Chapter 322 - 255: Please, Just Agree, or Else He...

Chapter 322: Chapter 255: Please, Just Agree, or Else He...

Changbai Mountain International Resort, Hip-hop Hall.

Neon lights, pulsing electronic music.

After Gao Junlin and Li Hanwen arrived, they used their advantages—being young, handsome, and tall—to quickly charm three girls their age, and they all started hanging out at a shared table.

"Bro, I think that girl with the short hair is pretty into you," Li Hanwen teased with a grin, slinging an arm over Gao Junlin’s shoulder while the three girls were in the restroom. "She keeps glancing over, and her figure and looks aren’t bad at all."

"Later, you should challenge her to some one-on-one dice or Dancing Fist. There’s a good chance you’ll score tonight."

"She’s just the best of the bunch here."

"Compared to Feng Yao, there’s simply no comparison."

At the mention of Feng Yao, Gao Junlin, who had already had a fair bit to drink, couldn’t help but feel his anger simmering. "Damn it, I’ve been dating since I was fifteen, and I’ve never been wronged like this. I came all the way to Changbai Mountain to surprise her, and what does she say to me?"

"She said I’m annoying, that I’m childish, that I’m bothering her!"

The more Gao Junlin spoke, the angrier he became. He picked up a glass from the table and downed the Blue Master cocktail inside in one gulp.

"Damn it!"

"This time, I’m definitely not going to be the one to coax her!"

"She has to apologize to me, and then she has to be the one to make it up to me!"

"So what if she’s an art student? Does that make her so special?"

"And I’m a future star athlete destined to bring glory to our country!"

Gao Junlin looked furious, his expression filled with grim determination.

"Maybe Feng Yao was just really tired and not feeling well," Li Hanwen said quickly, seeing how emotional Gao Junlin was getting. He put in a few good words for Feng Yao, still counting on them to patch things up so he’d have another chance to hang out with her three roommates. "After she gets some rest, she’ll probably realize her mistake. She’ll call and make it up to you."

Thinking back on Feng Yao’s three roommates, Li Hanwen couldn’t help but get a lecherous look on his face.

As the two of them were talking, the three young women returned from the restroom and rejoined them at the round table.

"Hey handsome, know how to play Dancing Fist?"

The young woman sitting next to Gao Junlin took the initiative and invited him to play.

"Bring it on."

Gao Junlin reined in his emotions and gave the girl a "sunny" smile. Then, they both grabbed each other’s hands and started playing along with the rhythm of the music.

The so-called Dancing Fist was essentially a combination of Rock, Paper, Scissors and a hand-matching game, all performed with a kind of freestyle club shuffle. It was one of the most popular nightclub games among young people at the moment.

Even before he met Feng Yao, Gao Junlin was already a "prince of nightclubs." He drove a million-yuan Panamera at a young age, had a generous monthly allowance, and was naturally in his element with trendy games like Dancing Fist.

After just a few rounds, the girl had already been forced to down several drinks.

But the better Gao Junlin played, the more excited the girl became.

Just as they were getting into the game, Gao Junlin’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out during a lull in the action, and when he saw the caller was Feng Yao, a pleased look crossed his face.

"Ahem!"

Gao Junlin nudged Li Hanwen, who was busy juggling the other two girls. When his friend turned, Gao Junlin flashed him the caller ID on his phone, a smug look on his face.

"We’re just heading to the restroom, we’ll be right back."

Gao Junlin shot Li Hanwen a meaningful look, said a quick goodbye to the girls, and then grabbed his friend’s arm, pulling him toward the restrooms.

"Feng Yao is calling me this late. She’s definitely calling to apologize."

Gao Junlin walked quickly, his tone full of confidence. "Just you watch. You’ll see how she begs me. I’m definitely going to make her sweat a little first."

However, just as the two of them stepped into the restroom and found a relatively quiet corner, the incessantly vibrating phone suddenly went silent.

"Uh..."

"Are you going to call her back?"

Li Hanwen asked tentatively.

Gao Junlin’s expression wavered. ’When Feng Yao called me, I had the upper hand. But if I call her back now... wouldn’t that make me look too eager?’

Just as Gao Junlin was hesitating, the phone, which had just gone silent, started ringing again. It was still Feng Yao.

Seeing this, Gao Junlin immediately felt he had the situation handled.

"See that?"

The smug look on Gao Junlin’s face intensified. "She couldn’t hold out!"

With that, he answered the call. Then, to show off for his bro and demonstrate his "imperial status" in the relationship, he put it on speaker.

"It’s late. What’s up?"

Gao Junlin asked, forcing a deep, serious tone.

"Let’s break up."

Three short words. Before Gao Junlin could even react, the line went dead with a CLICK.

Gao Junlin: "???"

Gao Junlin: "!!!"

’Holy fuck!’

’In the blink of an eye, I’m fucking single again?!’

Li Hanwen, standing right beside him, hadn’t processed it either.

He’d never in his life thought a person’s complexion could be described as a kaleidoscope of colors, but Gao Junlin’s face at that moment was exactly that—shifting from black to green, red to purple.

"Bro, you..."

"Are you okay?"

Li Hanwen stared at Gao Junlin, who was frozen to the spot. He was genuinely worried his friend might have an aneurysm from the sudden rage and just "snap" and drop dead right there.