บท 1519: Deja Vu Encryption Method

Sometimes, Lu Zhou would miss the era when nothing needed to be explained. Even if his words were not sacred, no one would dare to question him.

As he looked at the wine bottle on the table, his thoughts couldn't help but drift away, thinking of his lost youth and love.

"When can we get to the point?" Xing Bian was about to vomit. He pinched his glabella with his index finger and thumb, trying to keep himself awake.

He thought he was a heavyweight, but he didn't expect that one day, a university professor would outdrink him.

Lu Zhou was slightly stunned. He then said with an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, I just remembered something from the past… What was I talking about?"

Although Shi Jin's neck was red from the drinking, he could still keep himself awake, barely. He reminded him with a serious face, "… You talked about the Northern Lights cruise ship, and… that the Swedish princess owes you a dance."