Rebirth 08: My Online Love Wife is a Cold and Aloof School Beauty

Chapter 90: Lin Bei Under Siege and the Mysterious Biller

"What you're describing is called sweeping away an entire army."

Lin Bei placed the empty cup on the table. "The question is whether it's a sweeping attack or a massive attack within your own ranks."

Where are your teammates?

He turned to look at Su Qianqian.

Su Qianqian looked down at the half-finished glass of beer in front of her.

He pushed the cup towards Lin Bei, indicating that it was also his cup.

"Qianqian and I are teammates, but you are not."

Song Qingning gathered the playing cards in her hand and shuffled them twice, her technique becoming much more skillful than before.

"Besides, the Olympics are opening today, and the Chinese team has already won gold medals. If Qianqian and I team up to beat you, it will be in line with the trend of history."

"You represent the foreign team alone, so the foreign team has to lose today."

Ok? !

Lin Bei was speechless.

How did he suddenly become a foreign team?

Lin Bei sighed and took a sip of beer, saying, "The gold medal for the Chinese team was won by the shooting team. What does this deck of cards have to do with shooting?"

Song Qingning, however, disagreed. She put the freshly shuffled cards on the table and laughed, "Anyway, it's all about winning glory for the country, the principle is the same."

Su Qianqian smiled, a rare occurrence, and reached out to pick up the freshly poured beer in front of Lin Bei, taking a sip.

Seeing this, Song Qingning leaned closer to Su Qianqian and whispered:

"Qianqian, is this drink for Lin Bei, or to keep him company?"

Su Qianqian put down her cup and smiled, "I lost the fourth game in a row because I wanted to see him."

"Haha!" Su Qianqian clapped her hands and said, "That's more like it!"

Lin Bei leaned back in his chair, watching the two girls.

One was smug, the other calm.

But with the same goal in mind, they all turned their attention to him.

It's rare to see such a unified approach!

Lin Bei was silent for two seconds, then sighed: "Let's continue!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of the two of you!"

Song Qingning and Su Qianqian exchanged a knowing smile.

Soon, the plates of grilled skewers on the table were removed twice.

Peanut and edamame shells were piled up into a small mountain, and five or six empty beer bottles were lined up at the foot of the table.

The television was broadcasting post-match interviews, and the Chinese shooting team athletes said into the microphone, "Thank you to our motherland, thank you to our coaches, thank you to the people of the whole country!"

The sounds were mostly drowned out by the clinking of glasses and laughter from the night market.

In the fourth hand, Lin Bei finally won.

"I'm done!" He slammed his last three cards on the table. "I told you you guys couldn't beat me!"

"Drink it quickly!"

Then, Lin Bei leaned back and revealed the most relaxed smile he had shown that night.

After being bullied for three rounds, it was finally his turn to turn the tables!

"You're lucky this time!" Song Qingning raised her glass and drank her first drink of the night.

However, after finishing his drink, he put the cup on the table, pointed at Lin Bei's cards, and said:

"Tell me honestly, did you hide any cards?"

"Hey!" Lin Bei said speechlessly, "Are you a sore loser?"

"It's normal when you win, but you cheat when it's my turn, right?"

"That's such a double standard."

Song Qingning snorted, "I just feel like something's not right."

Lin Bei simply spread his hands and said, "Come on, come on, I'll let you search me."

"If I can't find it, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"No search, no search," Song Qingning immediately turned her head away. "Your clothes are covered in barbecue oil, what if you get my hands dirty?"

Lin Bei leaned in directly: "I have to search you, you're the one who framed me."

"Get out of the way!" Song Qingning dodged left and right, waving her hands repeatedly at Lin Bei.

Seeing this, Su Qianqian smiled with relief.

The saccharine smell of being in love is wonderful!

Will she and her husband be this lovey-dovey when they're together in the future?

Su Qianqian tried to think about it, and her face instantly turned red.

At that moment, Lin Bei's phone, which was on the table, suddenly started vibrating.

Su Qianqian looked up and saw several messages from Wu Xiaoxun on her phone screen.

Su Qianqian pointed to Lin Bei's back: "Your phone has a message."

Lin Bei then gave up playing around with Song Qingning, picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and turned it on.

But then Wu Xiaoxun posted three emojis in a row.

One Fuwa is spinning around, another is setting off fireworks, and yet another is holding up a sign that reads "Go China!"

Lin Bei smiled slightly and replied, "Have you eaten?"

"I'm watching the game now."

Then, he put the phone back on the table.

The drinking session lasted until late into the night.

The customers at the night market gradually dispersed.

The shop assistants started clearing the tables.

Song Qingning leaned back in her chair and yawned, a few tears welling up in her eyes: "Tonight is the happiest night of my life."

"The Olympics have started, there's unlimited kebabs, all-you-can-drink beer, and I even beat Lin Bei three times... no, three and a half times."

Lin Bei was speechless and immediately corrected her, "It was clearly three rounds. You lost the fourth one. Don't choose to selectively forget!"

Song Qingning waved her hand: "The fourth round was an accident, it won't affect the overall situation."

At this moment, Su Qianqian took out her phone from her bag and glanced at the time.

"I should go back now."

Lin Bei nodded: "Then let's go too."

Song Qingning picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair, put it on her shoulders, and stood up to stretch.

"There are still more than two weeks before university starts, so we should have more gatherings like this in the future."

Lin Bei immediately waved to the shop owner: "Boss, the bill!"

The owner walked to the table, glanced at the bill, and smiled, "Someone has already paid for your table."

"Who got married?" Lin Bei was taken aback.

The shopkeeper pulled his apron up a bit and said, "It's a young man wearing a baseball cap, about your height."

"When he left, he left a few hundred dollars at the cashier, saying that the bill for this table would be on him, with refunds or additional payments as needed."

Lin Bei then realized who it was.

It must be Wang Yu, who came here just now.

Last time I climbed over the wall from the foot massage parlor, he said he'd treat me to dinner another day.

This time, they simply called out and settled the bill.

"Your friend?" Su Qianqian asked.

"Yeah, we met outside last time." Lin Bei put his wallet back in his pocket.

Song Qingning, standing nearby, threw the last skewer into the trash can and added, turning back, "..."

"Which outsider is so generous, settling for a few hundred dollars so easily?"

"Was it that boy from earlier?"

"Yes, it's him," Lin Bei nodded and said.

Song Qingning asked curiously, "Where is that fun place he mentioned? You haven't told us yet!"

Lin Bei immediately changed the subject: "Let's go, it's time to go back. Weren't you yawning just now because you were sleepy?"

"If you don't go back now, your dark circles will be down to your chin when you wake up tomorrow."

Song Qingning was struck by those words and subconsciously touched the area under her eyes.

Immediately shifting their attention from the "fun place" to the "dark circles under the eyes," they urged her to leave quickly.

Su Qianqian's driver was already waiting at the street corner. After she got into the car, she said goodbye to the two of them.

After saying goodbye to Su Qianqian, Song Qingning and Su Qianqian stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi.

Under the streetlights, Song Qingning wore a coat and crossed her arms.

A night breeze blew by, making the ends of her hair flutter.

She suddenly turned to look at Lin Bei: "I have a serious question for you."

"What?" Lin Bei turned his head to look at her.

Song Qingning hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "You just said that we should watch every Olympics together from now on. Does that count as a promise?"

Lin Bei glanced at Song Qingning, then at his shadow under the streetlight, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Calculate."