"To the meat!" Xin Fat Man lifted his cup.
"For the slovenly, free, and casual clothes!" Zheng Qing shouted, somewhat bleary-eyed.
"For the dorm, for returning to the collective!" Dylan's inner werewolf seemed to be growing wild as well.
"For a better future with more choices!" Xiao Xiao concluded with a bang.
"Cheers!"
The four cups collided heavily, splashing a flurry of froth.
After three rounds of drinks, the flavors of meat were well tasted.
The young wizards were all a bit tipsy.
Fat Cat carefully avoided the young wizards running wild in the dorm, disdainfully glanced at a chicken leg covered in beer foam, and began to ponder whether to sneakily pee in Xin Fat Man's cup.
After all, cat urine, horse urine, or beer all taste pretty much the same.
Fat Man didn't notice the malice emerging in Fat Cat's eyes.
Because he was a bit drunk, Zheng Qing was pouring out his woes, clutching his arm:
