Super Zoo-Chapter 632 - 625 Heaven’s Tang Seng Meat, Earth’s Zhu Bajie

The commotion in Dorm Room 303 had made the atmosphere upstairs a bit awkward. Even those who were usually thick-skinned felt embarrassed to continue 'expressing their feelings' into the microphone. With a cautionary example right before their eyes, no one wanted to risk upsetting someone else's fragile heart and turning the reunion into a session of grievances and squabbling...

"It's getting late, I have the early shift tomorrow, I'll head out first."

"I'll go with you, I drove here and can give you a ride..."

"Not bad, kid, you bought a car just a year after graduating. What kind of car is it?"

"Nothing fancy, a Buick Regal. Who else is leaving? I can give you a lift too..."

In the end, they couldn't resist. Those who had bought cars after just graduating finally found a small chance to show off their car keys at the last moment, and a group of them left first.

Once the first person had taken their leave, the second wasn't far behind. Soon half of the people in the private room had left. Wang Hao's table now only had a few of their own group left. Mr. Wang had been drinking a lot and hadn't eaten much, and now there was his chance—a table full of dishes still six or seven tenths full. He stood by the table with a pair of chopsticks, tasting each dish in turn and calling Peng Xue and Nangong Yan to try them, praising how good this and that were...

While eating, Wang Hao suddenly remembered something. He grabbed a classmate who was about to leave and asked with a serious face, "Wait, who's going to pay the bill?!"

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Sun Jiading from Dorm Room 304 had just finished saying goodbye to everyone when Wang Hao stopped him with a question. He was taken aback for a second and then burst out laughing, slapping his forehead and saying, "Damn, the ruckus Lin Mu caused really confused everyone. Man, the squad leader organized this, we agreed on going Dutch..."

"Ah, these bastards!" Wang Hao had also drunk quite a bit, and in front of the remaining classmates he cursed, his eyes wide and round.

Peng Xue stood up and pulled at Wang Hao, ready to say they would settle the bill since it wasn't a big deal for Wang Hao anyway. Nangong Yan tugged at her sleeve and shook her head, so Peng Xue didn't say a word.

The ten or so people who were left were amused by Wang Hao's outburst. Once they divided the cost of the meal, it would come to at most two to three hundred yuan each—a sum no one cared about. Of course, this didn't rule out the possibility that among those who had left earlier, a couple were notoriously stingy, deliberately slipping away, but most were genuinely confused by Lin Mu's antics.

"Alright, alright, let's just pool the money from those of us left. You go ask the squad leader how much we owe," Luo Sha said with a laugh, shaking her head.

Before Wang Hao could go and ask, several phones rang in the room. Taking them out, they saw that some of the people who had left had sent messages in the group chat, "Oh no, I forgot to pay. How much is it? I'll send a red packet to the squad leader..."

The reason it's called a class reunion, and not a networking event or a social club, lies in the fact that everyone who comes is an equal – mere classmates—no one is lacking for money, and anyone could afford to treat the others to a meal. Whatever the amount was, if someone wanted to treat, even if well-intentioned, it could still capsize the boat of friendship.

Once inequality, even well-meaning inequality, appears in a class reunion, the vitality of such gatherings comes to an end.

After most had left, Wang Hao took Lin Mu to the restroom to vomit and wash his face, to sober up a bit. Luo Sha and He Yanyan accompanied Yang Tao to settle the check. The total for the three tables, including drinks, was 3200 yuan. By chance, they saw Suming, who was sitting nearby on a sofa smoking. As there was business between them, the owner of He Yan Tower came up for a friendly chat. When about to leave, he told the reception to give Mr. Su's private room a 20% discount. Suming saw no need for formalities and thanked him with a wave.

Yang Tao took a photo of the printed bill and sent it to the group chat, and soon a bunch of red packets arrived.

After waiting a while, Lin Mu came out of the restroom, his head and face dripping wet, his chest soaked through, his shirt clinging tightly to his torso, revealing the outlines of his muscular pectorals and abs beneath.

Wang Hao walked behind with his hands behind his back, his belly protruding, swaying like a giant panda.

"He didn't hit you, did he?" Suming stood up and went over to examine Lin Mu up and down, glaring at Wang Hao.

"No, how could that be?" Wang Hao spread his hands innocently and said, "I just helped him rinse off his head with a hose…"

Having been forcefully washed, Lin Mu was mostly sobered up. Seeing Suming, Yang Tao, and the girls, his face turned red as a baboon's butt. Hanging his head low, he mumbled, "Su, I got drunk again, didn't I..."

The girls were also left in a mix of tears and laughter at his antics. What kind of person was this? He had acted completely out of it just moments ago, and now here he was, playing the apologetic good boy? This guy had acting in his bones, a born Oscar lead actor.

"Why do you say 'again'..." Suming said leisurely.

Lin Mu, blushing furiously, a tall figure, twisted his legs and inserted his hands in front of him, like a wife who had been wronged.

Luo Sha just couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing so hard that spit flew out, Nangong Yan and the others shook their heads and joined in, even He Yanyan's lips curled up into a smile. As for that little blockhead, he was just too immature to be a boyfriend, but as just a friend, he was quite endearing.

The initial reason He Yanyan was willing to interact with Lin Mu was partly because Lin Mu's looks were indeed outstanding. Back in college, with his eight pack and swimmer's body, he dominated the basketball court; another important reason was, upon first meeting, Lin Mu truly ignited the maternal instincts that women are born with. But after a few encounters, she realized this 'childlike innocence' was really just immaturity.

"Alright, that's enough. You go back and sleep. Tomorrow's the weekend, let's get together, just us guys, without the family members?" Yang Tao said the first part to Lin Mu, considering there were too many women around and it wasn't a good time for certain conversations, leaving Lin Mu some face. The latter part was asking Wang Hao and Suming.

Before Wang Hao and Suming could speak, Lin Mu said first: "I'm fine now. Mr. Wang stuffed me with water and cleared my head quite a bit. Tomorrow the school has a summer camp, so I won't have time."

"How about we find a nice food stall to grab a bite to eat?" Yang Tao laughed. "I'm genuinely not full yet."

"I barely even ate a thing!" Wang Hao said, clutching his stomach pitifully.

"How about you guys?" Suming asked the ladies, primarily addressing Luo Sha and He Yanyan while glancing at Nangong Yan.

Nangong Yan got the hint and followed up: "You guys go eat. Yanyan has a flight back tomorrow afternoon. She's staying in a hotel tonight, so we don't have much to do anyway. Us women can go shopping."

He Yanyan and Luo Sha picked up that the few people from room 303 wanted to have a 'whisper', and it wasn't appropriate for them to be there, so they nodded.

The group made their way to the parking lot. Luo Sha drove off with her Toyota Reiz, taking He Yanyan with her, Peng Xue drove Wang Hao's Audi with Nangong, and the remaining four guys from room 303 crammed into Suming's Wrangler.

"Suming is always like that, even has to be different when buying a car," He Yanyan commented with a laugh when she saw Suming's boxy Wrangler, which looked as massive as a super-sized brick.

"Those who flaunt their wealth are the ones without money, those who flaunt true love are the ones who are single, those who talk high-mindedly about world affairs are the common folk. The real rich man is him, acting all low-key," Luo Sha said while reversing her car.

"Wranglers aren't considered anything fancy, right?" He Yanyan had seen the world— a vehicle worth four to five hundred thousand was at best entry-level luxury, and couldn't really be classified as a luxury car.

"That's what I'm saying, Suming keeps it low-key. After a meal with him, you probably still don't know he owns a private jet, right?"

"What?!" He Yanyan was astounded.

"He's also a big shot in the movie industry; boosting a budding star seems like a game to him. Last time I went there for business, guess who I saw? AB! My goodness, Wang Jin was squatting with him at the film site, munching on watermelon surrounded by a bunch of young female demons... their gazes almost devoured him... If I were you, I'd take a step back and set my sights on Yang Tao," Luo Sha said while making sure the Audi was still behind in the rearview mirror.

"Yang Tao? Why bring him up out of the blue?" He Yanyan asked, puzzled.

"Don't even think about Suming; he's out of your league. Among the guys from room 303, apart from that immature big boy Lin Mu, only Yang Tao is still single. Didn't you see the kind of relationship Suming has with them? Mr. Wang followed him for less than a year and gained both fame and wealth. If not for Suming stealing his thunder, Wang Hao would undoubtedly be the most dazzling one in our class. If you get together with Yang Tao, Suming will surely give Yang Tao a hand, which would set you up for a wealthy life. Besides having a good relationship with Yang Tao, I can see that Suming has a good impression of you. Right now he's not single, so he can't offer you anything directly, but if you were with Yang Tao, he would definitely help you both. Plus, Yang Tao is actually a decent guy, stable, considerate, mature, gentle, and he has a big nose..."

"A big nose?" He Yanyan was taken aback. The conversation abruptly shifted from personality to appearance, and specifically to the nose, a bit too quickly.

"With a man, a big nose means he's impressive in 'certain aspects'. Look at Jackie Chan's bulbous nose; back in the day, how many female stars did he play around with. Edison Chen also has a big nose," Luo Sha said without any filter.

"Enough already! Jackie Chan's popularity is because of his money and status," He Yanyan shot back, glancing at Luo Sha. "You're single too, right? With all the praise you're heaping on Yang Tao, you don't have any designs on him, do you?"

"Why can't I have designs? Even without considering Suming's connections, Yang Tao is more than qualified to be a boyfriend. I'm no spring chicken anymore; I should start thinking about my own future," Luo Sha replied.

"Then go for it, Yang Tao isn't my type," He Yanyan said.

Coming to a red light, Luo Sha hit the brakes, turned to look at He Yanyan, and said, "Little sister, I'm serious. If you don't want him, I'll really go after him, but let's be clear—if you're interested, I absolutely won't make a move. Since you're not interested, if I end up snatching him away, you better not pull a Lin Mu on me."

"I knew you were full of tricks. Fine, take him; you old vixen, go get your piece of Tang Seng's meat. No one will fight you for it," He Yanyan responded.

"Ah, what can I do? Even if a demon cultivation doesn't feed on Tang Seng's meat, they will eventually face their demise. We're all old demons now," Luo Sha sighed. "But honestly, speaking of Yang Tao, he's at most Zhu Bajie's meat. The real Tang Seng meat and Suming's meat were long gobbled up by those two sisters behind us."