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Chapter 203 The Last Day of Vacation

Just like a dream, the holiday ended very quickly. When I opened my eyes at midnight the next day, I vaguely felt that I would be going home that afternoon.

I feel a little dizzy. Did I drink too much last night? When I get excited, I sometimes want to have a beer.

Let’s review last night’s game starting at midnight. Except for the first round of hot pot at midnight, the second round turned into a battle for food. If you were slow, you could only get one piece of meat.

That is the piece of meat picked up by the chopsticks. Conan didn't notice it at first, until later he found out that there was only a small amount of meat put in each time by Zero Hour, which was obviously intentional.

Conan stared at him, and instead of feeling ashamed, he felt proud and said confidently:

"The meat that has been looted tastes better, Conan, this is war!"

Conan: ...

He couldn't win against him, but it was undeniable that although Conan was not used to it at the beginning, he was eventually brought into the rhythm of the two.

Like a child, he competitively stretched out his chopsticks to grab the meat. It seemed that just as Lingshi said, the meat snatched from the hands of the other two disrespectful adults was especially delicious.

After eating, they were tired of playing, and Lingshi took out a box of beer from somewhere. Huang Quan raised his eyebrows, and Lingshi immediately took two cans and came over to please him.

"Come on, two cans won't be a problem. Someone will bring you some hangover soup tomorrow."

Huang Quan: "Are you sure that with this situation, you only need me to drink two cans?"

Lingshi: "I drank all this. You have to drive tomorrow, so drink less. There's still some drink in it."

Zero pointed to the bottles of drinks that Conan brought over, and reluctantly believed Zero's words, but he was worried that the amount of alcohol was too much.

Huang Quan knew what he meant at once with just one look, otherwise why would they say "old man and old man"? There was indeed a tacit understanding between them.

Lingshi quickly said:

"I try my best and take what I can't finish back home. I never drink more than I can."

Huang Quan: "Okay, I'll have two drinks with you."

Huang Quan dug his nails into the gap and pulled the pull ring out, picked up the beer and gestured, and Lingshi quickly opened a can and touched it.

Conan held his Coke and drank it, watching the two adults' attention instantly shift from the pot to other places. Perhaps they were full and wanted to do something else.

Conan quietly put out the fire to prevent the soup in the pot from drying up.

Conan: The two adults are not as sensible as a child.

After midnight, he put the bottle mouth to his mouth and took several gulps. To be honest, he didn't really like the taste, but it was very refreshing. The more he drank, the more he wanted another can.

Perhaps it was the paralysis of his brain by alcohol, and his sense of taste was also numbed, so he just felt that this thing was pretty good, and could make people intoxicated and excited.

After Huang Quan finished drinking two cans with him, Lingshi became more and more excited. After finishing the second can, he reached out to open the third can.

Conan: "Uncle Lingshi, you've drunk too much."

Zero Hour: "Not much, not much, just this little bit, it's just the beginning, come on, Conan, come and clink glasses with your Coke."

Conan: Now I become like Uncle Maori. Beer is really harmful. I will never touch it again!

Lingshi is obviously the type who gets drunk. You wouldn't say he's drunk and crazy, but that's not the case. At most, he's just a little more lively, the type who gets more energetic the more he drinks.

Drinking, suddenly said something at midnight,

"Hey, Conan, don't forget to drink some soup. Why drink so many drinks? It's better to drink soup."

Conan: I've already drunk half of the Coke and you just remembered this?

But it just so happened that the soup in the pot had cooled down a little, and it was just the right temperature for people to drink. So not only Conan drank it, but Huang Quan also got two bowls.

One bowl was his own. Although he only drank two cans of beer, he didn't feel dizzy. He had already developed some skills over the years, but it was more comfortable to drink some soup. This was a habit brought from his hometown.

The other bowl was for midnight. No matter how drunk this person was, he would still drink some soup as a break. He recognized Huang Quan, so he had no objection to the midnight drink.

Lingshi drank the soup obediently but was quite shameless. He even asked for a reward, ignoring that Conan was right next to him.

Conan turned around holding the bowl, his eyes averted and his mind calm. The energetic Lingshi had already been drunk, so much so that he was leaning on the table to get close to him and wanted to kiss him to death.

When Huang Quan noticed that Conan had turned around skillfully and consciously, he felt relieved and embarrassed.

Fortunately, Conan turned around and didn't see these things. What was embarrassing was that Conan's skillful movements made him reflect on whether he was too indulgent in midnight.

Lingshi leaned over, his shiny black pupils facing Huang Quan's grayish black pupils. Lingshi narrowed his eyes and kissed him on the lips.

The sound seemed to explode beside his ears, and it was hard not to suspect that he didn't mean it. Huang Quan saw Lingshi who had done something bad and then retreated, looking like a weasel that had stolen some meat.

Huang Quan could only think of this. He had to say that Tongzi was a family member who had always been with Lingshi. Huang Quan now felt that Lingshi must be a big weasel that had turned into a spirit.

Huang Quan leaned over and kissed her again. Lingshi's eyes, which had been narrowed, opened again. Before he could be happy, he felt a pain in his mouth.

Huang Quansong retreated with a provocative look on his face.

"Drink your wine, drunkard, and don't get in my bed tonight. I'm going to take a shower first."

I put my hand on her mouth but didn't dare to touch it. I could only press it on her chin and lick it tentatively with my tongue.

A hint of blood came back along the tip of my tongue. Sure enough, I was bitten and bleeding. My wife is so fierce.

Feeling aggrieved at zero o'clock, he could only pout and continue drinking as he watched the man walk away with his pajamas.

The trip is about to end, so sad. He encountered two cases during the trip and strongly requested to add a few days as compensation. He did not enjoy his vacation enough.

Zero thought so and said so, Conan beside him was speechless, he couldn't control this.

I can only say that God's arrangements were not good. He chose to let them encounter such a thing when they were out playing, which really ruined their mood.

Conan went over and patted Reito's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"Okay, let's just hang out together next time. There's no need to worry so much."

Lingshi: "It's easy for you to say that. It's very difficult to find people to work for Huangquan. Before I set out this time, people blocked my doorstep..."

Are you referring to the two people, Uesugamijo Hei? He knew that the other Mr. Moroboshi was a member of the Huangquan team. If Uesugamijo Hei was also one of them, then why did he come to the department store to pick them up before?

It’s not that he’s suspicious, although it’s also possible that he was just passing by to help, or that he has good interpersonal relationships and is doing well in Huangquan’s social circle.

But Conan couldn't help but think about whether he was drunk during the pause at zero o'clock, or whether he was hiding something from him, about those two people.

It seems that these two people are indeed not just simple programmers. They should have another identity, and it is related to Zero Hour.