Chapter 309: Hikaru Okita who caught the adulterer, Ayoto and Souji’s affair【
5000]
Hijikata and Harada are "social terrorists" who have no shame.
Kondo, Nagakura, and Inoue are top social performers.
One can imagine what kind of banquet organized by this gang of people will be like...
The first half hour of the banquet was still a farewell party with a normal atmosphere.
Then, half an hour later... the painting style changed!
There is no one who is not good at drinking in all the health clinics.
Although Qingdeng was not greedy for drinking, he did not resist the feeling of "getting drunk after drinking yellow soup".
Even the taciturn Saito Ichi is a wine hero who can finish a pack of Japanese sake with an expressionless expression, which is about 20 degrees in modern alcoholic drinks.
In addition, the three brothers, Isamu Kondo, Shinpachi Nagakura, and Sanosuke Harada, not only love drinking but also dancing.
Once these three men get drunk, they can't help but run to the center of the banquet hall and dance in front of everyone.
The dance they danced... let's put it this way - if what Kondo, Nagakura, and Harada danced were called "dance", then it would be an insult to all the dancers in the world.
The limbs seemed to have a consciousness of their own, moving around as they pleased.
The rhythm of their movements was completely out of tune with the melody they hummed.
There is plenty of emotion, but no skills at all.
A good farewell party turned into a drinking party and a dance party without any warning, of course, smoothly and completely.
However, it is undeniable that Hijikata and Inoue's drinking activities and the chaotic dances performed by Kondo and others made the atmosphere of the banquet very happy, lively and full of fireworks.
Okita Hikaru, who was supposed to be the protagonist of this banquet, was completely ignored.
However, Okita Hikaru looked like he not only didn't care, but actually enjoyed it.
I saw Okita Hikaru, who had the aura of a "mature adult", sitting in a corner of the banquet hall with a posture that could be written into a textbook, while sipping Yaojiang and looking at the things laid out in front of him with a smile.
Every scene, every scene.
The same is true for Qingdeng.
Like Okita Hikaru, he quietly watched everything in front of him. There was a slight smile on the slightly raised corner of his mouth.
Everyone in the trial hall was noisy and noisy...but he didn't hate this situation.
Rather, this situation gave him a strange sense of peace of mind.
I have had similar feelings before, but never as intense and intense as this moment.
Is it because it’s been too long since we’ve had a party?
Is it because you just returned from a battlefield full of mud, blood and killing?
More than ten days ago, he was fighting to the death with the vicious mountain bandits in Kai, the "mountain country". In less than twenty days, he was in a hilarious banquet, having a big meal with his brothers who were as close as brothers.
Drinking - this rapid change in the surrounding environment really gives people a dreamy feeling of wondering whether they are meeting Duke Zhou.
Is this dreamy feeling related to the sense of security that now fills Qingto’s body?
Qingdeng couldn't figure it out...and had no time to figure it out.
Because this question was swallowed up by the hearty laughter that intervened in his thoughts.
"Ji Jun! Why are you sitting here drinking alone? Come over and box with me! Whoever loses gets a drink!"
Qingdeng looked up and saw the beautiful eyes very close to him, staring straight into his eyes.
Eyes covered with a hazy color due to drunkenness.
Eyes that shine like the spring sun with smiles.
Qingdeng looked into such a pair of eyes and smiled unconsciously - the same smile as the beauty in front of him.
"Okita-kun, are you drinking a little too much?"
"No, no, no~"
The general manager happily hugged the bottle of wine in his arms, and the corners of his beautiful, graceful mouth extended a little toward the ears, and more and more bright smiles filled his pretty, slightly red face.
"My drinking capacity has improved a lot recently! Just one or two bottles of sake can't stop me!"
Souji is a girl as cheerful as the sun.
After drinking some wine, under the stimulation of alcohol, I became more lively and playful.
At this time, Okita Hikaru, who was not far away, interrupted with a slight frown:
"Soji, please be careful. Don't get drunk again."
"I know~I know~"
The general manager said with a smile.
"I will pay attention! Come on! Mr. Orange! Let's go boxing together! I will kill you until you leave no trace behind~~"
"Ha, you really dare to say that!"
Amused, Qingden picked up the wine bottle beside his legs and stood up.
"Come on then! Let's see who will be killed without leaving any trace behind!"
I haven't had a good time to relax for a long time.
Looking back on the past two months - the elimination of the remnants of the anti-barbarian group, the subjugation of Kai's bandits... incidents that could lead to death if not careful happened one after another.
Now that he has become a general who has been transformed into a thief, facing busyness, blood and fire, and dangers that ordinary people cannot encounter will become a matter of course in his daily life.
If it doesn't work out, a new case file will be submitted to Qingdeng early tomorrow morning.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to take advantage of this rare quiet time to have a good time with your friends.
If the theme of the banquet deviates, just deviate! Anyway, no one will care about this kind of thing.
With the mentality of "relaxing well" and deciding to devote himself wholeheartedly to the joyful banquet, Qingteng and the chief executive came to a corner of the banquet hall where no one would be disturbed.
Boxing and drinking.
…
After seven rounds of punching, Souji suffered a total loss. After drinking the seventh glass of wine, he collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud.
When she was about to get drunk, she muttered:
"Huh? Why is this radish so unpalatable? Not only is it tasteless, but it's also hard to chew..."
Aomori gently smoothed Souji's ponytail with gentle movements like stroking dog hair:
"Since it doesn't taste good, just relax your mouth quickly, okay? My legs really hurt..."
…
…
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Exhausted from the fuss, Kondo and the others fell to the ground in a mess.
Qingdeng, who had always adhered to the principle of "never get drunk", stopped raising the glass in time when his consciousness began to drift.
Therefore, he became one of the few 6 people who are still sane.
The other five people who were also not drunk were Saito Ichi, Okita Hikaru, Abi, Matsui Tsune and Kubei.
"Really..." Abi held his forehead and sighed, "There are only a few of us left who can still move. After every banquet, we have to help these drunkards clean up the mess. It's really annoying..."
People like Aoto and Saito, who have never been drunk, have accumulated a wealth of experience on how to transport drunken people.
After a lot of fuss, Kondo and others were dragged back to the room one by one, and the banquet hall with messy cups and plates finally regained its initial stability.
Aoto dragged Harada back to "between the diners", and when he got up and returned to the banquet hall, he found that almost everyone who should have gone back to their rooms had already gone back to their rooms.
At the moment, the only people left in the banquet hall who have not been dragged away are a certain little drunkard disguised as a man...
"Okita-kun..."
Qingdeng said "Alas" with a complicated expression.
As expected, the director drank too much again.
This is a long-standing problem with the Chief... As long as he doesn't touch alcohol, if he touches alcohol, he must drink until he is unconscious.
After Souji's fistfight failed and he drank 7 glasses of wine in a row and got so drunk that he hugged Qingtou's thigh and gnawed it like a carrot, he was afraid that the unconscious Souji would do something stupid again, such as using someone's body parts as food.
Qingdeng was so satisfied that he quickly handed the little drunkard over to Okita Hikaru.
Seeing Souji's unseemly appearance, Okita Hikaru, while expressing his annoyance, sternly stated that he would be under strict supervision and would never let Souji touch a drop of alcohol again tonight.
But who would have known that this girl from the general manager is really very good.
She regained consciousness at some point and secretly took away two bottles of sake while Mitsumasa Okita was concentrating on enjoying Harada Sanosuke's "Hands Don't Follow the Direction of the Head" dance.
By the time Okita Hikaru found out, the two bottles of wine were already empty.
At this time, Souji was completely drunk, "burping" and "burping" with cute wine burps.
At this moment, Qingdeng put his hands on his hips and looked at the director-general not far away with a dumbfounded expression.
After the fireworks display, Qingden felt deeply regretful for the first time in a long time that there were no smartphones and portable cameras in this era.
He really wanted to record Souji's current appearance completely, and show it to her when Souji wakes up in the future, so that she can experience what it's like to have "black history controlled by others"
a feeling of.
"Hmm... sniff, sniff! Sniff, sniff!"
At this moment, the general was seen lying on all fours, strolling around the banquet hall, repeatedly twitching his cute nose, just like a simple and honest Shiba Inu - and the one wagging his tail crazily.
"Um……?"
Suddenly, she suddenly stopped with a "hmm" sound, the frequency of her nose wagging suddenly increased, and a dull hair on her hair stood up slightly as if she sensed something.
The next moment, she hurriedly ran towards... Correction, she crawled towards Qingnog on her hands and knees. With a gentle movement like holding a feather, she picked up the unopened bottle of sake at Qingnog's feet.
"Hey hehe~"
While showing a happy giggle, the Souji repeatedly rubbed the body of the wine bottle with his delicate side face covered in reddish color, and narrowed his eyes into narrow slits.
"I found you~~hiccup~"
As he spoke, he lifted the catkin swayingly and prepared to unscrew the mouth of the wine bottle.
At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from his side and snatched the wine bottle from his palm.
"Okita-kun! You can't drink any more!"
"Ah~Tachibana-kun~Give me back~Give me back~~"
So drunk that he couldn't even speak clearly, and his tone became soft, Souji raised his arms in the air, trying to take the bottle away from Aomori's hand.
Qingdeng sighed helplessly, then stood up and stretched his arms to raise the bottle above his head.
In an instant, an insurmountable mountain stood in front of the General Secretary.
The "dwarf dog" of the Souji wanted to snatch something from Qingteng... He was somewhat humiliating himself.
"Ahh~ give me back~ give me back~~"
Not to mention how Souji struggled to stand up on tiptoes as tender as green onions; not to mention how Souji stretched his arms to the limit; not to mention how Souji jumped like a rabbit. In the face of the absolute height difference, it was all useless and useless.
.
Qingteng handed the bottle to his left hand, and the director jumped up to Qingteng's left side.
Qingteng handed the bottle to his right hand, and the general manager jumped up to Qingteng's right side.
After wandering back and forth around the General Directorate for several times, Qingteng patiently advised:
"Okita-kun, stop drinking. Look how drunk you are now. Just calm down."
Qingdeng's words were sincere and sincere.
“Uh-huh~~”
Souji held the front of Qingtou's clothes with one hand, and with the other hand, he stretched his toes that were slightly white at the joints to the limit. He tried desperately to reach the bottle, but Qingteng raised it to the ceiling.
The wine bottle was flush - it was obvious that she didn't listen to Qingdeng's words at all.
Souji, who leans most of his body against Qingteng like a sloth, has his round face that can be broken by blows and the tip of Qingteng's nose very close, more than five centimeters away and closer than three centimeters. It is said that they are very close.
The eyebrows and eyelashes are not an exaggeration either. You don’t need to concentrate very much and you can easily count the slender eyelashes of Souji one by one.
I could clearly feel Souji's breath, the warm breath full of alcohol smell, constantly spraying on Qingnobo's face. It was obvious that the alcohol content was staggeringly high, but Qingnobo miraculously did not find it unpleasant.
Qingteng's eyes only met Souji's eyes for a moment, and then he quickly looked away abruptly, not daring to look at Souji again.
Qingden likes the white and rosy color very much, and Souji... her current face happens to be this color.
Souji is not the type whose face turns as red as a monkey's butt whenever he gets drunk.
No matter how drunk he is, Souji's face will only be covered with a layer of rose-red sunset.
This "sunset glow" cooperates with Souji's original white and tender skin, and together they create a gorgeous scenery that, although it cannot be said to be peerless, is enough to make Qing Teng's mind wander.
At the same time, the current appearance of Souji, who can't even speak clearly, gives people the feeling of a "sickly beautiful woman", which is endearing.
The desire to protect the General Secretary in his arms rose like a gush of water from a spring.
Qingden felt that his heartbeat was beating very fast...
Every time Souji's breath hit his face, he could clearly feel the "pop" sound in his chest getting slightly heavier.
"Okita-kun..."
Qingden took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and tried to make a last-ditch effort to dissuade Souji from drinking.
However…….
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
Changes abound.
"Ah...~~"
The general manager suddenly let out a small scream.
Immediately afterwards, a gust of fragrant wind accompanied by intoxication hit Qingdeng directly.
Qingdeng, who had not expected this turn of events, couldn't help but screamed, subconsciously stretched out his hands, tightly hugged the object that suddenly crashed into his arms, and then fell to the ground with his face facing the sky.
The vision is spinning.
The ceiling appears in the front line of sight.
Also appearing in front of her sight... was a slender ponytail that was full of luster and felt as smooth as the highest-grade silk in the world.
"Ok, Okita-kun?"
Instantly, a look of shock filled every corner of Qingdeng's face.
He stared dumbfounded at Souji, who had just bumped into him, was now tightly held in his arms, and was now letting out intermittently "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...~" in pain.
Just now, in order to snatch the bottle from Qingnobo's hand, Souji continued to stand on tiptoe.
The entire weight of the body is supported by a few tiny toes.
If it is normal, let alone just tiptoeing, even if the Souji is asked to stand on his head and only use his fingers to support the ground and do a "reverse tiptoe", the Souji's body will still be stable.
But the problem is... the general manager is in a trance right now.
On all fours, he learned to crawl like a Shiba Inu... He was so delirious that it was obviously impossible for him to be able to stand normally again.
With such a physical and mental state, it's only a matter of time before you fall down in such a position where it's difficult to maintain your center of gravity.
Sure enough - the general manager, who was in a hurry to grab the drink back, accidentally lost his balance at that moment, fell forward unsteadily, and collided with Qingteng.
Just like that, Aoto and Souji both fell down on the tatami.
Because Aoden acted as a cushion, Souji was not injured.
Qingto, who was lying on his back, felt that his back was in severe pain, but fortunately the ground under his feet was soft tatami, not a hard brick road, and there were no wine bottles, tables, or anything else that would hurt him.
It was someone's belongings, so Qingdeng wasn't hurt at all.
The director-general, who had lost his basic ability to judge, had no idea what the current situation was.
She raised her head, looked around blankly...and then buried her head again.
I don't know if it was because she felt so comfortable lying in Qingdeng's arms. She narrowed her eyes, and like a tired puppy, she bent up and took a nap on Qingdeng's broad chest.
Qingdeng was left alone there, feeling embarrassed and embarrassed.
The two people lying on the ground hugging each other looked like the most intimate couple in the world.
The distance between the two was so close that their breaths almost collided with each other.
Each other's body temperature is transmitted to each other through clothes.
The commander-in-chief's warm breath was so warm that sweat broke out on Qingden's forehead.
Souji's powerful heartbeat continued to sway Qingden's eardrum.
The emotion called "reason" slowly takes over the dominance of the brain and body.
——Fortunately, there is no one here now!
Qingdeng sighed with relief in his heart.
Fortunately no one was around.
Otherwise...it might make people wonder if he has any special hobbies.
Taking advantage of the boss when he is drunk and unable to move...
Qingdengang was grateful for his good luck——
Snap, snap, snap...
From the direction of the corridor, footsteps that I have heard many times in the past three months suddenly came.
Wow - the paper sliding door of the living room was opened.
Instantly, Qingdeng felt that his neck had become extremely stiff.
He turned his head and looked around mechanically.
At the door of the room, Okita Hikaru looked down at him who was standing close to Souji with an expressionless face.
*******
*******
The author went to the Civil Affairs Bureau yesterday!
But it was not the author who got married, but his brother who got married, and the whole family went to witness this historic scene.
Because it was a special day, in order to celebrate, the whole family had a lively meal outside, watched movies, and didn’t go home until 23:00. The author worked hard to write until 2 or 3 in the morning, and finally completed 5,000 words.
(Leopard's head cries.jpg)
Although the word count is a bit short, considering that yesterday was the author’s family’s big day, I’ll forgive Leopard!
