CHAPTER 160: A BUNCH OF DRUNKS

Joshua saw the others eating and instinctively picked up one of his own cookies to try.

But just then, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Leonard looked at him and said slowly, "A sincere piece of advice—you really shouldn’t."

Joshua: "... Is it really that bad?"

Leonard expressionlessly tossed another cookie into his mouth.

[...]

[This is getting too hard to predict.]

[So is it good or bad??]

In the end, Joshua still bit off a corner of his cookie. He fell silent, then finally said with forced nonchalance, "This is my first time making cookies. Normally, I cook pretty well."

[Just how bad is it that Joshua is already making excuses like that?!]

[Hahaha looks like Joshua might actually rank last.]

[No way, Luther exists. At least Joshua’s cookies still have a recognizable shape.]

Luther picked up one of his own cookies and held it out toward Joshua. "You have to try it. It only looks like that, I swear it’s not bad!"

Joshua immediately pressed his lips together, leaning his head back and saying softly, "You haven’t even eaten it. You try first."

Hearing that, Luther couldn’t help but say, "You’re treating my cookie like it’s poison."

Joshua didn’t respond—but Luther had already popped the cookie into his own mouth. His eyes lit up instantly. "It’s honestly better than yours!"

Joshua: "..."

He opened his mouth and took a bite from the cookie in Luther’s hand. After chewing and swallowing, his brows tightened. "You cheater—and did you forget to put sugar in?"

[Thinking back to the flour massacre Luther caused earlier, I fully understand why this cookie is dry.]

The others also chimed in with their critiques, and in the end, Luther and Joshua were definitely neck and neck.

Right then, Joshua suddenly clapped his hands together, rubbing his palms with excitement. "And now—it’s the leader’s cookies!"

Luther pouted and pinched Joshua’s cheek. "Funny how you weren’t this eager a moment ago."

[Aaaaa this kind of behavior... Luther, please bow down and give Joshua a kiss for me!]

[Pinching his cheeks so his lips stick out—if not for kissing then for what?!]

[Moah moah]

[Jealous! He’s jealous hahaha!]

Joshua pulled Luther’s hand down. "Stop messing around."

Henry’s cookies looked very similar to Joshua’s—after all, they used the same mold. No one knew what kind of mold Luther used to create those bizarre shapes.

Joshua took one bite and immediately covered his mouth, eyes widening.

The others reacted at once.

"What? Is it that good?"

Luther looked unconvinced. Muttering "that’s impossible," he picked up a cookie of his own.

Justin also took a bite.

Then the two of them exchanged looks.

Luther said bluntly, "There’s nothing weird about it."

Joshua swallowed his bite and looked at them casually. "I never said it tasted good..."

Joshua didn’t even finish before Luther suddenly wrapped his arms around him, fingers digging mercilessly into his waist.

Joshua struggled nonstop, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Just as the others were about to intervene, Joshua suddenly lifted his knee.

Luther’s eyes widened. Even though he dodged at top speed, the attack still landed.

He jumped back, clamping his legs together, fists clenched. "Joshua! Fight like a real man!"

"No real man grabs someone and tickles them, you jerk!" Joshua shot back fiercely, tears in his eyes from laughing too much, his waist bending from lack of strength.

The comments went wild.

[Hahaha seriously...]

[As expected of Luther and Joshua, I adore this best-friend duo!]

[Joshua, you’re sabotaging your own future happiness!!]

[Someone kick that thing he kneed out of the livestream room!]

Time passed quickly, and it was almost time for the livestream to officially end.

Henry glanced at the phone screen and said seriously, "It’s time. We hope everyone has a peaceful and joyful Christmas. Goodbye."

Justin and Leonard were still setting something on the table, but when they heard that, they hurried over to say their goodbyes.

On the other side, Joshua and Luther were still wrestling, but hearing Henry, they quickly ran over to wave to the fans.

Luther collapsed beside Joshua with an innocent look, pitiful enough to make anyone feel soft.

[Hahaha, he keeps teasing but ends up needing to coax him—this is definitely Luther’s hobby. Joshua, don’t you dare go soft too easily!]

[Obviously Luther also got attacked.]

[What can you do hahaha.]

[I wanted to see Luther coax Joshua more!]

But the screen of the phone had already gone black—the livestream was over.

The fans’ party, however, had only just begun.

Various topics began popping up online like mushrooms after the rain, lively and chaotic.

Meanwhile, at Joshua’s house, the moment the livestream ended, Nine immediately walked out of the room, his expression as dark as a storm.

He stood at the kitchen doorway, radiating pure dissatisfaction.

Joshua quickly walked over, grabbed his hand, and patted it in comfort. "What’s wrong? It’s over now, let’s have dinner..."

Nine practically leaned on Joshua’s shoulder at once, speaking softly, "I decorated the house too, but no one even noticed."

Joshua could only coax him.

Everyone else quietly rolled their eyes—they were one hundred percent sure Nine did that on purpose.

Dinner finally began. Justin’s cooking skills were undeniably good. Even Leonard, who always looked like he couldn’t stand him, couldn’t help but praise him.

Naturally, dinner came with drinks. And although Joshua wanted to borrow some alcohol to help complete his mission, everyone else already knew his alcohol tolerance, so of course they refused to let him touch even a drop.

Nine, on the other hand, was full of fighting spirit—determined to drink every single one of them under the table.

Everyone found someone else annoying. No one wanted to lose.

In the end, the whole group collapsed on the table.

Joshua sat in the middle of the disaster, expression blank as he sipped the remaining soda from his cup.

Luther was sitting on the floor, face buried on Joshua’s lap as he cried, mumbling endlessly.

Leonard was lying nearby, one hand still patting the floor, his mouth shouting something completely unintelligible.

Justin was leaning on Joshua’s shoulder.

Only Nine and Henry were still drinking, staring at each other with empty expressions, yet somehow fueled by the same stubborn competitive spirit.

Joshua sighed. "Enough already."

Only then did Nine and Henry finally put their glasses down—though they continued to glare at each other.

Seeing their red ears and flushed necks, Joshua silently covered his face.

He really didn’t think his bedroom had enough space for all of them.

Maybe he should just get drunk too. If he got drunk, then he wouldn’t need to worry about anything.

The moment his gaze drifted toward a bottle of alcohol at the side—

Henry suddenly stood up.

Expression blank, he walked toward Joshua.

Before Joshua could react, Luther and Justin were scooped up and dragged away. Moments later, Leonard was dragged off by Nine as well.

Judging by their expressions, Joshua truly felt like they were preparing to dispose of bodies.

He hurried after them, only to see Henry toss Justin and Luther onto the sofa—one on each cushion—while Leonard was directly dropped onto the floor by Nine.

Joshua: "... No. Bring them to the bedroom, there are mattresses in there."

He couldn’t help but speak up.