"Yellow... Sister Yellow, are you... are you really awake?" asked the old classmates curiously.
"Nonsense, if this isn't waking up, what is it?" Yellow replied irritably, then asked, "Where's that lowly, poor kid? Where is he?"
"I'm right here!"
Lin Yifan sat on a chair, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed, leisurely responding.
Hearing Lin Yifan's voice, Yellow quickly stood up and looked ahead.
Seeing Lin Yifan's figure, she pointed at him and bravely said, "Come on! Continue the drink-off, I haven't lost yet!"
"You have already lost!" Lin Yifan replied coldly, uttering the most brutal result.
"How have I lost? Aren't I fine right now?" Yellow demanded.
"You just lost consciousness and were barely breathing. Still, you have the nerve to say you didn't lose?" Lin Yifan retorted with a sneer.
"Lost consciousness? When did I ever lose consciousness?"
"Just now," Lin Yifan answered.
