"You, go ask He Ziyi what her criteria for choosing a boyfriend are!" the girl said loudly.
The boy instantly put on a distressed face, "Sister, that's too harsh."
"Go, go!" Everyone urged him.
He had no choice but to shuffle over to He Ziyi.
Ji Siyu was in the middle of explaining to He Ziyi, "If you answer him, he succeeds. If you don't answer, he loses and has to drink a big glass of wine as punishment."
He Ziyi nodded seriously, "I understand."
As they spoke, the boy walked up to her, his face flushed, eyes on the floor, and stammered, "He... He Ziyi, may I ask what... what your criteria for choosing a boyfriend are...?"
He Ziyi looked at him with a smile, "I'm not telling you."
With a "boom," everyone burst out in gloating laughter.
The boy was utterly embarrassed, shouting angrily at the jeering crowd.
"I lost, so what? It's not like I can't afford to lose!" He said, then picked up the glass of wine from the table and downed it in one go.
