Xu Weiran: "They are all friends I’ve grown up with since childhood; they are basically family."
"Exactly, exactly, Weiran and I have been wearing the same pants since we were kids."
"That’s right, we know everything about this kid, so if there’s anything you want to know, just ask us."
"Yeah, we even know when this kid received his first love letter. Speaking of which, I was the one who collected that love letter for him."
"What’s that compared to me? I even know when this kid was first confessed to."
"You can’t beat me; I even know when this kid last wet the bed."
Watching the conversation get more and more outrageous, Ning An didn’t know what kind of expression would be appropriate.
Had they misunderstood something?
However, she was actually quite curious about what they were saying.
"Shut up!" Finally, Weiran, with a grim expression, said, "Enough already! Are you even listening to what you’re saying?"
But no one paid him any mind; they all just looked in Ning An’s direction: "Anyway, anything you want to know, just ask us and we’ll get it right."
Ning An: "How about you expand on what you just mentioned?"
"Sure! I remember the first time this kid received a love letter was in second grade. It was from the class president in the next class, and I helped pass it along. Back then, his name was even spelled out in Pinyin."
"This kid was first confessed to in kindergarten. All the little girls liked to play with him, lining up every day to bring him treats. One of them even pulled him to go find her parents, saying she wanted to marry him."
"This kid last wet his pants also in kindergarten..."
Fed up, Weiran, with a gloomy face, said: "The one who wet his pants in kindergarten was Zhou Yan. He wet his pants during a nap and stole my pants to wear."
So the story of wearing the same pants since childhood was true.
Gossip is the fastest way to close the gap in relationships; Ning An quickly managed to blend in with everyone.
Weiran’s friends were very talkative, bursting out a bunch of stories about his childhood.
Ning An enjoyed chatting with everyone so much that she got thirsty, and couldn’t help but grab a can of beer from the table. Just as she was about to open it, Weiran took it and said, "Girls shouldn’t drink beer when they’re out!" He then pressed the service bell, "Room 306, please bring a jug of juice over."
Ning An, looking at the beer taken from her, said, "I’m already of age!"
Weiran: "Even if you are of age, no!"
Ning An, still unconvinced, said, "I can taste a bit, right?"
Thinking the beer should be harmless, Weiran nodded tacitly.
"Hmm!" A sip of beer made her instinctively furrow her brows from the slight bitterness. However, on careful tasting, it did have a faint sweet undertone.
All in all, it wasn’t that great!
Ning An didn’t even need Weiran’s reminder to put it down.
Weiran, finding it a bit funny, intentionally asked, "Is it good?"
Ning An shook her head: "It has an indescribable taste, not really to my liking."
"Sister, try this, this one’s tasty!" Zhou Yan handed her a pre-mixed cocktail.
The pale pink color was very appealing.
Ning An took a sip; it was peach-flavored, rich in fruit aroma, and refreshing with plenty of bubbles fizzing on the tongue, far better than the beer in countless ways.