At this moment, Song Ling was a young master from a noble family whose every move was captivating.
When Li Ke turned around, she was amazed by this person who was so out of place in the noisy atmosphere.
"What's wrong with Brother Ling? He's checked his watch four or five times in this short while." Someone teased Song Ling, who had been sitting silently.
The person beside him chimed in, "He's keeping a mistress at home, someone's waiting for him there. It's not like you bachelors."
Seeing that Song Ling remained silent, all the people's eyes fell on him.
"Song Ling, if the big star Li keeps singing, her voice will go hoarse. Why don't you go sing a song?" someone asked.
"I'm not a very good singer."
"Doesn't it sound good?" Upon hearing this, Li Ke immediately left the microphone and sat down next to him. "Your voice is so nice, it won't sound too bad even if you read it out loud."
Seeing this, the others also started to jeer.
Seeing that Song Ling was really unwilling to speak, Xu Zhi suggested, "Why don't you let your brother Ling punish himself with a drink?"
"Then I'll punish myself with a drink."
Song Ling prefers this to singing.
Before the others could agree, Xu Zhiyi helped Song Ling pour the wine, and Song Ling took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Her thin lips, moistened with wine, were most captivating in this dazzling place.
"Honey, just sing one song, I heard from Yinan that you sing really well."
When Li Ke speaks in a soft voice, few can resist. Song Ling's voice is simply too good; their club has never encountered one like it.
Such a promising talent is truly a rare find.
Xu Zhiyi noticed that Song Ling was getting impatient, so she took out the remote control and asked Li Ke, "There seem to be a few less backing tracks here. Where did you find the backing tracks for those songs you just listened to?"
"You can connect it to your own terminal, I'll teach you."
Li Ke's attention was diverted, and she quickly let Song Ling go.
Song Ling cast a grateful glance at Xu Zhiyi.
Having just escaped a close call, the door to the private room was suddenly knocked open.
"Song Ling." It was Wen Yu's best friend who knocked on the door. He bypassed the person who opened the door and came to Song Ling.
"Brother Ling, Wei Yu and the others are trying to get Sister Wen Yu drunk. We can't stop them. Can you go and take a look?"
"Forced to drink?" Song Ling raised an eyebrow, a slight smile in his eyes. "What's the point of drinking with a young girl? Drink with me."
Song Ling said "bend," threw his suit jacket on the sofa, and followed the girl out the door.
The group followed Song Ling to another private room.
When the door was opened, Wen Yu was hiding from the alcohol with red eyes.
Song Ling walked over, patted Wei Yu on the shoulder, and whispered, "Little girl, what's your alcohol tolerance? I'll keep Brother Wei company."
A smile played on his lips, but he had already silently calculated Wei Yu's moves.
Wei Yu had been drinking a bit, and Song Ling's address of "Brother Wei" left him feeling quite confused. He glanced at Song Ling's lean and slender waist, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "You?"
Song Ling, the transfer student, has always been viewed unkindly by the older boys. His medical report states he is a top-tier Alpha, but aside from being forced into a few fights, he doesn't seem to possess any special abilities. Nobody knows how this top-tier Alpha designation was determined, or where it's located.
How much can you drink?
Wei Yu's tone was contemptuous. The people in the private room were all eighteen or nineteen-year-old students, who had just reached adulthood and couldn't possibly have a high alcohol tolerance.
Song Ling is addicted to playing the hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress role.
Song Ling looked at Wei Yu: "Give it a try."
"Can."
Wei Yu smiled.
Someone behind me opened a bottle of wine.
High-proof liquor has a strong alcohol smell that hits you the moment it's poured into a glass.
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Chapter 12 (2/2)
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Wei Yu leaned back on the sofa, her eyes, slightly tinged with alcohol, looking at Song Ling: "I won't bully you, I'll just have three drinks."
The glass in front of me contains more than 500 milliliters. After three glasses of wine, I don't know if I'll still be able to stand up.
Song Ling glanced at the alarming glass and said calmly, "Brother Wei, you should have three glasses too."
"Okay, please."
Wei Yu had already drunk quite a bit, but an Alpha's competitive spirit was too easily ignited. He was willing to bet that Song Ling, a hothouse flower bud, would be passed out after less than one drink.
Song Ling gently tugged at the tie around his neck, then reached up to unbutton the cufflinks on his shirt and put them into the pocket of his trousers.
The way he looked at the liquid in the glass carried a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.
In the dim light, his sharply defined jawline tilted slightly upward, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and in no time the first glass was empty.
"Brother Wei."
Song Ling put down the glass and wiped the wine droplets from the corner of her mouth.
The more confident he is, the more polite he is to those who want to challenge him.
It's rare to see someone who can drink this strong liquor without blushing or skipping a beat. Wei Yu glanced at Song Ling, picked up the next glass, and downed it.
Soon, the second glass of wine in front of Song Ling was also empty, and by the time the third glass came out, Wei Yu's expression was quite strange.
Two glasses of wine had consumed nearly a liter of liquor. Wei Yu's heart was pounding violently, almost like she had arrhythmia, but Song Ling still had a smiling face.
Just as Song Ling was about to pick up the next glass of wine, Wei Yu stopped him.
Song Ling looked at the person in front of her, whose clear, dark eyes held a hint of bewilderment.
"Are you out of your mind?" Wei Yu cursed. He didn't want the headlines tomorrow to read about two students drinking themselves to death.
"If you can't manage, you can stop." After saying that, Song Ling brought the next glass of wine to her lips.
"Stop, stop, damn it, what kind of wine vat is this?"
Wei Yu felt terribly unwell and just wanted to find a place to vomit for a while. That little brat Song Ling drinks alcohol like it's water; I wonder what kind of constitution he has.
After Wei Yu finished speaking, she picked up her coat and went to the bathroom outside.
The people in the private room all cast incredulous glances their way.
"Baby, you're so handsome. The way you unbuttoned your cuffs just now really touched my heart. Next time, don't unbutton your cuffs, just take off my clothes. I didn't know you could drink so much." Li Ke moved closer to him.
"Soon."
"What do you mean soon?" Before Li Ke could react, Song Ling's legs went weak, and she crashed into someone with a thud.
"Song Ling!"
The person on top of her was heavy and hard; if it weren't for the sofa cushion, Li would have been thrown to the ground.
"Wen Chuan, I'm so sleepy."
“Uh…” Li Ke frowned and said to Wen Yu, who was standing to the side, “Hurry up, call his little wife and tell her to come and pick him up.”
“I don’t have Luo Wenchuan’s terminal code,” Wen Yu said.
“Use Song Ling’s terminal to call, he definitely has it on his terminal.” Li Ke glanced at Song Ling, patted his pocket, and pleaded, “Baby, can you hold on a little longer? Don’t throw up on me, this is a brand new dress.”
Song Ling is a young master; he can throw away his clothes without a second thought. He couldn't bear to part with this coat; he had saved up his living expenses for a long time to buy it.
Song Ling didn't know if she heard him or not, she just hummed and hugged the person in her arms a little tighter.
Seeing that Li Ke had been fiddling with her terminal for a long time without managing to pull it out, Wen Yu directly sent a call request to Song Ling's terminal. After waiting for a while without hearing any notification tone, the call was actually answered.
"Hello." A clear voice came from the other end of the terminal.
Wen Yu paused for a moment and asked him, "Hello, did you leave Song Ling's terminal with you? He might be drunk. Could you come and pick him up?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end before she finally replied with two words.
"address."
"Changning Building".
"good."
The call was disconnected, and Wen Yu was stunned by the cold voice for a long time. This person sounded like Song Ling's enemy. Would he really come to pick up Song Ling?
.
The group stayed in the private room for a while longer, and soon they heard a knock on the door.
Wen Yu opened the door to the private room, and behind it stood a tall, slender young man.
"Who are you……"
"Luo Wenchuan".
"You're Luo Wenchuan?" If he hadn't said so, she wouldn't have realized he was an Omega. He's also quite tall, about the same height as Song Ling.
"Is Brother Ling here?" Luo Wenchuan asked.
Wen Yu nodded, and Luo Wenchuan smiled politely before walking past her inside. This man was handsome; even his insincere smile was captivating.
As soon as Luo Wenchuan entered the private room, he saw Song Ling tightly embracing an Omega, muttering something under her breath.
"Honey, you seem to have lost weight again."
After hearing Song Ling's words, Luo Wenchuan's face immediately darkened.
"Oh, you've finally arrived! Quickly take Brother Ling back!"
Li Ke saw Song Ling as a savior. She hadn't realized it before, but Song Ling was quite devoted, constantly mentioning Luo Wenchuan since the beginning of the session.
Luo Wenchuan didn't say anything, but walked over and pulled the person up. Song Ling felt a pinch on her shoulder and only released Li Ke after feeling the pain.