So cute, it must be a boy. I also reminded Eduardo and my friends of the same thing.

Why only Eduardo?

Because I didn't want to tell Sean, and Eduardo would only tell Zuckerberg, Dustin, and Kris. He wouldn't tell Sean.

From the looks of it, everything was going according to my plan.

Yes, I was satisfied.

While Peter and I approached the bar, Dustin, Caroline, and Max were having a good time.

Kris wisely kept a safe distance from any strangers here to make sure he didn't get involved in my little revenge game.

Of course, I also invited people I knew to be the bartender – well, actually, one of them was my guardian.

Peter almost choked on his juice the moment he noticed.

Chili Pepper and Eduardo, who were chatting on the side, stopped to show concern.

"Don't be nervous, you're not our target tonight." My guardian comforted Peter.

Peter choked even harder.

I glared at my legal guardian.

"Oh, yes, you know."

My guardian quickly corrected himself and said: "Don't be afraid, Nanna is an adult, I won't break you two up."

Peter coughed until he was out of breath. His eyes were red and tears were about to burst out.

I was distressed and tried to calm him down. I comforted him and said: "Don't worry about him, I'm not under his control."

My guardian rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.

Peter finally stopped coughing.

This conversation successfully attracted the interest of Zuckerberg, who was sitting quietly and drinking.

He turned his face and looked at me with an appreciative gaze.

"Oh, I understand." Zuckerberg said.

"Wait.

What do you understand? "Peter shook his head.

Zuckerberg frowned at Peter.

His expression was like asking, Peter Parker, why would you ask such a stupid question?

To think that you're Peter Parker.

"I don't know what kind of misunderstanding you have about Peter Parker's series, but I have to say that my Pitt is a very well-behaved and cute child."

"He wouldn't do something like what Facemash did."

"Are you sure you want to discuss Facemash with me? I'm a good friend of Caroline's."

Zuckerberg glared at me with his bluish-blue eyes. "Don't think I didn't notice your intentions.

Who's the bigger bastard now? "

I thought about Caroline's so-called cure. I couldn't deny that it was a bit immoral.

"Alright, but you shouldn't only make the girl version of Facemash."

"Harvard's network collapsed too quickly." Zuckerberg shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands. "It's not my fault."

"Alright."

I compromised and accepted Zuckerberg's words, because I also knew that the campus network usually couldn't withstand a test like Facemash.

Don't ask for too much, it's just the campus network.

"What a pity, I also want to play.

Of course it's the male version.

You can put yourselves on it, I'll be loyal to my heart. "

Zuckerberg picked up his beer bottle, turned around and leaned back against the bar, and said to me dryly: "Maybe one day, I'll consider, after I get a new server … I'll make a private version, you know, exclusivity."

It was a joke in the circle.

The joke was, one of the main requirements of FB was exclusivity. He used this to convince me and Toby. The order was to convince me, then let me convince Toby, then convince us together. In short, it became a joke in the circle.

I found it funny, so of course I laughed.

Zuckerberg, who was sitting on my left, revealed a proud smile.

Peter, who was sitting on my right, puffed up the side of his mouth a little angrily.

"What?

What is it? "Peter asked.

He grabbed my arm and shook it.

Zuckerberg and I turned to look at Peter.

I don't know why Peter suddenly looked at me.

He didn't look very friendly and grabbed my arm.

"He's praising me for making the best use of things and maximizing the benefits." I explained to Peter tactfully.

This successfully amused Zuckerberg.

Actually, that's right. I wanted to get rid of my love rival, I also wanted to get rid of Johnny, and I also wanted to play a prank on Sean.

At the same time, I had to throw a party. Since I was the receptionist for Parker Industries, maybe I could also invite my acquaintances to enjoy free drinks, as well as the bartender and dancers I knew to earn some extra money for the night.

But I didn't want to pay for it myself, so I'll let Johnny pay for it all (he said he wanted to play, he already swiped his card). I also hoped that one of my love rivals would be hooked up with Sean or Johnny, since I wasn't friends with those people anyway. I also thought that maybe one of Ritz or Betti would fall for Dustin or Eduardo, since Ritz was a pretty good person, and Betti just needed some motivation to give up on Peter.

By the way, if someone found true love tonight, then wouldn't I have done a great thing!

That's what I thought.

Maybe Peter wasn't.

Because after he heard what I said, he suddenly got angry, let go of my arm and jumped off the bar stool.

"I'm going to play!" He pointed to the dance floor and announced loudly to me.

I looked at him and then at the dance floor. The crowd was dancing wildly. I asked in surprise, "Really?"

Peter's mouth turned down.

"There are so many people I know here, and I'm not going to say hello?"

Fine.

He's in charge.

I really didn't know what to do with Peter's sulking.

Anyway, he went to play.

Eduardo also went to play.

Betti came over to hit on him.

Actually, Betti wanted to hit on Zuckerberg – oh, poor girl, why didn't she inquire about Mark Zuckerberg's good reputation first?

Or maybe she thought she would be an exception.

In order to prevent Imperial University from using the school newspaper to smear FB before it even went public, since Betti was the queen of our school's news agency, Eduardo had to go.

Dustin felt it was unfair and was comforted by Max.

I prayed in my heart that the comfort would stop under the bed, and that these two idiots would never go to bed.

"That's hard to say."

Zuckerberg suddenly said, "I know Max thinks Dustin is cute, I also know Dustin thinks Max is hot, and I also know that blonde hair has no effect on Eduardo."

I stared straight at Zuckerberg and said leisurely: "You know too much."

It was just a joke.

Since Zuckerberg just saw through my thoughts.

I knew he studied psychology, however.

The next second, Zuckerberg said, "Yes, I think so too.

For example, why didn't you just confess to Peter Parker?

Because you had a secret relationship with his brother? "

I glared at Zuckerberg and screamed: "You know too much!"

"Maybe it's because I want to get something on you."

Zuckerberg shook his head. His innocent face and his curly Jewish hair looked really cute at first glance. "I wasn't so sure."

I stood up and sat down again.

I called for a bottle of Absolute Vodka.

"If I let you drink the whole bottle of Absolute Vodka, your dad will stab me to death with a knife," my guardian said in a bad mood, only willing to give me a mixed drink.

"Whatever, he's a yellow rat now," I replied angrily. After downing the drink in one gulp, I turned to glare at Zuckerberg.

"Don't tell anyone," I threatened him. "You know I have an instructor's certificate from the American Cat Gun Association."

Zuckerberg continued to look at me with his head tilted.

"Fine.

Actually, I want to tell you that you don't have to threaten me. I don't plan to tell anyone, but you won't believe me anyway. By the way, I just want to make sure if you're going to confess to Peter Holland Park tonight. "

Wasn't he speaking a little too fast?

Having just finished a mixed drink, I felt a little powerless.

"Uh, I don't know. I'm still thinking about it." Now I felt like I had forgotten my words.

"Good."

Zuckerberg nodded and continued, "I think it's stupid, but Kris and Dustin both support me.

I just want to ask you, are your eyes IKEA? "

"What?" I really didn't know how to react.

"Because I'm lost in your eyes," Zuckerberg finished his own sentence with a blank face.

Now I felt like I had really forgotten my words.

What the hell is going on?

Zuckerberg raised his beer bottle and took two big gulps.

I came back to myself with a start, wavering between astonishment and wild laughter.

"Okay, that's too much of an otaku," Zuckerberg said self-deprecatingly.

"Right, you know that yourself." I nodded and continued, "Are you a keyboard player?"

This time it was Zuckerberg's turn to almost spit out his drink.

"Oh my god." He shook his head at me in disbelief. "That sucks!"

"Your previous sentence wasn't that great either. I had a hard time coming up with something more geeky in return," I retorted.

"Really?

Or this one? "Zuckerberg snorted." Did it hurt when you fell out of the vending machine?

Because you looked like a little snack. "

"Ugh." I pretended to have goosebumps and said, "That's too exaggerated!

Listen to me.

Do you have eleven protons? "