Chapter 1

Today is the day of Liu Hao's ten-year reunion with his college classmates. Originally, according to the plan, he was supposed to meet everyone at the old school's soccer field. However, the train was delayed, and he didn't arrive in the capital city until after five in the afternoon, naturally missing the soccer match.

"Damn, what bad luck! I should have had a drink before boarding!" He was still fuming, having spent an extra twenty hours on the train for nothing.

The situation was like this: he was about to board the plane, but his feet started acting up, trembling and kicking uncontrollably, almost breaking the boarding stairs. The airport security refused to let him board, and his name was added to the blacklist.

He had originally planned to come a day early to hang out with his buddies, but in the end, he had to take the train, which gave him more freedom but also more trouble.

The issue with his feet started more than two months ago. The first time he noticed his feet were not under his brain's control, often kicking uncontrollably, was during a meeting of the transportation department.

At that time, the leader was speaking, and the subordinates were listening intently. Suddenly, his feet started kicking uncontrollably!

Once he started kicking, it was like a domino effect. It was as if a person with epilepsy couldn't control their mouth, or a cramping soccer player couldn't control their legs, or a tyrant forcing an arrow to be shot... He couldn't control it at all!

The kicking sound wouldn't stop, and he was powerless to do anything. Facing the leader's angry gaze, he had no choice but to roll on the ground and pretend to be crazy...

After being discharged from the hospital, his unit immediately gave him a leave, but strangely, the problem didn't occur for several days.

He thought it was over and was happy to celebrate with his wife in bed, but halfway through, the problem flared up again.

If it was a piston-like movement, it would have been fine, but he liked to play the helicopter role, with him on the bottom. As a result, he kicked his wife off the bed, followed by endless kicking...

At first, he thought he had arthritis and went to see a traditional Chinese doctor, but the doctor shook his head. Not giving up, he went to a Western doctor, but the diagnosis showed no abnormalities.

Could it be that his brain was broken?

He was confused. What was going on?

As time passed, the problem with his feet worsened, and the frequency increased to once an hour. Returning to work was out of the question, and even at night, he had to tie his feet to the bed with ropes. If he wanted to have some fun, he had to tie his thighs with thicker ropes...

He was truly desperate...

Strangely, one day, he drank a lot of red wine during the day to drown his sorrows, and his body showed no abnormalities; instead, he felt very energetic.

Logically, after drinking so much, he should have been exhausted, but he felt full of energy.

It happened that a friend organized a soccer match that day and invited him to play.

During the match, he was responsible for taking corner kicks, and an unexpected incident occurred.

His uncontrollable feet kicked the soccer ball directly into the goal...

What made him even more terrified was that during the second corner kick, the ball went into the goal again!

Scoring two goals from corner kicks in one match is already a significant achievement, but two consecutive corner kicks? That's nothing short of a miracle.

Given Liu Hao's amateur-level skills, it was impossible!

According to his colleagues, it was because he was drunk and just got lucky, similar to how a woman might get pregnant by chance.

His colleague's casual joke gave Liu Hao an idea.

Maybe it was because of the wine!

Before the match, he had drunk two bottles of red wine.

The red wine was given to him by a truck driver who was transporting it when he was on duty.

Thinking about the four boxes of "suspicious origin" red wine, he found it increasingly strange and suspicious.

First, the text on the packaging couldn't be found online. Could it be from heaven?

Second, the taste of the red wine was very different from other red wines, more like grape sugar?

Third, no matter how much he drank, he didn't get drunk. Despite the strong smell of alcohol, he felt increasingly clear-headed.

Fourth, why did his feet stop kicking after drinking the wine?

Fifth, why did his performance in bed... and on the soccer field...

Yes, he attributed this bizarre situation to the red wine.

After that, whenever his feet were uncontrollable, he would drink a small glass of red wine, and his feet would behave. It was like the advertisement: "Good teeth, good appetite, strong body, everything tastes good..."

What excited him the most was that he could finally excel in his favorite sport, soccer. The feeling of hitting the target every time brought him back the joy he had long missed, like a man regaining his virility in front of a woman.

But a new problem arose: drinking red wine made his feet behave, but if he didn't drink every hour, his feet would kick even more uncontrollably...

The foot addiction was cured, but the wine addiction started.

But he would rather have a body full of alcohol than a body full of foot odor!

So, he turned the four boxes of red wine into ten barrels by adding new grapes and wine, making it easier to drink as medicine. Since the doctors couldn't provide a treatment, he had to make do, even though the medicine would eventually run out...

"Ah, intermittent Parkinson's," he muttered, taking a few gulps of wine, then squinted and carefully examined the bottle of his specially made medicinal wine, feeling lost and helpless.

"Damn, how much will I have to drink on this trip! This is my lifeline," he shook his head, exhaled a strong smell of alcohol, and looked at his watch. It was almost six...

When he arrived at "Big Apple," the dinner was already halfway through, and everyone's faces were flushed, clearly having had a lot to drink.

Embarrassingly, when he entered the private room, no one recognized him.

"Waiter, bring us two more bottles of Erguotou!" A handsome man sitting with his back to the window shouted, his red eyes fixed on Liu Hao.

Liu Hao was slightly taken aback. Isn't this the leader, Wang Jing? He mistook me for a waiter. Am I really that public servant-like today? I look like I'm here to serve the people!

Not recognizing his own brother hurt him deeply.

"Oh! Isn't that Haozi!"

Thankfully, Cai Jin's sharp eyes recognized Liu Hao, warming his heart.

Everyone's eyes narrowed and looked at Liu Hao.

"This is Haozi?" Leader Wang Jing staggered to his feet, leaning forward, clearly not believing it.

"Haozi?" He looked around, seeking everyone's opinion, then lowered his head, his golden curly hair drooping, just like the rock singer from ten years ago, still so flamboyant.

Then...

"Ha ha ha, Haozi, you've finally grown into a pig-like man, ha ha ha..."

Wang Jing's confirmation made the atmosphere lively.

Damn! Even so, compared to this guy, I'm still the cool guy from back then!

"Haozi! You're late, so you have to drink a penalty!" The obese Cai Jin, who looked like a ball, excitedly raised a half-bottle of Erguotou, which caught Liu Hao's eye.

Although they were still a few meters apart, Liu Hao could already feel a strong sour taste rising from his stomach.

If it were his homemade red wine, he could drink a lot without getting drunk, but Erguotou? No way!

Although drinking with leaders was a regular part of his life, drinking was always a thorn in his side. He would always get drunk, and the leaders didn't like it.

He was recently criticized by his leader for not being able to drink and coming to work with a hangover the next day!

Sigh, it's all the red wine's fault...

Of course, the thorn in his heart, the instigator, was this bastard Cai Jin, who had been tormenting him since college, causing him to develop a heart condition.

The fat on his face trembled, and sweat trickled down his forehead as he turned his body involuntarily.

"You guys, you've got the wrong person... I'll go get the wine for you..."

Half an hour later, Liu Hao was in a tragic state...

"Look, his tongue is curled, this kid is drunk again, just like before, ha ha! Can't handle it!" Cai Jin, in a state of euphoria, threw Liu Hao onto the sofa. By then, they had moved to a KTV, and Liu Hao was already quite drunk.

"My goodness, I didn't expect him to be so fat after ten years. Back then, I could throw him ten meters with one hand..."

"Even if he's fat... he's... still not as fat as you, the black mountain demon, who should have been... been killed long ago!" Although Liu Hao was very confused, he still heard clearly and didn't want to lose face.

When it came to being fat, Cai Jin was already famous for it in college, while Liu Hao was always the handsome one, a frequent target of Cai Jin's ridicule. He never thought he would end up like a fat guy, and Cai Jin wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

"I... I'm telling you, my alcohol tolerance has doubled! Don't... don't believe it? Let's... let's have a drinking contest!"

Liu Hao opened his eyes slightly, and a few blurry figures came into view. These were his best friends, and he felt more relaxed talking to them.

If it were a normal day, even if he wasn't drunk, he would find an excuse to pretend to be drunk, but today, after seeing these guys, he drank more than usual and was more enthusiastic about drinking.

After saying "drinking contest," he was surprised himself, but it was too late to regret it.

"Alright, ten years ago, I carried you back, and ten years later, I'll still carry you back!" Cai Jin, hearing the words "drinking contest," became excited like he had been injected with adrenaline, clearly not satisfied with just drinking.

No wonder he's a drunk... Even the leader, Wang Jing, secretly took a few steps back, distancing himself from this "killer." Although he was the leader, when it came to drinking, he genuinely didn't dare to compete with this drunk.

I'll just sing and relive my youth... He hugged Jiang Su, who looked like a literary youth, and they sat on one side.

Liu Hao, lying on the sofa, stared at the can of beer on the table, feeling a sense of fear.

Erguotou turned into a can of beer, which meant another round?

He struggled to get up, drank a bottle of water, and finally caught his breath.

"I meant a penalty kick contest... Who said anything about a drinking contest? That's not very skillful."

"Penalty kick? Ha!" Cai Jin, who was already holding a can of beer, couldn't help but laugh.

A drinking contest might be a fair fight, but a soccer match, especially a penalty kick contest? That would be torture!

"Drunk, huh? How many times did I make you pick up the ball from the goal? Enough to last you a lifetime..."

Liu Hao was speechless, feeling the pain again. Although he had a good physique back then, he couldn't compare to Cai Jin in soccer. There was a famous fat soccer player named Elton, and Liu Hao always thought Cai Jin's speed was on par with the Brazilian forward, a ball of lightning...

And Liu Hao? Just a filler on the field.

Ha, Liu Hao sneered, "I have a special move now, a penalty kick move. Even if Beckham, Ronaldo, or Juninho were here, I wouldn't be afraid! I can kick like it's nothing, and if I could play professional soccer, I could definitely win a championship for the team."

"Ha, you're just drunk, bragging. You're planning to play a video game penalty kick, right? You're not even good at that. If you can score a goal in professional soccer, I'll give you a Q5..."

Cai Jin sneered, treating it as a joke.

"Ah ha! You said it, I'm getting that Q5, and you better not go back on your word!" Liu Hao immediately perked up, as if he had changed, but he quickly deflated.

"Alas... Unfortunately, I don't have the qualifications to play in a professional league, my Q5..."

A long sigh, as if he had been a professional player and a legendary star, now frustrated by not being able to play.

"Alright, don't act like you're so great. I'll get you into a professional match, and I want to see if you can really score a goal!"

Liu Hao didn't expect Cai Jin to take it seriously...

"But if you can't score, hehe..." Cai Jin's face twisted into a wicked smile, licking his lips, "you'll take me to Wenfeng Road for a week..."

Wenfeng Road... Hearing the familiar street name, Liu Hao's heart skipped a beat. He knew Cai Jin had been eyeing this famous street since college, and he had never agreed to take him there. He didn't expect that after ten years, this guy was still thinking about it.

Fat guys are often lecherous, willing to bet a Q5 to go to Wenfeng Road...

Liu Hao looked at his own belly, wondering why he didn't have that kind of potential.

"Alright... I really want to play in a professional match, just one, and I'll be satisfied..."

"Sure, if you can score a goal, I'll get you a Q5..."

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