It was a cold night with a light drizzle.

"Aqiu! What a horrible weather! I finally managed to sneak into the Magic City, only to encounter this horrible weather," said a man who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, rubbing his hands.

He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. In fact, the weather today was not cold, but rather very comfortable. However, it suddenly rained in the afternoon and a breeze blew in the evening, which made him shiver as he was caught off guard.

"Damn it, I've never been treated like this before." Thinking of his previous life of luxury at home, Jun Zimo felt a little nostalgic again.

"Pah, pah, pah, what am I thinking? I finally managed to escape this time, I don't want to go back to that damn place."

Jun Zimo is actually the prince of the Jun family in Kyoto. The Jun family is a dictatorship in Kyoto. Whether in economy, military, culture or other aspects, they are the best in the country and even the world.

Because he grew up in such a family, his father Junhao was very strict with him. In addition to studying, he also made him involved in economic matters and started to cultivate him since he was a child.

Because of his father's strictness and the fact that he was the so-called heir to the family, he was under a lot of pressure.

In order to escape his father's clutches, Jun Zimo studied hard in his last year of high school and applied to Magic City University as the top student in Kyoto.

In fact, with his top score in Kyoto, he could have applied to Kyoto University, but he did so in order to escape his father's "surveillance".

He deliberately did not apply to Kyoto University when he applied for admission. His father Junhao only found out about it after the admission results came out, which made him very angry.

There was less than a week left before school started, but he had already sneaked into the Magic City early because he was afraid his father would give him a beating before he left.

But the problem was, he came here secretly and didn't bring much money, and now he was too embarrassed to ask for money.

"Tsk, as a human being, one has to save face. If I go to my father to ask for money now, I will lose face. I, Jun Zimo, can't afford to lose face!" Jun Zimo tried to persuade himself.

"What is this? A bar! 'Night' bar, that's a nice name. How about we just put up with it tonight and stay in the bar, and then find a place to stay tomorrow!" Jun Zimo heard the happy sounds inside while he was outside.

Born in the Jun family of Kyoto, Jun Zimo's every word and action represents the image of the Jun family. Naturally, his father Jun Hao would not allow him to go to places like bars.

I still remember that the last time he went to the bar, he was discovered by Junhao. If it weren't for his sister and mother protecting him, he would have almost broken his leg.

When you walk into the night bar, the first thing that catches your eye is the colorful neon lights. They flash alluringly in the dark, attracting countless people looking for joy.

A sexy beauty stood in front of the bar counter. Her smile was like a spring breeze, making people want to get closer and spend money on her.

A strong aroma of alcohol hits you in the face, and the dazzling array of various brands of whiskey, vodka, rum, etc. makes you dazzled. On the bar, there are all kinds of cocktails, colorful and mouth-watering.

On the bar's dance floor, the music blared, the lights flickered, and it felt like a dreamlike world. Young men and women danced to the rhythm of the music, their laughter and cheers echoing in a youthful energy. At the bar counter next to the dance floor, people toasted, chatted, and enjoyed this rare moment of relaxation.

In the corners of the bar, couples whispered to each other, their eyes filled with tenderness and love, while those who were alone savored fine wines at the bar, perhaps looking for like-minded friends or reminiscing about the good old days.

Here, you can release your stress, put aside worldly worries, and have a drink and party with friends.

"Bartender, make me a cocktail!"

"Okay sir, please wait a moment!"

A bartender is like a magician, his stage is the mysterious bar counter. The bottles and glasses in his hands are like his magic wands, and the colorful cocktails are his magic.

The bartender's movements were skillful and graceful. With a slight wave of his hand, the bottle drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed accurately in his hands. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he could see through the characteristics of each wine and the soul of each cocktail.

He gently swirled the glass in his hand, and the liquid swirled in it, making a pleasant sound. His eyes never left the glass, as if searching for something. Then, he quickly poured a bottle of wine into the glass, and the wine swirled in the glass, forming layers of ripples.

He waved the bottle again, this time with a different wine. He gently tilted the bottle, and the liquid flowed into the glass like a ribbon, blending perfectly with the liquid inside. His eyes sparkled, as if he were admiring a work of art.

Finally, he gently pushed the prepared cocktail in front of the guest, smiled and said, "This is your cocktail, I hope you like it." Jun Zimo took the cocktail, looked at the colorful liquor, smelled the tempting aroma, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Jun Zimo found a secluded spot in a corner and sat down. In the seat in front of him, a woman was drinking silently.

Jun Zimo was deeply attracted by her back.

Her silhouette, like an elegant painting, beckons one to pause and admire. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders, gently swaying in the breeze and exuding a captivating fragrance. Her figure is graceful, her waist slender, a masterpiece meticulously crafted by nature.

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