"Oh, little brother, I've seen you sitting here forever, turning down every drink offer... No one to your taste?"

"Or... do you prefer tasting what I offer, little brother?"

Her slender legs shifted under dim lights as a chic young woman in a sexy outfit sidled up to Cheng Yu, pressing her ample softness against his arm.

Cheng Yu wanted to snap at her, but she was just too... big.

He stayed silent until she leaned closer. System options popped up before his eyes:

[Facing her drink offer, your choice is:]

[A: Look at her and say, "Let's toast to your eyes." Reward: one bottle of invincibility potion.]

[B: Drink and get to know her better. Reward: one bottle of Burgundy Hill dry red wine.]

[C: Tell her, "Actually, I'm gay." Reward: one random attribute point.]

Cheng Yu's heart twitched at these lewd options. After a quiet sigh, he leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"Rather than tasting what you offer... I crave a worthy fencing opponent."

Her expression turned visibly strange. She sat still, curves heaving with heavy breaths. Finally, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and glared at Cheng Yu:

"Disgusting."

She huffed and stormed off. Cheng Yu silently counted: eighth one, maybe?

He checked his phone. Only an hour had passed since he entered the bar.

Yet he felt like sitting on pins and needles—as if a whole year had crawled by.

Whenever someone offered him a drink, the system spat out lewd choices, warning that drinking might get him killed in a yandere rage.

Damn it... Why send him to a bar if he couldn't drink?

He couldn't figure it out. But after a hundred rebirths, he knew trusting the system was never wrong.

He sighed, hoping the event would end soon. Someone plopped beside him, slinging an arm over his shoulder with a grin:

"You're no fun, Bro Cheng. First time I've seen someone at a bar just eating fruit platters."

That slick tone—Cheng Yu recognized his roommate Zhou Weihua instantly. Alcohol fumes clung to him; he'd clearly had too much.

"Look at our class rep—even Jiangyx Jiang's wasted. Loosen up, have fun!"

Cheng Yu turned. Jiangyx Jiang had lost her usual serious air. A drunken blush spread across her cheeks, revealing a charming, carefree side.

In fact, scanning the two large booths, almost all classmates were slumped over—sprawled on sofas or leaning on each other like Zhou Weihua.

Honestly, only Cheng Yu and Linsw Lin seemed sober.

Hmm? Wait.

A guy stood from a booth, steps unsteady, and walked to the dance floor. He grabbed a mic.

"That guy is—"

"Huh? Don't know him, Bro Cheng?" Zhou Weihua squinted, then chuckled. "Our classmate. Lives opposite our dorm. You never visit or join events, so you barely know him. He's lively though. Name's... Zhao..."

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

A speaker blast drowned Zhou Weihua out. Cheng Yu looked over. Zhao (?) held the mic, voice brimming with drunken excitement:

"Today, I, Zhao, had an amazing time! Honored to meet you all!

"To share my joy—I'm covering everyone's tab tonight! Eat, drink, party hard! Let's rock this place!!"

Though Zhao (?)'s words slurred, his meaning was clear.

Cheers erupted. Whistles blew. Shouts of "Bro Zhao!" filled the air—no one dislikes a generous spender treating them to drinks.

Cheng Yu gaped. Zhou Weihua just shrugged, unfazed.

"Heard he's a rich kid. Cheerful guy—does this often. Everyone likes him."

"Wow, sounds decent... I can't believe I never knew him." Cheng Yu clicked his tongue. This guy had impressed him. Zhou Weihua shook his head with disdain:

"You never care about this stuff. Of course you haven't heard. But this Zhao—"

"Also!"

Another blast cut him off. Zhao (?) wasn't done. He walked toward the booths, mic in hand, excitement rising:

"I want you all to witness something!"

The vague words sparked curiosity. "Oohs!" and cheers swelled.

"Since freshman year, I've been head over heels for a girl. Her every smile, every move, tugged at my heart.

"I vowed to confess—to tell her how much I like her.

"Even if she rejects me, I won't give up."

Ahead, only Linsw Lin sat sober in her booth.

All eyes locked on them. She stayed silent. Zhao (?) strode forward, gaze burning.

"I must make her understand my feelings. Then ask:

"Will you... whoa!"

No one expected it.

Right before everyone, Zhao (?) tripped. He lost balance and crashed into another booth.

Crash! Bang! Glass bottles and cups toppled. Round containers rolled off the table, shattering on the floor, splashing liquor everywhere.

Zhao (?) looked up. A group in the booth glared at him furiously.