Online Game: Three Kingdoms Era

  "Hello, who is it?" A lazy voice came from the phone, sounding like he had just woken up.

  "Hehe, junior sister, did you have a good rest at noon?"

  "Oh, Old Gu? I just took a nap. I have a tutoring session later, and I had class this morning. Why don't you call me back tonight?"

  I feel a little disappointed. This is a state that has been there since last year, and I suddenly found myself losing the ability to please girls. I imagine the look on my sister's face at the other end of the phone, as if a huge gap is forming between me and her.

  My junior fellow apprentice was met at a literary gathering. At that time, all the boys were drinking desperately. The girls who couldn't drink had already run away, and those who could only drink a little also excused themselves to hide. Only a few with slightly better capacity were competing with the boys in drinking. When I arrived, the party had been going on for about half an hour. As usual, several drunkards wanted me to drink as punishment, as usual, I desperately tried to shirk it off, and as usual, after trying to shirk it off until the end, I finally couldn't avoid it. As usual, I thought of ways to reduce my drinking, but as usual, I didn't escape those clever people's tactics to persuade me to drink.

  Fortunately, the drinking capacity I accumulated in college has not regressed due to the recent two years of running around, and I managed to withstand those drunkards' crazy bombardment.

  During the intervals of drinking, I also stole a glance at those girls. Several were sitting with an air of mystery, looking as if they were waiting for the outcome. Under their gaze like cats watching mice, standing from the mouse's point of view, I couldn't help but have some thoughts about them.

  But just then, I noticed a girl sitting quietly there. She seemed to have been staring at me intently all along. Or maybe she had been staring at someone else before and suddenly stared at me now. Our eyes met, and we both froze for a moment.

  I have to admit, she first conquered me with her beauty. At the first impression, unless a woman particularly expresses herself in some aspects, men's attention is still focused on her appearance. I don't know if there were any pretty girls among those who looked at me like cats, and even if they did, my vigilance might have overlooked them. But this girl didn't have that kind of gaze, so her beauty became so striking at that moment.

  I couldn't help but stare at her for several seconds, and she also stared back at me blankly. But just then some drunkard came over with a cup to toast me, and I reluctantly shifted my gaze away from her, once again facing the drinking gathering like a seasoned veteran.

  Because I arrived late, those drunkards had already been at each other's throats for a while, so soon they felt exhausted. At this time, the girls who were watching me like cats watching mice began to take turns coming up. After I successively resolved several consecutive beautiful women's offensives, I turned my gaze back to her again.

  At this time, the girl sitting next to her said: "Tonight our secret weapon will be launched. Boys, get ready." Then she shook her arm with her hand.

  "She suddenly said seriously: 'I don't drink.'"

  Her words drew all the boys' attention to her. Every pair of half-drunken, half-awake eyes was weighing the meaning of her sentence.

  In general, if the last girl at a drinking table is so beautiful and says she "can't drink", it means that all the men at the table will not be able to leave until they are drunk. Because once she picks up her glass, whether she can drink or not, every man finds it hard to refuse her offer of a toast. And if she drinks one less cup, it means that every man will have to drink several more cups.

  I started to believe the "secret weapon" theory of the girl next to her. When a group of drunkards are slowly drained by a "non-drinking" beautiful woman, even with toes, it's easy to imagine what the outcome will be.

  I looked over at her again with a profound meaning. She seemed to have read something from my gaze, and unconsciously hid herself behind her companion's back, blushing and saying: "I really can't drink."

  This time, apart from a few drunk men who had lost their sense of direction, the other men's gazes once again converged on her. Her reddened face seemed to refute our judgment. We all thought in our hearts that she really couldn't drink, and this didn't seem like an act.

  I suddenly asked: "You really can't drink, but they said you're a secret weapon!"

  Her eyes met mine again, and she smiled shyly: "These girls have just gotten to know me too."

  I looked at several other girls who had just poisoned me with their gaze, and they all showed agreeing eyes.

  My mind is at ease, the last threat alert against me has been lifted tonight.

  At this time I made a bold decision, holding the cup and coming in front of her: "Junior sister, drink a little less, okay?"

  The pretty and shy junior sister looked at me in horror. I knew I had scared her, so I immediately added: "Just pretend a little, I'll do it!"

  She finally stopped hiding behind the girl next to her and nodded vigilantly as usual.

  I tilted my head back and drained the wine from my cup, then turned it upside down to make a standard "dry" gesture, before glancing at her cup and raising an eyebrow at her.

  She saw me but didn't speak, just stared at her, and after a long stalemate, she finally made up her mind, picked up the cup, and took a light sip.

  That painting immediately caught my eye. So far, I haven't even reached a half-drunken state. But the look on my junior sister's face made me think of the phrase "wine doesn't get you drunk, people do". Now this is also when my courage starts to rise sharply.

  I stretched out my hand to my junior sister: "Junior sister, give me your wine cup."

  My junior sister looked at me with a puzzled expression, and finally handed her wine cup to me. At this time, everyone else's attention had shifted from her to me.

  I raised my head and drank the cup of wine from my junior sister under everyone's gaze. Several girls and boys who were not too drunk exclaimed, followed by an exaggerated "wow". My junior sister's face turned red all the way to her ears.

  Thanks to my performance that night, I successfully asked my junior fellow disciple out for a stroll by the sea the next afternoon.

  But I, with the remaining courage, made an appointment with my junior sister, and restored my dejected appearance. In this era, literature means plague. Once a man likes literature, he will enter an irredeemable situation. Unfortunately, I became one of the few unlucky ones, unemployment, poverty, and white eyes have not left me in the past two years. Now I live with my parents, and I have lived the life of a second-generation ancestor that I have always despised. Although my parents are not very rich, their pension is enough to support a useless scholar like me in this era.

  When my junior sister arrived at the seaside, my last bit of courage had dissolved into the seagulls' flight. The sky was high and the sea was vast, but I always felt like I owed her something.

  That afternoon, I finally found out that my junior sister is not always so shy. When there are not many people around, she does not deliberately hide her philosophy of life. Like all the girls of this generation, she probably doesn't like my current way of life in her heart.

  After I exhausted my smile accompanying my junior sister through a beautiful dusk, I found that the chasm had already emerged at this moment, and it seemed very clear.

  In the following days, I was in an unstable mood. If it wasn't for fear of worrying my parents, I'm not sure what I would have done.

  Until this afternoon, I made this call. Hearing her response, I knew in my heart that she was just perfunctorily responding to me. The illusion of that night, whether it was mine or hers, had already disappeared. Dreams are dreams, forever just dreams.

  In the evening, I still called my junior sister. My junior sister said she had something to do at night. Although I knew it would be this ending sooner or later, I still stared blankly into the sea breeze for two hours. If Yuke River hadn't come looking for me, I'm afraid I'd have continued staring blankly.