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

Cock had been drugged out to sleep, he took his

place to challenge me. He filled a fourth bowl with

wine and emptied it out. I did the same. When we

drank the seventh bowl, he was shaking, and I was

too. My head was swimming and my movement

became slow. When the eighth round began, I only

consumed half of it and then slipped under the table.

The First Big Barrel followed my example and also

slipped under the table.

Why did I fail in the drinking game? Because I

was sad. I was low in spirit. I was worried about

myself. I was worried about losing Xi Si. I became

weak. When I was in such a state of mind, my ability

to resist alcohol was reduced.

I don’t know how I got to the dormitory. When I

woke up, I found that it was broad daylight. My head

was aching terribly. I was thirsty. Just as I was going

to get up to get some water, Xi Si came in. She said,

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