After that, Shi Lin and Monkey took turns plying Huang Yao with drinks. Sensing Shi Lin's intentions, many others also eagerly toasted Huang Yao.
But glass after glass, Huang Yao seemed completely immune to the alcohol, her face showing only the faintest blush.
"Brother Lin, something's not right with Huang Yao. I've already made two trips to the bathroom. How is she still not drunk?" Shi Lin, who had nearly been drunk under the table himself, was panting with a look of utter disbelief.
Even if Huang Yao had a high tolerance, she had been drinking with several people in a row. How could she possibly be unaffected? And yet, the truth was right there before them.
Shi Lin stared at Huang Yao and asked strangely, "Classmate Huang Yao, you don't feel even a little bit drunk?"
Huang Yao was also confused. "Now that you mention it, it is strange. I used to not even be able to finish a single bottle of beer, but this stuff just tastes like juice."
