It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

Chapter 12

In the family, Xu Changzhou underwent various types of intensive training – strength, speed, combat skills, marksmanship, and even willpower, all required to meet rigorous standards.

He had been subjected to a large amount of high-concentration alcohol, confined to a small dark room. Strong allergic reactions caused extensive red rashes on his skin, his body swelled, and intermittent uncontrollable seizures began. Eventually, he collapsed on the cold floor, never glancing at the antiallergy syringe on the table.

After this intense willpower training, Xu Changzhou's tolerance to alcohol suddenly increased. Although doctors said such cases were extremely rare, he was indeed no longer allergic to alcohol.

However, for now, he had no intention of telling Wen Ai.

Xu Changzhou drank one glass after another, swiftly but without appearing impatient. The surrounding crowd enjoyed the spectacle, clapping to the rhythm and shouting, "Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Wen Ai stared blankly at the bobbing Adam's apple of Xu Changzhou until the waitress brought another ten glasses of alcohol, then he remembered to intervene.

"Stop drinking! Hey! Can't you hear me?"

Wen Ai's voice was easily drowned out by the loud chants around him. He tiptoed to Xu Changzhou's ear and shouted again, struggling to make himself heard. However, Xu Changzhou continued to lift the next glass of alcohol, seemingly oblivious.

Growing increasingly anxious, Wen Ai decided to take matters into his own hands. With determination, he grabbed a glass from the table and started drinking rapidly, as if in a race. The spilled liquid flowed down his chin, wetting a large area of his collar.

With Wen Ai joining in, the crowd gathered around the table erupted into excited cheers.

Xu Changzhou increased his pace, and Wen Ai, eyes wide open, also accelerated, trying to snatch the drinks alongside him. Left hand finishing one glass, right hand was already reaching for another.

Unfortunately, Wen Ai wasn't cut out for heavy drinking. After the first glass, his head started spinning; by the second, his limbs felt weak, and his speed slowed. The third glass was already pushing his limit, and by the fourth, he was purely swallowing by instinct.

When all twenty glasses on the table were emptied, Wen Ai was already thoroughly drunk. Holding an empty glass, he stood there in a silly stupor, giggling and hiccupping.

Nonchalant as ever, Xu Changzhou took away the glass from Wen Ai's hand and poked his small nose. "Are you drunk?"

Wen Ai, with a blurry gaze, suddenly lifted Xu Changzhou's hand, rolled up his sleeve, and stared intently as if examining his arm.

Xu Changzhou held Wen Ai's chin, tilting his head up. "What are you looking at?"

Wen Ai, looking bewildered, pointed at his face. "Where are the little red dots? Why are they gone?"

Xu Changzhou captured Wen Ai's hand, speaking gently. "No more red dots means I won't get sick."

Wen Ai looked blank. "You're lying... you can have allergies..."

Xu Changzhou smirked and pressed Wen Ai's hand against his own face. "Feel it. No red dots, right?"

Wen Ai felt around, nodded up and down, then shook his head left and right. "Just feeling isn't enough. We need to see a doctor."

He grabbed Xu Changzhou's arm and attempted to leave. However, as he turned, his left foot stumbled over his right, causing him to fall forward. His forehead was heading straight for the table edge when Xu Changzhou quickly reached from behind and caught him.