Shen Tang: "..."
She really didn't want to answer the question of how well she could hold her liquor.
Could she say she was a lightweight?
No!
This was about dignity and principle!
She stubbornly insisted, "If I said I could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, would you believe me?"
Qi Shan's eyes plainly spelled out the words "In your dreams."
"Qi Yuanliang, you cannot pin your hopes on this."
Chu Yao understood Qi Shan's plan as soon as he heard it. Shen Tang was indeed a different person when drunk, more dangerous than when sober. But that didn't mean they could ignore the problems. Wu Lang's drunken state was bizarre and might not be controllable. Most importantly, Wu Lang was a Literary Scholar!
They couldn't overlook that just because she was so good at fighting.
Strategy was what Literary Scholars pursued.
What was the point of charging straight into the vanguard?
Chu Yao was slightly displeased, but Shen Tang reacted faster than he did. "Sigh, I knew you wouldn't believe me. Why don't you test my tolerance?"
She thought Qi Shan would give her an out.
Who knew—
Qi Shan said, "Fine. Let's try."
Shen Tang: "..."
She soon learned what "humiliation" felt like!
"Qi Yuanliang, what do you mean by this???" She nearly leaped to her feet and slammed the table, pointing at the pair of wooden chopsticks he'd brought out. Her face practically screamed, "Do you think so little of me?"
Why was she so accusatory?
Because Qi Shan had only dipped the tips of the chopsticks in wine.
Was he trying to feed a mosquito?
Qi Shan said, "One step at a time."
Shen Tang: "...You're ruthless! Fine, just you wait!"
She snatched the chopsticks with a dark look. Chu Yao reached out to