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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

I kept stealing glances at Xi Si. She said nothing.

She seemed to be watching the regimental

commander with deep feeling. My heart sank. She

might be falling in love with him. I would be

abandoned. I couldn’t help feeling sad. When I was

in low spirit, my ability to resist alcohol was greatly

reduced.

The regimental commander kept his back

straight. Confident and full of arrogance, he said,

“Let’s play some drinking games!”

“It’s time to have a drinking game!” the officers

cheered.

There were ten people around our table. Besides

Xi Si and the regimental commander, there were

eight other people, including Cock and the First Big

Barrel. Cock was the first man to challenge me. He

put nine big bowls in front of each person, except Xi

Si, and filled them with wine to the rim. Then he said,

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