He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 47 - 47 046 Xie Shangs first kiss is gone

Chapter 47: 046: Xie Shang’s first kiss is gone Chapter 47: 046: Xie Shang’s first kiss is gone Gu Yihuan didn’t want to dwell on his embarrassing past any longer and quickly changed the subject, “That round’s over, onto the next.” He looked up and saw Xie Shang at the stairway entrance, and immediately tattled, “Fourth brother, you have to help me, He Dongzhou and Jiang Yue are both ganging up on me.”

Jiang Yue is the bass player of the bar band.

Guan Sixing had also arrived not too long ago. He wasn’t much of a social butterfly, sitting by himself with headphones on, looking at material on his computer. Ever since he entered, he seemed to be pondering over some complex physics problem that even made “Project 141’s” youngest physicist furrow his brow.

“Project 141” is a secret project of The 7th Research Institute, and even Gu Yihuan didn’t know what exactly it entailed, but one thing was certain, asking about it was very dangerous.

Now that Xie Shang had arrived, Gu Yihuan was reinvigorated and was noisy about changing the game to “I Have, You Haven’t.” Jiang Yue called it cliché, but Gu Yihuan mentioned a more sophisticated way to play, prompting everyone to pour half a glass of brandy into their cups.

The rule was to add a shot of Marie Brizard every time someone said “haven’t.” Marie Brizard is a homemade liquor favored by foreign bartenders, known by few.

When brandy and Marie Brizard are combined, a chemical reaction occurs, causing the alcohol content and concentration to skyrocket. When the concoction reaches a certain level, the color of the drink turns red. Once it turns red, you have to drink it all, and the last person standing is the winner.

This is one of the drinkers’ favorite table punishments, as right when the drink turns red, flames can be seen rising from the rim of the glass. Hence, it has another name, the “Red Bomb.” The methods of playing may change, but the Red Bomb is always a staple at the gaming table.

When it comes to eating, drinking, and being merry, Gu Yihuan is the expert.

He kick-started the game with an air of unmatched arrogance, “When I was a kid, I drank pesticide.”

Everyone: “…”

Wan Jiahe teased him, “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

“What’s wrong with wanting to taste it?” Gu Yihuan urged, “Hurry, hurry, hurry, if you haven’t done it, add your drink.”

The game started with an instant wipeout; everyone at the scene had to add a shot of Marie Brizard.

It was Jiang Yue’s turn, “I’ve eaten snake meat.”

Gu Yihuan’s close friends Qi Xian and Song Sanfang had both tried it, and the guitarist Wang Yuanqing had as well.

Wang Yuanqing proclaimed, “Eating snake? That’s nothing, I’ve even eaten earthworms.”

said, “I’ve bitten a

the slacker Gu Yihuan raised his hand

worn my mom’s

Yue said with a teasing

of

remember the second math question of the college

Gu Yihuan: “…”

Nerd!

Yihuan scanned the crowd; Xie Shang hadn’t added any liquor, nor had He Dongzhou, while the rest

also one of the top students, still in the same

so unlucky to be surrounded by top students his whole life.

But that’s off-topic.

Gang was up now, “I can

Xie Shang, the rest added a shot

as he was a disciple of

say they have a grasp of the four arts—music, chess, calligraphy, and

it was a demand of Xie Jingxian, who believed that Go could hone a person’s patience

was more keen on racing, skydiving, diving, skiing—any sport that could get the heart racing. And he had even tried boxing for a while. He just played around, yet he managed to make a name for himself to the point where he was begged to go professional. He seemed to be that way; he excelled at everything—it seemed that nothing could stump him. Even the four arts, which he wasn’t particularly

learned things quickly; he wasn’t one to always take things seriously. Often, he was rather nonchalant,

or later he’d take a big fall. Xie Shang didn’t think much of it—he did not believe anyone had the capability to cause him any serious

middle school teacher,” Xiao Dingzhu said, and then glanced subconsciously in Xie Shang’s

seemed

time, even during the game. He poured himself another

it was He Dongzhou’s turn. With an indifferent tone, he shared a secret: “I was

“That’s crossing the line

Sanfang pressed for an

a child of their own, they would first adopt someone else’s. The adopted child was usually the least welcome one from the original family, the spare

a ‘pledged child’ or sometimes ‘press

the child the Qin