Chapter 272: Drinking will lead to mistakes, it’s up to your heart. Ye Lang didn’t like to hear this, thinking about how he was a northern man who grew up in the south. When he was in school, he drank the whole class, and when he was practicing martial arts, he drank all his fellow apprentices.
Now a little girl is questioning his drinking capacity. How unreasonable!
Ye Lang sneered, took out a bottle of fresh beer, opened the lid and drank a bottle, wiped his mouth and spoke directly:
"Ace bottle blower, applying to go into battle!"
Zhu Yuting was stunned by the sudden momentum. It was just a question, what was the point of showing off a bottle right away?
She doesn't understand that if you ask a man who grew up in the south or the north how much he can drink, it's like asking him whether he wants to eat at the children's table or the adults' table.
For people from the north, it is difficult to drink eight glasses of water a day, but drinking eight bottles of beer only requires one sentence: If you can't finish it, don't drink it.
Zhu Yuting chuckled, her fingertips traced a half circle on the rim of the cup, her eyes flickering slightly:
"Okay, then let's see tonight who falls first."
She was confident about her alcohol tolerance, as she had grown up drinking homemade rice wine without alcohol.
Moreover, the withdrawal from the internet and the abuse she received over the years had made her accustomed to drinking alone every day, with alcohol becoming her only comfort.
Gradually, she found that her alcohol tolerance was getting better and better, and she could even drink a whole bottle of 52-proof liquor without changing her expression.
As the most famous Jiugui Liquor in Hunan Province, its rich aroma blooms layer by layer on the tip of the tongue, strong but not dry, with a long-lasting sweetness.
During those years, she drank alone in the old house in Xiangxi, drinking alone under the moon, with her shadow as the three of them, and her drinking capacity improved day by day.
Drinking beer is just a piece of cake for her.
She leaned forward slightly, placed the wine glass gently on the stone table, raised her eyes to look at Ye Lang, with a hint of provocation in her eyes.
Ye Lang found it interesting that there was finally someone at home who could drink with him.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled, poured her a full cup, and said leisurely:
"Then you better be careful. If you get drunk, I will do whatever I want."
Zhu Yuting snorted lightly, her fingertips paused slightly, but the smile did not reach her eyes:
"Then you can try it."
She thought to herself, what I want is this sentence of yours.
I have never seen such a filthy man. He is obviously a pervert. He brought me here but refused to even touch me.
I know you can't take care of it all, but as long as you are willing, no one would dare to refuse to organize a badminton doubles match, a 3v3 basketball match, or even a football match.
Brought just to see what it means.
Fortunately, I was sharp-eyed and took the opportunity when other people at home were catching up on sleep to take the initiative.
Otherwise, you will have to wait in line for your turn, and who knows how long it will take.
A breeze blew across the garden, and a chrysanthemum petal gently fell into the wine glass, creating ripples.
Zhu Yuting didn't care and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Seeing the wine accidentally flowing out of the corner of the man's mouth opposite, her eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly leaned forward, gently twisted her fingertips, and wiped away the wine stains from the corner of his lips.
While drinking, the two chatted about the past naturally like old friends. Those youthful dreams passed by their ears like the wind.
Ye Lang also gradually got to know this Hunan girl who accidentally entered the live broadcast industry.
As an old internet celebrity, she once had tens of millions of fans on the entire network. Inevitably, she was caught in the vortex of capital and traffic, and was praised to the altar and then pushed into the abyss.
Those days buried her like an avalanche, and abuse came like a tide. She could only swallow the bitterness alone in the darkness of the old house, and a jar of wine would take up half the night.
But the wine couldn't completely drown her.
The woman before me no longer had that deliberate loli voice, but was becoming more and more real and lively. Her eyes had the clarity that comes from the mountain fog in western Hunan after it has dissipated.
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