Chapter 1070: Chapter 1104: Playing the Fool to Outsmart the Strong

The mature lady clapped her hands and agreed with Tang Zhe’s method with a wide smile.

“Yeah, I think it’s great too. This can lighten the usual dining atmosphere. Everyone came to dine today for a good time. Although it’s a bit over the top, we can certainly keep it moderate.”

Another beauty chimed in with laughter.

“…”

Lin Zifeng said nothing and just concentrated on eating his food. He’d have to run errands later; if he didn’t eat something now, he wouldn’t have the energy.

“You guys really know how to fool around,” Mu Yang said reluctantly, rolling her eyes at them, then turned to look at Lin Zifeng, as if seeking his consent. She wasn’t worried Zifeng would lose; she was just afraid that if he did, he’d regret not wearing more clothes.

“Do you think it’s okay?” Mu Yang asked.

“I’m not really good at drinking,” Lin Zifeng said sincerely.

“You aren’t really bad at drinking, are you?” Mu Yang opened her mouth slightly, feeling a bit regretful. She shouldn’t have agreed to let Lin Zifeng compete in drinking.

Tang Zhe chuckled easily, “Mr. Lin, don’t worry. We’re just playing around. If you don’t want to strip, of course, we won’t force you. After all, you’re Mu Jie’s boyfriend, we must respect your wishes.”

“Okay, I’m not too good at drinking,” Lin Zifeng nodded, although he hadn’t said the next part: once I start drinking, who knows how much I’ll have…

Those three guys were having a blast, and seeing Lin Zifeng nod in agreement, the other loyal friends of Mu Yang quickly prepared glasses for them and asked the server to bring three bottles of Moutai, definitely the strong kind.

They filled up more than a dozen cups; Tang Zhe sneered repeatedly, with a smile at the corner of his mouth. He just wanted Lin Zifeng to embarrass himself so he could show off his prowess.

Ah… life is filled with the smell of pretense.

Soon, under the encouragement of those few enthusiastic women,

Tang Zhe started drinking heavily, one cup after another.

After each drink, a few inexplicable signs of pain always appeared on his fair face, twisting his expression.

In contrast, Lin Zifeng’s performance was even more exaggerated.

He drank each cup in two sips, and with every sip, he put on a very exaggerated expression, exclaiming, “So awful, I’m about to throw up.”

This statement excited Tang Zhe more and more. After drinking more than a dozen cups, he clearly felt his stomach turning, but hearing Lin Zifeng say that, he kept encouraging himself to keep drinking, a bit more, just a bit more, this bastard is about to vomit; once he throws up, then all I’ve drunk wouldn’t have been for nothing. As soon as he vomits, I’ll have won.

The burning sensation of Moutai on the stomach is particularly strong.

One cup after another going down will definitely cause extreme discomfort in the stomach.

But after drinking more than ten glasses, this tricky guy in front is still having a drink, sighing that he’s about to throw up.

Damn it!

If you’re going to throw up, then hurry up and throw up for crying out loud! Are you going to throw up or not?

Tang Zhe finally drank until tears almost flowed. Almost every time he drank a glass, he held back tears.

The glasses were not big, just a mouthful of wine, but nobody could stand downing more than twenty in a row.

“Ugh…”

Finally, Tang Zhe vomited. He quickly ran to the corner and vomited until his innards almost came out.

Lin Zifeng smiled, a sly grin appearing unintentionally at the corner of his cold and sharp mouth.