N-M Chapter 69: Just kidding, don't take it seriously!
Chapter 69: Just kidding, don't take it seriously!
Lin Bei reached out and took the two drinks, neither drinking nor putting them down, but holding them in his hands and shaking them, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two boys' faces.
He held the cup up to the light and asked, "What's in this cup?"
"The drinks are orange juice and grape juice," the boy on the left answered.
He reached out to take the cup back.
As a result, Lin Bei pulled the cup back and grabbed nothing at all.
"A drink?" Lin Bei brought the cup closer to his nose, then placed it on the table and looked up at them.
"Is this a beverage?"
"You think you can fool anyone with your little schemes?"
Su Qianqian was always smart and knew that Lin Bei wouldn't cause trouble in this situation for no reason.
That means there's probably something wrong with the orange juice in front of you.
She picked up the cup and held it under her nose, smelling it carefully.
Su Qianqian comes from a noble family and has been studying various famous wines since childhood. She can accurately tell the ingredients and vintage of a wine just by tasting it.
She had just taken a careful sniff and indeed noticed something was wrong with the drink; it seemed to contain some high-proof liquor, which was masked by some kind of chemical.
You won't feel anything after drinking this one glass of wine, but the effects of the alcohol will quickly kick in and make you feel much worse than with regular drinks.
"There's something wrong with this drink," Su Qianqian said expressionlessly, putting the cup down on the table.
"What?" Song Qingning picked up her glass of grape juice and took a small sip.
As soon as the liquid touched her tongue, she turned her head and spat it on the ground, then grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth.
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"
"This is laced with baijiu (Chinese liquor)!"
Old Gao instantly jumped up from his chair, snatched the drink from his hand, and took a small sip.
After confirming that the drink contained alcohol, he slammed his hand on the table.
With a "bang!", several drops of soup from the turntable's glass splashed onto the tablecloth.
Old Gao pointed at the two boys, his voice choked with suppressed anger, and finally exploded: "Are you two crazy?"
"Knowing full well that the two of them don't drink alcohol, he still mixed baijiu into their drinks and pretended it was juice to offer them as a toast."
"What the hell are you trying to do?"
"Why are you trying to get them drunk!"
"No, no..." The boy on the left chuckled dryly and took half a step back.
"It was just a joke, just teasing them, don't take it seriously."
The one on the right chimed in, shrugging, "We're all old classmates, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"
"I just wanted to see what they looked like when they were drunk, it's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal?" Lin Bei grinned. "Trying to joke around, looking at how someone acts when they're drunk, huh?"
"Heh...hehe," the boy on the left chuckled, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."
Chen Junrong put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, leaned back in his chair, and waved his hand:
"Yeah, it was just a joke, it's not that serious, it's not that serious."
"We're all old classmates, who would really harm anyone?"
"Lin Bei, you're being too sensitive."
Lin Bei ignored Chen Junrong.
He picked up a glass of freshly poured liquor from the table and walked over to the boy on his left.
Before the boy could react, Lin Bei had already reached out and grabbed his chin, prying his mouth open.
Then, he poured the glass of liquor into his mouth.
"Waaah..."
A glass of baijiu was poured down the boy's throat, and he grabbed Lin Bei's wrists with both hands and pushed him away.
As a result, the wine spilled from the corner of his mouth and onto his collar, choking him so much that he bent over and coughed violently, his face turning red and tears welling up in his eyes.
Lin Bei placed the empty cup on the table in front of him and laughed, "Trying to joke around, huh?"
"I was just joking with you."
"I suppose we're all classmates, so you probably won't mind, right?"
When Lao Gao saw Lin Bei make a move, he immediately joined the group.
He grabbed another glass of alcohol-laced beverage and walked toward the second boy.
The boy was so frightened that he took two steps back, tripped over a chair leg, and almost fell backward.
Taking advantage of his loss of balance, Lao Gao grabbed his collar and pressed him against the back of the chair.
Then, I put the cup directly into his mouth.
"Ugh..." The boy was so drunk that he was waving his arms and legs wildly, desperately trying to pry open Lao Gao's arm.
As a result, after downing most of a glass of wine, he collapsed onto the table, coughing so hard he couldn't speak, his face covered in tears and snot.
"Enough!" Chen Junrong stood up, slammed his hand on the table, and shouted angrily, "Lin Bei, Gao Da, that's enough!"
"Is it really that serious? I just said it was a joke..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Bei picked up a bottle of unopened liquor from the table, unscrewed the cap, and walked up to Chen Junrong.
When Chen Junrong saw Lin Bei approaching, he subconsciously took a half step back. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Bei had already raised the wine bottle above his head.
With a flick of the wrist, the bottle opening was facing down.
Clear white liquor was poured down Chen Junrong's slicked-back hair.
The liquor flowed down his forehead into his eyes and mouth, then trickled down his chin to the collar of his white shirt, and then down the rest of the way.
Chen Junrong was completely dumbfounded, frozen on the spot, his hands outstretched, not knowing where to put them.
Especially the eyes that are so spicy from the alcohol that they can't open, and the coughing that comes from choking on the strong liquor when trying to say something.
"Cough cough... Lin Bei, you..."
Lin Bei placed the empty bottle on the table in front of Chen Junrong, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "Then I'll play a joke on you too."
"We're all classmates, you probably wouldn't take it seriously."
Chen Junrong wiped the liquor off his face, his chest aching and teeth itching with anger. He pointed at Lin Bei and gritted his teeth: "Lin Bei, you... how dare you lay a hand on me... how dare you!"
Lin Bei had already turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks upon hearing those words.
He walked back to the table, picked up another glass of baijiu, and came to Chen Junrong.
However, with another flick of his wrist, he splashed all the liquor in the glass onto Chen Junrong's face.
The liquor flowed down Chen Junrong's forehead again, into his eyes and mouth, choking him and causing him to cough violently. He had to wipe his eyes several times before he could barely open them.
Lin Bei placed the empty cup on the table and said with a gloomy expression, "Did I give you too much face?"
"You've been acting sarcastic and causing trouble these past few days, I can't be bothered to talk to you."
"You really think I don't have a temper?"
Chen Junrong sat in the chair, his hair and upper body completely soaked.
Especially the hairspray on the hair, after being dissolved by the alcohol, stuck to the scalp in strands.
The chest area of the white shirt was soaked, and the flesh color could be vaguely seen underneath.
At this moment, Chen Junrong's underlings quickly pulled out tissues to wipe his face, but he pushed them away.
The whole class watched this scene.
Some people's chopsticks were suspended in mid-air, forgetting to pick up food, and some people forgot to chew the rice in their mouths.
They were all stunned by what had just happened!