Chapter 2: Die-Hard Party

  Yue Chuan is my best friend in college, and also the most feared terrorist on the drinking table. This guy who drinks Erguotou like it's a beverage always gets me drunk to the point of stupor. Fortunately, when we're together, he's often the one who ends up getting drunk, because if he doesn't drink quickly, it's as if I owe him money or something.

  I lived in the same dorm as Yue Chuan, and my drinking capacity was constantly increasing through the process of "near Zhu, red" to finally reach the realm of a master. Not only is it my drinking capacity, but also my ability to chase girls in college, which I learned from Yue Chuan. Unfortunately, I only fought alongside him for one year in the lipstick army, and then fell irreparably in love with my dream girl at that time.

  My dream lover is the kind that can be seen but not reached, of course this is just my own feeling. Every time I see that girl, I have a sense of detachment from worldly things. I try every means to get close to her, and she has long understood my intentions. But each of my actions seems not so smooth. She seems dissatisfied with my current efforts, while I seem to be waiting for the water to flow naturally.

  My romance with the dream lover eventually evolved into a predicament that neither of us could bear. Because I finally discovered in despair, I was deeply in love with her ethereal appearance. I couldn't imagine what it would be like for her to lie in my arms. Of course, she might also lie in someone else's arms, and the thought of that wouldn't make me feel good either. In short, out of sight, out of mind, I didn't want to personally break that sacred picture, and instead let some lucky guy have it cheaply.

  No matter how my dream lover uses various rivals she has intentionally cultivated to stimulate me, no matter how she cleverly lets these virtual rivals armed by her surround me every day, I ultimately did not leave my perverted state. I finally began to understand why Wu Cliff in "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" liked a statue. Perhaps every man had once liked a statue, only they didn't have my persistence.

  The one who was most angry about this matter was Yue Chuan. He felt that I had hurt his face, and on this battlefield, I was after all his apprentice, but now I was trapped in a certain woman and couldn't extricate myself, truly losing face for him.

  No matter how angry I was with myself, I couldn't escape this state. Even the excellent me at university graduation ended up with a result of not being able to retake and pass ten courses, rendering my diploma useless. And it was during these years that I became a slave to literature.

  Every time I think of this, I feel very inferior. Although others work for the boss, at worst it is a specific person. But I have been selling myself as a slave to something illusory all along, not to mention risking my young life, but also without getting paid. Because this illusion is not a legal entity, labor laws cannot protect me either.

  But after graduation, Yue Chuan never lost contact with me. Although I have lost his handsome and elegant face, he seems to care more about my current situation. Every time I hear him say: "Brother, I support you in poverty." I am moved to tears.

  To know, the person who said this sentence is a standard money struggler. This guy is generous when facing friends, but he is stingy to death when going out. I once saw him take three Northeastern big buns and sit on a train for three days to go to a foreign city to do business. Of course, at that time, I also followed him to eat the buns. It's just that I ate one more than him. And my purpose of going to that city was actually to attend a literary pen meeting. Yue Chuan said I didn't suffer as much as he did, so he let me have an extra big bun.

  After this experience, Yuechuan's business has been very good. Later when I occasionally went out with him, I never got the same "preferential treatment" as that time. Yuechuan seemed to care about that experience a lot, always feeling like he owed me something. Although in fact he didn't owe me anything. Without his four big pancakes, I would have just gone hungry.

  Normally, every month or so, Yuechuan would come to my place for a visit. But it's been three months now and he only came today. That's also why I ended up going to the Literary Youth wine party out of boredom.

  Just as I was facing the sea breeze on a self-pitying night, Yuechuan finally met me after a long absence. He first went to my home to find me, and then my mother, who had been paying close attention to my situation recently, accurately pointed out where I was, tearfully entrusting me to Yuechuan, and Yuechuan easily found me.

  "Got hurt again?"

  Seeing the river, my mood improved slightly, but I still exaggeratedly pounded on the railing by the sea, making a desperate expression: "Why did all the eunuchs die out? If Wei Zhongxian were still here, it would be great!"

  Yuè Chuān burst out laughing, his laughter scaring away the few seagulls hovering above our heads. Next thing we knew, a bottle of Red Star Erguotou and two disposable cups magically appeared from his pocket.

  I carefully grasped the cup so that it wouldn't be blown away by the sea breeze. Thanks to my cooperation, Yuesheng was able to pour wine without worrying about anything else.

  Smooth cooperation, two cups of fiery Er Guo Tou are now in our hands. We each took a sip, Yue Chuan let out a sound of enjoyment of the liquor, while my voice was like a moan.

  "Hmm, that's quite lewd."

  This kid was clearly cursing at me, but I still ended up laughing. It's been three months now, without this guy's verbal venom, life has already become flavorless.

  "Tell me, how can I turn over a new leaf after being so reckless and abandoning everything?" With two or three cups of wine down my throat, I started to press Yuke for an answer.

  "I'd rather die than let you deceive me, I've gone to do a big business this time. Your old man just came back today and the first thing he did was come see you. You're not alone in an empty house for too long, are you getting hungry?"

  I threw a straight punch at Yue Chuan's chest: "Damn you, dare to say that Lao Haner is hungry and thirsty."

  Yue Chuan burst out laughing again: "To make up for the three months of living in widowhood, I've brought back something good for you."

  "Besides those trinkets you use to coax women, what else have you got that's worth showing off to an old man like me?" I said, intentionally mocking him.

  "Look, I didn't disappoint your old man's good intentions, did I? Wait till you see that thing, and you'll be delighted. It's a must-have for every widowed man in today's world, just like a cucumber under a beauty's pillow." Yuke Chun still had a mischievous grin on his face.

  I couldn't help but feel curious. I've been sharing a room with Yue Chuan for four years, and we know each other like the back of our hand. If it was really something I looked down on, he wouldn't have brought it to me in the first place.

  "What's this good thing, tell me first." I couldn't hide my curiosity beyond that of a woman.

  "Have you seen the newspaper? The gaming helmet is already out." Yue Chuan put away his playful smile and smiled at me.

  "You won't say, you spent 15,000 yuan to get a set for your old man? You have such a good heart?" I suddenly became interested and actually hoped that this guy had some sense of justice. Although I hadn't played games before, I heard that this kind of game has rich storylines, which is indeed the best way for a fallen scholar like me to pass the time and cultivate my inner strength.

  "When did I ever treat you unfairly, heartless. I've already handed it over to your mom. The game's official test starts tomorrow. You go in and take a look around, then you'll know if I'm good to you or not." Yue Chuan still smiled, but his tone was tinged with grievance.

  I was so touched that I almost died. Without caring whether Yuke would misunderstand, I rushed up and gave his handsome face a big kiss.

  Yue Chuan hastily pushed me away: "Rascal, behave yourself."

  I didn't care about Yue Chuan's crying and laughing face, picked up the cup, tilted my head and poured it all in.

  This trick really works. Yuke is generous to his friends in every way, except when it comes to his wine. If I drink too fast, he'll definitely rush over immediately. This is the best way I've found to divert Yuke's attention.