From one bottle every two minutes, his pace slowed to one every five. Before they knew it, twenty minutes had passed. Several empty bottles were piled up in front of the male student, and the color on his face had changed from a drunken flush to a deathly pallor.
GULP.
He set down the beer bottle, still half full. As the world spun around him, his entire body began to feel weak.
"What? Wimping out with half a bottle left?" Qin Fan downed another bottle in about ten seconds before looking at the young man dismissively. "Fine, if you're going to wimp out, then wimp out! You don't have to drink anymore. Next!"
"Who… Who said I'm not drinking? I'll drink it!" Provoked by Qin Fan, the student couldn't bear the taunt. Amid the crowd's shouting, he forced down the rest of the bottle. But before he could even set the bottle down, he collapsed, completely out cold.
