Chapter 90 089.KTV
An Han was extremely wary of Su Peng and Long Xing—on high alert at all times.
Even the slightest kindness from either of them would instantly raise his suspicions. He feared they might follow up with something he couldn’t accept.
He quietly ate his cake, completely ignoring Su Peng’s awkwardness—and even half-hoping his indifference would lower Su Peng’s affection toward him.
But it didn’t work.
As dishes kept arriving and drinks flowed, the atmosphere at the table gradually grew lively.
An Han, however, remained cautious. Nearly half an hour had passed, yet he’d only sipped less than half a bottle of beer.
To his left sat Su Peng, whose affection level was over 90; to his right was Long Xing, who already held over 80 affection toward him. Trapped between two guys he suspected of ill intent, he absolutely dared not drink more.
Even mild intoxication could cloud his judgment—and who knew what these two might try to pull while he was impaired?
“Surrounded by men on both sides…”
Just then, the final main course—a grilled fish—was served.
The mood became even more exuberant, but An Han, looking uneasy, turned to Long Xing and asked, “How much did this meal cost?”
“A few hundred?” Long Xing replied casually as he stood up to grab a piece of fish—though An Han clearly noticed a slight twitch of pain across his face.
“Then let’s split it evenly,” An Han suggested.
They were all students, after all. He couldn’t very well take advantage of Long Xing, especially since the gift he’d prepared was only worth a few dozen yuan.
“It’s fine,” Long Xing refused generously.
“Bro Long, just go AA,” Chen Junjie chimed in, giving him an out. “Otherwise, you cover KTV?”
“Alright, fine,” Long Xing conceded.
He was the type who cared deeply about saving face.
Even when he ran out of money early in the month, he’d rather go hungry than call his parents for more—or borrow from friends or mooch meals.
Nothing untoward happened during dinner. Afterward, the group of five called two ride-shares heading for the nearest KTV.
An Han didn’t really like KTV. He disliked singing and hated overly loud, boisterous environments. The flashing, dazzling lights inside always made him uncomfortable.
But this time, he had a mission.
He quickly claimed a small sofa and started plotting: how could he make Long Xing dislike him—without completely ruining Long Xing’s birthday?
A girlish gift probably wouldn’t be enough.
“Xiao Han, we’ve never actually heard you sing before, have we?”
Not long after sitting down, Long Xing approached with a microphone.
An Han looked up with a bright, flower-like smile.
Long Xing froze for a second—then watched as An Han picked up his gift bag and placed it cheerfully on the table.
“Long Ge, go ahead and open it?”
“Not some prank toy, right?” Long Xing remembered how An Han once pranked Su Peng with a fake cockroach.
“Of course not! It’s your birthday!”
Curious, Su Peng, Chen Junjie, and the others gathered around, eager to see what An Han had been hiding for days.
“I’m opening it, then?”
“Go ahead.”
An Han grabbed a bottle of liquor and took a couple of big swigs.
Maybe acting drunk could trigger Long Xing’s annoyance?
He had a high tolerance—he wouldn’t get truly drunk easily—but faking intoxication was simple enough.
Unaware of An Han’s scheming, Long Xing eagerly opened the bag and pulled out a box.
“Wrapped pretty carefully,” he noted, eyeing the ribbon tied in a butterfly bow and the gift box itself. His anticipation grew.
Could it be something romantic—a ring or necklace?
He knew it was unlikely, yet the thought still crossed his mind.
“Hurry up and open it already!” Chen Junjie urged.
Even the usually quiet Wang Sheng leaned in curiously.
It felt like opening a loot box in a game—Long Xing’s hands even trembled slightly as he undid the bow and carefully lifted the lid.
Inside lay a pink thermos.
The moment everyone saw it, they burst into laughter. An Han immediately raised his phone, filming their mocking reactions.
“Bro Long! It’s PINK! Haha, it suits you way too well!” Chen Junjie teased.
Su Peng just shook his head knowingly, trying hard not to laugh.
He’d expected An Han to pull something like this.
Long Xing was completely stunned. He stared blankly at the thermos, then slowly turned his head toward An Han.
An Han quickly explained, hoping to avoid getting punched:
“I noticed you always buy bottled water when you go to the gym. Might as well bring a thermos from your dorm instead.”
“And, uh… they were out of stock. Pink was the only one left.”
He had to be angry now, right?
This was Long Xing’s birthday—a moment meant to honor him—and now he’d been publicly embarrassed in front of everyone.
Even if he didn’t blow up, he must be furious inside!
But after a long pause, Long Xing broke into a genuine smile, pulled out the thermos to examine it, and nodded at An Han warmly:
“Thanks. I really like it.”
“What?! Like it my ass!” An Han thought, baffled.
He hadn’t expected Long Xing’s patience to be this absurd.
Then came the system prompt:
【Long Xing’s affection toward you +3】
“???”
This made zero sense! Could he actually like pink, girly stuff?
An Han studied Long Xing’s happy expression—it didn’t seem forced at all. And the system confirmed his genuine joy.
Was it possible… that anything from An Han made him happy?
“An Han! If you couldn’t find a good gift, just go to another store!” Chen Junjie teased again, subtly trying to smooth things over for Long Xing. “You owe a whole bottle as punishment—down it in one go!”
“Fine by me!”
An Han seized the opportunity. He’d been looking for an excuse to drink more—to kickstart his next plan.
He grabbed a bottle, popped the cap, and tilted his head back—
—but the bottle suddenly vanished from his hand.
He turned in surprise. Su Peng stood beside him, frowning, holding the bottle.
“Let’s split it. Drinking too much isn’t good.”
“Since when did you forget my alcohol tolerance?” An Han shot back without hesitation. “Who was it during National Day that I drank under the table? You were puking everywhere—and I cleaned it up for you!”
He snatched the bottle back and downed it in one long gulp.
Drinking too fast, he hiccuped, then swaggered his hand across his mouth and squinted, his cheeks already flushed.
“Alright, alright,” Long Xing said, clearly not offended at all. Seeing An Han trying so hard, he quickly reassured him: “I really do like it. I actually needed a new thermos.”
“No worries—I’ve got a solid tolerance. It’s your birthday! Let’s have fun.”
An Han grabbed two more bottles from the table and shoved one into Long Xing’s arms. “You like drinking, right? I’ll keep you company!”
“An Han?” Su Peng’s voice sharpened. He clearly sensed something was off.
Was An Han planning to get Long Xing drunk and embarrass him?
He’d seen An Han’s tricks and pranks before—and he knew just how calculating—and how resilient—An Han could be with alcohol.
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