Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Chapter 1371 Cetalli's Embarrassment

As Mavica listened to Sitrali's unreasonable demands for alcohol, and then recalled how her group had spent the entire morning busy but hadn't really been of any real help, only worrying about things for no reason and listening to a bunch of gossip.

She immediately spread her hands and said frankly:

"I don't think we were of much help... In the end, Ying recovered on her own. We were just there to make up the numbers. There was really no need for us to extort a drink from her."

Shao Yun wasn't short of a meal and didn't really care whether the others had helped or not. Hearing this, he waved his hand and casually replied, "Hey, it's no big deal, don't be so polite."

"Anyway, we still need to eat three meals a day. I didn't eat much when I woke up this morning, so I'll eat with you."

As he spoke, he remembered that Cetalli and Mavica had asked him for help, and added:

"Let's talk about the favors you need tomorrow. Everyone's exhausted today, so let's have a good meal and rest first. One more day shouldn't make a difference, right?"

His mind was still on Ying, and he wanted to take advantage of the meal to go over his plans to deal with Alice and Ronawa. He didn't want to be distracted by other things for the time being.

The tall Pilan, who had been squatting on the first floor, listened intently to the sounds coming from the second-floor doorway. When he learned that Ying was alright and that Shao Yun had agreed to let everyone stay for dinner, he knew that there was nothing more for him to do here, so he didn't want to waste any more time.

He was a burly man, and even cramped up in the living room, he looked awkward. He immediately said goodbye, "Well then, I'll head back to the Yanmi tribe first. There are still quite a few out-of-control secret mechanisms in the wild that need to be dealt with. If I delay any longer, things might get out of hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bilan, who was half-squatting, carefully moved his body, afraid of breaking the furniture in the living room. He tiptoed out of the living room door and disappeared at the end of the pasture in the blink of an eye, single-mindedly rushing back to the tribe to handle affairs.

When Euron saw that Perrin had left, he could no longer contain himself.

He was also worried about the vegetables growing in his family's garden, fearing that if he was away for too long, the vegetables would wilt or be bitten by insects if no one took care of them.

He quickly looked at Cecilia on the second floor and said obediently, "Then, Grandma, I'm going home to take care of the vegetables too. If I don't go soon, the vegetables I planted will probably wilt."

Seeing that Piran left without saying a word, not even leaving her a meal, and seeing that her beloved grandson was also in a hurry to go home to take care of the vegetable garden, Celeste clicked her tongue, her face full of regret, and raised her chin in the direction the two left.

"Oh dear, what a pity! You have no idea how delicious the food and how fine the wine are at Shao Yun's house. If you miss this meal today, you might not have another chance to enjoy it!"

……

Shao Yun thought that this lunch, including drinks, would only take an hour or two at most, but he didn't expect that once Celestella started drinking, she couldn't stop at all.

The drinking session lasted from noon until nightfall. Empty bottles filled the living room floor, and the air was filled with the aromas of food and alcohol, along with a faint odor from Cecilia's vomit.

The reason they could drink for so long wasn't because everyone else could drink a lot; the key was all about Sitralli.

After lunch, with the effects of the alcohol just kicking in, Celeste refused to leave. She dragged Mavica and Inef along, lingering in Shao Yun's living room, insisting on watching Fontaine's Reflections.

Ever since watching the movie "Two Gunmen" provided by Shao Yun, she has become completely fascinated by this kind of vivid entertainment.

In her view, the visual expressiveness of Fontainebleau surpasses that of passionate writing.

Mavica initially wanted to decline, but she couldn't resist Celestella's persistent pleading, and Shao Yun also smiled and said it was okay, so she simply stayed.

Although Ineff was a robot and not very interested in the images, she did not refuse. She sat quietly to the side and watched with the two of them. Occasionally, she would be moved by the images in the images, and her electronic eyes would flicker slightly.

After watching several Fontaine Films, Cecilia's drunkenness gradually subsided, but her cravings were rekindled.

She pounded on the coffee table, clamoring for barbecue and beer, acting as if she owned the place, completely unconcerned about being treated like a guest.

Helpless, Shao Yun could only instruct Yuan to grill some meat skewers and bring over a few buckets of beer to keep this "ancestor" company.

However, what troubled Shao Yun the most was that Cecilia drank alcohol in a "ruminant" way.

He would drink a few cups and then vomit, rinse his mouth afterward, sit down and continue drinking, without feeling embarrassed at all. It was a complete waste of good wine and meat.

Mavica couldn't stand it and tried to persuade her several times, but Sylvia was too drunk to listen at all. Instead, she even tried to get Mavica to drink with her, leaving Mavica helpless and finally giving up on her.

Night fell in the blink of an eye, and darkness completely enveloped the ranch. The lights in the living room were bright, and Cecilia was completely drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and she was talking incoherently. She had completely let loose and made a fool of herself.

She wobbled to her feet and staggered into the yard. There she found Little Dragon Potato Cake, who was curled up asleep in the dragon's nest. She hugged Little Dragon Potato Cake tightly and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Good brother! You're a true friend! From now on, you're my sworn brother, Grandma Obsidian's sworn brother. We'll share the good times and the drinks!"

The potato pancake was startled awake, and it wagged its tail in a daze. It struggled for a long time but couldn't break free, so it could only let out two pitiful "woofs".

After finishing making the potato pancakes, she stumbled back to the living room, looked at the air (probably imagining Shen He's appearance), and said earnestly:

"Shen He, my dear sister! I think you're a good person. Let's become sworn sisters, even if we're not from the same father. I'll protect you from now on, and no one will dare to bully you!"

Mavica, watching from the side, sighed and couldn't help but complain, "What's with all this 'sisterhood' nonsense?!"

But Celeste ignored her completely, and instead grabbed Mavica's arm, insisting on having a contest to see who was the boss of Nata, her voice so loud it could lift the roof off.

"Mavika! Come on, let's have a contest and see who's stronger. Whoever wins will be the boss of Nata!"

Mavica had no choice but to let her drag her along; she didn't even have the strength to argue back.

The most outrageous thing was that when she later saw Shen He bring over his nine-month-old daughter Xi, her eyes lit up, and she staggered over to her, bent down towards the little Xi, and mumbled:

"Mom! From now on, I'll call you my mom, so you have to treat me well!"

As soon as he said that, everyone present burst out laughing, and Paimon even rolled on the ground laughing so hard!

Shao Yun was both angry and amused, and sighed while holding her forehead.

After struggling for most of the day, Cetalli finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, completely drunk. She kept muttering nonsense about "drinking," "becoming sworn brothers," and "being the boss."

Looking at Cecilia in this state, Shao Yun had no temper left. He could only shake his head helplessly, walk forward, carefully help her up, and half-support, half-drag her towards the guest room on the second floor.

We couldn't just let her lie on the floor and sleep like that, so we had to help her upstairs to rest first, and then settle the score with her properly when she sobered up tomorrow.

……

So, here's the question: which is the heaviest: 50 kilograms of cotton, 50 kilograms of iron, or a 50-kilogram woman?

A: A woman weighing 50 kilograms. Why? Because women lie about their weight...

However, Cetalli is still quite slim...

……

Cetalli was completely drunk, her eyes were unfocused, and she couldn't even tell which way was which.

She clung limply to Shao Yun, her left arm tightly wrapped around his neck, so tightly that it almost made him breathless, while her right hand waved wildly in the air, and she suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs.

"I want to drink more! I want to play more! Don't stop! Anyone who stops is a little dog!"

This drunken arrogance is just like a spoiled child.

Shao Yun gritted his teeth and half-supported, half-dragged Cecilia upstairs. His neck ached from being strangled, and his face was full of impatience, yet he was helpless.

He lowered his voice and whispered a complaint, "Play, play, play your grandma's big flowery shorts!"

"You drink and then vomit, then drink again. You can't even taste the whole bottle before throwing it up. What a waste! I swear, I'll never drink with you again in my next life, not even a drop!"

Despite her complaints, she didn't loosen her grip, afraid that if she let go, she would fall down the stairs.

Cetalli didn't hear Shao Yun's complaints at all. She still had one arm around his neck and waved the other hand even more enthusiastically, chattering on and on.

"Again! Keep drinking! We're not leaving until we're completely drunk! After we're done, I'm going to play Seven Saints Summoning. I'm going to be the Summoning King of Seven Saints Summoning! Nobody can beat me!"

He was muttering random card names, rambling on and on without uttering a single complete sentence.

Upon hearing this, Shao Yun was completely exasperated. This drunkard, in such a state, was still thinking about the Seven Saints' summons. He pushed open the door to Shen He's bedroom on the second floor and complained irritably.

"You're still summoning? With your drunken state, if you pass out on the roadside one day and run into that rascal Hu Tao, she'll dig a hole and bury you without saying a word. You won't even know how you died, believe it or not?"

(Although, Walnut wouldn't do that...)

As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Yun, supporting the nearly unconscious and limp Cetalli, pushed her onto the bed with a sudden, swift motion, adding a disdainful remark with a look of disgust.

"Go on! Hurry up and lie down and get some sleep!"

Sitella was pushed onto the bed, shook her head, struggled to move a couple of times, and mumbled something indistinctly.

Shao Yun stood by the bed, looking at her carefree appearance, his brows furrowed tightly. Before leaving, he leaned down and left a disdainful warning.

"Listen up, don't throw up on the bed! Otherwise, when you sober up tomorrow, I'll spank you until your ass is a bloody mess and rip your underwear to shreds, so you'll never be able to show your face in public!"

Lying on the bed, Sitella was suddenly muttering incoherently.

"I don't want to sleep yet... Ugh... Don't stop me, I still want to drink... I still want to be the Summoning King..."

Looking at her hopeless state, Shao Yun rolled her eyes in disgust, touched her throbbing forehead, and couldn't help but complain again:

"Honestly, why did I have to be so soft-hearted and agree to buy her drinks? I just asked for trouble! This drunkard has been keeping me up all day, it's really enough..."

After venting his frustrations, he looked at Sitella carefully to make sure she wouldn't throw up for the time being before turning around, gently closing the door behind him, and walking out with a weary expression.