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Chapter 67 Ning Rongrong, Unfazed by a Thousand Cups

When everyone returned to the lounge, Ma Hongjun, Master, and Flander were already waiting for them.

Seeing Flander's wildly upturned lips, Han Feng rolled his eyes: "Dean! You've made a lot of money, haven't you? Shouldn't you reward us heroes?"

Normally, let alone asking Flander to treat you, even mentioning money to him would make him furious—a student? Dare to ask him for money, he'd curse even his own student!

This time, however, Flander simply chuckled, raised his hand in a gesture of apology, and said with a smile, "No problem, no problem! I'll treat you guys to a feast later! A victory celebration! Congratulations to the little monsters on your first team battle victory!"

Ma Hongjun, who was feeling down because he didn't get to play, suddenly brightened up when he heard that Flander was going to treat him to a meal, and all his negative emotions disappeared!

Upon hearing this, Han Feng looked at Flander in disbelief, then, as if realizing something, murmured regretfully, "I was too hasty!"

This battle not only showcased the brilliance of the Shrek Eight Monsters and enhanced Shrek's reputation, but also brought Flander a fortune. One can imagine Flander's feelings at this moment, but all he got was a meal from Flander, which was really too little!

But since the words had already been spoken, Han Feng couldn't take them back. He could only think about how to make the most of his meal!

If Flander knew what Han Feng was thinking at this moment, he might just kick Han Feng out.

But is Han Feng really the only person with this idea?

Didn't you see? Ma Hongjun's eyes were practically green with envy! Even Dai Mubai's backache and leg pain vanished instantly!

The fact that even the stingy Flander could bleed made everyone extremely excited. Oscar was no longer worried. He gave everyone a recovery sausage and rushed excitedly towards the largest and most expensive hotel in Soto City.

The master smiled and postponed the post-battle summary, not intending to spoil the happy atmosphere.

At the celebration banquet, the master and Flander left early—it was a gathering of the younger generation, and the presence of these two elders made everyone uncomfortable.

After the master and Flander left, the crowd quickly became lively. Someone started a commotion and brought over several cases of ale, ready for a drinking contest until everyone was drunk.

Han Feng remained calm. He had a clear understanding of his own alcohol tolerance. Although he wasn't a lightweight, he certainly wasn't a heavy drinker either. However, he couldn't resist the nagging from Dai Mubai and the others. After forcing himself to drink a few cups, an unnatural flush appeared on his face. When Han Feng realized this, he quickly pretended to be drunk and hid to the side, eating in silence.

Han Feng looked at Dai Mubai, who was drinking heartily in the crowd, and pouted with pity.

He vaguely remembered that among the seven people in the original story, there was one who could drink exceptionally well, and he managed to get everyone drunk. Although he didn't remember exactly who it was, it definitely wasn't Dai Mubai!

At the rate Dai Mubai drinks, he'll definitely collapse in ten minutes at most!

Sure enough, someone soon fell behind. Ma Hongjun and Oscar rolled their eyes, bent over, and hugged each other in a daze, their expressions lewd, and it was unclear what they were thinking.

The others gave them a disdainful look and made no intention of helping them separate—let them feel disgusted when they wake up tomorrow!

A few minutes later, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing couldn't hold on any longer. Dai Mubai put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder and started rambling on and on, spouting all sorts of sweet nothings that would make Han Feng's teeth ache and all sorts of embarrassing love stories. He didn't care whether Zhu Zhuqing heard him or not, and then he fell asleep.

Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed red as she held her wine glass and slowly slumped down.

In the end, only Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong remained.

Xiao Wu shouldn't count; she's almost at her limit, making a huge fuss and spinning around in place.

Ning Rongrong's face was also flushed, and she smelled of alcohol. Only Tang San sat in his seat, his face showing no sign of anything amiss. He held a wine glass in one hand and rested the other on the back of his chair, his eyes half-closed, seemingly looking at everyone with disdain.

Watching this scene, Han Feng couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder he's the protagonist!"

But then, after getting Xiao Wu drunk, Ning Rongrong gracefully moved to Han Feng's side. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Ning Rongrong wasn't as timid as usual; she reached out and brushed her hand across Han Feng's face: "Han Feng, why aren't you drinking?"

Han Feng, thinking he'd been caught hiding from the alcohol, became a little nervous: "I drank! Of course I drank!"

"But you didn't even take a wine glass..." Ning Rongrong said with a sly smile.

Although Han Feng wasn't drunk, he was a little dazed and didn't notice Ning Rongrong's subtle expression. To cover up his "crime," he snatched the wine glass from Ning Rongrong's hand and drank it all in one gulp: "Look! I finished it!"

A look of surprise flashed across Ning Rongrong's face, and she seized the opportunity to say, "No! You're cheating!"

Han Feng frowned. The beer wasn't very good, and if it weren't for the atmosphere, he really wouldn't want to drink it.

"What's so good about this stuff..." Han Feng snorted irritably, already showing signs of being a little drunk.

"No way! You said we wouldn't leave until we were drunk!" Ning Rongrong insisted, her big eyes fixed on Han Feng.

Han Feng thought about it and realized that he did say that before. He was in a bind, but then he thought, how much could Ning Rongrong, a little girl, drink? She's probably only lasted this long because everyone is letting her have her way. Anyway, Tang San is the best drinker, so why should he be afraid of Ning Rongrong?

Thinking this through, Han Feng hardened his resolve: "We won't leave until we're drunk! Come on! I'll drink with you!"

Ning Rongrong was overjoyed upon hearing this, her eyes gleaming with even more cunning: "Great! Drink!"

After a few rounds of drinks, Han Feng noticed something was amiss.

Han Feng's vision was starting to blur, and he could only vaguely hear Ning Rongrong saying something; his consciousness was beginning to fade.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly at Han Feng's expression, tentatively poking his cheek. Seeing no reaction, she softly asked, "Han Feng, Han Feng!"

"What?!" Han Feng frowned and called out weakly.

"What do you think of Ning Rongrong?" Ning Rongrong's pretty face was so red it was almost bleeding, but she still asked the question.

Han Feng closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair: "Ning Rongrong? She's alright... just too willful. If she weren't so willful with me, she'd be a good friend..."

Upon hearing the word "friend," Ning Rongrong visibly panicked: "But she's already changed!"

"Did you change it? Maybe..." Han Feng replied casually, his voice trailing off.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip. She wanted to continue asking, but knowing Han Feng was about to fall asleep, she didn't dare hesitate and quickly changed the subject: "Han Feng! Do you have a girl you like?!"

"Yes! Han Feng will always love Sister Qianqian!"

Ning Rongrong's question should have been ignored. As soon as she asked, Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, slammed one foot on the table, and roared as if making a vow.

Ning Rongrong was startled, but then asked nervously, "Who is Sister Qianqian!?"

"Sister Qianqian is Sister Qianqian! Who else could she be!?" Han Feng frowned and shouted in dissatisfaction, "Sister Qianqian likes me so much! She calls me Xiao Feng, and I call her Sister. If Sister Qianqian weren't in Tian Dou City, I would definitely go to see her!"

"Xiao Feng? Sister? Heaven Dou City?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, a strong sense of crisis welling up inside her. She grabbed Han Feng's hands and asked in a panic, "You call her 'sister'? He calls you 'Xiao Feng'?"

Han Feng glared at Ning Rongrong and slapped her hand away: "Sister Qianqian is eighteen years old now, and I'm twelve. I call Sister Qianqian 'elder sister,' so what's wrong with Sister Qianqian calling me 'Little Feng'?!"

Upon hearing Han Feng's words, Ning Rongrong immediately relaxed, patting her flat chest playfully, and murmured, "Thank goodness!"

Han Feng didn't hear what Ning Rongrong was saying behind him. He rolled his eyes, lay down on the table, and fell fast asleep.

Han Feng couldn't understand why Ning Rongrong could drink so much until the very last second before he lost consciousness!

(End of this chapter)