265: Chapter 265 Liu Zaiyong vomited and got drunk.

Qin Chuan instantly saw through what Liu Zaiyong was thinking. He sneered, but his face showed no emotion. Instead, he raised both hands in agreement.

"A thousand cups of wine are not enough when meeting a bosom friend, so let's have a good drink."

No matter the time, there are always people who love to watch the chaos. Someone quickly brought over two large glass cups, the kind that held half a catty each.

Liu Zaiyong was secretly delighted. These cups were perfect; he figured that after two cups, Qin Chuan would be dead drunk.

But outwardly, he said, "Comrade Qin Chuan, aren't these cups a bit too big? How about we switch to smaller ones?"

How could that be? It had to be these large cups; small ones wouldn't do.

Qin Chuan said, "Since the cups are already here, let's not change them. Let's just use these."

Seeing such large glasses, the others stopped drinking and eating, transforming into spectators, watching the show from the sidelines and even cheering.

They hadn't expected such a good show on the very first day of registration.

Some clever people had already realized that Liu Zaiyong was planning to get Qin Chuan drunk. They didn't know why, but could he already have some issue with Qin Chuan on the first day?

"Fine, then we won't change them."

Unable to hide his joy, Liu Zaiyong picked up the bottle and poured the wine himself. Soon, both cups were full, and he lifted one.

"Comrade Qin Chuan, you're right. A thousand cups are not enough when meeting a bosom friend, so how about we down it in one gulp?"

"That's a must. It's rare to meet someone as straightforward as Brother Liu, so we must down it in one gulp."

"Good, then I'll go first."

Liu Zaiyong raised his glass and gulped it down, finishing the full cup. The crowd cheered.

Even with a high tolerance, half a catty of moutai hitting his stomach made his face flush red, and he felt a bit uncomfortable, quickly trying to suppress it.

Qin Chuan didn't waste words; he picked up his glass and finished it in two gulps.

His face didn't flush, and his heart rate didn't spike; it was as if he hadn't drunk moutai, but just a glass of plain water.

"Good! Good!"

The fellow students watching the show cheered and even applauded.

Liu Zaiyong was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected Qin Chuan to finish it so easily, and with hardly any change in his complexion.

Hmph, he's just relying on his youth. Let's see what you do when the alcohol hits you later.

I must press the advantage and make him drink two more. I don't believe he won't get drunk after a catty and a half of liquor.

As for himself, drinking a catty and a half wasn't a big problem; he could barely manage two catties. In their circle, "Liu Two-Catties" was no empty title.

"Brother, great tolerance! That was satisfying. Come, let's continue!"

Liu Zaiyong opened another bottle of moutai and poured the wine himself again.

Both of them downed another half catty of liquor.

Qin Chuan still showed no reaction, his face unchanged. Liu Zaiyong was different; the alcohol was rushing to his head, and he felt a bit uncomfortable, but he believed it was still within his control.

He specifically gave a thumbs up, "Brother, impressive, impressive. It's good to be young."

Fang Xueqing gently tugged on Qin Chuan's sleeve and reminded him, "Stop drinking. When the alcohol hits you in a moment, you'll collapse."

After drinking a catty of moutai, he was probably just relying on his young body; once the alcohol kicked in, he would surely get drunk.

Liu Zaiyong thought the same. He felt one catty wasn't enough to be safe, as the other guy was young. He said loudly, "Comrade Fang Xueqing, don't interfere. This is a matter between me and Comrade Qin Chuan. We haven't had our fill yet."

"Right, right. We are evenly matched and having a great time. You women stay on the side and just watch the fun."

Fang Xueqing gave Qin Chuan a coquettish glare and thought to herself, 'He won't listen to advice. Let's see how you clean up this mess when you get drunk later.'

Therefore, she stopped interfering, but her heart was completely suspended, convinced that Qin Chuan would definitely get drunk.

Someone had already poured two more glasses. Liu Zaiyong said loudly, "Come, come, let's toast again."

District Mayor Shao Changqing stepped forward, "Comrade Liu Zaiyong, how about I take this cup for Comrade Qin Chuan?"

He was genuinely worried that Qin Chuan would get drunk.

Liu Zaiyong certainly wouldn't agree.

"That won't do. This is a matter between me and Comrade Qin Chuan; others cannot intervene."

How could District Mayor Shao Changqing give up so easily? "How about this then: I'll drink two cups, and you drink one."

"That won't do, won't do. You go aside; I'll only drink with Comrade Qin Chuan," said Liu Zaiyong.

Qin Chuan was very clear about his own alcohol tolerance. He figured no one in this world could get him drunk. "Comrade Changqing, I appreciate your kindness, but I'll handle it myself."

He picked up the glass and finished the full cup in two or three gulps.

In three to five minutes, both of them had downed a catty and a half of moutai. The surrounding area erupted in shouts again; they really loved to watch the chaos.

Liu Zaiyong was feeling a bit tipsy, and the alcohol was starting to hit him. Seeing that Qin Chuan seemed completely fine, he started to have second thoughts.

Damn it, I didn't expect his tolerance to be this good. He's young; I can't keep drinking, otherwise, I'll be the one to pass out.

"Comrade Qin Chuan, that was satisfying today. Let's stop here."

Qin Chuan said, "Comrade Zaiyong, we are a nation of etiquette, and we value reciprocity. You toasted me three big cups—no, four in total, plus that small one earlier. I won't return four; three should suffice."

What! You still want to return the toast!!!

Liu Zaiyong was a bit dumbfounded and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, no need to return the toast. I appreciate your kind intentions."

Qin Chuan sneered inwardly. 'You wanted to get me drunk, and now you want to run? Not a chance.' Thus, he said loudly.

"Comrades, tell me, should I return the toast? Should Comrade Liu Zaiyong continue drinking?"

District Mayor Shao Changqing was the first to agree, shouting, "That's a must! You have to return the toast. Comrade Liu Zaiyong, your tolerance isn't that great either; you're backing out after three cups?"

"Right, right. You toasted him four cups, and Comrade Qin Chuan is only returning three. You can't back down!"

"Liu Zaiyong, you aren't trying to be a coward, are you!"

"Aren't you running for class monitor? You can't be a wimp!"

This crowd really loved to watch the chaos. With everyone chiming in, Liu Zaiyong was stuck in a dilemma; he had to drink.

Seeing this, Liu Zaiyong steeled himself and encouraged himself, thinking that in the end, it was still unclear who would get drunk.

Thus, the two continued, though this time it was Qin Chuan returning the toast.

After one cup, Liu Zaiyong clearly couldn't hold it down anymore and showed signs of wanting to vomit.

The spectators quickly stepped back two paces, worried that Liu Zaiyong would vomit on them.

Another cup went down—this was the fifth cup using the large glass. After downing a total of two and a half catties, Liu Zaiyong finally vomited.

Mouthfuls of alcohol mixed with food scraps were vomited all over the floor, and then, he was clearly drunk.

Some people don't make a fuss after getting drunk and just fall fast asleep, while others make a complete fool of themselves; Liu Zaiyong belonged to the latter.