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"Ah?" Xu Ting was pretending to be concentrating on ironing the bowls and chopsticks, but he didn't know how the topic came to him, so he opened his round eyes and looked at Zhang Heng stupidly.

"Heh." Hearing Song Ji's deep chuckle next to him, he became even more nervous.

"Well, it's been a long time. I'm afraid Xu Ting has forgotten me." Song Ji rolled up his cuff buttons and looked at Xu Ting.

Xu Ting was dumbfounded by him when he looked at him from such a close distance, he looked like a fool, and he didn't have the appearance of the so-called young talent before.

The calm social etiquette and coping methods he has practiced in the past few years have gone to nowhere.

"No..No, of course I remember." He hurriedly replied.

"Oh, that's good." Song Ji didn't make things difficult for him, and asked him a few things about his work, and the two chatted a little.

Song Ji was stopped by Zhou Qiwei, and they also didn't talk for long.

Song Ji was as popular as ever, he responded patiently when one called him and that one, without being overly intimate or condescending.

Seeing him chatting with ease, Xu Ting seemed to have seen Song Ji in high school, but felt that he had indeed changed a lot, and he was still different after all.

After Xu Ting washed his bowls and chopsticks, he went to the side

Zhao or front.

This is his little habit, because he often traveled on business a few years ago when he first started working, and he likes to iron the dishes and chopsticks every time he goes to a small stall to eat.

Although it is impossible for the dishes and chopsticks in a big hotel like Tengwang Pavilion to be unclean, Xu Ting did it easily.

He kept moving his hands, but in fact his eyes were always secretly looking at Song Ji, and he thought he was doing it secretly.

Zhao or Zhou Qiwei next to him also childishly joined in the fun, pushing his bowl and chopsticks to Xu Ting's side. "Xu Ting, let's go together, thank you."

Xu Ting didn't pay attention to these, and still glanced at Song Ji.

This time the luck was not very good, Song Ji had just finished speaking with the same table sitting across from him, when he turned his eyes slightly and caught him straight.

Xu Ting pretended to be calm and moved his gaze to Song Ji, and then slowly retracted it calmly.

He didn't dare to look around anymore, and only concentrated on ironing the dishes.

Song Ji looked at the tableware in front of him, frowned slightly, and moved the set in front of him slightly towards Xu Ting.

He chatted with Zhou Qiwei, Zhou Qiwei, or Zhao through Xu Ting.

Xu Ting:. . . . . . .

Chen Jiafeng went to the restroom earlier, but he just came back now, and there was still a seat next to Song Ji vacant.

Strange, no one dared to sit or something.

He didn't care so much, he patted Song Ji on the shoulder lightly, sat down, Song Ji nodded and smiled at him.

Chen Jiafeng saw that Xu Ting was ironing the bowls and chopsticks, but the tabletops in front of the doors in the same dormitory were empty, so he also pushed his own pair over.

"Cuan, let's go together, thank you."

He also turned to chat with Song Ji and the others.

Song Ji's finger on the table froze for a moment, and then continued without anyone noticing.

Xu Ting: Hey!Today is really, all of them don’t regard themselves as outsiders!

Xu Ting thought to himself, forget about the other few, everyone chats on WeChat from time to time, and makes appointments to meet a few times a year.

The one who just returned to China exploited me so naturally and arrogantly. Although I like him, in the past, this person would have helped me do it together.

Thinking this way, he quietly scalded Song Ji's bowl twice.

Some classmates saw that they were interesting, and teased: "Hey! You guys are also fun. You used to do everything together, but it still hasn't changed. Let's boil a bowl together, and bully Xu Ting together."

Xu Ting also laughed: "It is an honor to serve roommates!"

The few of them seem to be an inseparable small group, which can be seen from Song Ji's different attitude towards them and others.

Although it wasn't obvious, Song Ji's safe distance when communicating with them was obviously much closer, and his posture was more relaxed and casual.

Xu Ting interrupted occasionally, and didn't say much. After the bowls were hot, they pushed them back one by one.

Xu Ting gently pushed Song Ji's bowl to him: "Okay." He whispered, not going to look at Song Ji.

Song Ji stretched out his hand to pick it up, but accidentally touched Xu Ting's with his finger, Xu Ting quickly withdrew it, and then patted his head uncomfortably.

"Thank you, Xu Ting." Song Ji smiled.

Xu Ting was a little disappointed, thinking that it was still different from before. He used to be called Ting Teng, and he even thanked him politely for helping with small things.

"You're welcome, it's just convenient." The conversation came to a dead end, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Xu Ting felt strange, when they chatted together just now, they were very natural and harmonious, so how could they be so stiff when they communicate alone?

Sure enough, I still don't know how to chat, and I always chat to death.

Fortunately, all the dishes were served at this time, Zhang Heng told everyone not to be polite, just eat freely.

Xu Ting breathed a sigh of relief, alas, I'm really tired.

Xu Ting made up his mind that he would have to eat more to fill his stomach first, and he would definitely have to drink a lot later.

He thinks that the amount of alcohol he can drink belongs to the kind that must be poured after two glasses. Last night he was in a bad mood and drank less than half a glass of whiskey, and now his head still hurts.

Xu Ting seemed to be eating slowly and gracefully, but in fact he was eating very fast.

Because the classmates at this table were more or less eating while chatting, only he never took a break, and didn't care what Song Ji was chatting with Zhao or them, he just ate in a low-key manner.

Sure enough, before half a bowl was finished, Zhang Heng started calling the waiter to open the wine.

Xu Ting saw two waiters coming over with two bottles of 50-degree Wuliangye each, and felt dizzy before he started drinking.

Terrible, I didn't notice the four bright bottles just now, Zhang Heng is so powerful that he hid them.

There are two female students and ten male students at this table. The ladies must not be allowed to drink too much.

That is to say, four bottles for ten people drink, each is almost half a bottle.

Half a bottle of white wine may not be a big deal to people with a good drinker in the north, but Xu Ting must drink it down today, and he has given up hope.

Zhang Heng asked the waiter to open all four bottles, and the man beside him hurriedly stopped him.

Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, although today is a special day, but we are not young now, and we can't compare with boys in their early 20s.

The other also echoed, yes yes yes, we old classmates, just be happy, health comes first, let's drink as much as you want today, don't waste good wine.

Zhang Heng didn't insist, saying that he would open two bottles first! Two bottles! No less!

Xu Ting secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately there were two poor drinkers.

Zhang Heng poured good wine for everyone. Of the twelve glasses, ten were filled with half a glass of white first, and the remaining two were filled with beer.

The turntable on the dining table rotated slowly, and after one turn, everyone consciously took a cup.

Zhang Heng yelled to have a round of reunion wine first, and the people at the two tables raised their glasses and stood up.

He said: "It's been a long time since we got together, especially today our squad leader can be regarded as returning to the embrace of the motherland. Let's ask the squad leader to say a few words first, okay?"

Everyone booed and applauded, and Xu Ting also looked at Song Ji openly.

Song Ji shook his head slightly, gestured for flattery, and said with a smile: "Thanks to everyone who still remembers me, I don't have much to say, I respect you."

He was slightly sideways facing Xu Ting with his left hand in his pocket. Because of his height, he bent slightly and put the wine glass halfway on the turntable.

Xu Ting seemed to be surrounded by a mountain, and he felt oppressed for a long time.

After Song Ji finished speaking lightly, he stood up straight and picked up the wine that was half on the turntable, and took a sip.

Seeing that he was as unresponsive as if drinking plain water, Xu Ting wondered when he started drinking.

Everyone followed suit, the next table with more women drank freshly squeezed orange juice, and Xu Tie and the others drank a quarter of a glass in one gulp without blinking.

Xu Ting was dumbfounded.

He never drank like this.

But watching everyone drank, Zhao or a few of them next to him even killed most of them.

Xu Ting had no choice but to close his eyes and take a sip, the spicy taste filled his mouth instantly, he choked a little, so he sat down quickly and took a couple of bites to eat before he recovered.

He is the kind of person who can't see the reaction when he drinks, and you would think he is a master of alcohol, but after waiting for half an hour, his secrets will start to show up.

The whole person can be red from the inside to the outside, so no one dares to bully him when working and socializing, fearing that something will happen to him, and his colleagues will help him cover it up if they know his situation.

So Xu Ting seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Zhao or the others seldom drank alcohol when they got together, and when they drank beer to add to the fun, they thought that Xu Ting must have a limited capacity for alcohol.

Zhou Qiwei said that the next time they get together again, they will be Bai.

Song Ji also looked at him in surprise.

Xu Ting was distressed, and said to himself that you should not be scared later.

After drinking for three rounds, Xu Ting's alcohol began to pick up, and he barely pretended to take a small sip every time.

However, it was of no use, and half a glass of wine was still drunk.

His face began to flush, his vision became a little blurry, and his mind was not clear.

He realized that he drank too much at the first sip, and he didn't faint so quickly usually.

Xu Ting opened the half glass of wine in front of him with a little distracted eyes, anxious in his heart, poured it again just after drinking half of it, what should we do today.

Before he could finish worrying, that idiot Zhou Qiwei next to him raised his wine again to toast everyone.

Zhou Qiwei is a typical drinker and has already drank a whole glass

For those who haven't responded yet, Xu Ting is envious, and can't think of an excuse to save his friend's face.

I had no choice but to take a sip of the soup, and went to get the cup at hand.

Unexpectedly, before touching the wine glass, Song Ji on the right hand swiped his elbow, and with a bang, the wine glass was swept down.

The baijiu in the glass was all spilled on the dark red marble tabletop in a shallow spread, and under the illumination of the large crystal chandelier above the head, this pool of water reflected glistening light.

Xu Ting stared at the light in a daze, and after a few seconds, he turned his dimly lit head and stared blankly at the instigator.

Song Ji withdrew his arm and said calmly, "I'm sorry."

He looked at Xu Ting calmly.

Xu Ting:. . . .

Xu Ting shook his head, blinked a few times and opened his eyes wide to examine Song Ji's expression carefully.