After Falling in Love with a 2D Character as a Socially Anxious Person - Chapter 21

An Jing knew that some people would rename inappropriate videos with serious-sounding titles to hide them. However, he never expected Baili to send him that kind of material. Before clicking it, he simply thought it was a clip from a classic movie or TV show. Then, Baili gave him a huge shock.

 

To make matters worse, Yan Qili heard it. An Jing swore he had never seen such a clear look of surprise and shock on Yan Qili’s usually cold face. Those deep dark-blue eyes were full of disbelief. An Jing froze in place, his head buzzing.

 

Yan Qili’s reaction was not as extreme as An Jing’s; he recovered quickly after the brief shock. He leaned back against the kitchen island, raised an eyebrow, and asked the frozen An Jing: “Are you sure you want to stay here and keep listening to this with me?”

 

He hadn’t expected the timid “little white rabbit” to actually have “yellow” (inappropriate) fur. Watching this kind of stuff early in the morning and he kept claiming to be “straight”…

 

Yan Qili looked An Jing up and down. He couldn’t see anything “straight” about him except for his legs. Even the hair on his head was curly.

 

Hearing Yan Qili’s voice, An Jing snapped out of it and hurriedly tried to turn off the phone. Baili! You ruined me! In his panic, An Jing accidentally hit the volume up button, and the male voice from the phone suddenly got louder.

 

An Jing: “!” Before the moaning could end, it was quickly cut off. An Jing gripped his phone, not daring to look up at Yan Qili’s face. It was social death. What would Yan Qili think of him? A pervert who plays adult videos right in front of him? Why did Baili send him this? Did he not believe that he and Yan Qili were just friends?

 

The little person inside An Jing’s heart was screaming and running around. He wished he could stare a hole into the floor. After all his thoughts, it came down to one sentence: Jiang Chen, I trusted you in vain!

 

An Jing was dying of embarrassment, but Yan Qili added fuel to the fire by asking: “You don’t like men, but you can accept men having sex?”

 

“I didn’t realize you were so open-minded.”

 

An Jing’s face turned even redder at Yan Qili’s blunt words. He looked up with a tiny bit of hope and asked nervously: “If I say this is a mistake, would you believe me?”

 

“A mistake?”

 

An Jing nodded hard. “This was sent to me by Baili—that’s Jiang Chen from yesterday.”

 

Yan Qili let out a cold laugh. “Does your friend know you are using him as a shield?”

 

An Jing got anxious. “I’m not, it’s really him, I…” Desperate to prove his innocence, An Jing became incoherent. He held out his phone, wanting to show Yan Qili the chat history. As An Jing moved closer, Yan Qili took a step back. The way he looked at the phone was like he was looking at something filthy.

 

An Jing: “…” He also felt his phone was “dirty” now. QAQ

 

“Fine,” Yan Qili waved his hand. “You don’t need to explain to me.” Whether An Jing liked men, women, or things that weren’t even human had nothing to do with him. He didn’t care if An Jing’s claim of being “straight” was true or false. He only knew that he himself would never like men. Even if An Jing was the author who created him, he couldn’t twist or change his preferences.

 

An Jing: “Really, believe me.” This was a major issue; he really needed to explain!

 

Yan Qili didn’t want to waste time. He simply said, “Watch this kind of stuff in your room from now on,” and went back to his room. Clearly, he still didn’t believe him.

 

An Jing felt like he was having a heart attack. He didn’t even pick up the signed poster on the floor and went to settle the score with Baili. When he unlocked the phone, the video started playing automatically. An Jing inevitably saw some X-rated scenes. The setting was even a bright, open kitchen. The impact was too much. An Jing felt like he was going blind and quickly closed the video and deleted it. He also deleted the several compressed files he downloaded last night. He deleted everything thoroughly, even clearing the recycle bin.

 

Yannian: [What did you send me?!] An Jing felt words weren’t enough, so he added a “I’m going to eat you alive” emoji.

 

Baili: [???]

 

Baili: [You couldn’t wait to watch it this early in the morning?]

 

[Is your waist not sore or your legs not tired anymore?]

 

[You are quite wild, Nian Nian.]

 

An Jing: ??? An Jing felt despair toward this world that was full of misunderstandings.

 

 

An Jing was the type of person who struggled with internal thoughts. If he did something even slightly wrong, he would keep replaying it in his mind. The more he thought, the more embarrassed and annoyed he became. He blamed himself for his hands moving faster than his brain—why didn’t he ask Baili more questions at the time? There weren’t many people in his world, but Yan Qili alone was enough to make him replay the event over and over. Finally, he shut himself away.

 

An Jing was so upset that he didn’t want to go downstairs. He hid upstairs like an ostrich. As long as he didn’t see Yan Qili, he wouldn’t feel embarrassed. While An Jing was avoiding reality, Baili realized he had caused a huge mess. He tried his best to comfort him.

 

[It’s okay, Nian Nian. A lifetime is very short.]

 

An Jing: … Now he felt even worse.

 

In the chat box, Baili’s messages kept coming. The last one changed the subject: [Nian Nian, look at Weibo. You are trending again.]

 

Trending? An Jing’s heart tightened. Did he get caught by fans yesterday? He didn’t bother replying to Baili and immediately opened Weibo. When the trending list appeared, An Jing realized Baili was exaggerating. It wasn’t “Yannian” trending, but his work, The Great Thief Never Stops.

 

An Jing clicked on the topic.

 

• Breaking: The martial arts novel The Great Thief Never Stops by “Yannian” has been approved for a TV project. A famous actress publicly said she is working hard to get the female lead role.
• Both The Great Thief Never Stops and The Saints Do Not Die are owned by the same company. As long as the director stays true to the book, it’s bound to be a hit.
• As a sequel series to the hit The Saints Do Not Die, can The Great Thief Never Stops continue the success?
• The list of potential actors for the lead roles has been leaked. Who do you prefer?
• Wow, Teacher Yannian’s work is being adapted again? Who can play the character of my dreams?!
• A huge production with a famous director. This is a big opportunity, but Yannian has over ten million active fans. If the actors’ looks or skills are bad, the fans will definitely tear them apart on social media.
• Hahaha, anything by Yannian is high quality. I heard that as soon as the title was written, film companies fought for it. Before the chapters were even posted, most of the rights were sold. The movie rights are still available, and big companies are bidding against each other.
• My favorite martial arts story! Seeing it turned into a drama makes me so nervous.

 

Whenever news of a famous book being adapted comes out, social media becomes a mess. Fans of the book usually resist it and expect the worst. Yannian had a huge following, so any news about his work usually trended. This also made him, the author, a topic of discussion. An Jing used to worry, but now he was used to it. He scanned the news and felt relieved when he saw it was only about the novel. As long as his real-life identity wasn’t exposed, everything else was fine.

 

Baili: [Nian Nian, I’ve always wanted to ask you.]

 

[Why are you so against people knowing you are a novelist?]

 

After meeting in person, the relationship between An Jing and Baili became much closer. Baili now dared to ask questions he couldn’t ask before. Normally, even if An Jing didn’t want to be recognized in public, he didn’t need to hide this strictly. He was famous and wrote serious stories, so it wasn’t because he was ashamed of his work. An Jing’s novels had won awards, but people from the website always accepted them on his behalf.

 

After the trip to the police station yesterday, because of Sheng Li’s statement, Baili learned what kind of person An Jing was in the eyes of others: Unpleasant, a loner with zero friends in four years of college. Ugly—always hiding his face. Timid and shrinking away, not even daring to look people in the eye. Rude… This was completely different from the An Jing he knew. They were like two different people.

 

The same question had been asked many times by publishers who wanted him to hold a signing event. An Jing’s answer was always the same: [Too much trouble.]

 

Baili joked: [I thought it was because relatives were asking to borrow money.]

 

An Jing sent an emoji of someone laughing hard, but he didn’t have much of a smile on his face. He thought of some unpleasant small things. However, reminded by the trending news, An Jing logged into his mobile banking and saw that the payment for the TV rights of The Great Thief Never Stops had arrived. Teacher Yannian was worth a lot. After taxes, the amount was very large. Even though An Jing didn’t have many material desires, seeing the long string of zeros in his balance made him feel much better. After all, he now had a “Living Yama” to support.

 

With money in his account, An Jing felt confident. He opened a shopping app to find something to do. Even though Yan Qili misunderstood him, he was still willing to spend money on him. You are so generous, Nian Nian! Yan Qili’s suit of armor needed a stand to hold it up, right? And the spear, Bu Po, couldn’t just lean in the corner forever. Maybe buy a display cabinet? Better make it two. Yan Qili only had a few pairs of shoes; he needed to buy some for every season…

 

…

 

Time passed, and night fell. An Jing, who was addicted to online shopping, only realized it was evening when his stomach complained. An Jing’s schedule was not as healthy as Yan Qili’s. Aside from that first lunch Yan Qili made, they hadn’t eaten at the same table. Yan Qili cooked every day, but An Jing felt bad about constantly mooching off him. After all, Yan Qili was the noble Prince of the North; how could he cook for him every day? How could An Jing be so shameless?

 

They both silently agreed to live together but eat separately. They tried their best not to bother each other. However, occasionally, An Jing would be tempted by the smell of Yan Qili’s cooking. Like now. The rich smell of meat from downstairs reached his room. It smelled so good. The hungry An Jing sniffed and climbed out of bed. After lying down all afternoon, his legs seemed to hurt even more than in the morning.

 

When the door opened, the scent became stronger. Yan Qili was still not used to using the kitchen hood and often forgot. An Jing tiptoed out of his room, held the stair railing, and looked down eagerly. It smelled so good. If he went downstairs now, would it look too obvious? He wondered if Yan Qili would share a bite. Yan Qili must have forgotten about the morning, right?

 

Even though it was his own house, An Jing struggled for half a minute about whether to go down. Finally, he walked down slowly and went to the pantry to make a cup of flower tea as a cover. The open kitchen had no walls, so Yan Qili could see An Jing out of the corner of his eye, holding a cup and pretending to be busy walking around. It was such a small space; he didn’t know what An Jing was spinning around for like a top.

 

An Jing also didn’t know what to do. Just as he was about to give up and go back upstairs to order delivery, Yan Qili’s cold voice rang out: “If you want to eat, get a bowl.”

 

An Jing froze, then immediately put down his tea cup. “Okay!~” He tried to act calm and hide his joy, but his happy tone gave him away. Meat, here I come!

 

Yan Qili had lived in the rough North for years, but his taste followed his mother’s preference for light food. A pot of beef stew with tomatoes and potatoes, sprinkled with green onions, looked good enough for a food show. Yan Qili didn’t mention the afternoon, and An Jing felt relieved. Neither of them spoke much, and the meal was a bit quiet.

 

After a while, Yan Qili suddenly asked: “Is that friend of yours trustworthy?”

 

An Jing, who was busy eating, looked up. “Jiang Chen?”

 

Yan Qili nodded.

 

An Jing: “He should be trustworthy.” They had made up an excuse yesterday for why Yan Qili had no ID. He didn’t know if Jiang Chen and Yuzhou Meng believed it, but neither asked questions. Yuzhou Meng seemed to have some high-level connections and told them not to worry about the ID. An Jing told Yan Qili to relax: “Jiang Chen is a good person.” Aside from sending that video, he was quite reliable.

 

“Should be?” Yan Qili wanted An Jing to be more precise. Words like “should,” “maybe,” or “perhaps” meant “no” to Yan Qili. An Jing knew it was hard for the current Yan Qili to trust people, so he wasn’t annoyed by the suspicion. For Yan Qili, staying cautious was a good thing.

 

“By the way,” An Jing remembered something. “Where did those business cards in the trash come from?” There were many of them. He had looked curiously and saw they were from various media companies. Yan Qili said he received them outside yesterday. To be precise, people ignored his freezing gaze and forced them onto him, asking if he wanted to be a star.

 

An Jing: “Talent scouts?”

 

Yan Qili: “That’s what they said.”

 

At anime conventions, talent scouts do appear, but most are just influencer agencies. Some are even fake scam companies. The agents are good talkers and make big promises—as if you sign today, you’ll debut tomorrow and become rich instantly. The point was, many young people believed them and got scammed.

 

An Jing thought for a bit and asked: “Do you want to be a star?” With Yan Qili’s looks, even without acting skills, he would have many fans. A bad temper or a cold face would be seen by fans as “having a personality” or “being real.” In this world, good looks equaled views and fame. It was harsh but true. If Yan Qili really wanted to debut, he might be able to help a little.

 

The TV series The Great Thief Never Stops was already in progress. The contract clearly stated that as long as Yannian sold the rights, he had more say in casting than the director. Yannian was a steady producer, writing at least one book a year, and every single one was a hit. Over the years, the name “Yannian” had become a massive brand with millions of followers. Therefore, film companies were willing to make compromises in the contract. An Jing had never interfered with casting before, but if Yan Qili liked it he couldn’t guarantee the lead role, but he was confident he could get him the second lead. Plus, with Yan Qili’s face, even if he only appeared for a few seconds, he would definitely become famous. He had that much confidence in Yan Qili.

 

Yan Qili didn’t know that An Jing’s casual words represented an opportunity that everyone in the entertainment industry was fighting for. Even if he knew, he didn’t care. Fame and power couldn’t dazzle the Prince of the North. To Yan Qili, the people giving him business cards were using very clumsy tricks.

 

Seeing Yan Qili refuse, An Jing gave an “Oh” and stopped talking. Actually, he couldn’t imagine Yan Qili acting. If the director kept asking for retakes and made the “Living Yama” unhappy, wouldn’t he eat the director alive?

 

 

Yuzhou Meng was very efficient. The next day, Jiang Chen contacted An Jing. There was progress with Yan Qili’s ID. But things had become complicated. Jiang Chen said it was best to meet and talk. They agreed to meet at a café in the afternoon.

 

After hanging up, An Jing looked worried. “Is something wrong?” Either it works or it doesn’t; what did “complicated” mean? Yan Qili poured himself a cup of tea, his face calm. “We’ll know when we get there.” No matter what happened, he would deal with it. An Jing couldn’t stay as calm as him and paced around the living room while biting his thumb. “What if we are exposed?” Would he and Yan Qili be arrested as suspicious people? The thought made An Jing restless.

 

As the person involved, Yan Qili held his tea cup with incredible steadiness. The porcelain cup looked very small in his hand. He rubbed the rim of the cup, then drank it all in one go. “I’ll go with you.”

 

Looking at Yan Qili, who drank tea as if it were strong liquor, An Jing felt a sudden sadness. This man should be riding a horse freely under the starry sky of the grasslands, not like an eagle with broken wings, trapped in buildings of steel and concrete. Restricted everywhere. But Yan Qili wasn’t happy in his original world either…

 

“Starting work.” The pre-set robot vacuum started on time, leaving a trail of water on the floor. It pulled An Jing back to reality. Forget it, thinking about these things was useless. It was still unknown if Yan Qili could ever return.

 

…

 

Jiang Chen didn’t say much on the phone. While waiting at home, the anxious An Jing calculated the possibility of running away to live in the deep mountains eight times. Near the meeting time, An Jing and Yan Qili left together. An Jing was carrying a small bag of coffee beans. Many authors work through the night, and An Jing and Jiang Chen were no exception; they needed tea and coffee to survive deadlines. An Jing liked tea, but Jiang Chen preferred hand-poured coffee. So, An Jing brought the most expensive coffee beans from his pantry. Regardless of the ID result, Jiang Chen had helped a lot yesterday, so he couldn’t go empty-handed.

 

“Over here.” Inside the café, Jiang Chen noticed An Jing first and waved. Seeing Yan Qili beside him, Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then gave a polite smile. He rested his head on his hand and winked at An Jing secretly, as if saying: Didn’t I only invite you? Why did your “good brother” come along?

 

There were very few people in the café at this time. An Jing, who had taken off his mask, replied softly: “It’s okay, there’s nothing he can’t hear.” Yan Qili pulled out a chair and sat next to An Jing. This was the person who sent those videos to the coward. And he was still making all these little gestures. When Yan Qili looked at Jiang Chen, there was no emotion in his eyes. Jiang Chen looked between the two, smiled knowingly, and stopped his secret winking.

 

The waiter brought coffee and desserts. Jiang Chen pushed a small cake toward An Jing. “This is pretty good. Try it, let’s talk while we eat.” An Jing wasn’t in the mood for sweets, but he gave Jiang Chen face and picked up a small silver fork. Jiang Chen didn’t beat around the bush and went straight to the point: “There’s some trouble with getting the ID.”

 

An Jing’s heart jumped. “What trouble?”

 

Jiang Chen’s expression became more serious. “Before I say anything, you two need to answer one question.” An Jing instinctively looked at Yan Qili and sat up straight. “Go ahead.”

 

Jiang Chen was asking An Jing, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Qili: “Jing, are you sure your friend isn’t someone with a suspicious or sensitive identity?” Like a wanted person or something. After getting a positive “no,” Jiang Chen frowned. “Then that’s strange.”

 

To get the ID, they had taken his fingerprints and blood sample. Yuzhou Meng had someone watch the progress, and the result… Jiang Chen said: “The feedback was that your friend is not undocumented. He already has identity information on file.”

 

An unexpected result. An Jing was stunned. “Not undocumented?” How could Yan Qili not be undocumented? That shouldn’t be possible.

 

Jiang Chen nodded. “Yes, he can be found in the system.” That was why Jiang Chen suspected there was a problem. Yan Qili didn’t have amnesia, so how could he not know if he had an ID? How did he live for the past twenty-plus years? Jiang Chen was originally worried that An Jing was being tricked, but Yan Qili’s reaction didn’t look like it. Yan Qili himself seemed truly unaware of this. It was very strange.

 

An Jing and Yan Qili looked at each other, both looking very serious. An Jing was filled with doubt. A paper person from a book has an ID in the real world? Is this the world’s way of fixing itself? Then what is Yan Qili’s identity in the real world? An Jing thought this and asked the question.

 

“That can’t be found yet,” Jiang Chen shook his head with regret. “Yuzhou Meng could only find this much. However…” Jiang Chen paused and added delicately, “If Yuzhou Meng can’t find it, ordinary people definitely can’t.”

 

 

After meeting Jiang Chen, the mystery didn’t clear up but grew larger. Back at home, the two sat across from each other. After thinking hard for a long time, the novelist An Jing had a wild idea: “Could it be that you didn’t travel here in your body, but your soul traveled into someone else’s?”

 

Yan Qili looked up and asked what the difference was. An Jing explained with gestures: “Soul travel means your soul took over someone else’s body, and that body has an identity in this world.” As for body travel, that was easier to understand.

 

“Impossible.” Yan Qili immediately ruled out soul travel. He was certain the body he was using was his original one.

 

An Jing’s shoulders slumped. “True…” He also felt soul travel was unlikely. After all, it was impossible to find a body in the real world that perfectly matched all of Yan Qili’s features. Even the mole on his hand was the same. An Jing also believed Yan Qili was “original” inside and out.

 

The problem returned to the start. An Jing: “Actually, there’s one simplest way.” Yuzhou Meng couldn’t find the details, but Yan Qili himself could. Whether he claimed amnesia or being lost, any excuse would do. After all, checking your own info isn’t illegal. If you say you’re lost, the police might even drive you home. The only concern was that they knew nothing about his identity in this world. What’s his name, his job, where is he from, his family… with all important info blank, acting hastily could easily lead to trouble.

 

Unlike An Jing, Yan Qili was thinking of another possibility—if he could come out of the book, what about others? His mother… could she be like him? An Jing guessed Yan Qili’s thoughts more or less, but he couldn’t say anything. Yan Qili’s mother had been dead for years; the timing was wrong. Even if he had a mother in this world, it was unlikely to be her.

 

…

 

In the second-floor study, the desk lamp lit up only a small area. An Jing sat at the computer, searching for “Yan Qili.” He tried to use technology to find some identity info. Nowadays, searching a name usually brings up several people with the same name. But when An Jing typed the name, he found nothing. He couldn’t even find someone else with that name. However, he found many news reports about the “Yan Group.” Even as a shut-in who didn’t go out to work, the Yan Group’s name was famous. The last time he heard it was when Sheng Li showed off his internship ID in the classmate group.

 

The company Sheng Li interned at was called “Yueyun,” which was average and not a top player. It wasn’t even listed. But Yueyun was backed by a gold mine—the Yan Group owned 32% of it. People working at Yueyun liked to brag and told everyone it was a subsidiary of the Yan Group. Backed by the Yan Group, no wonder Sheng Li kept showing off his ID and the office pantry.

 

An Jing clicked on a piece of news about the Yan Group. It said they won a bid for a new piece of land. He clicked another—the Yan Group made a breakthrough in carbon fiber and reached a deal with the state. Another—the Yan Group invested 2.5 billion… after clicking several, he found nothing useful. He closed the news and searched for something else: “Man, missing.” If Yan Qili had family in this world and had been missing for so long, they must be doing something, right?

 

…

 

While An Jing was searching for a needle in a haystack upstairs, Yan Qili downstairs was not sleepy at all. He sat on a rattan chair on the balcony, looking at the cloudy sky. The bright stars had fallen and turned into the neon lights of the city; the darkness that settled became the sky above. This world was turned upside down, just like his life. Utterly boring. Yan Qili remembered the warhorse that stayed with him through life and death, and the throat-burning liquor of the North. The wind from the grasslands was full of freedom.

 

When An Jing went downstairs to get water, he saw Yan Qili sitting alone on the balcony. He smelled a strong scent of alcohol and paused. Yan Qili, drinking alone, didn’t look at the person sitting next to him and didn’t speak. He just pushed a glass over. An Jing didn’t drink, but he collected a cabinet full of alcohol. He didn’t care about the year or type; he just cared if the bottle looked good. So, cheap fruit wines sat next to expensive high-proof liquors. An Jing looked at the bottle Yan Qili had opened. Wow, he has good taste. He had opened the bottle of white liquor that cost over 80,000 yuan.

 

“I can’t drink this.” An Jing tried a tiny sip and frowned from the spice. He pushed it back, got up, and took a bottle of fruit wine from the cabinet. It was plum wine, and the bottle was a light, pretty green. After drinking it, the bottle could be used as a vase. An Jing sat next to Yan Qili and opened the wine. “I’ll just drink this.”

 

Yan Qili glanced at him and let out a mocking huff. “That’s stuff for kids.”

 

An Jing also laughed. “Minors can’t drink; this is for adults too.” He poured a glass of plum wine and took a sip. It was sweet and sour, quite tasty. Feeling confident, An Jing poured a full glass and raised it toward Yan Qili. Yan Qili didn’t speak but casually raised his hand. The strong liquor and sweet wine clinked together with a crisp sound.

 

After a few glasses of fruit wine, An Jing copied Yan Qili’s relaxed pose and looked up at the sky. Under industrial pollution, it was hard to see a sky full of stars in the city. On a moonless night, the sky was foggy, with only one or two tiny stars visible. Time passed quietly. After a long while, just as Yan Qili thought An Jing was falling asleep, the latter spoke softly.

 

“Yan Qili.” A large portion of the high-proof liquor had been finished by Yan Qili alone, but his eyes were clear, showing no sign of drunkenness. He poured himself another glass. “Speak.”

 

An Jing looked at the non-existent stars above. “Have I… always forgotten to say I’m sorry to you?” Yan Qili’s movement paused, and he finally gave An Jing a glance. Turning his head, Yan Qili noticed that An Jing’s fair face was actually red under the pale light.

 

Yan Qili: … Drunk?

 

An Jing really couldn’t handle his liquor. In his whole life, he had never even finished a single beer. He had no chance to drink either. He had just tasted the strong liquor and then drank half a bottle of fruit wine like it was juice. His brain was now fuzzy from the alcohol. Yan Qili looked at An Jing’s red cheeks and checked the bottle—5% alcohol.

 

Yan Qili: … He drinks less than a cat in the North. With this tolerance, he had the nerve to sit and clink glasses with him? The “Living Yama” couldn’t tell if An Jing was drunk from the 5% wine or from the smell of alcohol in the air. Either way, he was drunk.

 

Feeling the alcohol, An Jing rolled over on the chair to face Yan Qili. He looked at him across the table, his tea-colored eyes full of apology: “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it…” He didn’t know a paper person could come to life. An Jing smelled like plum wine now. His speech was slow, and his breath smelled of plums. He wasn’t completely gone, just feeling the buzz. Taking this rare chance, he used the alcohol to apologize seriously to Yan Qili.

 

A beauty should be viewed under the light, and a socially anxious coward is the same. Even Yan Qili had to admit An Jing looked good. When drunk, his lips looked redder and his teeth whiter. His eyes and voice were soft. He looked very easy to bully. Yan Qili stared at the “easy to bully” person for a few seconds and actually did it—the “Living Yama” reached out, pinched the slightly red face of the little drunkard, narrowed his eyes, and threatened:

 

“An Jing, if you dare act crazy while drunk, I will throw you out.”