Dani Wellington must now regret that he accepted this challenge, and what he regretted even more was that he offended these students. Who knew that the Chinese student among them could drink so much? Unfortunately, he couldn't say a complete sentence.

I ran to the bathroom three times, spitting my throat, and my bile was about to spit out, and my mouth was filled with an indescribable bitter taste. As a result, when I came back, I saw the Chinese student holding a bottle of wine, approaching him with a blood-red eyes widened, and hoarse voice, saying to him viciously: "Fuck!"

Wellington's legs became weak and he collapsed directly on the carpet in the private room.

"Ah hahaha!" Borger laughed unscrupulously. He didn't care what angry expressions the girls would glare at him. He just felt very happy now and wanted to laugh.

Russell was even more amazing than him. He specially asked the waiter for a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, then held it in his hand, walked to Wellington, squatted down and swayed the juice in front of him. "Minor, do you want some juice?"

"Woo--" The boys whistled excitedly. Out of the most primitive instinct, they were already in a trench with Chu Zhongtian, Russell, and Borger. Seeing that the self-righteous Wellington was in trouble, it would be even more high than taking ecstasy.

Emily seemed to have never seen them, just caring about drinking and playing with several other sisters with good relationships, and she was very happy. She was quite drunk, and Chu Zhongtian had seen it.

Now Wellington's face was no longer visible, and he looked at the orange juice in Russell's hand in confusion. He probably didn't know what the yellow thing was. Russell was quite conscientious. If he brought an empty cup into the bathroom and filled it up, he would drink it in one gulp... Russell pinched Wellington's mouth and poured the orange juice in the glass into him. Wellington had no time to swallow, most of the orange juice overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his cheeks and neck. He was choked and coughed. This scene made the girls who had a good impression of Wellington couldn't stand it, but Russell smiled happily.

"Do you want another drink, little dear?" Russell asked softly in the other person's ear.

The answer to him was Wellington's more violent cough.

After the flash light came on, Borger held a digital camera and gave Russell a thumbs up: "When that kid becomes famous in the future, this photo will definitely be sold at a high price, ha!"

The two of them tortured Wellington in different ways, while Chu Zhongtian was drinking alone. Even if Wellington had no intention of fighting with him, he had no intention of stopping. No matter how unlucky and miserable Wellington was, for him, pretending to be a fool, was not worthy of sympathy.

※※※When this Christmas party ended, Wellington asked several girls to get into the taxi, while Chu Zhongtian held the wall again and vomited continuously. Wellington's alcohol tolerance was actually average. Chu Zhongtian vomited until he drank it himself. But even though he would have a headache for another night, he felt comfortable. Seeing Wellington almost being dragged into the car, he felt very happy!

Hearing the car started, he turned around and waved to the taxi, "Come and do it next time, little dear!"

"Ah haha!" Borger and Russell hugged each other's shoulders and smiled happily, which made many girls look at him very glaring. But they didn't care. A group of women who couldn't move their legs when they saw a rich and handsome guy, they didn't have the heart to flatter... After Chu Zhongtian finished calling, he lay over and continued to vomit, and then he felt someone patting him gently behind his back. He just thought it was Borger or Russell, and he didn't care, but just continued to vomit. This promising job.

"You have a great alcohol tolerance, Chu."

It was Emily's voice that sounded.

Chu Zhongtian was so shocked that he almost swallowed the vomit in his mouth... A piece of paper was handed over by a pink jade hand: "Wipe, I don't want you to vomit all over."

Chu Zhongtian took it and wiped his mouth clean before looking up at Emily standing in front of him. He was searching for Emily's chest and did not find the pearl necklace.

"Where is the necklace?" he asked.

Emily pointed to her shoulder bag: "Take it off."

"Why not wear it?"

"Pearls are not protected from acid, and sweat will corrode when they are touched." Emily said.

Chu Zhongtian planned to see some clues from Emily's face, but under the hazy drunken eyes, he couldn't see it very clearly, only knowing that Emily was smiling.

Finally he had to mutter, "It's so cold this day, how can you get any sweat..."

"Then what is on your forehead now?" Emily took out a piece of paper and wiped the fine beads of sweat on Chu Zhongtian's forehead.

Chu Zhongtian broke free from Emily's support, and he didn't seem to want to act too close.

Emily looked at Chu Zhongtian, who was a little frivolous under her feet: "Do you want to call a car to take you home?"

Chu Zhongtian waved his hand, "I'll stand for a while, and the wind will blow for a while. But... you should call a car, otherwise I'm worried that you won't be able to get so many things..." Chu Zhongtian pointed to the gift piled on the ground.

Emily laughed.

"You'd better take care of yourself, drunkard."

Chu Zhongtian leaned against the wall and smiled at Emily weakly, "Hehe, your alcohol tolerance is also good..."

The taxi was waiting in line for the passengers. Chu Zhongtian rested for a while, then helped Emily bring all the gifts into the car, and then waved goodbye. Soon, he was the only one left at the door of the bar, Russell and Borger.

"It's so pleasant tonight, ha!" Borger said excitedly.

Chu Zhongtian glanced at Russell: "You can't get access tonight?"

"Tomorrow is Christmas," Russell said.

"Since that's the case, let's have another drink!" Chu Zhongtian's rare proposal surprised the other two people a little.

"I remember you never did this, Chu." Borge asked strangely.

"Tomorrow is Christmas." Chu Zhongtian replied directly with Russell's words.

Russell thought for a while, then nodded: "Good idea. Anyway, I'm very happy tonight, and I'm not drinking much." "Gay people" They gave Dani Wellington a temporary nickname, who looks very manly but actually acts very unmanly. Not to mention, it's quite vivid... "Okay, I know where there is a bar that can be opened until two o'clock. Let's go now!" Borger shouted excitedly.

He even started singing the song, singing the "beautiful_day" of the band U2, and soon Russell came in harmoniously.

Chu Zhongtian was also singing, but he was not singing an English song, but a very suitable Chinese song: "We ordinary people, I am so happy tonight!!"

※※※ Chu Zhongtian, who was hangover, slept until the afternoon before he woke up slowly, but he found that his body was not very good, with headaches and thirst, stomachache and nausea, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

It seems that I drank too much wine yesterday. Since I was so happy at that time, I should pay the price for it now... Yang Yang knocked on his door and talked about the evening costume party, Chu Zhongtian told him weakly that he obviously could not attend the costume party today because he couldn't even get out of bed now.

"How much have you drunk?" Yang Yang was startled by hearing Chu Zhongtian's hoarse and tired voice. This was the first time he saw Chu Zhongtian so weak, his roommate lying on the bed with dry lips and a sallow complexion.

"I don't know..." Chu Zhongtian's voice was much smaller than usual, and he had no strength.

Yang Yang poured him a glass of water and placed it on the head of the bed.

"Thanks……"

"It's so regretful." Yang Yang sighed a pity. "You can't go to the costume dance tonight. I'll tell you, there are beautiful women, if you miss it, be careful and regret it for a year!"

Chu Zhongtian grinned and smiled silently. He didn't care whether there were beauties. Anyway, it wasn't his own, so why bother joining in the fun? And most importantly, the group of people who had had conflicts with him before because of playing football were also going, and he felt that it would be embarrassing to meet both sides. He didn't want to see them again, and they didn't expect that the person they had ridiculed for has now become the main players of Wimbledon Athletics... Everyone felt uncomfortable when they met, and they were in a good mood to have a holiday, so the best way was to not meet at all.

"It seems like I had a great time with Emily yesterday?"

"It's okay..." Chu Zhongtian waved his hand weakly. He was really having fun, but not with Emily, but with Wellington, who was very high with him.

Yang Yang shook his head: "But I still want to advise you, Da Chu. You are a football player now. Be careful not to drink alcohol or simply not drink alcohol. Alcohol is harmful to your body and is not good for you to play football. Do you know why Chinese players are a little older and are in a very fast state? It is related to not paying attention to their own bodies and unhealthy living habits."

Seeing Yang Yang's serious look, Chu Zhongtian couldn't help laughing: "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you're amateur kicking, it doesn't matter if you drink alcohol..."

"It's all your body, so you should take care of it. Even if you don't play football, drinking like this is not good for your health. Drinking alcohol will hurt your liver. Look how good I am, it's good not to smoke or drink. It's a good thing if you don't smoke, but it's best to keep alcohol less exposed. I'm for your own good, Da Chu. Otherwise, when you get old in the future, you will know that it's amazing..."

Chu Zhongtian suddenly interrupted Yang Yang's record mainland. He looked at the chattering roommate and said, "Has anyone ever told you, Lao Yang?"

"Tell me what?"

"You're really silly..."

"Go to die!" Yang Yang punched Chu Zhongtian in the stomach. Although he was separated by the quilt, Chu Zhongtian still felt the power of the punch.

"Hahaha...cough cough!" Although he was beaten, Chu Zhongtian laughed loudly and laughed until he started to cough.

"I'll go look for it. I remember bringing a can of honey from home. I don't know if it's done. Drinking some honey water after a hangover will be good for you." Yang Yang threw down Chu Zhongtian, who kept coughing, turned around and walked out.

Chu Zhongtian looked at the back of this roommate. Although he was joking with others, he was grateful. In the past year in the UK, if it weren't for him, he would have worked harder than he is now. Thinking about the time when he first came here, "Wimbledon" was nothing for him except the venue for the four major tennis slams in the world. If it weren't for Yang Yang's enthusiastic help, he wouldn't have lived in an apartment with superior conditions and could have found two part-time jobs soon. You know, he was very troubled to hear what others said at that time.

He originally wanted to give Yang Yang Christmas gifts, but he was rejected. He knew that Yang Yang was saving money for himself. But if he really didn't give anything, it would be too unreasonable.

When Yang Yang turned back, he was holding a jar with no amount of honey left in his hand and a bucket of steaming instant noodles.

"A hangover person needs to eat something to feel comfortable in his stomach." Yang Yang put the instant noodles aside, "But it's a pity that I only know instant noodles."

Chu Zhongtian smiled and said, "If you want to make other things, I dare not eat them."

Yang Yang ignored his jokes, picked up the water cup, poured the boiling water inside into the honey jar, then twisted the lid and shook it hard.

"It's just a little honey. In order not to waste it, I have to do this." He said to Chu Zhongtian, who was a little surprised to see it.

Chu Zhongtian asked him to put down what he was in his hand, and then pointed at the desk: "Pull open the drawer on the left."

Yang Yang was puzzled, but he still obediently walked over and opened the drawer. He originally thought that Chu Zhongtian wanted to read a book, but it was not convenient to move, so he asked himself to do it for him. Unexpectedly, a small picture frame lying in the drawer, inside... "Is this me?" Yang Yang picked up the picture frame in his hand, pointed to the avatar in it and asked Chu Zhongtian.

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

"Merry Christmas, Lao Yang. I will never refuse this, right?"

Yang Yang smiled a little embarrassedly, and scratched the back of his head: "It's so beautifully drawn...but wait, why does this look look a bit like a woman?" He threw a puzzled glance at Chu Zhongtian.

Chu Zhongtian laughed and said to him seriously: "Has no one ever told you, Lao Yang. You are really silly..."

"Damn! Go to death!" Yang Yang raised his middle finger at him.

"Wowhahaha... Cough cough! Haha--" Chu Zhongtian pounded the bed board hard, laughing loudly.

※※※Yang Yang went to the costume dance tonight, but his disguise was very uncreative, just wearing police uniforms. Chu Zhongtian joked that if he had the ability, he should set up a set of urban management service to ensure that he would make a big splash at the costume dance and make everyone feel at a disadvantage.

Yang Yang gave him a middle finger and went out.

The next night was spent alone until the second half of the night. After lying in bed for an afternoon, he got up and cooked his own supper, which was still noodles. But unlike today last year, he didn't feel lonely. Although he thought of his parents and was about to call them at twelve o'clock, it was not homesickness.

This Christmas, he has many friends and has a very happy life with his blessings. And in the next two and a half years, he should continue like this.

I really didn’t expect that I would get such a reward when I came here to study. It really fits an old Chinese saying: “How can I be blessed if I lose my horse?”

When he was forced to give up football and focus on his studies, did he ever think that today would be? He had just got off the plane and stood on the streets of London, looking at this completely unfamiliar city that was about to spend four years. Have you ever had such a fantasy - spend your college career happily with a group of friends?

When he was reading books and reviewing his homework until twelve o'clock, Chu Zhongtian looked at his watch, got up, put the key on his face, closed the door and walked out. He had to go to the public telephone booth downstairs to call his home. There was an eight-hour time difference between London and Beijing time. Now it was twelve o'clock here, and it was eight o'clock the next morning in Chengdu, and his parents had already gotten up.

Although parents are not this Christmas, in the UK, Christmas is like the Chinese Spring Festival. It follows the local customs and should also call your parents on this day.

※※※Emily put the repackaged pearl necklace box in front of her mother: "Merry Christmas, Mom."

"What is this..." Mom lifted the lid and was surprised. "Cartier's necklace? Where did you come from?"

“Born.”

"But do you have that much money?" Mom knew Emily's financial situation. They were not too rich, and they never bought such expensive jewelry. The necklaces she wore were always given by her ex-husband, but after the divorce, there was no jewelry on her neck anymore.
To be continued...