MTLNOVEL Chapter 316 - 315: Brother Mian can't hold his liquor, remember that!
Chapter 316: Chapter 315: Brother Mian can’t hold his liquor, remember that!
“A dinner gathering sounds great, I’m in too!”
Sheng Zixin, though he wasn’t from Class 25, had the cheek to invite himself in from outside.
No one in the class paid him any attention.
Everyone was busy discussing among themselves, some wanted to sing, some craved hot pot, while others were keen on skewers.
“Luoluo, why don’t you organize everyone. Now that Lu Mian is our class’s stabilizing anchor, you are the senior stand-in. You’ve really been through a lot, entertaining the people from Era Middle School these days,” someone suggested.
As for their class monitor, Bai Fangfei, ever since the Cang Xue audio incident, she had completely lost her spirit. She couldn’t care less about anything, sitting at her desk enveloped in gloom, lost in her thoughts.
But everyone knew that she had effectively reached the end of her tenure as the class monitor.
Su Luo wasn’t particularly bothered by these issues; she cast a glance at Lu Mian in the corner of the classroom, puzzled.
She left the Su Family residence just fine last night, so what had changed by this morning? Had something happened in between?
Unsure of what Lu Mian was thinking and not wanting to disappoint her classmates’ enthusiasm, she simply suggested, “Let’s decide on a venue first.”
It would be up to Lu Mian to attend or not.
“Oh, right!”
Now that the dinner was settled, they needed to be vigilant about one thing.
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Shouhao and his portly friend nervously reminded everyone, “Have the dinner, by all means, but absolutely no alcohol!”
“Why?”
“Because…” Shouhao glanced at Lu Mian and whispered, covering his mouth, “Brother Mian can’t hold his liquor, remember that very well!”
Lu Mian: Are you assuming I can’t hear?
Su Luo couldn’t understand, and was a bit puzzled. How bad could his drinking be to be so terrifying?
——
The hotel.
The ten students from Era Middle School sat in the hotel conference room, an air of gloominess surrounding them. Ji Xiang, the head teacher, silently snubbed out his cigarette while Li Mingqin, his expression filled with worry, said nothing.
Sheng Zijin, wearing high heels, paced back and forth.
“Sheng Zixin, how could you give away the last school badge to them?”
With his cellphone in one hand, Sheng Zixin nonchalantly practiced the nine-hit combo with the other, explaining, “That Lu Mian really is strong, abnormally so. You can’t blame me, alright?”
“Besides, losing to someone like Lu Mian isn’t shameful,” he added.
Listening to her brother’s complete about-face, Sheng Zijin really wondered if Lu Mian had cast some spell on him.
It was the same with Lei Shuqi and Sheng Zixin; even Lu Xi couldn’t stop talking about Lu Mian since returning to Wucheng.
But only she knew the bitter truth: the humiliating defeat they suffered at Era Middle School had all been Lu Mian’s doing.
Lu Mian was enjoying the limelight now, coddled and adored by all the teachers and students at school, treated almost like a deity. Even the people from Jinjing, like herself, were slowly turning into her followers.
However, they probably had no idea about the real Lu Mian.
Her gaze flickered; she certainly didn’t have a good impression of Lu Mian.
What decent girl would get into a car with a man over forty in the middle of the night?
Sheng Zijin walked to and fro, consumed by irritation, contemplating how to regain her lost face from this incident.
In the silent conference room, previously filled only with the sound of Sheng Zijin’s heels, someone’s alarm suddenly went off.
Startled, Sheng Zixin blurted out, “Sis, I’ve got to go!”
“Where to?”
“The gathering with Lu Mian’s class…”
Sheng Zijin was about to explode with frustration at her own brother. They had just lost to them, and he was eagerly going to their dinner gathering. Did he have no pride at all?
Before his sister could grow even more furious, Sheng Zixin made a dash for it.
Gu Jingyi followed him out.
“What are you doing again?”
“Sister Sheng, I also need to find Lu Mian.” Having said that, Gu Jingyi ran off with her twin ponytails swishing behind her.
The remaining people all hung their heads, the atmosphere growing even more somber.
——
Lu Mian lay on the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, somewhat lost in thought.
Even in such a situation, she still picked a potential stock and sent it to the stock investment chat group. The group erupted in joy, as if it were the Lunar New Year.
That wasn’t enough for her. She rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a set of audio equipment. Since she was free now, she decided to start recording the audio for the first volume of Yuanyuan’s new book ahead of schedule.
The equipment was already available at home; it was all prepared by Ya Ling, so she could just take it out and use it.
Once she reached the study, her eyes quickly caught sight of the easel in the corner, and her hands itched to draw.
In fact, there were many things she could do to occupy her brain.
She simply moved the easel next to the audio equipment.
With the headset microphone on, she picked up an oil paintbrush; while voicing the recording, she deliberated over mixing a dab of color on the palette.
Doing two things at once, neither disturbing the other.
Lu Mian had known since childhood that her brain worked differently from others.
She had once undergone testing, and the examiner said her IQ was above 220. Beyond that, they couldn’t measure; she would have to go to a more advanced facility.
She asked why she was like this when her family members were all ordinary people.
The other party explained: Some of it is hereditary, some is due to gene mutation, and the presence of recessive genius genes from birth can’t be ruled out.
The abilities she exhibited ultimately came down to having a brain that could be considered clever.
But Lu Mian still underestimated her own brain.
As she was voicing the recording and painting, trying to keep herself busy, she still found herself thinking of the man living next door.
Lu Mian admitted defeat, put the paintbrush down, and paused the recording.
She sent a message to Sui Yuan.
[Little Baldy, I’m sick.]
Sui Yuan replied instantly: [What symptoms? Do you want to ask Zero Sister?]
Lu Mian described her current symptoms precisely, and Sui Yuan scratched his buzzed head for a good while before replying.
[You need to get out. I saw Shouhao posted on his Moments about going to a dinner, aren’t you going?]
[I don’t want to.]
[Go and take a look, it’ll distract you.]
Lu Mian pursed her lips, replying with an [Oh].
On this end, Sui Yuan looked at the reply from Lu Mian, and seeing that final “Oh,” he could almost see how helpless the girl was.
Ye Jinwen walked over from the counter, handing over a cup of hot milk and nervously asked, “How is it going?”
“Hmm, Mianmian will probably go.”
Ye Jinwen was reassured, “Then I’ll ask Director Qimo to go too!”
It was no coincidence that he and Sui Yuan got together today—it was because Ye Jinwen couldn’t stand the chill from Xiao Qimo, so he deliberately called Sui Yuan to gather information.
Calculating the time, he sent a text to Xiao Qimo, then glanced at Sui Yuan with a hint of curiosity.
Sui Yuan, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze, lowered his head.
“Don’t be scared, Sui Yuan student. I just want to gossip with you,” Ye Jinwen said, his face full of the desire to gossip. If he didn’t have such an innocent baby face, his expression might have seemed quite lecherous.
Sui Yuan held the hem of his shirt defensively and muttered, “You say…”
“Apart from Yu, does Lu Mian have any other close male friends in society?”