"Thrilling!"
Brother Wu laughed loudly as he pulled up the short-haired young man, "Let's go again!"
This round of drinking brought them to six bowls, almost two catties of alcohol ingested.
"May I have the honor of knowing Brother's esteemed name?"
Brother Wu filled the short-haired young man's bowl again.
"Zhou Ziyang!"
The short-haired young man exhaled a breath of alcoholic air; the drink was quite throat-burning, but not very strong, and now he just felt a bit dizzy, not drunk.
"Brother Zhou, please!"
Brother Wu continued to urge the drinks, and he still drank first.
"How long are we going to drink?"
Xia Hongyao was curious.
"It's not until we drink ourselves to death, right?"
Liu Langqing had a good alcohol tolerance; if passing the test was just about drinking, she wouldn't have a problem.
"I guess there's some key point, once reached, we probably won't have to drink anymore!"
The big aunt speculated.