It was a medium-sized straight glass in the bar, with a capacity of about 400 milliliters, which means it can hold four taels of wine. Ordinary Leli beer has a 596 milliliter of alcohol, four degrees of alcohol, and ten glasses of wine are about a little more than six bottles, which is enough to make a person drunk.

Song Baojun thought to himself that these young boys of seventeen or eighteen years old wanted to make things difficult for me? Suddenly, he saw He Zun with a mysterious look on his face, and his eyes were filled with bad intentions.

The Golden Retriever gave a thumbs-up code in the audience, which could not escape Song Baojun's eyes.

Yes, they didn't intend to convince themselves. If they drink He Zun, there will definitely be another Li Xiangjie to challenge him again.

The rebellious child in his youth is the first, the second, the third, the third, the last time, when did he obey others? The good things he said before were just numbing himself and almost fell for the fool.

It seems that the experience of the otaku is far from enough to cope with this complex society. Fortunately, the obscene personality's ability to observe is still in effect.

I can easily deal with even the three-person team of Matt Kuangzhaoba. Is it afraid of a few unfamiliar little boys?

Song Baojun picked up the cup and said, "It's better to set a rule. After one party drinks a glass of wine, the other party must finish it within thirty seconds, otherwise it will lose. Come on, do it."

"It's done!" He Zun also raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp, and even lit the bottom of the cup to the other party.

Song Baojun immediately picked up the second cup and drank it all, smiled faintly and reached out to the third wine glass.

He Zun was not willing to be outdone, so he also drank the second, third and fourth cups.

Generally speaking, many people should not drink too quickly, otherwise the liver will not have time to deal with it, which can easily lead to acute alcohol poisoning, vomiting and dizziness. Song Baojun raised his glasses constantly, and He Zun naturally could not stop. By the time of the fifth cup, the speed had slowed down greatly and his eyes were a little straight.

Several other boys were watching, and the golden boy shouted: "Brother Zun, please hold on, don't let others underestimate our drinking capacity in the 28th Middle School."

The Korean exchange student Kim Woo Hyuk was still a little reluctant to listen to Chinese. He only fiddled with Samsung phones next to him, and occasionally glanced at Song Jingtong for a few glances, his eyes full of obsession.

Song Jingtong's face finally turned back and she said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, when did you know how to drink so well?"

"It's nothing that I'm just with you." Song Baojun raised his sixth glass of wine and said, "Student He Zun, the countdown to thirty seconds begins, are you okay?"

"Why can't it? I can drink it!" He Zun naturally would not admit defeat. He gritted his teeth and drank the sixth glass of wine, and his face was slowly stimulated by alcohol to turn red.

Since Song Baojun's appetite increased significantly, his alcohol content has also increased a lot, and he had four bottles of beer for each meal. The ten glasses of wine in front of him were really nothing to him. He continued his seventh cup and smiled very elegantly: "Little classmate, meeting is fate. Let us do this cup and enter a brilliant tomorrow from now on."

He Zun felt the accumulation of beer in his stomach and intestines, as if he had reached the esophagus. He gritted his teeth and took a sip. Suddenly, a violent breath surged into his throat, and he quickly closed his lips. However, the foam produced by the beer could expand the volume by more than two or three times, and he couldn't help but spray it out of his nose, and it was white.

He Zun quickly covered his nose with his hands, both embarrassed and angry. He made a fool of himself in front of his beloved goddess of the 28th Middle School and almost wanted to die on the spot.

Song Jingtong slapped the table and said, "I don't allow you to drink anymore! What's the point of making wine like this?"

He Zun took a few breaths before recovering, wiped off the beer foam from his mouth with a tissue, and immediately said, "Yes, since Jingtong is not allowed to fight for wine, it's not much fun, don't you think so?" He barely resolved the embarrassment.

Li Xiangjie replied: "Yes, Jingtong said it well. I hate drinking the most, which hurts both the body and the feelings."

Song Baojun just didn't say anything, drank all the remaining three glasses of wine one by one in order, and then he smiled without changing his face and said, "That's right, I agree."

This is like slapping He Zun naked on the face. He Zun's slight malice that he had planned to tease the other party immediately turned into hatred. Moreover, after drinking, his mind was even more difficult to control his emotions. His eyes rolled and he sneered: "Brother, did you just say you were watching the Black Snake Photon's performance?"

"I'm waiting for my friend. I happened to have a performance from Black Snake Photon and came in to see it. It feels OK."

"Ahh!" He Zun laughed and said, "Most of the customers in this bar are loyal fans of Black Snake Photon, so do I know why they are so outstanding? How much flavor can you taste the song "Eternal Farewell" just now?"

"Uh, I think the sound is quite distinctive."

He Zun snorted dissatisfiedly: "I think you don't know anything at all, just a fake fan. Just like you, you are here to stay in the bar, you are so disrespectful to the Black Snake Photon."

"Haha, I came here with a learning attitude." Song Baojun took out a cigarette and sent one to everyone present.

Song Jingtong shouted again: "Brother! When did you learn to smoke? I don't allow you to smoke!"

Song Baojun had to wipe out the cigarette butts and said, "Do you have to smoke when you are in a social event?"

Seeing that he was not bad, He Zun felt more and more proud and sneered: "I think you have been worshiping Black Snake Photon for many years. Have you taken a few of their signature CDs, posters, and autobiographical novels? Have you ever taken photos with them?"

"That's true, there's not."

He Zun turned around and took out a soft book in his bag and threw it on the table, shouting: "Take it, I'll give it to you, no thanks!"

The book is very beautifully bound, titled "Rock on the Moon", and the cover is a black and white image of four people from the Black Snake Photons band, which is very avant-garde.

Song Baojun opened the cover and saw a string of handwriting on the title page, and he couldn't tell what was being drawn.

He Zun was already extremely proud of his face, his nostrils almost turned to the top of his head, and he smiled and said, "There are only one hundred autobiographical novels signed by Black Snake Photon in the city. I took a lot of effort to get them. Haven't you seen them before? I don't expect you to think about them before. Hum... Hum!"

Song Baojun had a lot of cold sweat on his forehead: "I really didn't think about it." It seems that the movie "Rock on the Moon" sold only 100 copies.
Chapter completed!