In the blink of an eye, it was Qiao Yuan’s birthday.
Tang Zhou, dressed casually, arrived at the reserved private room in the club. Just as he was about to push the door to go in, he saw the door being opened from the inside. Lu Ye was pulling Qiao Yuan’s arm and his handsome face was filled with displeasure.
Qiao Yuan, who held his arm, had chestnut-colored short hair that was soft and draped between his forehead and temples, making his face even fairer. His pair of innocent almond-shaped eyes that hung limply, clearly at loss by Lu Ye’s sudden outburst.
Upon seeing Tang Zhou, Qiao Yuan’s eyes were filled with surprise. “Zhou-ge! You need to talk to Ye-ge; he’s angry for some reason.”
Being looked at by those clear cat-like eyes, it was impossible for anyone’s heart to remain hardened.
Tang Zhou: “What’s going on?”
Lu Ye closed the private room’s door, took the two of them a little farther away, frowning, “Why did you invite that person with the last name Fu? Are you close to him?!”
Tang Zhou understood.
Qiao Yuan, clearly unaware of Lu Ye’s concerns, said with a hint of grievance, “I do know him quite well; we’re in the same club. Moreover, he’s also the freshman representative of our class, and he’s really talented.”
Qiao Yuan and Fu Shen were both freshmen, and they had met in the university’s travel club.
Fu Shen was mature and had helped Qiao Yuan a few times, leaving a good impression on him. Soon, they became friends who could chat about various topics, so it was entirely normal to invite him for his birthday.
Qiao Yuan didn’t understand why Lu Ye held so many biases against Fu Shen.
Before Lu Ye could say anything else, Tang Zhou interrupted him, saying, “Today is Xiao Yuan’s birthday, and his happiness is what matters most.”
Lu Ye knew about Fu Shen’s identity and was worried about the possibility of Qiao Yuan’s being harmed, which was perfectly understandable. However, Tang Zhou, who foresaw the future, was aware that Fu Shen never regarded Qiao Yuan as an enemy. His actions were always directed at one specific person.
As for whether or not Qiao Yuan would be affected, this was not within Fu Shen’s consideration.
In the business world, the line between right and wrong was often blurred. Fu Shen was the winner, and he had the absolute say in the outcome.
Tang Zhou had no right to meddle in other people’s business, but he also didn’t want to see Lu Ye and Qiao Yuan suffer again. That’s why he had given Lu Ye some hints during their previous phone conversation.
Now, it didn’t seem to have much effect.
Lu Ye held Qiao Yuan in a very high regard, so he had to let go of his preconceived biases upon hearing this and, while rubbing Qiao Yuan’s soft hair, he said, “Alright, I won’t say anything else.”
“Mmhmm,” Qiao Yuan smiled, resembling an innocent and harmless white rabbit. “Fu Shen’s really nice. You’ll see once you get to know him.”
Lu Ye thought to himself: ‘With this personality, if he ended up being sold, Qiao Yuan’d probably help his attacker count the money. Sigh.
Back to the private room, there were quite a few people inside. Tang Zhou immediately spotted Fu Shen in the corner.
The young man was dressed in a simple black coat, and slightly loose-fitting jeans that emphasized his long, slender legs. He was sitting on a high stool, and as he seemed to sense Tang Zhou’s gaze, he raised his head and looked over. His amber eyes were deep, with a hint of a smile.
Tang Zhou was actually a bit surprised. The Fu Shen in his dream hadn’t attended Qiao Yuan’s birthday party.
Most of the guests Qiao Yuan had invited were classmates who were in the same year as him, and the only exceptions were Tang Zhou and Lu Ye, who were seniors.
Upon seeing Tang Zhou, other guests displayed excited expressions on their faces. This was the renowned “Gold-dotting hand” Tang Shen, who was almost impossible to even see in person, and now they could have close contact with him. They were overjoyed.
In front of outsiders, Tang Zhou was generally reserved and didn’t smile. But today, it was Qiao Yuan’s birthday, and the atmosphere was crucial. He appeared rather gentle and approachable.
One junior, with some courage, greeted him, saying, “Hello, Tang Shen.”
Tang Zhou smiled faintly and replied, “You can call me Tang Zhou or just Senior Tang, no need for ‘Tang Shen.'”
His way of speaking was somewhat different from ordinary people. It was slow and reasonable, with a sense of solemnity, yet smoothly delivered, without any abruptness, making it very pleasant to listen to.
In general, he came across as very educated, but not condescending.
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The junior and senior students couldn’t help but smile, and their moods were relaxed.
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Candles were placed on the cake, and everyone gathered around it, singing the birthday song in unison.
Qiao Yuan’s face beamed with a happy smile, radiating the sweetness drawn from a honey pot.
Lu Ye looked at him with a smile, love growing in his eyes.
Tang Zhou, however, turned his attention to Fu Shen, who was concealed in the candlelight. Coincidentally, Fu Shen also looked over, and the two exchanged a one-second glance before moving their gaze away.
After Qiao Yuan made his wish and blew out the candles, Lu Ye volunteered to help him cut the cake.
Whether others ate the cake or not didn’t matter; it was about creating a sense of ceremony. As for smearing cake on each other’s faces, no one in the room had the courage to do so.
Lu Ye was unhappy with Fu Shen and didn’t cut a slice for him. Qiao Yuan was having fun with the others and didn’t notice.
Tang Zhou didn’t like overly sweet cakes, so he handed his slice to Fu Shen.
“What?”
Tang Zhou looked at him and said, “I don’t like it.”
Fu Shen replied calmly, “You don’t have to eat it.”
“Wasting is shameful.” Tang Zhou raised an eyebrow, “You’re my assistant; you have to share my burdens.”
Fu Shen: “…”
The sweet aroma of the cream, mixed with the subtle fruitiness, lingered constantly around his nose. As a sweet tooth, Fu Shen pretended to be aggrieved and reluctantly accepted it.
Seeing him put on a show, Tang Zhou thought to himself: ‘Thank goodness I was his assistant in the dream world, so I know he likes sweets; otherwise, I might have been fooled by his expression.’
The cake was sweet but not greasy, soft and fragrant, probably custom-made from a famous cake shop in Jiangcheng. Fu Shen ate it leisurely, ignoring the displeased glances Lu Ye threw over from time to time.
He was looking at Tang Zhou.
Tang Zhou held a glass of fruit juice, with clear fingerbones and slender fingers as pale as frost. The juice inside the transparent glass swirled in turquoise colors. He bit the straw with his crimson lips, and his profile sinking into the shadows, handsome and mysterious.
Like a bystander, out of place in the midst of laughter and playfulness around him, exuding a hint of coldness.
Sensing someone looking at him, Tang Zhou turned his head, and when his gaze met Fu Shen’s, he was stunned for a second, then suddenly broke into a smile.
He rarely smiled, and a smile as radiant as this was even rarer. This one smile brightened his entire being. With a slight upturn at the corners of his eyes, the accumulation of emotions in the depths of his eyes could be seen. This all mixed with his rosy lips and white teeth, making him look incredibly handsome.
Fu Shen, holding the small plate, looked at him, partly puzzled and partly lost.
Tang Zhou had his fill of fun at Fu Shen’s expense. He smiled contentedly and nodded the corner of his own mouth, gesturing that there was cream on the corner of Fu Shen’s lips.
The latter understood, seemingly calmly wiped it off with a napkin, but his slightly reddened earlobes hinted at the turmoil in his heart.
Having enjoyed enough of someone’s embarrassment, Tang Zhou drank a sip of the sweet and sour juice with a self-satisfied expression.
Qiao Yuan himself, with his playful nature, had already gotten excited. When he saw Tang Zhou pouring himself a drink, he took the opportunity to grab him and excitedly said, “Zhou Ge, let’s have a dart-throwing competition!”
He then went over and pulled Fu Shen along as well, which made Lu Ye frown.
The crowd chimed in, “OKay, okay, how do we play?”
“We can pair up and have anyone challenge each other. Whoever loses drinks.”
“Drinking sounds great! If you lose, you drink hahahaha.”
Everyone rubbed their hands and gathered in front of the dartboard. Those with a strong desire to show off immediately designated their opponents, and the duels began.
After a few rounds, they all drank a lot of alcohol.
Lu Ye won a few rounds and then provocatively looked at Fu Shen, saying, “Junior Fu, let’s compete.”
People with keen eyes could tell that this is the pace of trouble.
Fu Shen didn’t refuse and calmly replied, “You go first, senior.”
Lu Ye threw a dart, hitting the bullseye directly. He stepped back and gestured Fu Shen with his eyes.
The game didn’t follow the formal dart rules; it was simple, it relies on a scoring system based on the number of rings hit to determine winners and losers, which is the simplest and most intuitive way to play.
Fu Shen picked up a dart, and without much preparation, he casually threw it. The dart also landed inside the red target but slightly off-center compared to Lu Ye’s.
From the results, Fu Shen is indeed slightly inferior. However, Tang Zhou could clearly see that he wasn’t taking it seriously, or perhaps he didn’t want Lu Ye to lose face on this kind of occasion.
Fu Shen didn’t utter a word; he simply downed a glass of alcohol.
Lu Ye wasn’t stupid; he obviously noticed that Fu Shen hadn’t given his best effort. Feeling offended, he frowned and spoke irritably, “Let’s do it again.”
“Sure,” Fu Shen re-twisted one, “this time I’ll go first.”
With ease, he threw the dart, and it struck the bullseye directly. His clean and skilled throw earned applause and admiration from the crowd.
Qiao Yuan’s eyes sparkled as he exclaimed, “Fu Shen, you’re amazing!”
Lu Ye seemed to have drunk a bottle of vinegar. Perhaps because he felt unsettled in his heart, this time he didn’t perform well and the dart didn’t land in the center.
One win and one loss, it’s fair.
Huffing and puffing and drinking, Lu Ye was about to challenge Fu Shen again when he noticed Fu Shen looking at Tang Zhou and asked, “Does Senior Tang want to play too?”
Lu Ye: “……”
Tang Zhou is a game killer; he can’t play at all!
He wanted to step in for Tang Zhou, but the younger students cheered loudly, all wanting to see Tang Shen’s powerful and domineering demeanor.
Tang Zhou had no choice but to stand in front of the line and said solemnly, “I really don’t know how to play.”
A dart was handed to him, and Fu Shen leaned close to his ear, speaking in a barely audible voice, “It’s just a game, winning or losing doesn’t matter.”
Tang Zhou glared at him: You just want to see me make a fool of myself!
Fu Shen’s lips curled slightly, “After you, Senior.”
Tang Zhou wasn’t the type of person that backs down from a challenge. Even if he lost, he’d lose fair and square.
He focused his gaze, perfectly emulating the throwing posture with an impressive demeanor that seemed to intimidate onlookers. Everyone held their breath in anticipation.
Everyone thought he was just being humble earlier. How could Tang Shen, the grand Tang God, not know how to throw darts?
The dart flew through the air, making a “whoosh” sound, but it hit the wall with a dull thud.
Everyone: “…”
Lan Ye felt some regret; he shouldn’t have provoked Fu Shen. Now that Fu Shen had provoked Tang Zhou, he was definitely taking revenge.
Tang Zhou wasn’t particularly bothered by this minor defeat, his expression was calm and said, “I lost.”
He lifted his glass to take a sip, but Fu Shen stopped him.
“I haven’t thrown yet.”
Tang Zhou replied, “I’ll drink mine, you throw yours.”
The young man had an open and untroubled expression, and Fu Shen silently let go of his hand.
He genuinely didn’t know that Tang Zhou couldn’t play.
Tang Zhou frowned and downed a glass of alcohol, almost choking to death by the taste of the wine.
He really didn’t like drinking, which was one of the reasons he didn’t enjoy attending these kind of drinking parties.
Lu Ye leaned over at the right moment and said, “Tang Zhou, why don’t you take a break on the sofa for a while? Once the game is over, I’ll have someone take you back.”
He knew Tang Zhou had a poor tolerance for alcohol and was afraid he might drink too much and pass out.
Tang Zhou obediently sat on the sofa, his head spinning.
The games wouldn’t stop just because he quit, and the noise drilled into his head like a cacophonous symphony. He frowned in discomfort, half-closing his eyes as he gazed at this bizarre and colorful world.
As the others enjoyed their party and the crowd had gotten drunk enough, Lu Ye drank quite a bit himself and was in no position to look after Tang Zhou. Qiao Yuan was even worse.
Fu Shen stared at Tang Zhou’s flushed cheeks, which had taken on a rosy hue due to the alcohol. He leaned down and softly called out, “Tang Zhou, it’s time to go back.”
Tang Zhou wasn’t completely drunk, and upon hearing someone call him, he opened his eyes groggily and saw Fu Shen. He smiled and said, “Ah, Assistant Fu.”
“……”
He was quite obedient, swaying as he stood up, didn’t take a few steps, but flung himself forward.
Fu Shen quickly caught him, and Tang Zhou, taking the opportunity, collapsed against him and didn’t move, his eyes half-open.
The rosy hues colored the corners of his eyes, and there was a soft and almost indescribable tone in his voice.
“Don’t want to go, I want a hug.”
Fu Shen’s pupils trembled.
Luckily, everyone in the private room was all drunk, or else seeing Tang Zhou like this would surely shatter the divine image of Tang Shen into pieces.
He couldn’t reason with a drunk person, so he could only turn around helplessly and bend his knees while saying, “Hop on.”
Tang Zhou blinked as if to say, “Sure.”
With that, he suddenly threw himself onto Fu Shen’s back, nearly causing him to fall to the ground.
As Tang Zhou clung to his neck, Fu Shen supported him with both hands and slowly walked out of the club.
Lmaooo this’s (probably) how their way home will be:
Please pray for Fu Shen’s poor back 
😂😂 poor Fu Shen
TZ is so cute being drunk~ Or was it his tactic?
Thank You for the new chapter (∩˃w˂∩)♡
Drunk tang zhou is adorable! 😍
🤣🤣🤣
Not the bucket on the head 😂😂
That picture made me laugh a lill lol. And I’m on the train. Don’t do this to me please. 🥺🥺