"Gulu, gurgle—"
The sound of swallowing could be heard from time to time.
Huang Mao drank the Moutai in the cup in one breath.
After drinking a full glass of Moutai, Huang Mao's face showed a hint of warmth, but he didn't look drunk at all.
For a long time, he has been famous for his "ability to drink". After many competitions, no one among the young masters in HZ city dares to compete with him in drinking.
"Blowing out of a bottle is not as fast as drinking from a glass. Besides, how many bottles of this liquor can you blow out?" Huang Mao thought proudly in his heart and started drinking. His confidence in winning returned.
"I've finished drinking, why are you so slow?" Just when Huang Mao was feeling proud, Chen Feng's voice sounded faintly.
"Huh?" Huang Mao looked at Chen Feng in surprise.
Chen Feng was looking at him with a smile, but he said nothing. In his hand, he was holding an empty bottle, with the mouth facing downwards, without a drop of wine dripping out.
"So fast?" Huang Mao suddenly felt unbelievable: "How can it be so fast? Are you cheating?" As he said this, Huang Mao looked at the people around him with a questioning look on his face.
However, when Huang Mao saw the affirmative looks on everyone's faces, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"I finished my bottle, how about you?" Chen Feng shook the empty bottle in his hand and gestured to Huang Mao: "One bottle for me, one for you, this is fair."
"Finish it quickly, and we'll open another bottle!" Chen Feng said it calmly, but there was a kind of pressure that Huang Mao could not resist.
"I'm not afraid of you!" Huang Mao made up his mind and poured another full glass of Moutai into the wine glass. He tilted his head back and drank it madly.
"Humph, you just drink faster. I don't believe you can keep drinking so fast." Huang Mao thought to himself while swallowing the liquor in his mouth frantically.
After finishing one cup, Huang Mao immediately drank the second cup. After three cups, he finished the 500ml bottle of Moutai.
I have to say that Huang Mao can really drink quite a bit. He drank a whole bottle of liquor without his face getting red or him panting, only his breathing became a little heavier.
"Boy, I've finished drinking too. It's not too late to admit defeat now. Don't wait until you're so drunk that even your mother won't recognize you." Huang Mao looked at Chen Feng coldly without saying a single nice word.
"Boo—"
While Huang Mao was speaking, Chen Feng opened another bottle of Moutai.
"For the second bottle, I'll continue blowing it, you can do whatever you want." Chen Feng's very calm but extremely awesome words made Huang Mao choke slightly.
Isn't this looking down on me? What do you mean by letting me do whatever I want? It's as if you're letting me do whatever I want. At this moment, Huang Mao gritted his teeth and felt aggrieved. No one dared to talk to him like this at the wine table.
"Okay, if you blow, I'll blow too!" Huang Mao was so angry that he raised the opened bottle of Moutai to his mouth and started drinking it like Chen Feng.
People who drink alcohol must know that it is actually faster to drink from a glass than to blow out the bottle. The mouth of the bottle is so small that it is blocked by the mouth, so the amount that comes out each time is fixed.
Now, Huang Mao is facing such a problem.
“Gurgle gurgle—”
He sipped the wine in the bottle hard, but found that he couldn't drink it fast enough. Anxiously, he glanced sideways and found that Chen Feng was shaking the empty bottle at him.
"How is it possible to drink so fast!" Huang Mao's eyes suddenly widened, full of surprise: "This is unscientific, I only drank half a bottle, and this guy has already finished it? You know, we started drinking at almost the same time!"
"Ahem, ahem—"
In great shock, Huang Mao couldn't catch his breath and choked on a mouthful of wine, starting to cough violently.
However, Huang Mao felt uncomfortable when he saw Chen Feng staring at him. What kind of look was that? Was it contempt
Huang Mao held back his cough, bit the bottle mouth, and started drinking again.
After finishing the bottle of wine, Huang Mao finally recovered his breath and looked at Chen Feng without showing any weakness.
I was just choked just now. My limits are far beyond this.
"Again!" Chen Feng was very direct. He picked up another bottle of Moutai and poured it into his mouth.
"Hmph, I'm afraid of you!" Huang Mao was not willing to be outdone and hurriedly followed.
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"This is already the seventh bottle, why hasn't the winner been decided yet?"
"Yes, Mr. Huang has always been a very good drinker. I didn't expect that Miss Xiao's boyfriend is also so good."
"Hey, who do you think will win?"
"It must be Young Master Huang. When it comes to drinking, Young Master Huang has never been afraid of anyone!"
"Nonsense, didn't you see that Young Master Huang's face was as red as pig liver?"
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There was a lot of discussion around, and this "drinking contest" opened their eyes.
Huang Mao's condition today was definitely excellent, because his resentment towards Chen Feng gave him an extra boost. Originally, his limit was six bottles of Moutai, but now that he had finished the seventh bottle, he could still stand on his own.
However, Huang Mao was not proud at all. Chen Feng, who also drank seven bottles, still stood in front of him without changing his expression.
This guy is not a human being. These seven bottles are not beer, but genuine 53-proof Feitian Moutai. He drank seven bottles and didn't have any reaction at all
Looking at Chen Feng who was smiling at him, Huang Mao had the urge to admit defeat. There was no other way, his opponent was too powerful.
"Do you want to continue?" Chen Feng said kindly, "Drinking too much is harmful to your health. Just admit defeat."
"Give up? Bah!" It would have been better if he hadn't said that. When Chen Feng said that, Huang Mao jumped up angrily. The impulse to give up just now had long gone. He pointed at Chen Feng and cursed: "I'm not afraid of you, come again!"
As he spoke, Huang Mao grabbed the bottle of Moutai that had been opened beside him and poured it into his mouth. This was the first time today that he drank before Chen Feng.
"Hehe." Looking at Huang Mao, whose face was already red and his neck was thick from drinking, Chen Feng smiled helplessly, picked up a bottle and started drinking.
"Gulu, gurgle—"
Huang Mao swallowed the mellow wine in big gulps. Wine kept leaking out from his mouth, soaking his clothes and flowing to the ground. At this time, he could no longer taste the taste of the wine, he just drank it.
"I'm done drinking." Huang Mao shook the bottle in his hand, his body swaying as if he was about to fall down at any time.
"Are you coming again?" Chen Feng also shook his empty bottle and asked.
“Come on…” Huang Mao shouted, but his face suddenly changed drastically and he started vomiting while holding the table.
"vomit-"
A sour smell of alcohol spread along with his vomiting, making everyone frown.
"Huh, it stinks!" Xiao Lin couldn't help but say, covering her nose.
"Huang Mao, you lost!" Liu Hui looked at Huang Mao who was vomiting non-stop, with a smile on his face.
"How could I lose!" Huang Mao stood up suddenly, pointed at Liu Hui and shouted, "Come again, I can still drink!"
However, the severe dizziness made Huang Mao's body unstable. His feet went soft and he fell to the ground.
"Ugh—" A woman couldn't help but dry heaving, and then more people began to dry heave.
After Huang Mao fell, he unexpectedly fell on his own vomit. What was even more outrageous was that his face was right in the center of the vomit.
"I won't lose, let's do it again!" Huang Mao seemed to be completely unaware of his situation, still lying on the ground and shouting. His mouth opened and closed, sucking in some of the vomit on the ground.
"vomit-"
Liu Hui finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to retch!
"snort-"
At this moment, a loud roar was heard, causing everyone's heart to tremble.
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