Friend P is Mr. Yu's roommate.

At first, I had a feud with him because of badminton.

That's right, it's a feud!

When he put the shuttlecock on my head for the second time, I had a bitter enmity with him.

"Why are you so good at playing?" Friend P taunts and fights.

"Just your stir-fry serve, right?" I sneered.

"I'm better than you...... Don't hit you too hard, or I'll just buckle you!" Friend P said with a sneering face.

If it weren't for my classmates, I would have wanted to rush up and hit him on the head with a badminton ball every minute.

In addition to playing, if you want to talk about road idiot kung fu, friend P is also first-class.

And, for the first time, my friend P made me realize that road idiots are also contagious-

Obviously, the destination is a square in the city, and friend P insisted on driving the navigation, relying on his flickering ability to take a group of stunned people to the bus in the opposite direction.

When they found out that the path was wrong again, everyone began to go crazy, and they pinched their friends P and shook and shaked.

"It's the second time! Next time, I'll let you lead the way, I might as well go and eat Xiang! ”

Friend P had no choice but to spread his hands and said helplessly: "Who told you to follow me?" ”

I poked him, curious: "Hey, are you lost in front of your own house?" ”

"You're just getting lost on your doorstep." My friend P gave me an unhappy look.

"I'm just getting lost around my home." I followed him and argued.

A group of good friends can take you to heaven, while a group of friends who drink and meat can only take you to eat, drink and have fun.

I pushed open the door of the KTV box, and the sound of shaking dice mixed with Mr. Yu's singing instantly swept you into the lively venue.

"Do you know how to play dice?" Friend P asked me.

"No, it won't." I'm honest.

"Then you watch me play, watch it a few more times and you'll be done." Friend P dunks the dice into the cup and beckons to restart.

A few rounds down -

"Will it be?" Friend P asked.

"Probably ......" I'm a little unsure.

"Here you are." My friend P gave me his seat.

"What if I lose."

"How can a math ghost lose, if you lose, I'll help you drink (wine)!" My friend P just pressed me to his seat.

After a few minutes......

"Pit B—" He poured down the third round of wine in regret, tears streaming down his eyes.

I touched my nose and was forcibly kicked out by him.

I watched a few more rounds -

"Will it be?" He asked again.

"Yes." I'm pretty sure!

"Then you come—" He counted a new dice cup for me.

I looked at him, and he instantly understood, shouting, "Drink yourself if you lose!" ”

I touched my nose and had to play by myself.

said that they would go back before the curfew, and everyone sang until the night ended, and it was already one or two o'clock in the morning.

"What should I do, the school gate must be locked at this point." I pressed the phone screen, swiped it, and it turned off in two clicks.

"Then go over the wall."

"Don't turn it over, I've been very strict lately." Someone refused.

"But I want to go back to sleep."

After arguing for a while, the drunken crowd finally divided into two groups: those who wanted to go back to sleep were divided into a wave and called a car to go back, and those who didn't want to sleep joined us and made do with the KFC store for a night.

"It's really uncomfortable to drink at night." I leaned on the table and muttered.

"Then you're still drinking, idiot." My friend P scolded me.

"Do you know how many it is?" I held out a finger and asked him.

"Are you drunk?" Mr. Yu asked worriedly.

"How could she be drunk, it doesn't add up to two glasses." My friend P gave me a blank look.

"Well, I'm drunk." I ignored him and leaned on the table pretending to be.

No one spoke for a while, and the smell of alcohol slowly spread.

At some point, Mr. Yu quietly draped his coat over me.