talk a lot after drinking usually have an introverted personality.
As for those who just sleep after drinking, they are generally normal people.
Among these people, Chen Pingjiang most hated those who 'transformed' after drinking.
He once took a new colleague to a business dinner; the person, initially refined, completely transformed after getting drunk, grabbing a bottle and spewing vulgarities, wanting to "do" the client, which scared Chen Pingjiang's face green.
He Siyu truly couldn't drink; after just two glasses, his face was flushed red, like a monkey's butt, and his small eyes began to glaze over.
Zhao Shaoyang, relying on being a local, spoke and acted with arrogance, but at the drinking table, he liked to play smart.
When others drank a full glass, he drank half, then immediately refilled it, and then turned to mock others for not being able to drink.
Wang Lei was clearly a secretly flirtatious man; despite being taciturn, he initially refused to drink, but after slowly getting the hang of it, it was as if a monster had been unleashed within him.
Guo Dewen's alcohol tolerance was decent, but he probably only drank at home during holidays and had never socialized, so he didn't know the rules.
Dong Tinghui was the most normal one, after all, he was the oldest and a bit more mature.
After a round of drinks, Chen Pingjiang had a clear understanding of everyone's personalities.
Zhao Shaoyang and Dong Tinghui, with a tacit understanding, didn't challenge each other to drink.
Instead, they turned their attack towards He Siyu and Wang Lei.
Especially Wang Lei, who was drinking for the first time, didn't know his alcohol tolerance, yet thought he was grown up and amazing.
With the excitement of his first drink, he accepted almost every toast, drinking quickly and eagerly, wanting to prove how much he could drink.
Those two bastards wouldn't even let the other three go to the toilet, repeatedly chanting, "If our friendship is deep, we chug it; if it's shallow, we sip it." and "Are you looking down on me? You drank with him but not with me?"
Before long, the rookies lined up to go to the toilet, performing their 'water dragon technique.'
Wang Lei, in particular, was truly miserable.
With the alcohol kicking in, he crawled directly under the table and fell asleep.
Chen Pingjiang directly went 1v2, initiating a 'wheel battle.'
To get someone drunk, you had to drink quickly with them, not giving them time to recover, or to eat a dish or drink some soup.
As long as your sheer drinking capacity surpassed the opponent's, they had to go down.
"Come on, Shaoyang, as a local, you know Dongjiang best. Please take care of your brothers in the future; we'll follow your lead."
"No problem, no problem, we're all brothers."
"Come on, bottom's up! Damn, the glass is too small, let's just drink from the bottle."
Zhao Shaoyang was dumbfounded.
This was a large bottle of beer, not the small ones found in bars.
But seeing Chen Pingjiang had already tilted his head back and started drinking, he couldn't refuse.
So, he bit the bullet and began to drink, stopping several times to slowly recover when he couldn't drink anymore, with alcohol fumes pouring from his nose and mouth.
After much effort, he finally finished it.
When another bottle went down, Zhao Shaoyang couldn't hold on any longer.
He opened his mouth wide, and a stream of liquid sprayed directly out, thankfully not at anyone.
Dong Tinghui, watching from the side, stared wide-eyed, exclaiming how fierce it was, and nervously wanted to escape to the toilet.
Chen Pingjiang grabbed Dong Tinghui's arm, not letting him go.
"Bro, bro! If you get us all drunk, are you planning to carry five people back to the dorm by yourself later?"
At this remark, Chen Pingjiang realized he had a point.
He nodded, "Little lightweight, I'll keep a tab on it."
Dong Tinghui also understood what Chen Pingjiang meant.
Originally, the first day's dinner was supposed to be a casual drinking and chatting session, with more bragging and conversation.
But it ended up becoming a 'farewell dinner' due to those bastards Zhao Shaoyang and Dong Tinghui, who directly knocked out two people.
He Siyu drank less; though a bit dizzy, he could still walk on his own.
Wang Lei and Guo Dewen were completely passed out, stiff as corpses.
Zhao Shaoyang hadn't fallen yet, but his cerebellum was no longer functioning.
Dong Tinghui helped Wang Lei, He Siyu was in charge of Guo Dewen, and Zhao Shaoyang was assigned to Chen Pingjiang.
However, this fool struggled, refusing Chen Pingjiang's support, and activated his chatterbox mode.
"I... I'm not drunk." Subtext: I'm effing wasted.
"No, I'm not bragging..." Subtext: I'm about to start bragging.
"We're all our own people, if anything happens in the future..." Subtext: If anything happens in the future, try not to bother me.
"Brother, I'm telling you, you can tell others..." Subtext: Brother, everyone who drinks with me knows this secret.
The next morning, Chen Pingjiang suddenly woke up.
Seeing it was seven o'clock, he hastily woke up his five "sons."
It was truly the endless fate of an old father.
The washroom was full of people.
After queuing to brush their teeth and wash their faces, the few of them went together to the nearest second cafeteria for breakfast.
The freshman assembly was at 8 AM.
After that, there was the first class meeting.
It would probably be noon by the time everything was done.
The summer sun rose early.
When everyone arrived at the main sports field following the signs, many people from Class 4 of Business Administration were already there.
Boys and girls gathered in their dorm groups, clearly separated.
A group of boys' eyes darted everywhere, not just looking at their own class but also the neighboring ones.
The girls were no better; some girls scanned around even more blatantly than the boys.
"That one's good, good figure."
"Look over there, a bit handsome."
The girls in Business Administration Class 1 were quite good-looking, all above average.
Chen Pingjiang remembered Yan Yan, whom he saw at the sports institute that day; she was the "ceiling" (top tier).
The boys in the dorm looked on with sparkling eyes, and for some reason, they started arguing.
"Brother Chen, look at those two girls opposite, who's prettier?"
Zhao Shaoyang pointed to two girls.
He and Dong Tinghui had been arguing about it for a long time.
The girl Zhao Shaoyang liked wore Korean makeup, a floral chiffon camisole dress, with collarbones like jade and straight shoulders that enhanced her elegant charm.
Her looks were upper-middle tier.
The other girl, whom Dong Tinghui supported, was not wearing makeup but was dressed in a JK uniform, full of vitality and youthful energy.
She wore a pair of shiny black small leather shoes and thoughtfully tied a ribbon on her left thigh.
The two argued endlessly and unanimously asked Chen Pingjiang to judge.
After less than a day of getting along, they felt that Chen Pingjiang's words carried more authority.
The commotion attracted the attention of the boys in the class, plus a small number of girls, who also noticed the two 'class beauties'.
Chen Pingjiang wasn't an idiot; how could he make a choice between two?
Wouldn't that offend people?
"Only children make multiple-choice questions. Me, I want both."
"Brother Chen, you're so shameless!" Zhao Shaoyang spat.
Dong Tinghui gave a thumbs-up,
"Old Chen, you're awesome."
Chen Pingjiang laughed heartily,
"Friendly reminder, try not to date classmates."
"Why?"
"If you're too lovey-dovey, it's easy to annoy people. If you argue, the whole class knows. Hanging out together every day for too long also loses its novelty. The most crucial thing is, where can you go with this shadow?
It's inconvenient to look at handsome guys or beautiful girls, there's a sense of restriction. And if you break up, it's awkward to see each other in class."
Dong Tinghui was dumbfounded.
For young people entering university, having a partner was already good enough; how could he think of all this?
"Did you date girls in your class back in high school? Otherwise, how could you be so experienced?"
Chen Pingjiang looked at the few people around him with an exaggerated expression of surprise:
"No way, have none of you ever been in a relationship?"
Dong Tinghui's mouth twitched, thinking,
"Brother, you just killed the conversation."
"Brother Chen, tell me which one you like, so I can avoid you, my strong rival."
Chen Pingjiang was the only one in the dorm who could impress Zhao Shaoyang; he was skilled in all aspects of eating, drinking, and entertainment, and his worldly wisdom made him seem unlike a student.
Most importantly, he was very handsome, and Zhao Shaoyang dared not "stroke the tiger's whiskers" (challenge him).
"Not interested for now. Women only slow down my money-making speed."
Chen Pingjiang raised his chin proudly.
"Pfft!"
"You're trying too hard to act cool."
Those around him all raised their middle fingers.
Chen Pingjiang didn't care, thinking to himself that his aspirations were too high for others to understand.
The success rate of dating in freshman year won't exceed ten percent.
At this time, fresh out of high school, like birds escaped from a cage, their hearts are very restless, and relationships generally don't end well.
(End of Chapter)
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