Tonight, the rules for the Yellow Submarine and mud wrestling will undergo a slight change. The victor of the competition not only gains the privilege to stay overnight in Columbus Hall but also has the liberty to select any female resident of this hall as their companion.
Helen announced the rules of tonight's competition, immediately igniting the primal instincts of the surrounding male students.
The ability to freely select a female resident of Columbus Hall is noteworthy. Within this dormitory resides a group of female students with the highest level of attractiveness at Columbia University, each hailing from exceptional backgrounds. Furthermore, Helen, the goddess of Columbia University in the hearts of male students, resides here as well!
The male students surrounding us all held their breath, their eyes reddening as they gazed at the stage before them.
"However, for the losing side, there is a penalty: they must run three laps around Columbia University..."
Helen's announcement of the next punishment clause immediately sent shivers down the spines of the recently enthused individuals who were brimming with excitement just moments ago.
"Very well, let us now introduce our champion, Matt Ferguson, star running back of the Columbia University football team!"
Holding the microphone, Helen introduced the champion, followed by a chorus of high-pitched screams from the female audience. Then, with a smile, Matt stepped forward into the limelight, facing the envious gazes of many male students.
At first glance, Matt possessed the qualities of a charming young man. With a tall stature, handsome features, and a notable physique, coupled with his status as a star player at Columbia University, he was highly popular among the female population.
During the peak moments of this small game, the rules dictated that there would be a champion each time, who was the winner of the previous competition, selecting several challengers to compete against.
Winning meant claiming the belle and continuing to defend one's position during the next peak moment. However, the losers would face various eccentric penalties and challenges.
Therefore, those who took the stage as challengers would often assess their abilities, considering whether they stood a chance at dethroning the champion. Otherwise, facing the potential embarrassment of defeat could tarnish their reputation.
As Matt ascended the stage and began selecting challengers, the fervent and overheated male students, who had been consumed by alcohol, began to regain some clarity. After all, Matt had been the reigning champion of the peak moment for three consecutive times, indicating his formidable prowess. Challenging him was no simple feat.
For the losers of tonight's competition, having to run three laps around Columbia University was not the only consequence to consider. Even if they mustered the courage to run, within a few minutes, videos of their humiliating dash around Columbia University would be uploaded to Facebook or other platforms. Not every individual had the audacity to endure such humiliation.
Many of the fervent individuals who were brimming with excitement just moments ago began to hesitate at this realization.
However, even if they were unwilling to become mere foils, they had no choice. Once you participated in this small game, there was no backing down. Refusing the champion's challenge, only to shy away from the stage, would result in even greater humiliation.
A few brave souls voluntarily stepped onto the stage to participate in the challenge, while others were reluctantly chosen by Matt and ascended the stage.
As the selection of the eight competitors was nearing completion, at the final moment, Matt pointed towards Jin Muchen, who had been standing among the crowd all along.
Initially, Jin Muchen had intended to leave with Candice. However, just as they were about to depart, the peak moment game commenced. The hall was now packed with alcohol-fueled revelers, making it impossible to leave. Thus, they had no choice but to remain and wait for the game to conclude. To their surprise, Matt singled out Jin Muchen at this moment.
The manner in which Matt approached Jin Muchen left no room for refusal.
Undeterred by the situation, Jin Muchen gracefully ascended the stage. However, Candice watched his departure with a sense of concern.
"Very well, the challengers have all been selected. Let the competition begin!"
Helen's announcement marked the commencement of the game, accompanied by the piercing screams and whistles from the audience below.
At this moment, members of the sorority promptly brought out large five-gallon barrels of beer, filling the oversized beer mugs with yellow brew in no time.
The beer mugs were then placed before the champion and the challengers, followed by smaller glasses filled with vodka, which were plunged into the beer mugs.
As soon as the small glasses sank, Matt promptly lifted a large beer mug and downed it in one gulp. Observing Matt's action, Jin Muchen understood the rules of the game.
This was merely a drinking contest, known as "depth charge" in China. Jin Muchen had witnessed others play it before but had never dared to join, as mixing two types of alcohol could easily lead to intoxication. However, he now found himself thrust into the spotlight and had no choice but to participate.
In one swift motion, he emptied the entire mug of beer. The combination of beer and vodka created an unpleasant taste, one that would have caused him to retch and collapse had this been in the past.
Yet, he found himself unaffected this time. While there was a slight tingling sensation as the alcohol passed down his throat, once it reached his stomach, it seemed to transform into water, devoid of any discomfort.
American beer, although a blend, was relatively pure, crafted from high-quality wheat or barley fermented with hops, unlike the direct use of alcohol seen in China. Thus, although potent, it was not excessively harsh.
After finishing their drinks, some contestants couldn't bear it any longer, immediately vomiting, while others struggled to hold on. Only Jin Muchen and Matt appeared relatively unaffected.
Seeing Jin Muchen seemingly unfazed, Matt cursed inwardly. Immediately, he reached for a second mug and gulped it down. Meanwhile, Jin Muchen, growing more confident with each drink, followed suit, downing the second mug in one go. This time, however, his stomach felt slightly warm. After all, the vodka added to the beer increased its potency.
With the second round of competition concluded, only Matt and Jin Muchen remained standing on the stage.
The howls from the audience below grew louder, now witnessing the possibility of the Asian contestant truly defeating Matt. While Matt was popular among female students, he was despised by many males. Witnessing his potential downfall, everyone fervently cheered for Jin Muchen.
"Hey! Asian guy, give it your all! Kick Matt's butt!"
"That's right! Crush him!"
"Hey buddy, if you manage to beat Matt, I'll treat you to lunch for a month!"
By this point, Matt was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Glancing at Jin Muchen, who appeared unfazed, Matt felt a hint of unease. It seemed this guy had picked a fight with him.
The third round of drinks was promptly served to both contenders. With synchronized movements, they lifted their glasses and downed the contents.
However, midway through, Matt couldn't hold on any longer and promptly spat out his drink. Given the large size of the beer mug, containing over a liter of liquid, even swallowing three liters of water would be challenging for most individuals, let alone alcohol.
While Matt fal
tered, Jin Muchen emptied his glass without hesitation, prompting a chorus of howls from the male audience below.
"Well done!"
"Go, Asian guy!"
"...."
Seeing Matt's defeat, Sean's expression immediately soured as he stood in the audience. Conversely, Candice, who had been worried about Jin Muchen, now leaped for joy.
Meanwhile, Helen, who had been standing on the other side of the stage throughout, now regarded Jin Muchen with increasingly profound eyes, a noticeable smirk forming on her lips.
"Excellent, the first round goes to Muchen. Now, let's move on to the second phase. Gentlemen, allow me to remind you that the consequences of losing this round may be quite severe!"
While her words were primarily directed at Matt, there was also an undertone of encouragement.
With Helen's announcement, the screams from the female students in the audience became even sharper. This segment of the program was specifically tailored for them.
Quickly, inflatable pool mattresses were brought onto the stage, filled with water and dirt, creating a muddy pit. At this moment, Matt and Jin Muchen were seated at the edge of the stage. Matt glared at Jin Muchen with hostility, having been embarrassed by him earlier.
Sean, along with Malin, had somehow maneuvered to the front row of the audience. Assessing the situation, Sean realized Jin Muchen seemed to be in better shape.
No, he couldn't let this guy revel in his victory. Wasn't he supposed to witness his downfall? How could he let him steal the limelight?
It seemed a little sweetener was necessary for Matt.
"Hey! Kid, dare to make a bet?"
Sean cocked his head, looking at Jin Muchen with disdain, his eyes filled with contempt.
Jin Muchen coldly smirked, "What's the wager?"
As long as you dare to propose it, I dare to accept it. Do you dare?
"Later, the two of you will wrestle. If Matt wins, you'll have to roll out of Columbia University and never show your face here again."
Sean sneered at Jin Muchen, then turned to Matt, pulling out a set of car keys from his pocket.
"Matt, if you win, this new car of mine is yours!"
The car keys bore the emblem of an Infiniti. Matt's eyes lit up upon seeing it, while Jin Muchen spat on the ground with disdain.
"Why should I agree? Your bet is unfair. Shouldn't I have a chance to counter?"
"Very well, let's make it like this: if you win, you can drive away with this car. But if you lose, you must kneel in front of everyone here, kowtowing to me three times, and call me 'master'. Moreover, from now on, whenever you see me, you must address me as 'master'. How about it? Are you willing to bet?"
Good kid, afraid you won't take the bait? A car? I couldn't care less about it. What I care about is tarnishing your reputation, humiliating you in front of everyone, and making you bow down to me.