How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 406 Counterattack
In the private room.

Everyone looked at Zhang Wen, who was leaning back in his chair, with surprise and admiration in their eyes.

He drank two bottles of Maotai without getting drunk; he's practically a god of war at the drinking table. Oh, and he needs three more cups.

It's worth noting that both Jiang Hong and Yao Ruiyang are frequent guests at drinking parties, and they've never been seen getting drunk during gatherings.

What is this called?
This is what they call the Yangtze River's waves pushing the previous ones forward.

Looking at Jiang Hong, who remained motionless, and Yao Ruiyang, who was slumped over the table, it was clear that their attempt to steal a chicken had backfired, resulting in the loss of both their friend and themselves.

Pan Jiang awkwardly put down the empty wine bottle in his hand, then returned to his seat, his old face already flushed red.

Oh no, I miscalculated again.

However, he did not give up, nor was he willing to accept defeat.

The guy surnamed Zhang was clearly unsteady on his feet just now. If it weren't for the students supporting him, he probably would have fallen under the table long ago.

If you give them another bottle, or even just a cup, they'll throw up all over the floor like Lao Yao did.

Thinking of this, he looked at a friend and winked at him.

Now that things have come to this, we absolutely cannot give up halfway through our efforts.

Wu Junxian received the signal but did not make any move for a long time.

He thought the young man had good drinking manners and was very considerate of everyone. It was really too much to ask so many people to make him drink. He should at least let him rest for a while and eat something. He shouldn't make his intentions too obvious, or it wouldn't sound good if word got out.
So after thinking it over, he chose to ignore Lao Pan's signal, pretend he didn't see it, and focus on being a good cook.

Pan Jiang, however, grew impatient and coughed incessantly, trying to attract Wu Junxian's attention.

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

"Teacher Pan, what's wrong? Did you choke on your drink? Do you want some water?" Zhang Wen asked with concern.

"No, no, I just felt like something was stuck in my throat, but it's fine now," Pan Jiang quickly explained. Seeing that Lao Wu was still focused on eating, he could only look at the others.

When Zhang Quan saw that it was finally his turn, he immediately gave Lao Pan a reassuring look.

He was quite confident in dealing with someone who had drunk two and a half bottles of Maotai.

Even a seasoned drinker couldn't possibly remain unharmed after drinking three bottles of Maotai.

Zhang Quan stood up confidently and looked at the young man opposite him, saying, "Little Zhang, they've all drunk with you. If I don't drink with you, it would seem like I'm looking down on you. Actually, among all the people here, we're the closest. We both have the surname Zhang, so maybe we were family five hundred years ago. I'm older, so you can just call me Brother Quan from now on. Come on, let's have a drink together."

After saying this, worried that the other person would find an excuse not to drink, he took two bottles of Maotai and went over, opened one bottle and handed it to the other person.

He's a senior, and also an older brother; if I don't accept, it would be disrespectful.

Upon hearing Zhang Quan's words, many people's expressions changed, especially the women present. Even those who had known each other for many years looked at Zhang Quan with disdain.

Xiao Zhang has already drunk two and a half bottles, can't you see he's almost done for?
Is it too petty to keep pouring at this point?
If word gets out, people won't just say that so-and-so made Xiao Zhang drink alone; they'll just say that the whole table of people made Xiao Zhang drink alone, and even the women will be implicated.

Jiang Li's face had turned cold; she was determined not to let Teacher Zhang drink any more tonight.

However, just as she was about to ask Zhang Quan to sit down, Teacher Zhang spoke up.

"Brother Quan, when I saw you backstage at the concert, I felt a special connection with you. You know what, maybe we really are relatives. For the sake of this kinship, I have to have a drink with you, Brother Quan."

After Zhang Wen finished speaking, he stood up. Perhaps he stood up too quickly, or perhaps he had drunk too much, because his body suddenly swayed twice. Fortunately, he managed to grab the table and didn't fall down.

Zhang Quan's eyes lit up when he saw it. Given the other person's current state, he would definitely pass out after drinking this bottle of wine.

"Well said. Drink this bottle of wine, and you'll be my brother."

"Alright, whoever can't finish it is a coward." Zhang Wen took the bottle, held onto the table with one hand and the bottle with the other, and gulped it down.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Quan thought to himself: Young man, don't be so arrogant next time.

Then he started drinking too.

Although he had mentally prepared himself, Zhang Quan's brows still furrowed involuntarily after taking a few sips.

Normally, I would only take a sip at a time, and the burning sensation would only last for a short while, which would subside after eating a few bites of food. But now, as I drink one sip after another, the burning sensation continues, and the more I drink, the stronger the feeling becomes.

It started in my mouth and went down to my stomach, then gradually spread throughout my body. My brain became increasingly sluggish, and my consciousness became somewhat blurred. When I glanced around, I even saw two identical people.

Two Zhang brothers?

Could it be that the opponent can create shadow clones?

If that's the case, should I have another bottle after I finish this one?

Holy crap, how come another Brother Zhang has appeared?

Now there are three Zhang brothers.

The thought of drinking two more bottles sent shivers down Zhang Quan's spine, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness, the world spinning before his eyes, and his body uncontrollably fell backward.

With Jiang Hong and Yao Ruiyang's experience, the other friends were already prepared and immediately reached out to support Lao Zhang when he fell.

However, while they could prevent Old Zhang from falling, they couldn't prevent him from vomiting.

With a "vomit," he vomited up everything he had drunk and eaten, with nowhere to hide.

Tang Rengang's face darkened. Old Yao had just vomited all over his pants, and now Old Zhang had vomited all over his clothes. Had these two planned this? His brand-new Zegna clothes were now completely ruined.

He dragged and pulled Old Zhang back to his seat, then went into the bathroom next door to wash off the vomit.

He could tolerate vomiting on his pants by wiping it off, but vomiting on his clothes was something he simply couldn't stand.

To be honest, if I hadn't turned my head quickly, I might have vomited on his face.

Tang Rengang took off his coat and T-shirt and started rinsing them under the tap, getting angrier the more he washed.

Instead of getting Xiao Zhang drunk, they made him vomit all over him. What kind of situation is this?

He had made up his mind to stay in the bathroom a little longer and not leave until the dinner was over.

"Brother Quan, why did you throw up?" Zhang Wen put down the bottle, placed his hands on the table, and looked at Zhang Quan who had returned to the opposite side. "You have to keep drinking. Didn't we agree that whoever can't finish their drink is a coward? You're my brother, you can't be my coward."

Zhang Quan's lips twitched; his confident demeanor had long since vanished.

He certainly didn't want to be the other party's grandson, but he was so dizzy that he could barely stand up, let alone continue drinking.

If you drink it again, you'll definitely need to go to the hospital.

If someone takes a picture of this, it'll be the headline of the entertainment section tomorrow.

He couldn't help but look at Pan Jiang, seeking his help. After all, he had gotten Xiao Zhang drunk to vent his anger, and he couldn't just stand by and watch him become Xiao Zhang's grandson.

Pan Jiang's face was as black as the bottom of a burnt pot.

They're usually all clinking glasses and shouting that they won't leave until they're drunk, so why are they all so quiet today?

He didn't want to drink for Zhang Quan, because who knew if there was any vomit in the bottle? But he had already drunk for Yao Ruiyang, and if he didn't drink for Zhang Quan now, wouldn't it seem like he was favoring one over the other?
Pan Jiang gritted his teeth and looked at the swaying young man opposite him, thinking: Why the hell are you going to fall down already!

You can drink one bottle and not fall over, then drink another and still not fall over. Are you a roly-poly toy?
He cursed inwardly, but finally stood up, forced a smile, and said, "Old Zhang isn't feeling well today, I'll drink for him."

"It seems Teacher Pan is in good spirits today," Zhang Wen said with a smile, his eyes already glazed over and his gaze beginning to wander.

"It's alright," Pan Jiang said.

“Alright, then please begin your performance, Teacher Pan,” Zhang Wen said.

"..."

Pan Jiang was speechless and could only go to get Zhang Quan's wine bottle.

You won't know until you try it, and once you do, you'll want to curse.

There was only half a bottle left.

Although Yao Ruiyang hadn't finished his drink, he only had about an ounce left. Zhang Quan, on the other hand, only had half a bottle left, which was about half a pound. He might collapse if things went wrong.

What a terrible teammate. Pan Jiang glanced at Lao Zhang, then gritted his teeth and started drinking.

Why did he step forward and offer to drink for Old Zhang?

Even if you vomit, you have to drink the food you took on yourself.

Glug, glug!
Having already drunk quite a bit of alcohol, Pan Jiang felt nauseous and vomited after just a few sips. He could even feel his heart racing and his tongue becoming unresponsive.

After taking two more sips, sweat started to appear on my forehead, my back, and even the hand holding the bottle.

Just as he was trying to endure it, he suddenly felt a chill and his body involuntarily shivered. Then he felt the liquor enter his trachea and he coughed violently.

"puff!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Pan Jiang was bent over, coughing until his face was red and the redness extended all the way to his neck, and tears were streaming down his face. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Although they were surrounded by friends, some pretended to be asleep, others felt dizzy, and not a single person offered a word of concern, especially the women who hadn't been drinking.

They all looked on with amusement, thinking: Didn't you say women shouldn't get involved? Well then, we won't get involved.

Pan Jiang coughed for a while before stopping. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of food, trying to relieve the burning sensation in his stomach.

He couldn't tell if it was the smell of cilantro or pepper, but the stench made his nose itch, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Ah!"

As his head slammed down, his mouth unfortunately struck the rim of the wine bottle, followed by a painful cry from Pan Jiang's mouth.

"what!"

Pan Jiang covered his mouth, raised his head, and his face was contorted with pain.

He slowly removed his hand, which was covered in blood, except for two extra teeth.

My tooth was knocked out.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the black hole Pan Jiang had described.

Even goddesses who are usually on stage were internally screaming "Holy crap!" at this moment.

what's the situation?
Sneezing and knocking out my front tooth? That's incredibly unlucky!
The women looked at the men present, some lying face down, some unconscious, some with missing teeth. Was this retribution?
They tried to get Xiao Zhang drunk, but Xiao Zhang was fine. Instead, those who wanted to cause trouble all met with bad ends, while Wu Junxian, who didn't try to get Xiao Zhang drunk, was completely unharmed.

"Old Pan, are you... are you alright?" Jiang Hong asked, his voice trembling.

"Huh?" Pan Jiang turned his head to look, as if to ask: What do you think?

"..." Jiang Hong then realized that his question was completely unnecessary.

"Teacher Pan, quickly drink some wine and rinse your mouth!" Zhang Wen shouted.

He thought to himself: No wonder it's called a bad luck charm; it can make people lose their teeth in any environment, any place, and under any conditions.

After hearing this, Pan Jiang picked up the bottle, but suddenly realized something was wrong. Drinking at this moment would only worsen the pain and hinder the normal healing of the wound.

He quickly put down the bottle, picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, gargled, and then spat the water into the glass.

The mineral water had turned into blood, a bright red color, just like pomegranate juice.

"I think we should call it a day," Jiang Li said, standing up. Then she looked at Pan Jiang and said, "Old Pan, let's go to the hospital."

Pan Jiang waved his hand after hearing this, "No need, you guys continue, I can go by myself."

After saying that, he gave Wu Junxian a wink.

The rest is up to you.

Wu Junxian silently withdrew his gaze, thinking: What the hell is going on? Still not giving up? I'm not playing with you guys anymore.

He took out his phone from his pocket, pretending to check the time, and said, "Let's call it a day. Jiang Li has been preparing for the concert for so long and sang all night. She must be tired. Go back and rest. If you want to drink, we can get together again later."

"You're right, let Sister Li get some rest."

"Sister Li, we'll be going now. Let's make another appointment another day."

The women inside the room stood up one by one to say goodbye to Jiang Li.

Seeing this, Pan Jiang could only sigh inwardly, blaming himself for picking up that piece of food; otherwise, he wouldn't have sneezed.

He glanced at the man surnamed Zhang, seemingly casually. The man was squinting and being supported by two students, appearing unsteady on his feet.

Ugh!
Pan Jiang sighed inwardly.

It's a pity, it was just a little bit short.

"Zhao Tong, you guys take Teacher Zhang back to her room. I'll see everyone else off," Jiang Li said to Zhao Tong and the others.

"Okay, Sister Li." Zhao Tong nodded, then she and Zhang Jiajia helped Teacher Zhang leave the private room.

Su Jin, Cheng Sisi, and Chen Silu followed closely behind, ready to replace Zhao Tong and Zhang Jiajia at any time.

"Sister Li, Teacher Zhang has a pretty good alcohol tolerance," Liu Yuqing said.

These words immediately made the other men present feel embarrassed. What frustrated them most was that they couldn't refute Liu Yuqing's words, because that guy surnamed Zhang really could drink a lot.

"I'm not feeling well today. I'll ask him out another day, and I'll definitely make him throw up," Zhang Quan said confidently.

"Old Zhang, you're like a cooked duck, all you have left is your stubbornness."

"Exactly, do you think we don't know your alcohol tolerance? Can you drink three bottles of Maotai? Teacher Zhang not only drank three bottles, but also had three extra cups. Can you do that?"

The women all teased him.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Quan's phone went dead.

Three bottles plus three cups is definitely not enough.

"Crack!"

Chen Silu opened the door and then quickly made way for her.

Zhao Tong and Zhang Jiajia carefully supported Teacher Zhang, afraid that she might bump into something.

However, the moment I entered the room, I suddenly felt a lightness in my body, and then I saw Teacher Zhang stand up straight, and his eyes, which had been closed the whole time, opened. His gaze, which had been wandering in the private room, was now deep and clear.

“Teacher Zhang, you…” Zhao Tong’s brain short-circuited, as did everyone else’s, because Teacher Zhang didn’t seem drunk at all at this moment.

"I'm fine," Zhang Wenfeng said casually. "A few bottles of wine are nothing to me, like drinking water."

"But you were in the private room just now."

“It was an act. If I hadn’t pretended to be drunk, why would they have stood up one after another to drink with me?” Zhang Wen explained.

No one can escape unscathed after plotting against him.

Since that man surnamed Pan wanted to team up with others to get him drunk, he decided to turn the tables and get those people drunk instead.

Zhao Tong and the others stared in surprise, carefully examining Teacher Zhang. Only when they saw that Teacher Zhang seemed to be truly alright did they finally believe it.

"Teacher Zhang, you're amazing!" Cheng Sisi said admiringly.

"Teacher Zhang, is this what they call a counterattack?" Su Jin asked.

"Teacher Zhang, how do you manage to drink three bottles without getting drunk? Can you teach us?" Zhang Jiajia asked expectantly.

“It’s very simple!” Zhang Wen said, “Just practice cooking more. Alright, you all should go back to your rooms and rest. We have to go back to Beijing tomorrow. If anyone gets up late and misses their flight, I won’t wait for them.”

After saying that, he shooed the person out and then closed the door.

He didn't want to be misunderstood.

……

(End of this chapter)