Gold was just looking to see him make a fool of himself, but he was determined not to let her succeed.

"Good intentions taken for donkey liver and lungs, clueless!" Gold looked down on him with contempt, fuming inside.

"Pfft! Who needs your charity? I'll have you know, I, Lin Yifan, would rather pick up trash than accept your charity," Lin Yifan responded.

"Fine then! Since you're so proud, don't you ever come asking for my help," Gold retorted.

The reason she was so arrogant was that most of the classmates there had sought her help before. She assumed Yifan would be no exception, especially now that she was a rich and powerful "wealthy lady," capable of resolving many issues.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't come to you," Yifan stubbornly replied.

Gold was livid, pouting and simmering with anger.

The classmates around her came over to comfort her, telling her to ignore that poor guy.

"Dressed in coarse cloth, looking like a country bumpkin, how could I dine with such a lowly poor person tonight?" Gold was very annoyed.

However, her disdainful remark was met with Lin Yifan's fury.

"Bang!"

Lin Yifan slapped the table and rose, pointing at her and bellowing, "What did you say? Say it again if you dare!"

"I said you're a lowly poor person, what about it! Want to kill me? Come on! If you dare, come at me!" Gold taunted, unafraid of Lin Yifan.

She had two bodyguards outside. At her command, the two Gold bodyguards would immediately rush in and attack Lin Yifan; that was the confidence behind her confrontation with him.

"Damn it! I'll kill you, you shameless bitch!" Lin Yifan was about to leave his seat but was held back by Er Dan and a few other close friends.

"Hey, hey! Yifan, don't mind Gold, she's always like that, we can just have our own conversation."

"Right! Yifan, don't be impulsive, don't mind that cheap girl."

With that persuasion, Lin Yifan managed to suppress the anger in his heart.

That was just Gold's nature, born with a proud face. If you took her seriously, you really lost.

Meanwhile, the classmates around Gold advised her not to bother with Lin Yifan; they could have their own conversation. Paying attention to those living on the lower levels was beneath them.

Gold liked what they said, so she cooled her anger and ignored Lin Yifan.

As a result, the table split into two groups, each enjoying their own lively conversations and laughter.

On Lin Yifan's side, his old close friends toasted to drown their sorrows, eating and drinking heartily.

On Gold's side, they also played drinking games, having a blast.

Before long, an offhand remark from Er Dan once again sparked a confrontation between Lin Yifan and Gold.

"Yifan! Not bad! With so many years gone by, not only has your drinking capacity not declined, but it has actually increased. It looks like tonight no one here is your match!"

He had clashed with Lin Yifan over two bottles of Maotai, and he was quite overwhelmed.

However, Lin Yifan looked unfazed, with only a slight flush on his face, everything else seeming normal.

You see, it wasn't just him drinking with Lin Yifan; there were a few other classmates too. The fact that Lin Yifan drank so much and was still fine really impressed him.

This drinking capacity must be at least equivalent to five bottles of Maotai.

But Gold didn't like hearing that.

Frequenting nightclubs and hooking up with tycoons over drinks, she considered her drinking capacity unmatched. Otherwise, she wouldn't have still been a virgin before meeting her current wealthy boyfriend.

So, she said with dissatisfaction, "Who says no one can match him! This old lady's record of eight jin of white liquor remains unbeaten!"

"Oh! Do you dare to have a PK match with me then?" Lin Yifan taunted back, not backing down either.

"PK then PK, who's afraid of whom!"

"Just PKing is boring, how about we add a bet?" Lin Yifan asked, luring Gold into a deeper hole.

"Sure! I love that kind of thing," Gold readily agreed.

"Whoever loses has to shout 'I am the grandson' three times in front of everyone, and post it on their social media. How about that?" Lin Yifan asked.

"OK! No problem!" Yellow replied without any hesitation, readily agreeing.

She was confident she wouldn't lose, which is why she was so fearless.

Actually, many arrogant people think they're very awesome, but is he really the most awesome?

The PK was set, and soon the Maotai liquor was placed in front of both participants.

Yellow's alcohol tolerance was eight jin of spirits, and each bottle of Maotai is five hundred milliliters, the equivalent of one jin of spirits. Nine bottles of Maotai, that's nine jin. If Lin Yifan could finish these nine bottles, he would essentially have won.

Therefore, they laid out nine bottles of Maotai for the PK to start with, and would discuss further if it went beyond that!

"Ready?" Yellow, with one foot on a chair, posed as if she was about to dominate the competition, no longer feigning nobility and restraint.

"Hmph! Just for show." Lin Yifan sneered at the corner of his mouth, then responded, "Bring it on! Grandson! Let's see who can drink more!"

"Who's the grandson is yet to be determined! Don't end up getting slapped in the face by this old lady!" Yellow snapped back.

"Then let's start!"

"If we're starting, then let's start!"

Having retorted, both immediately grabbed a bottle of Maotai and began to drink.

"Gulp gulp!"

Watching the two gulp down their drinks, the classmates around them enjoyed the show, cheering them on.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

"Awesome!"

"Impressive!"

"Chug! Just one word for it, chug!"

"Knock him down! Knock him down!"

...

"Gulp gulp!"

Soon, both had finished two bottles of Maotai liquor; still, it seemed neither was willing to let the other win.

Overall, Lin Yifan was a bit faster; and you have to understand, this was him intentionally slowing down. If Lin Yifan went all out, it would probably scare everyone present.

"Wow! Yifan really is something! He drank so much just now, and he can still keep going. I'm really impressed!"

Brothers on Lin Yifan's side exclaimed, truly shocked by his alcohol tolerance.

On the other side, Yellow's supporters were also a bit impressed by Lin Yifan's drinking ability.

Yellow was their acknowledged booze champ, unbeatable, and yet, this stinky kid Lin Yifan, after years away, was drinking even faster than the battle-hardened Yellow. It was indeed unthinkable.

However, they thought Lin Yifan's approach was foolish.

It's like a 1500-meter track race; if you start too hard and run too fast, you're bound to collapse from exhaustion in the second half, or slow down to a crawl.

So, the best was yet to come, and they believed that Yellow would surely catch up.

To give Yellow a bit of courage, they started to shout their encouragement.

"Yellow! You can do it!"

"Yellow! You can do it!"

"Yellow! You're the strongest! Take down that stinky kid!"

"Yellow! Beat him! Beat him! Crush him!"

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