It's a pity that our classmate Xiaofan is really hopeless. A dozen beers, six bottles for each person, and by the time he reached the fourth bottle, Xiaofan was already struggling. Right after he finished the fifth bottle, the kid just slumped onto the table.
As for Shen Zuimo, having destroyed all six bottles of beer, her little face was just a bit flushed, looking extremely cute with a rosy glow.
"Tch, how pathetic. Already drunk?" Zuimo said as she opened the bottle of beer Xiaofan had left unfinished and started pouring it into her own mouth.
Shen Zuimo had lost her memory, so she couldn't recall how good her alcohol tolerance was. She didn't know that during her training to become a qualified assassin, handling alcohol was a necessary skill she had to master. When disguised as various people while targeting someone, poor alcohol tolerance would easily give her away.
