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47: Chapter 46: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger 47: Chapter 46: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger “Drinking?

Let’s drink!

Who’s afraid?” Song Yun retorted with a bravado like a fearless calf, causing Mei Feng to sneer inwardly.

Youth really couldn’t withstand a bit of provocation—one taunting remark, and they couldn’t wait to make a fool of themselves.

Li Shishi watched Mei Feng with sadness, thinking how naive the kid was.

Why challenge Song Yun of all things, especially to a drinking contest?

She still vividly remembered the scene of Song Yun and his friends drinking last time.

Even if you can handle your liquor, you can’t drink it like water, can you?

“I have many virtues, but my one fault is a bit of a temper—I must have a couple of drinks with people who catch my fancy or rub me the wrong way,” Mei Feng called over the server and ordered two shots of white liquor.

“Deep feelings mean down in one gulp; shallow ones, just a little sip.

This is my first time meeting you, so allow me to drink first as a salute.”

With a tilt of his head and a single gulp, Mei Feng drained his glass.

Song Yun just smiled and, following suit, drank until not a drop was left.

“Good, that’s the spirit!

Let’s continue.

I want to see how much you can actually drink,” Mei Feng boasted.

Yet, when he looked at Song Yun, disdain was apparent—the audacity to challenge him, the Prince of the Table, to a drinking match!

That’s courting death.

“Let’s have another,” Mei Feng didn’t give Song Yun a chance to speak and quickly filled their glasses.

With one glass presented to Song Yun and the other in his own hand, he said, “I’ll drink first in respect; as I said before, drink as much as you wish.”

“Fight hard, and try to floor your adversary on the first go,” Li Shishi whispered to Song Yun, tugging at his sleeve.

Song Yun smirked and imitated Mei Feng once more, downing the drink in one go.

With no food lining their stomachs and two shots of high-proof liquor down, even someone accustomed to drinking like Mei Feng felt it, but his tolerance was strong; such a small amount wouldn’t affect his speech or thoughts.

He poured another for Song Yun, “Three cups for tea but three shots for liquor.

The last cup is still in your honor.”

This ‘three shots to get drunk’ method, on top of not letting the opponent have any food, could confuse a less seasoned drinker, or even send them under the table.

Seeing Song Yun’s unchanged expression and the clarity in his eyes, Mei Feng knew he was facing a formidable foe.

“Ah, with a drinking buddy like you, a thousand cups are too few.

I’ll take a drink too,” said Mei Feng’s colorful-haired earring-wearing sidekick, stepping forward to challenge Song Yun.

“Ah, I can’t do this anymore, feeling a bit dizzy,” Song Yun suddenly acted as if he was close to drunkenness, his speech getting slurred.

Mei Feng saw this and smirked.

So the cool facade was all an act, eh?

Now that he sees a drinking marathon coming, he’s scared.

But while the other guy’s chickening out, he had to press on.

“What you’re saying isn’t right,” Mei Feng halted his underling’s attempt to help him and egged Song Yun on.

“The thing men fear most is being a letdown.

We’re all here by chance, and drinking is meant to be fun, not complicated.

‘Drink in the moment for there is no tomorrow’, right?

Why fret over everything else?

If we’ve started drinking, we can’t stop now.”

“Well, if that’s what you say, let’s cut out the bullshit and bring everyone you’ve got,” Song Yun slurred, pointing unsteadily at Mei Feng.

Mei Feng and his companions were taken aback.

The two behind him were seasoned drinkers too, and Song Yun was alone—brazenly challenging all of them.

Understanding his cue, Mei Feng signaled; if Song Yun was seeking his downfall, they’d gladly oblige.

“Song Yun, there are three of them.

If it’s too much, we can find an excuse to leave,” Li Shishi whispered.

“It’s okay.

I still stand by what I said; let’s drink however they want to drink today.

‘A man won’t perish; birds fly high not to die but to survive generations.’ There’s no need for nonsense at the drinking table,” Song Yun laughed loudly, his tone mocking, making everyone feel as though Mei Feng’s side was losing.

Provoked, Mei Feng sneered, “All right then, let’s see who’s superior in drinking.

No more silly games like rock-paper-scissors; we’ll do a straight drink-off.”

He ordered the waiter to bring several bottles of Guojiao, opened them one by one, and handed a bottle to Song Yun.

“We’ll compete in speed drinking.

Whoever finishes first wins.

If you don’t black out, we continue.

Of course, if someone can’t handle it, they are free to give up.

I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

“Fine, we will drink as you’ve suggested,” Song Yun smiled and nodded.

Not even the old booze hound could match him; born with an innate tolerance to alcohol, and regular drinking sprees at his sect had crafted an almost unbeatable ability.

It seemed today these three were going to crawl home.

“Alright, let’s begin,” Mei Feng said, pouring a glass to the brim and began imbibing straight from the glass.

“Song Yun, shall we go?

This kind of drinking really hurts the stomach,” Li Shishi said, a bit worried, tugging at Song Yun.

“It’s fine.” Song Yun flashed a reassuring smile at Li Shishi, took a sip of Guojiao, and discarded the use of glasses, opting to drink directly from the bottle.

Li Shishi was astounded, and so was Mei Feng, who’d been raised in a sea of liquor—damn it, who drinks like this?

Not even ancient heroes guzzled booze so fiercely.

In movies, although heroes drank heftily, it was mostly for show; liquor was poured over their bodies rather than into their mouths.

Yet, here was Song Yun, downing it mouthful after mouthful without spilling a drop.

Had this guy lost his mind?

Such reckless drinking could kill a man.

If you want to throw your life away, leave us out of it!

If we continue to drink by the glass while you chug, people will say we’re cowards.

Drinking should be authentic, not pretentious.

By the time the second bottle was a third empty, Mei Feng’s companions had hit their limits.

Seeing Song Yun gulping down Guojiao as if it were water, they staggered, and with a clatter, collapsed onto the table.

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