Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 275: Scoring After the Exam

Yun Yue’s exquisite eyebrows raised slightly, "Want to compete with in drinking?"

Yang Xing gave a sheepish smile, "Yeah, I heard from Wei Xuan that you have a great capacity for alcohol and wanted to see just how good you really are."

Zhang Ziyue pulled Yang Xing aside, "Yang Xing, don’t go too far, how can you compete in drinking with a girl?"

That’s just not gentlemanly.

Yun Yue’s lips curved up into a slight smile, "It’s okay, let’s do it."

People in the private room had already started to cheer and scream.

Wang Ning opened several bottles of beer in succession. Although the alcohol content of these beers wasn’t very high, drinking too much could still lead to intoxication.

"Sister Yue, if you can’t handle it, you don’t have to drink. We won’t laugh at you," Wang Ning said, sowhat concerned that she might force herself to keep up appearances.

Yang Xing’s drinking ability was considered the best among their group of brothers.

"We’ll see whether I can handle it or not," Yun Yue had already picked up a bottle and chugged it down in a few gulps.

Everyone present raised their eyebrows; she seed okay.

Yang Xing, not willing to be outdone, imdiately started drinking as well, with the crowd around them cheering him on.

After finishing the fifth bottle, Yang Xing was already sowhat dizzy, while Yun Yue didn’t show any sign of drunkenness.

"No more, no more, I give up. Sister Yue, your capacity for alcohol is just too much," Yang Xing conceded. If he continued drinking, he would indeed end up passing out here, and that would spoil the fun since the party had only just started and it would be a bore to simply sleep through it.

Yun Yue’s lips curled into a rare smile, and at the people from Class Seven, she raised her glass, "Thank you, everyone."

The crowd didn’t quite understand why Yun Yue was thanking them; after all, it should be them thanking her, and they felt sowhat embarrassed.

"How can it be? Our success today is all thanks to you, Sister Yue. If we should thank anyone, it should be you. Sister Yue, can I keep hugging your ’golden thigh’? I want to hug it for a lifeti," Yang Xing shalessly said.

Wang Ning silently cursed him for being shaless; it was clear that coming from a business family, he knew how to work an angle well.

"Yang Xing, what are you thinking?" Zhang Ziyue grabbed his ear, "You’re dreaming too much."

Thinking he could hug it for a lifeti, as if Yun Yue wasn’t going to get married!

Yun Yue cheerfully said, "I hope one day I can rely on you instead."

Yang Xing: "...I’ll work on it."

That would be harder than reaching the heavens unless he took over his dad’s company and found a position for her there.

Gu Yue sat quietly in the corner, his lips curled into a slight smile as he watched them.

He alone understood what Yun Yue’s words truly ant.

"By the way, Sister Yue, why wasn’t Shen Xuan part of Class A at the ti?" Rong Li asked curiously.

Sister Yue wasn’t the petty type; Zhao Min was able to get into Class A, so it couldn’t be possible that she still held a grudge against Shen Xuan.

"There was no need to waste an additional spot," Yun Yue sat on the sofa, her eyes dark and profound.

She was already on track to get into Jing University, and with her pride, she didn’t yearn for it.

The group started singing and laughing again, and Yun Yue stayed and played with them until late, not leaving until Lin Xiang ca to pick them up.

After the college entrance exam, all the students went wild, and the Class Seven gaming group never had a mont’s peace.

[@Sister Yue, let’s play gas!]

[I’m aiming to be the strongest Demon King.]

Every day upon waking up, Yun Yue was dragged into playing gas by them. Being unable to manage alone, she simply created a gaming group and pulled the YYD team in to lead them.

Class Seven looked at the group na—Star-picking Group—in confusion.

Yang Xing: [Sister Yue, why did you create another gaming group?]

Zhang Ziyue: [I know, is it to ward off Gu Yue?]

Gu Yue didn’t play gas and always found the Class Seven gaming group noisy.

Wearing her casual howear, Yun Yue replied nonchalantly to the ssages, [I couldn’t handle it alone, so I found a few people to lead you guys.]

[Hello everyone, I am YYD.Tianming]

[Hello everyone, I am YYD.Yixing]

...

Her building’s entrance was lined with rows of neatly arranged teams, dazzling their eyes.

[Holy shit! It’s Tianming, Yixing, Bi Luo, Lan Ying, Qing Que!]

[It’s the YYD team!]

[Sister Yue actually invited them, I feel like I’m dreaming, I’m going crazy!]

They didn’t doubt for a second that these were impostors, knowing Sister Yue was the Y god, the captain that YYD had the utmost faith in.

Huo Baoming: [The captain asked to take you guys to the top Demon King level, so...]

Yang Xing imdiately sent a ga link.

[Ming Shen, I’m all set.]

So, Class Seven’s crowd began to climb ranks as if they were using cheats.

It wasn’t just that. They thought so limited-edition, not-for-sale skins were pretty, so they casually ntioned it in the group, and the next day, each of their accounts received two of those skins.

Before, they were all envious of Lin Xuanze for having all the skins. Now, it seems like they weren’t that envious anymore.

The entire gaming community was discussing the recent surge of limited-edition, not-for-sale skins, where groups of four or five would show up all playing together in fives.

What’s more, there were one or two among them who were incredibly skilled, not at all like amateur players.

To level up quickly, the YYD team mbers each took turns leading them.

Yun Yue had just opened the ga when she received a friend request.

The avatar looked familiar, very much like Feng Ye’s.

[Kid, it’s , carry .]

After reading the remark of the friend request, there was no doubt it was him.

For so reason, Feng Ye had beco obsessed with this ga recently and had been so bad at it that he’d beco disheartened from all the losses.

Jiang Qi and Jiang Ying both found him too bad to play with, so they sweetly went off to duo queue.

Then he thought of the kid—since the kid had shown such a stellar performance that one ti for Master Chen, he could surely carry him. He wanted to level up quietly and then impress everyone.

Yun Yue accepted the friend request with an expressionless face. He imdiately sent her a team invitation and started voice chat.

"Hehe, kid, what’re you playing? I’ll support you," Feng Ye chuckled.

With this carry, he was bound to level up faster than Jiang Qi and Jiang Ying—every match with them was torture for his single self.

Yun Yue also turned on voice chat, "Wait a second, I’ll add three more people."

"Then hold on, I’ll call Master Chen," Feng Ye left to ssage Xiao Chen frantically on WeChat.

[Master Chen, wanna co play the ga?]

Xiao Chen’s brows furrowed slightly. As he was about to send a blunt refusal, another ssage ca through from the other side.

[I get it, you won’t join. Then I’ll just go play with the kid.]

Xiao Chen’s face imdiately darkened, as if he could smash his head through the screen.

Feng Ye also invited two more players. When he entered the ga, he noticed Xiao Chen had joined their team, and he snickered to himself.

"Everyone’s here, I’m starting the match."

Yun Yue was sucking on candy; Gu Yue had given her so much sugar, and she had secretly stored it away, sneaking so every ti Liu Lanfang wasn’t around.

"Master Chen, what are you playing?" Feng Ye was already pre-selecting heroes, trying to figure out which support was the easiest to mooch off.

Yun Yue chose jungle, "I’ll carry, you guys do as you like."

After Yun Yue made her pick, Feng Ye quickly chose a support, followed by Xiao Chen picking a marksman.

The remaining two: "..."

The jungling girl upstairs wasn’t sothing they could hope to rely on to carry them.

As for Feng Ye’s throwaway support pick, no need to ntion that, and as for Master Chen on the third floor... Feng Ye had said enough; his reputation was complicated.

The two of them were not promising either, a surefire team for losing ranks!

They could already envision the disastrous ga record.