Chapter 1898 — Drinking Contest, Part 2
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Seeing the look on Bai Weituo's face, Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe grew all the more reassured. To their minds, Wei Zhao was just talking tough.
"Waiter, bring me two bottles of Red Star Erguotou!" Fan Ganhe threw open the door of the private room and shouted to the waiter outside.
"Sir, my apologies, but we don't sell that particular liquor here..." the waiter said awkwardly.
"If you don't sell it, then go buy me two bottles!" With that, Fan Ganhe pulled out three hundred yuan and handed it to the waiter. "Off you go. Keep the change as a tip!"
"Yes, sir!" The waiter was overjoyed. In the supermarket, a bottle of Red Star Erguotou cost only about ten yuan, so he would pocket two hundred and eighty in all—why not? Though regulations required him to hand over fifty percent of any tip, what remained was still a hundred and forty, and all for a quick errand. He was only too glad. "Would you like the fifty-six proof or the sixty-five proof?"
"The stronger the better!" Fan Ganhe shot Wei Zhao a provocative glance and spoke coolly.
"Right away, sir!" The waiter turned and ran off.
Fan Ganhe had drunk baijiu before, and his capacity was quite formidable. He had never touched anything as strong as sixty-five proof, but two bottles of ordinary forty-proof liquor posed him no difficulty whatsoever, so he was not the least bit afraid of Wei Zhao.
As for a speed contest—he refused to believe that a scrawny fellow like Wei Zhao could outdrink him, a physical education student.
"Xinyan, do you think he can really pull this off? Your man looks full of confidence, but don't let him get the worst of it..." He Meiyue had taken the seat Wei Zhao had vacated and whispered to Wang Xinyan.
"My man? What are you talking about..." Wang Xinyan's face flushed at once. "How would I know whether he can hold his liquor... though he should be fine, I think..."
In Wang Xinyan's eyes, Wei Zhao was a rather capable person, and surely would not do anything he was not sure of.
"Look at Bai Weituo—he probably can't drink much. And you may not know this, but that Zhang Duopan is only so-so too. Fan Ganhe, though, is a bottomless barrel—he's a sports scholarship student, and back at school, after evening training, a whole bunch of them would go drinking. He's long since built up his tolerance..." He Meiyue sounded a little worried.
"Meiyue, don't tell me you've taken a fancy to Bai Weituo?" Having been teased by He Meiyue all this while, Wang Xinyan finally seized her chance to tease back.
"Haha, I just think he makes a decent impression—not as flashy as Zhang Duopan!" He Meiyue smiled faintly, making no effort to hide her thoughts.
Wang Xinyan looked at the unashamed He Meiyue with some surprise, then suddenly understood. This was college now, utterly different from high school days. Dating was perfectly normal; even the teachers turned a blind eye. Who would bother with secrecy anymore?
It was she herself who, bound by an engagement, had yet to adjust to this environment, and probably came across as terribly shy.
"That's true enough." Wang Xinyan nodded, covering her feelings.
"Xinyan, what are you really thinking? Do you like Wei Zhao or not? If you don't, I'm going to introduce him to one of my girlfriends. With credentials like his, it would be a shame to waste them." He Meiyue said with a laugh.
"Don't..." Wang Xinyan blurted out instinctively, but no sooner had she spoken than she realized she had overstepped, and would only make He Meiyue misunderstand. She had meant to say that Wei Zhao already had a girlfriend, so there was no need to introduce anyone—but that was Wei Zhao's private business, and she had no right to speak of it, so she shut her mouth.
"Haha, see? You do have feelings for him." Certain she had guessed Wang Xinyan's mind, He Meiyue laughed heartily.