The second round of battle lasted from a little after eight until nine thirty. A bunch of guys were going all out, draining more than seven cases of beer alone,
Zhang Yang, who had already drunk quite a bit in the first half, felt a bit dizzy and staggered towards the restroom.
Meng Fan, who was responsible for driving, had stayed sober. Seeing Zhang Yang swaying, he hesitantly followed him.
Struggling to suppress the churning in his stomach, Zhang Yang entered the restroom and started vomiting profusely.
Meng Fan patted his back and handed him tissues, staying busy for quite a while before Zhang Yang could straighten up.
"If you can't handle it, don't drink! Why push yourself? There's no outsiders here!" Meng Fan was rarely seeing Zhang Yang so drunk, feeling a bit sympathetic.
