Xie Qilu noticed Song Baojun's eyes and couldn't help but feel angry. She stabbed Song Baojun with her elbow as a warning.

"Tsk." Song Baojun curled his lips and looked at Xie Qilu's butt with disdain, and then continued to stare at the girl's plump butt.

The beauty of cheongsam brought Song Baojun and his group to a quiet corner by the window on the second floor, and Song Baojun and his group took their seats one after another.

The decoration tables and chairs around are all ancient style, and there are screens next to them to cover them. It looks a bit like the restaurants in ancient times, giving people a very elegant feeling.

Wang Qiang took the menu and ordered a few items, and then handed them to Song Baojun and others. However, not long after dinner, everyone didn't have much appetite, so they ordered some casually.

Soon, the waiter brought all the things everyone ordered. Song Baojun then realized that there were not many fruits and snacks, but he sent several bottles of wine.

Xie Qilu looked at the bottles of wine on the table and frowned slightly, and asked, "What are you doing for ordering so much wine? I didn't drink enough beer at my house just now, and now I plan to drink it in vain?"

"Hehe, you guessed it, what kind of wine can be considered by beer? If a man in our military academy doesn't know how to drink white wine, it will make people laugh." Wang Qiang nodded and honestly admitted Xie Qilu's words.

Li Qingshan next to him also echoed: "What is a man from a military academy? He can't drink white wine. Is that still a man with a handle? Brother Song, are you right?"

"You can't say that. Wanting to be a man is not as simple as drinking, but alcohol does enhance feelings." Song Baojun did not agree with the other party, but he also heard what the other party meant.

If you can’t drink white wine, you are not a man with a handle? This is obviously digging a hole and using provocation.

"No, men have to be able to drink white wine. Men who cannot drink white wine are all soft-boys. I think so anyway." Liu Wei refuted Song Baojun's words from the side.

Xie Qilu heard the meaning of everyone's words, and smiled evilly and echoed. "I also think that there is a difference between men not knowing how to drink and women. I don't like drinking. A Jun, aren't you sissy?"

Several people's eyes fell on Song Baojun's face. Song Baojun could only smile helplessly and shook his head and said, "Of course I am a man, but I am just drinking. It is definitely incomparable to you who often drink."

He knew his alcohol content very well, and he could barely make do with several bottles of beer. If you can only say that white wine is average, it would be impossible to drink a few taels of taels of wine.

"Hey, just drink as much as you like, but secondly, since you meet someone today, you are a friend, drink it happily, how about it? If you don't treat us as friends, then don't drink it." Wang Qiang said while unscrewing the bottle and pouring wine for Song Baojun.

He said this to this point, and it would be too unfair if anyone refused.

Song Baojun looked at the smiling faces of several people, and guessed that these guys must have wanted to get drunk and make him embarrassed. He simply said with the flow: "Okay, there is no problem with drinking. Since you want to drink, drink well, I suggest some interesting ways to play."

"Interesting gameplay? What gameplay? Or do you want to drink or?" Wang Qiang looked at Song Baojun and was a little curious.

These people who came from military academy are good at drinking, and they are all experts in drinking, so they are really not afraid of playing this.

"If we don't play with the wine, we are all cultured and qualities. This place is decorated in ancient style, just like drinking in an ancient restaurant. Since this is the case, we will learn from the elegance of the ancients and recite poems and write poems."

"Recite a poem and write a right?"

"Yes, it's like this. It's just a little rain outside. Let's recite the poem. The poem must contain the word rain. If anyone can't take it, he will punish himself for one cup." Song Baojun nodded and said.

The few people were stunned, and then Li Qingshan said with some dissatisfaction: "This is not fair to us. Brother Song, you are from the Chinese department, we are from the military academy. You obviously have an advantage."

They are all rough men in the military academy. Although the school also has training in this area, their cultural skills are ultimately incomparable to those from those from the Chinese department such as Song Baojun.

"Then I will pick you four by myself, how about it? But you are not allowed to check your phone or ask others for help, and Xie Qilu is not allowed to help. If you can't afford to lose, then it's no match." Song Baojun said proudly, with a look of contempt.

He was so excited that four people could not refuse? He didn't dare to compare with each other? Where did they put their face when they were rumored?

The four of them looked at each other, slapped the table and agreed. Song Baojun laughed and stretched out his thumbs to the four of them and praised: "Happy, since that's the case, you come first, I'll continue."

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to break their souls." Li Qingshan rushed to say the first sentence, and then looked at Song Baojun with provocative eyes.

The poem "Qingming" he read was Du Mu's poem, and even elementary school students could recite it backwards, but they did have the word "Rain".

"The wind and rain bring back spring, and the flying snow welcomes spring." Song Baojun answered in less than ten seconds, and then added: "There is also the time to think about it cannot exceed three minutes, otherwise it will be considered a loss."

Wang Qiang snorted coldly and said, "I'll pick it up. My face is lonely and my tears are gone. A pear blossom is filled with rain."

"The spring breeze, peach and plum blossoms bloom on the sun, and autumn rain, when the sycamore trees fall on the leaves." Song Baojun followed again.

The four of them did not expect that Song Baojun would pick him up so quickly. They didn't dare to underestimate Song Baojun, but looked at each other and thought silently. After half a minute, Li Qingshan said, "Why should we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?"

"The water is shimmering and beautiful when it is sunny, and the mountains are dim and misty and rain are strange." Song Baojun threw out Su Shi's poem again.

Xie Qilu next to her looked at Song Baojun with some surprise. She really didn't expect that Song Baojun would remember so many poems and specially remembered the words "Rain".

She has memorized all these poems, but she will definitely not be able to let her take them so quickly.

Song Baojun's quick reply made Wang Qiang and the other two feel a little weak. Is this guy really a talented man? There is so much ink in his belly?

This time they waited for a minute and a half before Wang Qiang racked his brains to squeeze out a sentence: "The eyes of the tall buildings are all about to dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are whistling and slight rain."

"Lying late at night, listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the ice river come into my dreams."

"Good rain knows the season, and it will happen in spring."

"I want to wet the rain of apricot blossoms when my clothes are wet, but I don't have a cold face. "Song Baojun took it back again, but this time it still did not last more than ten seconds.

The four of them looked at each other and thought about it desperately. They occasionally thought of a sentence or two but couldn't remember it completely. They didn't dare to say it, for fear of being laughed at.

After three minutes, Song Baojun smiled slightly and pushed a glass of full wine in front of the three of them, and said with a smile: "Come on, the time has come, who will do this?"

"Me." Wang Qiang took the cup and drank it all in one go, then put the cup heavily on the table, looking at Song Baojun and said in a muffled voice: "Continue."

"Okay, refreshing." Song Baojun laughed and said loudly: "I listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty."

This time, the four of them still couldn't take it, so they could only drink another drink honestly.

"The morning rain in Weicheng is light dust, and the green willows in the guest house are fresh."

"The rain is cold when autumn comes, and the wind is tight and the river is refreshing."

"The mountain road is full of rain, and the sky is green and wet people's clothes."

"The drizzle wet the clothes and can't be seen, and the idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silently."

"The pine trees at the bottom of the stream are shaking thousands of feet of rain, and the bamboos in the courtyard are filled with autumn."

Song Baojun said one after another, and the four people at the back didn't have to wait for three minutes. Song Baojun said one and they just yelled. Anyway, they couldn't handle it and were too lazy to delay time.

Originally, they were holding four people and even losing, they would not lose too badly. No matter how good Song Baojun's cultural heritage was, he would win more than ten times and each of them would only drink two or three cups.

When Song Baojun read the 22nd sentence, their faces became a little unfavorable.

Three bottles of white wine on the table had been emptied, and the speed of drinking was too fast, even the four of them could not hold on.

"In the yellow plum season, every family is raining, and the grass and ponds are everywhere. If you don't come for a while, you can beat chess pieces and fall lanterns." Song Baojun also became interested. He finished reading the whole poem at one time, and then opened a bottle of wine and poured a full cup towards an empty cup in front.

Wang Qiang had already drunk six cups, and his face turned red. The cup was not small. It was probably about one or two taels of wine. He heard Song Baojun recite the complete poem, and he snorted coldly and picked up the cup and drank it all in one go. It was a typical willingness to accept the loss.

"When will the two-flying swallows return? Peach blossoms on the shore are dipped in water. The spring rain breaks the bridge and people will not cross it. The boat will hold the willow shade." Song Baojun finished chanting another song with a smile, and then poured a glass of wine.

Just as Li Qingshan was about to reach out to take the wine glass, Song Baojun took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and smiled at the four people: "The four are generous and can afford to lose. I will toast the four of them."

After saying that, Song Baojun picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then turned over the empty wine glass to express his sincerity.

The four of them were slightly surprised, and their faces were relieved a lot. They felt that they had lost to Song Baojun before and were holding their breath. Song Baojun's move immediately made them feel much more comfortable.

Song Baojun took away the wine glass, but replaced it with several tea cups, and helped everyone pour tea one after another, and said with a smile: "If you drink a poem and a glass of wine until the middle of the night, you should drink tea. It would be unpleasant to drink it if you drink it any more. Brothers, do you think this is the case?"

"That's the reason. Brother Song is indeed very talented. We underestimate you." Wang Qiang was also able to see it out loud, smiled bitterly and took Song Baojun's words.

He thought that if he and Song Baojun changed positions, he would definitely try every means to make the other party drink until they vomit blood. How could he take the advantage and take the initiative to take the initiative to let the other party take the lead? And it was his group of people who took the initiative to provoke him.

Since Song Baojun can be so generous, he thinks that if he is more petty, then he is still a man?

Li Qingshan and others were also impressed by Song Baojun's demeanor, and they all recognized Song Baojun in their hearts. They all showed sincere smiles to Song Baojun and apologized for their previous attitude.

Song Baojun smiled when he heard the apology from several people, pointed to Xie Qilu next to him and said with a smile: "I have guessed some of the reasons why I feel uncomfortable when I see that I feel uncomfortable. Do you think that this girl and I are boyfriend and girlfriend so I feel jealous?"

"Yes, I grew up with Lulu since I was a child, and I'm a little interested in Lulu..." Wang Qiang looked embarrassed.

Xie Qilu snorted coldly beside her and said angrily: "This fool and I are not boyfriends and girlfriends, we are classmates. Even if all men in the world die, he is left, I will not choose him as my boyfriend."
Chapter completed!