Chapter 117: Dawn vs. Dusk
Although she doesn't look like a drinker, she does have a good drinking capacity.
After the exchange meeting, it was rare for the first and second graders to get together, so they simply started celebrating the victory in a big way. The person who entertained the guests was Satoru Gojo, and the person who reserved the place was also Satoru Gojo, so there was no financial problem. It was a rare opportunity to rob Satoru Gojo. The first and second graders were unwilling to let it go. They took out the map on their mobile phones and searched frantically for expensive and delicious food shops. After some exhausting discussions, they finally settled on Roppongi BBQ. shop.
The fat and tender beef is cut neatly and spread out on the barbecue grill piece by piece. The fat drips out, making a crisp and sizzling sound. It is brushed with special sauce. After the fat is roasted, the rich aroma is intoxicating. Drooling.
The most noisy ones were Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki. At first, the chopsticks in their hands fell on the same piece of meat. When they raised their heads, their eyes met a familiar face. Their expressions twisted for a moment. The two people's eyes passed through a strange period. After the confrontation, the hands pressing the chopsticks became harder and harder, and no one was willing to give in.
Then the ring of the can was pulled open, and the first sound that sounded was particularly clear and sweet.
The wine was filled with bright lights, and the half-cooked meat spread out on the grill was smeared with special sauce. After the fat was roasted, the whole room was filled with the aroma of sauce.
There is a saying in Japan that people under the age of 20 are not allowed to drink alcohol, but this statement is no different to the students who were particularly noisy tonight.
Metal cans collided together, and everyone cheered in unison, mixed with the sound of barbecue grills sizzling, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine and meat.
Raindrops hit the window, and the smooth glass surface is covered with a thin layer of mist. Cars speed past on the road, and the bright car lights flash past in sight.
It's raining outside the window.
The raindrops outside the window hit the smooth glass windows, and the cars passing by picked up the splashes.
The rain and mist were mixed with stray raindrops, and the streets were covered with a layer of gray gauze. The bustling figures reflected the blurred outlines of humanity on the mist-filled glass surface.
A cup was stuffed into her hand. The drunken Nobara poured wine into her cup slowly, and the wine almost overflowed from the cup.
Clang——
The glass bottom of the wine bottle hit the glass table, making a crisp sound.
The drunken girl grabbed the neck of the bottle, burped, and put one foot on the sofa. Her expression was fierce, her tone was also fierce, and she looked at Yayoi with blurred eyes.
"drink wine!"
The sound of dripping rain mixed with the sound of sizzling barbecue, cans and glasses clinked together, and Yayoi was joined by these drunkards to drink one glass after another.
There were so many cans under the table, the beer bottles were empty one after another, and the people who came to drink her wine were lying down one after another. Megumi Fushiguro was drunk and I was alone, sitting in the corner with boiled water and watching my classmates and seniors being stupid. The sea urchin who originally wanted to be independent from the world was strangled by the sudden appearance of Yuji Itadori, who picked up the wine bottle on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
Megumi Fushiguro, who was slow to react, wanted to push away this idiot who turned into a zombie after drinking. However, the opponent was too strong. By the time he pushed Yuji Itadori away, the wine in the bottle was already gone. Most of the glass bottles fell to the ground, sparkling lights, and the wine splashed on the ground.
His consciousness gradually became blurred, his delicate brows and eyes were inevitably stained with drunkenness, and his emerald green eyes were shrouded in a confused look.
"Itadori...you fool and idiot..." The sea urchin head with blurred eyes uttered these words intermittently at the moment when the last trace of clarity was not taken away by alcohol, turned around and grabbed Yuji Itadori's pink hair.
The little tiger whose hair was torn off could only feel that there were twinkling stars, and the sky was filled with little stars. The ceiling in his sight was shaky, as if it could collapse at any time.
"Then am I a fool or an idiot, hiccup." The little tiger pouted and wanted to take his hair back from Megumi Fushiguro's hand, but the drunk Megumi Fushiguro refused to let go and kept calling him an idiot. and fools.
"Fushiguro, you...don't pull my hair, it hurts..." Yuji Itadori muttered.
The two of them didn't know who stepped on the bottle rolling on the ground, fell down, and both threw themselves on the sofa. You rested on my arm and I rested on your thigh. They kicked off their legs and tilted their heads. They were confused. Fell asleep.
The last people standing at the scene were Maki Zenin and Yayoi. Yayoi held the cup and drank the last drop of wine in the cup. He was about to say let’s stop drinking, but Maki Zenin took out a bottle of wine. The bottom hit the table hard.
"Drink!" The girl with glasses on the bridge of her nose had a ferocious expression. Perhaps because she had consumed too much alcohol, her strange desire to win was ignited.
Yayoi: "..."
In order not to argue with drunkards, she had not gotten drunk so far, so she and Maki Zenin drank one glass after another.
Empty wine bottles and cans were piled up on the table. One after another, they rolled down to the ground. The alcohol that filled the air was so fragrant and sweet that Panda held the wine bottles and counted two one by one. Individuals drank from empty cans and wine bottles.
These two women seemed to have a sea in their stomachs, and they could not get drunk no matter how much they drank.
Yayoi doesn't remember what happened in the middle. She only remembers that she kept drinking, and Maki Zenin also kept drinking. The black and white chubby man hugged the wine bottles and counted the empty cans and bottles one by one.
1, 2, 3, 4...9, 10, 11...
I can’t remember exactly how many I counted.
A slight drunkenness stained his eyebrows, and the bright light fell into the gradually blurred amber eyes.
Maki Zenin in sight stretched out her finger and gestured to her, "What is this?"
"Two." Yayoi's expression was as steady as an old dog's, but she didn't tell Maki Zenin that the two fingers she stretched out were shaking so hard.
I accidentally kicked a can that fell to the ground. The kicked can hit another can, and the sound of clanging sounded in the air one after another.
The wine is empty.
If you drink any more, it will only increase the number of times you have to go to the toilet.
Maki Zenin twitched the corners of her lips, her competitive spirit subdued as if she was discouraged.
"Is wine really that good?" She still remembers Satoru Gojo asking her.
He went out today without wearing an eye mask and hung small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyebrows and eyes, which were much more delicate than others and his distinctive hair and eye color, attracted the attention of too many people coming and going. On the way here, many girls would I came here specially to chat and take photos.
After drinking, thinking back, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Yayoi held a wine glass and sat on the sofa. There was a pile of empty bottles and cans on the table in front of him.
She shook her head vigorously, her hair swaying in red waves.
There was a strong smell of alcohol floating in the air, mixed with the sweetness of Satoru Gojo, and she moved her nose, as if it was a cream cake.
She tilted her head, her red hair falling from her shoulders, "Is the cake delicious?"
"It's delicious." The pair of pale blue eyes curved up, like a cat squinting at night.
The wine glass in her hand was taken away. She looked at the empty palm for a while before raising her head.
The world after being drunk felt light, and her whole body seemed to be trapped in soft clouds. In her daze, she saw a beautiful big white cat with sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. The pupils behind the sunglass lenses were the most beautiful in this world. The most beautiful gems, the flowing lights are directly annihilated inside.
She raised her head and laughed suddenly, as if she had turned into a cloud. The world was light and she herself was light. She grabbed the black sleeve, but she felt like she couldn't hold it. She just tried harder. At one point, the fabric in her hand was wrinkled by her grip.
"You are so beautiful." Yayoi smiled at him.
The colorful lights pushed aside the rain-filled clouds and mist, and the heavy dark clouds lingering over the city dispersed. The sound of dripping rain suddenly pressed the pause button.
The car's engine roared, and the car body sped past the puddle in front of the window, and little bits of rain splashed onto the glass surface.
Maki Zenin, who had just put Nobara Kugisaki's hand on his shoulder and was about to carry him on his shoulder, froze. Panda, who was picking up two drunk and unconscious first-year boys next to him, turned his head mechanically. past.
Nobara Kugisaki, who was half asleep, frowned and hung half of her body on Maki Zenin's shoulders. As the latter froze, the girl slipped off her body and was about to hit the table. Fortunately, the senior's reflexes Excellent, she took the person back before her face touched the table.
Satoru Gojo blinked and stretched out a finger, "What is this?"
Yayoi shook his head, squinted his eyes, concentrated, and looked at his fingers seriously, "...one?"
As soon as she finished her words, she puffed up her cheeks, and the little red-haired girl who years ago would super seriously correct him that the big orange cat was not a sneaky cat overlapped with the half-drunk red-haired beauty now.
"Don't dangle it around." Yayoi grabbed his finger, "It dazzles my eyes."
"Oh." Satoru Gojo let her hold his fingers.
This is because he is drunk. The speed of drunk people is half a beat slower than others.
The dazzling lights of neon lights float in the humid air of Roppongi after the rain, and the silver-white moon hangs on the top of the huge building.
After looking at it for a long time, her eyes were uncomfortable due to the stimulation of the light. She kept rubbing her eyes. Satoru Gojo grabbed her hand and stuffed it into his pocket to prevent her from rubbing her eyes any more.
"What are you doing?" Satoru Gojo pressed her head against her chest. She sniffed, and her clothes were covered with the sweet smell of cream.
Her eyes were uncomfortable being flashed by these lights. Why not let her rub her eyes? Oh, by the way, you can't rub your eyes. Mom said rubbing your eyes is unhygienic.
Mom...where's mom?
She suddenly felt sad.
Satoru Gojo, who was about to summon Ijichi, paused for a moment, then lowered his head and saw the red-haired man with tears in his eyes.
Maki Zenin, who was carrying Toge Inumaki on his shoulders and Nobara Kugisaki under his arm, and Fatty, who was holding two first-grade boys, looked at each other like scum.
You scumbag, you actually made people cry!
"...Yayoi?" The cell phone next to his ear was still receiving calls, and Satoru Gojo froze in the middle of the call.
In my memory, Yayoi only cried once. It was still a chilly spring and the cherry blossoms on the branches were in full bloom.
That was spring many years ago.
"My mother is gone." Yayoi sniffed, tears hanging in his eyes.
Satoru Gojo paused, Yayoi's mother.
...Mrs. Haruna.
He remembered an extra tombstone in the Kawabata family cemetery.
In his third year of high school, he went on a business trip overseas. He originally thought he would see that little red-haired man again when he came back, but he didn't expect that when he came back, he couldn't find that little red hair inside or outside the house. Little Red Hair, he found her mother's tombstone in the Kawabata family cemetery.
"My big orange cat is also missing." Yayoi burped, his eyes wet with tears.
Satoru Gojo pursed his lips. Why was he feeling sour?
"Big orange cat..." Yayoi purred.
Maybe it was because it rained tonight, and the vision was extremely blurry. The crowds coming and going were like a dark seabed, and swarms of swimming fish swept past, and no one was willing to stay.
The colorful lights became blurry in the field of vision, as if they were color blocks in a color wheel.
"Grandpa...hiccups." She burped again, tears on the verge of falling.
Satoru Gojo, who has always been very capable, found himself at a loss for words at this time. He touched Yayoi's red hair. The red hair was warm, soft and delicate.
"Don't cry." Satoru Gojo said softly, gently stroking her eyes with his fingertips.
Yayoi sniffed and raised his head, trying to hold back his tears, but his forehead hit Satoru Gojo's chin.
It didn't hurt, but she was sad.
"I'm not crying." There was an inaudible cry in his voice. Yayoi stared with cat-like eyes, but couldn't see Satoru Gojo's face clearly, "I won't cry."
"Hey, Yayoi is a good boy." Satoru Gojo lowered his head and wanted to kiss the red hair, but Ijichi's voice rang on the phone.
Satoru Gojo: "..."
"Moxi Moshi, Mr. Gojo." The call was connected.
Satoru Gojo: "..."##
"Ijichi, come here in ten minutes." Satoru Gojo said sinisterly.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute! I'm still..."
The call was forcibly hung up, and Ijichi, whose mentality was shattered, cried alone in the bleak night wind to the beeping cell phone.
After hanging up the phone, Satoru Gojo noticed that his sleeves suddenly tightened. Yayoi raised his head and looked at him with red eyes.
"Are you bullying Mr. Ijichi again?" Yayoi tilted his head like a kitten.
Satoru Gojo's movements paused strangely, and the two students looked at him more and more clearly and openly, with naked condemnation.
Bai Maomao put the phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened, "No, I'm a good and considerate teacher, how could I bully others?"
Maki Zenin: "..."
Panda: "..."
Damn it, do you dare to say this with your own conscience?
"You did not send the location to Mr. Ijichi," Yayoi said.
"It's okay, it's okay." Satoru Gojo rubbed Yayoi's hair, "Don't underestimate Ijichi~"
How could a man who could withstand the test under his hands not even have the ability to find someone?
Yayoi tilted his head, put his hand into his pocket, touched twice, and took out his mobile phone. He turned on the phone screen in a daze. When he wanted to unlock it, he found that there was a password, and what about the person on the screen? Does it look so familiar?
Yayoi squinted and stared at the screen for a while before he recognized his own face, "When did you take a secret photo of me?"
"I took the photo openly." Gojo Maomao didn't feel guilty at all.
Yayoi held up the phone and asked Satoru Gojo to unlock the screen. Satoru Gojo really listened to her and unlocked the screen. The two of them slowly found Ijichi's contact page.
Yayoi held up her phone and stared at the shaky screen to find her position. Satoru Gojo put one arm around her waist and one hand under her arm to prevent her from falling.
"If you don't send the location, Mr. Ijichi won't be able to find anyone." Yayoi muttered, "I didn't send you the location."
Satoru Gojo paused and responded. She said she didn't send him a position because they hadn't seen each other for ten years.
Yayoi lay on top of him like a dehydrated noodle, and he tipped him over. Yayoi tilted her head and pressed it against Satoru Gojo's chest.
The two of them took their time and sent the location to Ijichi. After receiving the location, Ijichi shed two tears of emotion.
After sending the location, Yayoi wanted to put the phone back into Satoru Gojo's jacket pocket, but found that he couldn't find Satoru Gojo's pocket no matter how hard he searched.
"Where is your pocket?" Yayoi mumbled, "The pocket is gone too."
"It's okay, put it in your pocket." Satoru Gojo said with a smile.
"Oh." The obedient Yayoi stuffed Satoru Gojo's cell phone into his pocket very obediently. The extra cell phone made his pocket feel heavy.
rustle--
The rough wheels flowed through the thin water on the ground, and the bright car lights reflected on the water.
Yayoi was wrapped in Satoru Gojo's arms. Ijichi rolled down the car window and was stunned when he saw Yayoi hanging on Satoru Gojo.
Several drunkards were forced into the back seat by Maki Zenin. When they sat down, they staggered around like dolls and tried to throw them to the side. Maki Zenin couldn't bear it and pulled a seat belt, and kidnapped them like a bandit. Tatsu tied them together and sat in the passenger seat. A group of people crowded Ijichi's car like a sardine can.
Satoru Gojo outside the car window hugged Yayoi and waved goodbye to the drunken and unconscious students. Maki Zenin closed the car window expressionlessly. The car's engine roared and the car lights gradually faded away from the sight.
Yayoi suddenly stood up straight, turned around and was about to leave. As soon as he lifted his steps, someone grabbed his hand.
"Where to go?" The big white cat looked at him aggrievedly, its beautiful eyes blinking, "Are you going to leave me here alone?"
Yes, don't forget about the big cat, a cat is very lonely.
Yayoi stood on tiptoes and hugged the lonely big cat, "I'm sorry, I won't keep you a cat."
"Then where are we going now?" Satoru Gojo rubbed Yayoi's forehead with his chin.
"Go wherever you go..."
Yayoi muttered a sentence like a repeater, and the eternal ebb and flow came back to her ears. She thought of the sea, the seagulls gliding on the sea surface, the sea surface spread all the way forward, and the sound of the waves rolled up the gulls. 's cry.
She stood on the ancient coast, which was so big and deep. She found that she couldn't go anywhere. She didn't belong anywhere. She only belonged to her hometown behind her. The only place she could go was the island behind her.
"I don't know." She said she didn't know, but she pulled her cat with her hand and began to move her legs aggressively.
So she went back and died.
"I don't want to go back! Whoever stops me...I'll beat him!" Yayoi muttered loudly, "Wherever you go, you're welcome!"
Red-haired cats are fearless!
She only remembered that she was running around with her cat on the crowded streets, miraculously not hitting anyone. The people passing by were attracted by this magical combination. Some girls wanted to run over and strike up a conversation. Yayoi turned her head. I went and put my hand aggressively into his jacket pocket to touch his blindfold, but I couldn't find it no matter how hard I touched it.
Remembering that there were hidden pockets on the inside of Satoru Gojo's uniform, she directly unzipped Satoru Gojo's shirt and stuck his red head in, trying to find the eye patch, but her eyes were completely black and she couldn't see anything. There was nothing she could do. Satoru Gojo took out everything from his secret pocket, just a blindfold and two keys.
Yayoi took off Satoru Gojo's sunglasses, put the eyepatch on his face, arranged it, and when he was satisfied, he pulled the person and continued walking.
She didn't know how long she had been pulling Satoru Gojo. The people passing by were like water sliding across the river. The lights hanging on the billboards were like schools of fish glowing on the seabed. The temperature inside is extremely clear.
This time she takes the cat with her, so she won't be afraid of it wherever she goes.
…
In the hazy world, she fell into a soft cloud. The warm cloud seemed to have a little sweetness.
She opened her eyes drowsily, and the white curtains became clear from blur. The air was filled with a sweet smell, which reminded her of the smell of a certain white cat.
This was the heaviest drinking she had ever done in her two lives. She heard that after a hangover, her head would hurt, but apart from being a little confused, she didn't seem to have any other feeling that could be called painful.
Yayoi lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed. She suddenly realized that the clothes she was wearing were not the original ones. It was an oversized white shirt, bigger than all her clothes. She wore it like she was wearing adult clothes. child.
The curtains were drawn tightly, the light in the room was dim and low, and the floor was covered with soft carpets. This was not her room in a high school, but seemed to be in a hotel somewhere.
Yayoi raised his legs and found that his pants were missing. He looked around and finally saw his coat and pants on the sofa. A very familiar black uniform was thrown on the carpet under the sofa.
Yayoi: "..."
This isn't right.
This feeling of waking up and the whole world has changed is so familiar.
Yayoi lifted the quilt and wanted to get up, but was pulled back, and dense warm breath hit the sensitive back of her neck.
She froze.
The other party's hands held her waist and pressed her into his arms. Her white hair was scattered everywhere as she slept. Her soft hair rubbed against her bare skin, and her warm body temperature spread through her thin shirt. Come over, the other person rubs and grunts like a big cat.
"Good morning." Satoru Gojo's voice was thickly nasal.
Yayoi twisted the quilt, lowered his head, and stared into the quilt for a while as if in a daze. Then he covered Satoru Gojo with the quilt and tightened the quilt as if nothing had happened.
Satoru Gojo raised the lid of one eye and took in Yayoi's little movements. The big white cat tilted its head and put its entire face on the back of her neck. It let out a low and hoarse laugh that was deliberately suppressed. It reached Yayoi's ears, and a strange numbing feeling traveled down the back of his neck and throughout his body, even his toes were numb.
"Yayoi, aren't you going to take responsibility?" Satoru Gojo's lips were pressed against the shell of her ear, and his voice, which was deliberately lowered, was so sweet that it made people's ears numb.
His legs were shaking like sieves.
Yayoi, who often watches late-night TV dramas with her grandfather, realized, is this the drunken sex often mentioned in TV dramas?
#timemachine, she wants a time machine!
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The author has something to say:
Shoko: Tell me honestly, have you never taken a proper physical hygiene class?
Hongmao: How did you know that I dozed off in the physical hygiene class in junior high school? ! (Shocked jpg.)
Shoko:……
Brother Jie: Why don’t you study hard? ! How can you not study hard? !
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