Chapter 113: Untitled

Hence he made a prompt decision. Holding the glass, he lifted it courteously in their direction. “I can’t hold my liquor, let’s not talk about a glass and all, I’ll take two sips at most, both of you do as you please.”

Ji Zhiyao took the glass of wine, the fermented grape taste of the red wine was so sour for him that he frowned right away. He did not take even one extra sip; after drinking the two sips that he had promised, he pushed the glass back into NanNan-chan’s hands, saying, “I’ve drunk the wine as well, if there’s nothing else I’ll take my leave first.”

With that, he did not bother looking at the girls’ expressions, nor did he listen to anything else they had to say, Ji Zhiyao entered the hall without turning back.

YiMao was still seated at the spot earlier, seeing Ji Zhiyao return, he mocked, “Took so long for a trip to the washroom, did you go pick up girls instead?”

Ji Zhiyao replied bitterly, “Met two people that I didn’t know just now, they talked to me for a bit.”

Finishing off his words, he was suddenly reminded of a thought. “Oh yes, if you don’t mind, let’s add each other on WeChat and we can frequently play together in the future?”

YiMao happily dug out his phone. “Sure sure, I’ll wait for you to carry me.”

Both of them exchanged their contact details, Ji Zhiyao then moved to the side and grabbed a bunch of nuts, eating as he peeled them.

Not long after, his head suddenly turned dizzy, his mind also became not as clear.

The nut in his hands dropped onto the plate with a rattle. There wasn’t much noise around them, YiMao heard this little stir extremely clearly. His large hand went on Ji Zhiyao’s shoulders as he asked worriedly, “NoHomo, are you okay?”

Ji Zhiyao also did not know what was happening to himself. He kept his unfocused eyes open, immediately feeling for his phone and passing it to YiMao, in the course of doing so, his phone almost fell to the ground as he had no strength to hold on to it.

YiMao quickly took it and realized that Ji Zhiyao’s voice had become very soft, he leaned his ear over by Ji Zhiyao’s mouth and heard him say, “… Help me make a call to Captain, get him to come fetch me.”

…

Ji Zhiyao slept for a very long time.

He dreamed that he was forcefully fed with two glasses of red wine in the washroom by Avatar, when he opened his eyes and looked down, he realized that he had become the delicate little sister Lin, with a big and round stomach. Looking up in surprise and fear, he found his Captain standing not too far away, asking him with a tone so gentle, “Does the Child-and-Mother water taste good?”

Then he had woken with a fright.

Ji Zhiyao stared dully at the ceiling, it was after a long time that he realized he was in his own room at the base.

Inhaling several deep breaths, he then found that the inside of his head felt like several strings of firecrackers had exploded in it.

What had happened?

Ji Zhiyao propped himself on his arms against the bed, preparing to sit up, yet midway through, he suddenly heard from somewhere not too far, a voice exactly the same as the one that had asked him “Does the Child-and-Mother water taste good” in his dream. The only difference was that it now seemed to be coated with ice, asking, “You’re awake?”

Ji Zhiyao suddenly shivered, looking with a grief-stricken expression in the direction of the voice. “Captain.”

Mo Huaifeng dropped the magazine in his hands, stood up and walked to the side of the bed, towering over him as he asked, “Should I be glad that you still kept that little bit of brains, that you still knew to call me?”

He was done for, the Captain was angry.

But he wasn’t to blame, who could have known that that girl had spiked the wine?

Ji Zhiyao stretched his fingers, defeated, and rubbed his temples. “I also didn’t know that I would encounter such an incident. I’d have to call to thank YiMao later, if I hadn’t gotten to know him at that shabby gathering, Captain, what you would be seeing now would’ve been my corpse.”

“More like dead without a complete corpse.”

Mo Huaifeng poured a glass of water and handed it over. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

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Ji Zhiyao gulped down a good half of the water, before his chaotic mind finally sobered up. Hearing Mo Huaifeng’s question, he answered, “Do you remember the blogger that tried to use you to gain attention? That time where I posted on Weibo later on to help you clear up things, and you even specially thanked me.”

Mo Huaifeng did not speak, evidently in deep thought. After a while, he then said, “I have some impression. It was her?”

Ji Zhiyao nodded, “Most probably. I just went to the washroom, when I came out I was stopped by her, she had to badger me to drink a glass of wine to take it that I’d forgiven her. I really had no choice, so I took two sips.”

He’d only drank two sips and had ended up like this, if he had drunk the whole glass, would he have passed out there and then?

A question that Ji Zhiyao could have thought of, naturally Mo Huaifeng had thought of it as well. Making a connection with what could have happened next, Mo Huaifeng’s face instantly turned expressionless, his eyes slightly narrowed. “I got it.”

Ji Zhiyao looked like he was still in a state of shock. “Thank god I’m smart.”

Smart and he could still get himself into this pathetic state? Mo Huaifeng suppressed his anger deep down and could hardly contain himself to not scold him.

Ji Zhiyao thought of something and asked with a frown, “Captain, how did you put it when you came to fetch me? There were too many people at the place yesterday, if something spreads out, it would have a negative impact on our team.”

“It’s fine. Yesterday you were out like a dead pig, someone went over to ask questions, that gaming blogger said you were drunk and fell asleep.”

Ji Zhiyao felt very pleased once more. “Wow, my idol sure is great.”

Mo Huaifeng squinted at him with a cold expression.

Ji Zhiyao quickly corrected himself after sensing his mistake. “Of course, the Captain who carried me back is even better.”

Mo Huaifeng’s gaze then became warmer, taking quite some time before he said coldly, “Next time don’t trust others so easily.”

Ji Zhiyao nodded.

“Especially women.”

Ji Zhiyao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

After giving Ji Zhiyao some more advice, Mo Huaifeng left the room.

He went downstairs, pulled out a cigarette from the case on the table, lit it and made a call.

The call got through very quickly, Mo Huaifeng’s voice was a little cold. “Hello? Yuan Wei.”

“Pal, I’m already on leave. Are you trying to exploit me again?”

Mo Huaifeng ignored him as he said, “Help me notify the club’s public relations department, let them help to seal the news that Ji Zhiyao went to the celebrity gathering yesterday.”

“Only you would use the club’s things as your own all day long. Hold on,” Yuan Wei figured out that there was something wrong. “Where did NoHomo go? Celebrity gathering? The Weibo one?”

“Mm, got spiked by someone. Almost lost his innocence out there.”

“… What the f*ck? It seems this rascal is asking for a beating. Already an adult and he could still get calculated, is he stupid? Is it okay to inform the club directly? Will they disregard it?”

“Don’t worry, if this incident spreads, it won’t be good for the club’s reputation too, they’re better at making decisions than you.” Mo Huaifeng laughed coldly. “If they really dare to not do anything, get them to approach me.”

“Okay, got it. I’ll get it done in a while. How about the person who spiked him? Who was it? Need to give him some trouble?”

“The influencer who tried to use me for attention previously.” Mo Huaifeng replied. “If you need my help, let me know.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll take at most two days, I’ll definitely let her know why flowers are so brightly red. You advise NoHomo more frequently too.”