Chapter 1897 — Drinking Contest, Part 1
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Sure enough, as soon as Bai Weituo finished singing his song, Zhang Duopan spoke up: "Brothers, I showed up late just now. I was supposed to treat everyone, but since you've already put down the deposit, all I can do is buy some beer to make it up to you!"
"Drinking... maybe that's not such a good idea?" Song Xiaodao had no prospects here anyway—Wang Xinyan was already spoken for, Bai Weituo was already contending for He Meiyue, and Chai Xiaoling was deep in animated conversation with Zhao Shengji. Song Xiaodao had no intention of trying his luck here, and besides, he had never had much tolerance for alcohol, so naturally he did not want to drink.
"It's fine, we're all college students now. If you can't drink, just take it easy!" Zhang Duopan was not targeting Song Xiaodao, so whether he drank or not hardly mattered. Having said that, Zhang Duopan looked at Bai Weituo provocatively and said, "Brother, you've finished your song—time to wet your throat, no? Don't tell me you can't drink, because then I'd really have to look down on you!"
Zhang Duopan had not said it outright, but Bai Weituo understood his meaning perfectly well: a drinking contest!
In front of He Meiyue, Bai Weituo was naturally unwilling to show weakness. If he admitted defeat now, wouldn't he lose all face?
"Drink, then. Who's afraid of you?" Bai Weituo's tolerance was not particularly good, but boys of that age always let their pride get the better of them. He knew full well it was a provocation, yet in front of a beautiful girl he could not help but take the bait.
"Wei Zhao, how about you and me?" Fan Ganhe asked, looking provocatively in Wei Zhao's direction. Wei Zhao was sitting with Wang Xinyan, and Fan Ganhe had never been able to get a word in. Now that he had an opportunity, he was certainly not going to let it pass.
Wei Zhao had not wanted to take part in such a pointless game, but one look at Bai Weituo told him that the boy was determined to fight it out to the end. Wei Zhao shook his head helplessly. Since Bai Weituo had called him "brother," he could hardly stand by and do nothing.
"One-on-one is so boring. Here's how it'll be: Bai Weituo and I against the two of you. You want a drinking contest, don't you? You could have just said so." Wei Zhao saw through their intentions without the slightest mercy, which left Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"Fine, a drinking contest—you said it yourself!" Zhang Duopan said, quick to seize the opening. But his words drew contempt from He Meiyue and the others; no one present was a fool. Clever as he was, he made it sound as though Wei Zhao had been the one to propose the contest—yet everyone knew perfectly well who had brought the beer over.
"I said it," Wei Zhao nodded.
Wang Xinyan frowned. She could not understand how Wei Zhao had ended up facing off against Fan Ganhe. He clearly did not like her, so there was no need for him to get mixed up in this—and now he had changed his mind? Wang Xinyan's heart tightened for no apparent reason, and then she shook her head again.
"A drinking contest—then let's put something on the line. Otherwise, what's the point of drinking like this?" Fan Ganhe was a seasoned drinker. One-on-one, he worried that Zhang Duopan might not be able to outdrink Bai Weituo, but two-on-two, they could cover for each other. That was why he dared to be so confident.
"What's the wager?" Bai Weituo asked.
"The losers give up pursuing Meiyue and stay away from her!" Zhang Duopan said.
"If you want a drinking contest, don't use me as a bet. Who I choose to be friends with isn't for you to decide." He Meiyue knitted her brows and spoke with evident displeasure.