After more than a month of intensive activities, the work of the student union has been temporarily given a period of relaxation. In order to treat everyone and enhance the relationship between various departments, the Secretariat organized a dinner party at the level of deputy minister and above in consultation with various ministers. We all received notices from our respective ministers the day in advance, but instead of eating and drinking with a bunch of unfamiliar people, Lao Zhao felt that it was better to stay in the dormitory and play games to upgrade. Da Biao's squad leader originally planned to participate in the dinner, but before leaving, he was instigated by Lao Zhao, and finally stayed with him to "fight zombies" "without embarrassment".

Without the company of Lao Zhao and Da Biao's squad leader, I instantly felt a little bored, and I didn't want to go to the party. The text message asking for leave from the minister has been editing, but the urging phone call has come. There was another deputy minister who came to make an appointment to go together, there were senior sisters from other departments who came to tell me to be on time, and there was also the minister who asked me to behave well at night...... As a procrastination patient, I eventually dragged out my choice, and after a few phone calls, I had to go, after all, it was too much trouble to refuse one by one. And it will be a little embarrassing to meet and work in the future, and besides, the seniors and seniors usually take good care of me at work, not to mention that if we really don't go to any of our dormitories, it will inevitably make people have ideas.

The place of the party was a hot pot restaurant, and the time of the notice was 6 o'clock in the evening, and I went to find another deputy minister after class, and the two of them went out of the school gate and took a taxi to the place where they ate. I heard that this booked hot pot restaurant is a more famous hot pot restaurant in Cha Ha Chong, and it is economical, which is very suitable for students like us. At the same time, the weather in Cha Ha Chong is already in winter, and the sky is occasionally filled with snowflakes, which is the perfect match for hot pot.

The driver was supposed to take guests to this hot pot restaurant often and dropped us off at the door after a few turns. When we arrived at our destination, we hurried upstairs and found that everyone had basically arrived. The secretariat arranged four tables, and the hot pot in the middle of the table was already boiling, and the side was already full of various shabu-shabu. Among them, the beef and mutton rolls on the large plate were particularly conspicuous, and a minister's shout came from the ear: "Let the waiter serve more meat!" "I'm trying to find acquaintances so I don't have an awkward conversation. After a simple scan, I found my classmate, but unfortunately her table was full. In confusion, my minister beckoned us both to sit down with him. The minister's table is full of seniors, and I am also an old face in the student union office, everyone knows me and greets me. I sat next to a senior sister, and I always provided her with pictures, so we knew each other well. After sitting down, I naturally had to be courteous, and I was very happy.

Although the teachers of the college were invited this time, after all, it was a dinner party for the students, so in order to make us more free and relaxed, the teachers naturally decided to make it interesting. Drinking is indispensable for dinners, especially in Chahachong, as the saying goes, there is no banquet without wine. After everyone was almost there, bottles of beer began to open. The Chairman stood up and made a toast, first affirming everyone's work in the past two months, expressing his heartfelt gratitude to us, and then hoping that everyone will continue to work hard for the future of the Faculty of Arts in the coming days. After speaking, the chairman motioned for everyone to toast. Under the leadership of several ministers, everyone who was listening carefully in their seats got up one after another and drank all the wine in their cups with the chairman's "Cheers". After the first glass of wine, everyone began to use chopsticks to shake the meat, and then took the table as a unit to fight their own battles, anyway, the food was "public money", so naturally it was necessary to make it vigorously, and the meat and wine were constantly sent to the table.

The senior sister sitting next to me has been replacing wine with drinks, and the seniors at the same table naturally began to coax her and asked her to change to beer. The minister saw that I usually had a good relationship with my senior sister, and began to give me tasks to "advise" me successfully. I didn't know how to speak, so I asked my senior sister in a solicitative tone, and she said to me with a wry smile that I really couldn't drink. I understood it and immediately gave up the idea of persuading her to drink, and even began to feel a little pity for the jade, but began to help her block the wine. In this way, I naturally became the target of the table fire. After a few beers, I became a little flustered, and I began to talk more, and began to brag about my good drinking: "I usually drink baijiu." As soon as these words came out, everyone naturally wanted to ask how much alcohol was, I thought about Xiao Lizi that time, and said casually: "One catty!" (At that time, there was no concept of how much a pound was) After speaking, he asked the minister if there was any liquor. The minister saw that I didn't look like I was drunk, and I shouldn't be bragging, so he asked the waiter for a bottle of liquor.

A bottle of liquor whose name I had never heard of was delivered to me, and without saying a word, I opened it and poured it into the glass, and then began to "pile drive". When I first took the first sip, the pungent, strong smell almost choked me. After all, it is liquor, it is impossible to dry it in one gulp, every time you clink glasses, you can take a sip, and after a circle, you will see the bottom. Seeing my desperate appearance, the seniors at the table were very distressed, and kept telling me to drink less, drink slower, and eat more. Originally, I just went through the motions and pulled down after a lap. Unexpectedly, the more I drank, the more excited I became, and I actually liked the taste and coolness, and I didn't think the cup was bold enough, so I changed the bowl directly. With a bottle in my left hand and a bowl in my right, I began to "attack" the other tables under the leadership of the minister. After the minister wanted me to introduce one, I poured a sip of wine into the bowl, slammed it against the other person's glass, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp. This slightly "gangster" operation made everyone present a little confused, after all, their cups were just beer.

With "honor" and "pride", the minister and I returned to the table, and the bottles were empty. However, the dinner was far from over, and I was still conscious, but my body was already hot, and my mouth was a little dry. The others reciprocated again, and I poured a glass of beer, touched it, and put it in my mouth. As the bubbling liquid passed through the tongue coating and into my throat, I realized how the beer was like water, tasteless, and thirst-quenching. After that, I started toasting with others with beer, and I drank more and more about sobering up one by one, and by the way, I even drunk a senior.

We were undoubtedly the noisiest tables in the hot pot restaurant, and we were the latest, eating a meal for three and a half hours. Actually, at that time, I was looking forward to whether there was a second event scheduled, such as singing or something. It's just that the chairman said that the time was a little late, and there were classes the next day, so he didn't go to sing, and the college teacher also told everyone to go back to bed early to rest. As taxi after taxi departed downstairs at the hot pot restaurant, the waiters could finally start cleaning up the tables. I took a bus back to school with the minister and the senior I was drunk with and another minister. By the time we arrived at the boys' dormitory, it was already ten o'clock and had just closed. The minister went to the dormitory manager to say good things to the uncle, and we found a place to sit down at the door of the dormitory building. The snow was already falling heavier and heavier, and there was some snow on the ground. Because of the drinking, I didn't feel cold at all, and in addition to talking a lot, my consciousness was also very clear, and I became more and more convinced of my own drinking.

The minister knocked on the door for a long time but didn't knock on it, so he had to call the person who went back to the dormitory first to go downstairs and wake up the "hibernating" uncle in the name of the "student union". While waiting, we kept teasing the senior who was drunk by me at the door, mainly to keep him awake and not freeze. It is estimated that the negotiation did not go well, and when the dormitory lights went out and the door was not opened, I encouraged everyone to go to the Internet café to stay overnight. However, several ministers insisted on going back to bed, and called the chairman, and the teacher helped. In the end, under the "obscenity" of the "Office of the Faculty of Letters", the uncle finally opened the door of the dormitory. We slipped out of the ice and snow into the warm boys' dormitory under the eyes of the uncle.

I stumbled and groped for the door of the bedroom with the help of the corridor light, and they must not have fallen asleep at this point. After two knocks, the door opened, and the smell of alcohol filled the whole dormitory.

"How much do you drink?" Lao Zhao asked.

"A pound of white, a few bottles of beer." I closed the door casually.

"It's quite drinkable, didn't you throw up?" Lao Zhao was a little unconvinced, and the sky outside the window was a little yellowed by the snow.

"No ......" I undressed and climbed into bed, and then I lost consciousness.

However, I really overestimated how much I was drinking......