The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

The instructor, whose cheeks were already a little sore from laughing, watched the fun without thinking twice and suddenly asked, "Are you still talking drunkenly now?"

This is the price of not knowing how to appreciate a good person and refuting the words that come to help Lu Dongbin!

Fei Jueran: "..."

Why didn't he drink a mute potion before going out today! ?

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Under Su Muyou's gaze, Fei Jueran's cheeks became hot, and he lowered his eyebrows and changed his words, "He must be drunken talk, don't take it seriously."

He just needs to take it seriously.

Among the parties involved, the only one who could still laugh heartlessly was Dorn.

As for Ye Xu, as the source of all evil, he also boldly got involved and was given a nickname as the culprit.

If we really want to investigate it, haha, there is no way to escape.

Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long.

As more and more new dishes were placed on the table, everyone's attention shifted and they started to get busy eating again.

Teenagers of this age are in an important stage of growth. In other words, they are all gluttons!

The farce just now was just an appetizer, watch it and move on.

As separation was imminent, no one was clinging to etiquette at this moment, and everyone was talking about their future ambitions under all sorts of circumstances.

I have set a goal and am determined to kill as many Night Puppets as I can in the future.

There are those who talk nonsense, saying that they are generals and ask others to join them as soon as possible and become their subordinates.

Of course, there are also those who yearn for peace and want to marry a guide wife and live a happy life.

Diverse, yet warm and pure.

The head teacher and the instructor were filled with emotion, thinking how great it would be if the war could really end in this generation.

"Come on!" Not wanting to let the disappointing sadness affect the atmosphere, the instructor opened another bottle of white wine without saying anything, "Cheers, everyone. If you don't drink, you're not giving me face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of bottles being opened rang out, and the smell of alcohol in the box became stronger.

It seems that just taking a breath of air is enough to make one's mind blurry.

I don’t know when will be the next time I have such a wonderful opportunity!

It would be a shame to embarrass the teacher, especially since one of them is an old acquaintance of his father.

Su Muyu did not refuse this time and drank a lot.

After drinking a few cups in a row, his expression looked the same as usual, calm and composed.

But my mind has become a mess and my thinking speed is slower than ever before.

Su Muyou has a clear self-awareness, he must have drunk too much.

A mixture of white beer and white beer is more intoxicating than a single drink of wine.

But no one except himself noticed that there was something wrong with him.

When his eyes drifted over, he was secretly filled with admiration: As expected of Lei Ze, even his alcohol tolerance is so impressive!

In fact, Su Muyu simply has a good drinking habit.

Even when drunk, he didn't make a scene like some people do.

The dinner lasted from around six in the evening until nine or ten in the evening.

The dishes on the table also changed from fragrant delicacies to snow-white plates.

If there wasn't some soup left, people who didn't know would think that the seller sent it empty and was making a profit by selling it here.

The head teacher was very satisfied with everyone’s “Clean Plate” campaign, which was great as no food was wasted!

He controlled his alcohol intake and was still sober, and now began to arrange for the students to go home.

The sober ones took the drunks along the way back with them, and the rest were sent back in batches by him and the instructor himself.

The owner of this restaurant is also a veteran and is acquainted with them. The drunk students waiting to be picked up can stay here without worrying about danger.

Of course, the person driving was a designated driver, not them themselves.

"Get drunk and smash things." This is no joke.

Fei Jueran hadn't dared to drink much alcohol since he had made a fool of himself, and he was surprisingly sober at the moment.

He looked at the people around him, "Master You, shall we go back?"

Knowing that the Lei Ze family would definitely arrange a special car to pick them up, and that both of them looked very sober, neither the class teacher nor the instructor paid any attention to them.

Su Muyou knew that this name was referring to him. After three or four seconds, he slowly nodded, "Yeah."

Fei Jueran didn't think much about it and just thought that he was just thinking about something.

It was not until he turned around and walked five or six steps that he realized something was wrong.

The young master who had just nodded in agreement was still sitting upright in his seat.

There is absolutely no intention of getting up.

Fei Jueran turned back the same way he came, his eyes showing concern, "Are you feeling a little dizzy?"

Su Muyou was still slow, but gave a negative answer, "No."

My eyes are a little blurry.

In a blink of an eye, two people who looked exactly the same appeared in front of me, dispersing, rotating, and overlapping.

Fei Jueran knew his young master's temper. Even if he was dizzy, the other party would most likely say he was not dizzy for the sake of face.

Touched by the cute tsundere look he imagined in his mind, he coughed lightly and stretched out his arm.

"But I feel a little dizzy. Can you take a ride with me, young master?" He took the blame directly on himself.

Su Muyou narrowed his eyes and after some effort, the two figures in front of him finally overlapped into one.

Not only that, he also noticed a stain on the other person's sleeve that had been stuck there at some point.

It must have been left there accidentally when I was clinking glasses with my classmates.

White is a very dirty color.

Su Muyu didn't have mysophobia or obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he just didn't like putting his hand on it.

His eyes scanned Fei Jueran's arm critically, and finally, he found a place that satisfied him enough.

He stretched out his hand, imitating Aunt Winnie's Capibara's boldness, and put it on with a "pop".

Fei Jueran's muscles tensed up in an instant, and he even held his breath subconsciously.

He obviously hadn't been drinking anymore, but he seemed drunk again.

The touch on the palm is obvious, and you can feel the other person's cool body temperature.

His young master personally placed his hand into his palm.

The surprise came so suddenly that the two of them just kept holding hands and stood there without moving.

To be honest, Fei Jueran even suspected for a moment that he was dreaming.

Unfortunately, the students who are still staying in the box are those who are so drunk that they can’t even open their eyes.

As long as there is someone conscious, the two people's behavior will be quickly spread to everyone in the class through communication software.

It was not until his chest felt uncomfortable from holding his breath that Fei Jueran suddenly realized that he was not dreaming.

At the same time, he knew the correct answer in his heart: his young master was drunk.

During the period of daze just now, the other party remained the same, without moving.

Incredibly well behaved.

In the past, this performance from beginning to end would have been impossible.

Fei Jueran's heartbeat suddenly quickened as he was suddenly faced with his own despicable nature.

At this moment, I couldn't help thinking: If only time could go slower, even slower.

This way, we can always hold hands.