Ten minutes passed, and Anqi finally couldn't quite... manage to finish the drink, as the Master's instruction included two bottles of beer, slightly reducing her **capacity.

Coach Wang was known for his stamina to begin with, and with the added influence of alcohol, Anqi would have to put up quite a fight to even manage a proper meal! The young girl slipped back into the karaoke room first, while Wang Zhuo took a casual walk by himself, only returning composedly after his over-excited body had relaxed.

The atmosphere in the room was lively. Wang Zhuo surveyed the scene and spotted Anqi sipping drinks at the bar table, which couldn't help but draw a wry smile from him.

His student's sister, the victor of today's competition, clearly had something on her mind; though she appeared cheerful, she was likely drowning her sorrows in alcohol! As he approached, Siyuan playfully winked at Coach Wang, clearly teasing him about his and Anqi's long absence.

Wang Zhuo chuckled heartily and gave her cute bottom a playful swat; the bounce and quiver of the impact felt wonderful. Tilting his head back to down a gulp of beer, a thought suddenly struck Wang Zhuo: Anqi's touch must be even better than Siyuan's!

Anqi sat at the bar table, her back to the main hall, Feng Yang. Since the room was surrounded by screens, she could see the MV footage and subtitles perfectly well.

This made it seem as though she wasn't drinking alone, but was fully immersed in the joyful mood too. Viewed from behind, her back was slightly broader, but the lines were still exquisitely soft.

Her spine was straight and perfectly upright, and her waist was just the right measurement—not something that could be described with words like "wasp waist," "mighty waist," or "water snake waist," but possessing a unique charm all its own. A slightly inexact term flashed through Wang Zhuo's mind: "Cat-like posture." In the dialect of some regions, maoyao means to bend over, a verb, but if those two characters were used as an adjective, wouldn't Anqi resemble a graceful and lithe great cat?

Cats have been domesticated by humans for three thousand five hundred years but, unlike dogs, have not been completely tamed; they still retain many untamable natural instincts. Yet, it is precisely because they hold onto these traits that they are so cherished by people.

This was not the time to ponder such things. Wang Zhuo reined in his wayward thoughts, rounded the other end of the bar table, and sat down opposite Anqi.

With a slight smile, he casually opened the conversation: "Why don't you go sing a couple of songs?" Anqi's eyes flickered a few times, and she smiled, saying, "My throat isn't feeling great." His X-ray vision swept over her throat, and Wang Zhuo knew she was simply making an excuse; her throat could serve as a model of health, so how could it possibly feel unwell? Glancing at her state, Wang Zhuo asked, "How much have you had?" "Just a few bottles of beer," Anqi casually spread her hands.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you singing with them?" "You know very well I'm terrible at singing," Wang Zhuo said with a forced laugh.

"My range is naturally inadequate; I can't hit the high notes, and my low notes lack depth. I can't help it." "So what?

You aren't tone-deaf," Anqi burst out laughing. "Are you expecting God to favor only you, ensuring you're perfect in every single aspect?" "I'm already quite content," Wang Zhuo grinned, then asked, "You seem distracted and preoccupied today; is something bothering you?" Anqi paused slightly, then gave an embarrassed little laugh.

"I thought I was hiding it well; you noticed that too?" Just then, Siyuan's bright face leaned in from the side. "What are you two talking about?

Include me!" Wang Zhuo glanced at her. "We're discussing the food shortages facing African refugees.

Are you interested?" "Oh, never mind then." Siyuan made a face, winked at Wang Zhuo, and went to order a song elsewhere. That little rascal!

Wang Zhuo thought, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry. He sits here chatting with Anqi, Anqi's sister, and she immediately gets some ambiguous idea—she's utterly mischievous!

"Too many eyes and ears here," he muttered with a wry smile, asking Anqi, "Shall we talk outside?" "...Fine," Anqi hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Seeing Coach Wang just brought Anqi back and then "abducted" Anqi's sister out, Siyuan grinned like a little fox, her eyes darting around as she walked towards Anqi.

Setting aside their conversation for the moment, after Wang Zhuo and Anqi left the room, this time they didn't seek out a private place hidden from outsiders, but went to the bar on the Xiangyun ship instead. The karaoke music had been replaced by melodious light music, and their bodies and minds immediately felt lighter.

While karaoke was exciting, it was too noisy after all. "Are your friends enjoying themselves?" Wang Zhuo asked.

Anqi nodded. "They love your aircraft; they all hope they'll have a chance to come again." Wang Zhuo shrugged and smiled.

"As long as Anqi invites them, they're always welcome." "You really spoil her," Anqi looked at him, her words carrying a hidden meaning. "A master as good as you is hard to find even with a lantern." Wang Zhuo also replied with implication: "A master is also very happy to have such a fine apprentice." Anqi's face, already flushed from the alcohol, took on an additional layer of crimson after hearing Wang Zhuo utter such an ambiguous sentence.

She gave him a slight, reproachful look. Wang Zhuo chuckled and asked, "Your sister won the match; you should be happy, right?

Why do you look so troubled?" "I should be happy," Anqi pulled her thoughts back, saying with a touch of melancholy, "But I can only be happy for her, don't you think?" What did that mean? Wang Zhuo pondered, not quite grasping it.

Seeing he hadn't understood, Anqi simply explained, "She's my full sister, same father, different mother. She's achieved success in her career, and I helped her.

Objectively, I should be happy. But this little success is trivial to her, just one of her pastimes.

Whereas I treat it as my career. So, what do you think my feeling should be?" "Uh..." Wang Zhuo understood.

Anqi's status meant that for her, playing pool was merely an activity to add color to her life—in short, she was just "playing around." But Anqi had always been a dedicated green leaf beside her sister, helping her advance in every possible way. When she saw her sister treating her achievements merely as a tool to please Wang Zhuo, the disparity in her feelings was inevitable!

This meant that Anqi, without realizing it, already owed her sister a great deal. To put it severely, she had betrayed Anqi's selfless care!

Scratching his head, Wang Zhuo gave a sheepish smile and said, "If you hadn't said anything, I really hadn't considered that aspect. It seems Anqi and I have been too selfish." "I don't blame you; I'm just being foolish," Anqi sighed bitterly, saying softly, "I never thought deeply about this before, but today, after Anqi took such a big step, I suddenly realized I've lost my spiritual anchor." "You shouldn't feel that way," Wang Zhuo said, watching her with genuine emotion.

"You have your own life. Being down is only temporary; you'll find a new goal to strive for soon enough." "That's what they say," Anqi agreed, tilting her head slightly, turning the wine glass in her hand, and downing the contents in one gulp.

Wang Zhuo let out a soft laugh; this was the first time he had heard Anqi say something so willful. This woman, outwardly tough but inwardly soft, occasionally displaying a touch of girlishness, was quite charming.

"You," Anqi put down her glass, pouring herself another while looking at Wang Zhuo, "Be good to my sister. She'll be with you for life." The unspoken boundary between them had finally been breached.

Wang Zhuo smiled calmly. "You haven't known me for just a day or two.

You know what kind of person I am, don't you?" This person is getting greedy... Anqi snorted in dissatisfaction.

"I only know you are a playboy, lecherous, and a bit perverse." "Stop right there," Wang Zhuo immediately corrected. "I admit to being a playboy and lecherous, but I won't admit to being perverse." "You're not perverse?" Anqi sneered, fueled by the alcohol.

"Would a non-pervert take those kinds of photos with a female celebrity? Would a non-pervert develop that set of perverse medicine that sells for a hundred thousand dollars?

And that friend of yours, Fei Long, he's quite the sensation now, a major international star. You two are always together; who knows who's black and who's white, but you're probably both shades of gray!" "Aren't you just twisting words?" Wang Zhuo said, torn between laughter and tears.

"Is it my freedom to take photos or not? Developing that medicine is because it makes money, and people need it!

And that fellow Fei Long, his private life is messy, but does that mean all his relatives, friends, and teachers must be bad people too?" "I don't care about your side issues," Anqi waved a hand and snorted. "Just don't let me see photos of my sister doing that with you online.

You might not care about losing face, but we still have reputations to uphold." Wang Zhuo shook his head repeatedly, unsure whether to laugh or cry. What was all this nonsense?

Had this woman had too much to drink? Seeing he wasn't responding, Anqi continued, clearly not satisfied.

"I really don't know what men think. That photo scandal back then was like that, and you're the same way.

Is bullying women that much fun? Just because you are men, can you shamelessly make women do those things for you?" "I say..." Wang Zhuo cleared his throat, saying with a half-smile, "Anqi, do you understand the concept of role reversal?

How do you know they were forced? How do you know they don't feel as much pleasure as men do?" "That requires role reversal?!" Anqi was instantly amused and angered, meeting Wang Zhuo's gaze squarely, and sneered, "Then tell me first, what is that thing men have been used for from childhood till now?

Don't tell me it's useless; just answer this one question!" "Huh?!" Wang Zhuo couldn't help but feel it was ridiculous. Wasn't this a straw man argument?

Sure, this thing drains water from childhood till now, but that didn't mean it was inherently dirty!