"Go Luo Qian!"
Chen Shuheng and the others were still cheering words of encouragement. Luo Qian and Ren Feng drank six more bottles. By this time, Luo Qian couldn't help but burp.
His stomach couldn't hold anymore. Even drinking so much water, he'd need to go to the bathroom. The opponent should be finished too, right?
Luo Qian looked up, but was shocked to find Ren Feng's face wasn't red, he wasn't panting nor his heart beating fast, and he was still smiling like nothing happened.
Damn, am I drunk and confused?
Although there's not much alcohol in beer, after drinking so much, one should feel something.
Ren Feng kindly said, "Classmate, you're done, better stop drinking. A draw is also okay."
"Who's done? I haven't lost yet."
Luo Qian picked up another beer and poured it down his throat.
But at that moment, Luo Qian finally felt blocked up to his throat, and the feeling of drunkenness was growing stronger.
