Chapter 1897 — Drinking Contest, Part 1
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Bai Weituo was secretly grateful. Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe would never dare to do this unless they were sure of themselves—and He Meiyue, being their high school classmate, naturally knew their capacity for liquor inside and out. Her words just now had clearly been spoken in his favor. How could he not be pleased?
Only Wei Zhao inwardly lamented the waste. He Meiyue meant well, but she had actually done more harm than good. These two, of all people? He glanced at the five cases of beer at his feet and curled his lip. Even if they switched to baijiu, Wei Zhao would not be daunted.
He Meiyue's words left Zhang Duopan somewhat embarrassed—this was plainly shielding Bai Weituo! Zhang Duopan could not understand what was so special about Bai Weituo, or why He Meiyue insisted on taking his side.
"Haha, Meiyue, we were only joking. It's just that things were a bit dull—we wanted to liven up the mood!" Zhang Duopan gave a hearty laugh and said, "How about this: let's change the wager. The losers go to the private room next door, kick the door open, and shout, 'I x your mothers!' How's that?"
This was plainly meant to do them harm. If there happened to be some dangerous characters in the room next door, getting beaten up would be the least of it. Zhang Duopan's suggestion made Bai Weituo's expression shift slightly.
"You'll all be flat on your backs drunk, and you still want to go curse at people? Zhang Duopan, can you come up with something realistic?" He Meiyue was getting annoyed. "We all came out to have fun. Isn't this just making trouble?"
Nothing was acceptable to her—first one thing, then another. For a moment, Zhang Duopan truly could not think of any wager that would trip Bai Weituo up. If he proposed another one and He Meiyue shot it down again, wouldn't he lose even more face? At that thought, he simply said, "How about this, Bai Weituo—you two name the wager?"
"How about this: I'll make a suggestion. We switch the beer for baijiu, then we compete for speed—whoever drinks slower takes off a piece of clothing," Wei Zhao said. He simply wanted to stick up for Bai Weituo, so he intended to do no more than make these two lose face.
"Switch to baijiu and see who drinks faster?" Zhang Duopan frowned. He could not understand why Wei Zhao had suddenly made such a suggestion. Up to now, Wei Zhao and Bai Weituo had not said a word, and it had been He Meiyue defending them. So Zhang Duopan had naturally assumed that Wei Zhao and Bai Weituo were afraid of them. Yet Wei Zhao had now, contrary to all expectations, taken the initiative to propose switching to a liquor far stronger than beer—and to compete for speed on top of that. This struck him as rather baffling!
"Afraid to compete? Then forget it. As you said, we'll count it as your loss—from now on, stay away from He Meiyue and Wang Xinyan," Wei Zhao said mildly.
He Meiyue looked at Wei Zhao, a flicker of puzzlement passing through her eyes. Wang Xinyan, by contrast, looked rather bashful. Wei Zhao had never denied his relationship with her, and now that someone was pursuing her, why had he spoken up on her behalf? Could it be that he liked her?
Thinking of the several times Wei Zhao had come to her rescue, Wang Xinyan's formerly calm heart rippled ever so slightly. Perhaps this was what people called a hero saving the beauty... What a pity—a beauty could not offer herself in return...
"Ha, afraid to compete? What a joke!" If Wei Zhao had not said that, Zhang Duopan would certainly have speculated further about his true intentions. But Wei Zhao's aggressive tone actually set his mind at ease. He concluded that Wei Zhao had deliberately proposed a frightening style of drinking contest for the sole purpose of scaring them into giving up!
So Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe exchanged a glance, and Fan Ganhe said, "Baijiu's fine, but if we're drinking, it has to be the strong stuff—Red Star Erguotou, for real kick. How about it? Dare you?"