Trillionaire's Slice of Life

A girl with a gentle aura was proactively toasting to him when the melodic English song playing in the bar came to an end. It was followed by a carefree, childlike ballad that echoed in his ears.

...

This morning, there was a downpour

The flowers scatter to the ground with a splash

Aiya, what does it matter

We're happily together

...!

This was an old song from over a decade ago, sung by a group of lively children and a singer who wasn't very well-known. Chu Mo remembered he had listened to this song in middle school, and at the time, it had been on his playlist on repeat.

The familiar song made Chu Mo zone out once again. Across from him, a gentle girl named Xu Wanying was still holding up her glass towards him. Next to her, Zhou Ruyi, the initiator of the gathering, quickly voiced a rescue for her friend:

"Chu Mo, Wanying rarely drinks, and for her to proactively toast like this is even rarer, Chu Mo, you should cherish this opportunity!"

Hearing this, Chu Mo snapped out of his daydream. He turned to look at the gentle girl across from him toasting to him. He picked up the glass and casually took a sip of the white liquor.

Chu Mo's indifferent demeanor slightly widened Xu Wanying's eyes. Normally, most guys would be so excited to approach their group of beauties that they'd be at a loss for words, and to have Xu Wanying proactively toast to them would often fluster them completely, even to the point of panic. At the least, they would feel highly honored.

The young man in front of her, however, was not only indifferent in attitude but also acted as if she wasn't important at all, which made Xu Wanying, who had been the center of attention since her childhood, somewhat curious.

Chu Mo's gaze only briefly scanned Xu Wanying, whose beauty could be rated around ninety-seven points, a level that would be considered goddess-like by ordinary people—absolutely an object of adulation. But for Chu Mo, who was surrounded by beauties, a girl of this level was pleasing to the eyes at best, certainly not goddess material.

Forget about the world's number one goddess, Amy Belle, with her perfect score of one hundred, or Ding Qian, the big star with a ninety-nine score, even an ordinary maid by his side had a beauty score of ninety-nine. Thus, he naturally didn't care about the girl in front of him.

What caught Chu Mo's attention instead was a girl named Pei Er, with a ponytail, standing beside him.

It wasn't that her beauty surpassed the others—in fact, she was slightly less attractive than Zhou Ruyi and Xu Wanying—but Chu Mo noticed that since he sat down, she had been consistently gazing at Lei Ting behind him.

Chu Mo suddenly recalled some cautionary words from a few young men previously; one long-haired guy had said that these girls were regulars in the bar and quite hands-on, having chased away many a scoundrel.

Judging by this, among the three girls in front of him, this Pei Er must be the so-called expert.

Of course, 'expert' was a term relative to ordinary people. In the eyes of top martial artists, she would at best be third-rate, far from a real master, not to mention a Great Grandmaster.

Pei Er soon noticed Chu Mo's gaze. Turning her cold eyes towards him, her expression still icy, Chu Mo simply curled his lips into a slight smile. Subconsciously, he picked up the glass in front of him, and the sharp smell of alcohol hit his nose, reminding him that the glass was full of high-proof liquor.

Such drinks were not to his taste, so he put the glass down and then closed his eyes to meditate.

...

Sparrows on the tree stick together every day

Chirping and chattering, singing nonstop

Aiya, what does it matter

They're happily together

...

The lively ballad still echoed in his ears.

He quite liked this bar; if the hall had been filled with loud and piercing music, he might have got up and left by now. But the songs playing were suitable for peaceful listening.

"You're Chu Mo, right? Let me introduce myself, my name is Wang Kuan, and I'm a university classmate of Ruyi's. We were in the same class, both class officers, and we even joined the student council together! Here's to you."

A young man's clear voice reached his ears. Chu Mo opened his eyes and saw a clean-cut young man with a crew cut and scholarly appearance raising his glass to him.

This young man seemed sunny and handsome, probably the type that many schoolgirls would have a crush on. He gestured to Chu Mo and, without giving Chu Mo a chance to respond, tilted his head back and downed half a glass of white liquor. Afterward, he flipped his glass towards Chu Mo.

Wang Kuan, the sunny young man, clearly had feelings for Zhou Ruyi. He said quite a bit, mapping out their relationship, to tell Chu Mo that he and Zhou Ruyi were a perfect match, implying that Chu Mo shouldn't bother.

However, Chu Mo casually assessed the man's attire. With a year's worth of exposure, Chu Mo had gained a basic understanding of luxury brands. Glancing at the young man's combination of shirt and jeans, as well as the non-luxury-brand watch on his wrist that wouldn't exceed a thousand yuan, he surmised that this man came from a very average family.