Chapter 72 Punishing One's Own Scoundrels.
"Jiang Yingxu".
"Jiang Yingxu".
"Jiang Yingxu".
The overlapping sounds were like a vast net of love woven with sweet words, easily bewitching and enveloping people, trapping them in an endless hell.
Jiang Yingxu was covered in sweat, and the veins on the side of his neck were bulging, as if he was making a final, death throes.
He should stop playing the audio.
That's how it should be.
As my fingertip hovered over the phone screen, I inexplicably turned on screen recording and recorded that voice message.
A few seconds of video plays on a loop.
No need to bother clicking anymore.
The phone eventually slipped from my hand and fell onto the pillow.
Jiang Yingxu's eyes flickered uncertainly as he swallowed with difficulty and helplessness, vaguely recalling the sip of icy cold water he had just drunk against that translucent lip print.
This was probably the last straw.
It exploded with a bang.
He closed his eyes, and under the cover of night and the intoxication of alcohol, amidst soft whispers and calls, his fingertips trembled slightly as he moved downwards.
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Shi Miao leaned against the wall outside the private room, staring at the message box that had been silent since she sent the voice message, and frowned.
Why aren't you replying to my messages?
Suddenly, out of the blue, she was asked to send a voice message.
Shi Miao honestly complied, and as a result, Jiang Yingxu completely disappeared.
She recalled the results of her search in the browser.
"What happens after you get drunk?"
The answers were increasingly appalling.
Choking on vomit and suffocating, sudden cardiac arrest, falling into water or hitting something because you can't tell which way is up or down.
Minor injuries can result in falls and blows, while severe injuries can lead to death.
Shi Miao didn't understand what it meant to start a medical diagnosis and amputation online; she was just filled with anxiety at the various possibilities.
Jiang Yingxu... He's the future big villain, so it's unlikely he'll get into trouble, right?
Shi Miao got tired of standing, so she squatted down, her back slumped over.
She looked at the screen with a worried expression, and then tentatively sent a cat emoji.
Still no reply.
Shi Miao could only cling to the system, trying to convince herself by persuading the system.
[Jiang Yingxu must have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, right? He negotiated a lot of collaborations during his years at the Yan Group. Didn't Yan Zhaozhou say he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?]
A world of fame and fortune, filled with clinking glasses and endless toasts.
The man, dressed in a deep black suit, exuded a profound and aloof aura. He slowly raised his glass in a gesture of greeting, the wine shimmering with a hazy light, yet it couldn't reflect into the depths of his dark eyes.
His gaze swept over Yan Zhaozhou, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.
In Yan Zhaozhou's view, it was undoubtedly a provocation.
System: [Some people are born with a high alcohol tolerance, while others develop it through practice.]
The kitten asked innocently, "How do I practice?"
System: [Your drinking capacity is the same as how you practice your test-taking skills.]
Learning is all about doing practice problems over and over again to memorize the knowledge points.
The same applies to drinking.
He forced down cup after cup, drinking until he vomited, then continued drinking, maintaining a calm and collected facade, clinging to the last vestiges of clarity to engage in conversation.
The system found a very inconspicuous little detail in the original book.
It's very, very small, just a few lines of text.
Yan Zhaozhou was out with friends when he ran into Jiang Yingxu, who was discussing business, in front of the bathroom sink at the club.
The book describes him as follows: "Under the cold lighting, his face was pale, with cold water droplets rolling down from his brow bone, except for his thin lips, which had a strange red color, as if they had been soaked in wine."
At that time, the atmosphere between the two was extremely tense, and every time they met, they would be at each other's throats.
Jiang Yingxu lowered his eyes and washed his hands, ignoring Yan Zhaozhou's sarcastic remarks. However, when Yan Zhaozhou deliberately bumped into him, Jiang Yingxu was caught off guard and staggered back a step.
Yan Zhaozhou was stunned when he successfully crashed into the target for the first time.
Jiang Yingxu didn't say a word, and walked past him with a cold expression, leaving directly.
System: [Based on this description, Jiang Yingxu should belong to the latter category, his alcohol tolerance was forcibly developed.]
The kitten turned into a cat ball.
She couldn't even stand the sweet Sprite with its bubbly bubbles, let alone the wine she poured out, which had a spicy and bitter smell that could be detected from afar.
Make the cat stay away.
I simply can't understand why any human would like to drink such a bitter thing.
Moreover, today, Jiang Yingxu only took one sip, and his face and ears turned red.
To achieve the level described in the book, where one remains completely composed throughout the entire drinking session, how many drinks and how many times would one have to vomit?
Shi Miao suddenly stood up, walked into the private room with her head down, bypassed the crowd, and found Red.
"Teacher Lei, I'd like to go back and see Jiang Yingxu first."
When he opened his mouth, the last syllable of his voice unconsciously trailed off, even carrying a faint nasal tone.
Her eyes were also watery.
"He didn't reply to my messages, and I was afraid he was uncomfortable."
Red hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Zou Yuanyuan was standing nearby, watching Shi Miao ever since she walked in. Upon hearing this, she immediately chimed in, "Yes, what if Jiang Yingxu gets drunk and trips or falls somewhere? It's quite dangerous. Let Miaomiao go and check on him."
Red: "...Sigh."
Red chose to turn a blind eye: "I'll call you a car."
So I paid for the bus fare again.
Shi Miao rushed into Jiangda University, but was stopped by the dormitory manager when she entered the dormitory building.
The old man was very responsible. He said he hadn't seen her before, and there was no one in the dormitory building right now, so he couldn't let her in. He couldn't bear the responsibility if anything was lost or missing.
Shi Miao didn't dwell on it.
She turned and slipped into the shadows behind the dormitory building, transforming into a kitten on the spot. With her paws gripping the tree trunk, she quickly climbed up the ginkgo tree.
The dormitory directly in front of the tree trunk is the one where Jiang Yingxu lives.
There was a piece of clothing that I washed last night still hanging on the balcony, but I didn't bring it in in time.
Shi Miao stepped on the tree branches as if walking on flat ground, walked forward with a clatter, estimated the distance, and suddenly jumped up.
It landed almost silently and lightly.
The balcony door was ajar, and you could see that the dormitory lights were off.
It was pitch black.
Shi Miao slid into the narrow gap in a flash.
Having just stepped out into the evening breeze, my paws landed on the tiled floor, and my first thought was how stuffy and hot it was inside.
The pointed ears twitched.
The anxious cat, worried that Jiang Yingxu had fainted silently, finally slowed down and heard an extremely suppressed gasp.
It feels like pain.
It also felt like pleasure.
Shi Miao had one front paw raised in mid-air, her pupils dilated in the dark environment, and she could clearly see the boy lying on his side on the bed.
...Huh?
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Jiang Yingxu never did such a thing.
Unfamiliar and green.
But perhaps there's a talent involved in this, or maybe geniuses find it easier to get the hang of anything.
He propped himself up on his leg, covered his face with one hand, and pressed his thin lips together so tightly that they were almost bloodless.
A figure lingers in my mind.
Soft cheeks, rosy lips, fair collarbones, and pink knees.
And there was the sound of her sweetly calling his name.
"..."
Jiang Yingxu suddenly took a deep breath, reached for his phone on the pillow, and snapped off the screen recording.
The room fell silent again, with only the sound of my own heavy breathing echoing in my ears.
He found it hard not to feel disgusted and filthy.
The long finger increased its pressure, mixed with a deliberate pain, as if punishing its own bastard.
What can we do?
The pain made his back covered in cold sweat, yet it also triggered a morbid, deeper craving, much like when a skin disease flares up.
Jiang Yingxu turned to the side, his long eyelashes slightly closed, his consciousness as if it had fallen into a vast ocean, being enveloped by something sticky. At one moment, his whole body tensed to the limit, and he suppressed a muffled groan in his throat.
"..."
His chest heaved heavily.
It's both a catharsis and a shackle.
Jiang Yingxu wearily lifted his eyes, his blank thoughts slowly returning to their original place, and his buzzing ears finally able to pick up other sounds—
The prop kitten's purring stopped.
It's like a scary ghost story.
When someone is completely relaxed and thinks they have escaped, they deliver a fatal blow.
Jiang Yingxu froze for a moment, then suddenly sat up on the bed.
The kitten that had just quietly jumped onto the headboard was also left standing there.
Their eyes met.
Jiang Yingxu could barely react; his brain instantly found countless sophistry and excuses for himself, some vague, some deliberately deceiving.
After all, Shi Miao was a little cat who trusted him a lot.
As long as he insists, the kitten will always believe him with a degree of doubt.
But Jiang Yingxu couldn't say a word.
He awkwardly bent his knees to cover himself, his thin lips barely moving, his throat dry, and even his syllables were broken.
Finally, he only managed a hoarse cry, "Meow..."
He gave up any explanation.
His neck was covered in a glistening sheen of cold sweat, hanging low like a prisoner awaiting execution.
The wait for the verdict seemed to drag on endlessly.
In the dim light, the kitten walked step by step to him, sat down, and looked up.
"Jiang Yingxu".
The kitten asked curiously, "Why aren't you looking at me?"
"..."
Jiang Yingxu's eyelashes trembled as he looked up.
He had already prepared himself for the worst and most desperate situation. His expression was numb and self-loathing. He accepted everything Shi Miao said.
But...
He stumbled upon a pair of round, bright, clear cat eyes that showed no sign of disgust.
The kitten sat up straight and meowed softly.
Generous, open, and honest.
Ask him.
Do you want to mate?
"But it's not spring now."
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