Guitar, loneliness and the blue sea

By the way, did those two people actually go to the point of drinking with women?Don't you usually reveal your perverted nature by saying a few words?

Moreover, if they all drink together, it is very possible that they are only one step away from becoming a god.

In the end, he lost on the same beam?

"What nightclub is it at? Send me the address."

It would be understandable if he lost to a professional player like a bartender.

"No, that's the problem." Sister Zi said, "Those two people didn't go to drink at all. The place where they fell was a ramen restaurant."

"???"

...

In the ramen restaurant, a woman wearing a white coat and long straight black hair held a cigarette and smoked it comfortably.

In front of them were two unlucky guys lying on the table.

From the way she drinks and smokes, the woman looks like an unruly gangster.There were many people in the restaurant, but no one dared to approach her. Except for two of her defeated generals, there were only dozens of scattered wine glasses of different sizes for company.

"Not bad, Yusuke's friends are all upright young men, hahaha~~~"

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PS:

The author was sent to Shale today and spent the entire day fishing.

So I have to stay up late coding again.

By the way, is there a market for BA fanfics?The worldview looks interesting.

252 The best drunkard in the world 4k

Just like mahjong, there are four realms of drinking.

The first level is to build roots.I am new to the wine industry, but I am not very experienced in the world. I have been in and out of bars, and have tasted most of all kinds of drinks. I have had the experience of being completely broken, and I have also escaped from some dangerous drinking situations and left standing up coolly.

The drinking capacity of these people is not bad, but after all, they are just ordinary people with no extraordinary performance. Among drinkers, they can only be regarded as just beginners. If they meet the masters, they will get nothing.

The representative figures are Yamamoto and Nojima, who were given free gifts at the party, and the author himself, who was drunk to the point of projectile vomiting at a Qingdao food stall.

The second level, changing hands. Drinkers at this level are already well-deserved drinkers in almost all circles of friends, and have an overwhelming advantage over the previous level.This advantage is not only reflected in the amount of wine. The strong person who changes hands often has a deep understanding and interest in wine culture, so he also has an advantage in controlling the wine table.He is very good at toasting, drinking, escaping from drinking, and all kinds of punishment games, especially wild ball boxing.Unknowingly, the opponent drinks more alcohol and explodes.

The representatives of this rank are Hamaoka Azusa and Hiroi Kiuri. Although they are girls and their drinking capacity is not dominant, they can still compete with boys at the wine table based on their experience.

Arriving at the upper level of the third level, which is the realm of the so-called Wine Saint.The person in this realm is one in a million, and his drinking capacity has exceeded the limiter, reaching a level that ordinary people cannot understand.They drink beer and cocktails just like boiled water. Spirits that would cause alcohol poisoning to ordinary people are just mouthwash in their eyes. Only abnormal alcohol with a concentration higher than industrial alcohol, such as gin puree and water of life, can give them A thrill to their already numbed taste buds.

For example, the PaB seniors who drink from a big vat on Yudong, Yusuke Iori and Kohei, Uncle Spencer, and Yamada Ryo who runs the wild vegetable rack are all good players at the upper level.

People can't help but sigh that such a small Izu has produced so many peerless masters.

The fourth level, the so-called realm of ghosts and gods, is the highest realm, the realm of dreams.

A thousand cups will not pour, and a thousand cups will not make you drunk.No matter how many strong men came to challenge him, or how much 96-degree water of life was in front of him, he remained calm and composed.There is no upper limit to the amount of alcohol you can drink, and your mouth seems to have a fourth-dimensional pocket. No matter how much alcohol you consume, your spirit will not be affected. In the end, it will definitely be your opponent who gets drunk, but you can leave gracefully at the end of the drinking game, hiding deep in your heart. Merit and fame...

Kasumigaoka Yusuke knew that even the two strongest people he had ever seen, Tokita Shinji and Juryu Jiro, the leaders of the alcoholic group PaB, were far from reaching that level.

The evidence is that after drinking heavily on the first night of school, the two of them and Kitahara Iori lay naked at the door of the teaching building the next day.

If he were truly a deity in the realm of ghosts and gods, he would probably sit aside with his clothes on, light a cigarette, and wait for Iori to get up with a smile.

Just kidding, how can anyone reach that level? This is not mahjong, and humans are not robots. How can anyone be immune to alcohol?

Coming out of the house, he got into the driver's seat of the Land Cruiser.

Although it has fallen into the night in Tokyo, it has not cooled down.As soon as he stepped out of the air-conditioned room, the heat wave that was as hot as a sauna hit his whole body. Yusuke quickly turned on the air conditioner, but in the hot summer of July, even the air conditioner blew out hot air.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, started the engine, took out the navigation on his mobile phone, and prepared to drive to the ramen restaurant.

It was nothing at first, I just thought it was a bit outrageous that two high-level masters, Iori Kohei, were drunk at the same time. Yusuke was still worried that they had fallen into a trap like the Immortal Jump.

However, the moment he stepped on the accelerator, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

It was as if fate told him something.

I must know that woman.

When he reached the intersection, he stepped on the brakes and glanced at the map, Yusuke felt more and more that something was wrong.

Roppongi, ramen restaurants, women drinking boldly... A figure suddenly appeared in my mind.

When he turned around again, he saw a box of Seven Star cigarettes placed under the windshield of his car. It seemed that there was some divine will...

and many more...

Masaka...

is that woman?

No, no, no, where are there so many coincidences? I just mentioned Shizuka Hiratsuka and saw her right away?

There are enough coincidences in his life, but Yusuke doesn't believe in metaphysics that much.

There were not many people on the road for a long time. Wanting to rush to the scene quickly, he stepped on the accelerator, and the black Land Patrol dissolved into the bustling city night scene.

...

As for how Shizuka Hiratsuka and Kohei Iori started drinking, we have to start talking about it earlier.

This is a secluded small alley, and the time has already reached eight o'clock, but the store is full of people, and there is almost a wait to be seated.

In fact, it is easy to understand that this time is the moment when the diners who come for dinner and the social beasts who come for drinks after get off work turn over.

The two of them were walking down the street, feeling a little depressed.

"Oh, I said I came here for nightlife, but in the end I could only eat ramen..."

"Speaking of which, it would be outrageous to enter a bar only to find that you can't even order a drink. Aren't you fully prepared?"

"Tsk, I don't understand the market. Who knew things in Tokyo were so expensive..."

However, ramen is still affordable. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a handwritten price list with a very retro style.The two sat down at the bar and ordered two bowls of simple tonkotsu ramen.

"I'm not willing to give in... I also want to go to Shibuya. It seems to be the center of nightlife for young people. There are definitely many hot girls wearing cool clothes, right?"

"The consumption level there is also not low. By the way, haven't we worked part-time before?"

"That money was either used for diving or buying alcohol."

Kitahara Iori looked at her wallet with a flat belly, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling with her eyes blankly.

“All my money was used to buy Lalazi peripherals,” Gengping said.

"Don't buy that kind of thing! Spend your money on a three-dimensional woman!"

Iori complained, knowing that such words would have no impact on the dead man.

"What do we do now? Eat some ramen and go back to bed?"

"That's all, right?"

"Damn it...are we going to lose to poverty?"

Iori slammed the table angrily, wouldn't he be like the miserable uncles next to him?

No!My summer nightlife, my great time!

"Ah, I really want to have a capable sister like Yusuke...she is good-looking, speaks well, will give him money, and is a light novelist..." Kohei sighed.

At this point, their eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right, Yusuke!"

"Yes, this is his city! Can we invite us to have a drink or open a booth?"

The reason why the three of them didn't act together was because they wanted to leave precious time for the two of them to be together.

But now that he is so down and out, he can no longer care about this.It's better to shake him over quickly and have a good time.

Iori took out her cell phone and was about to call Yusuke when an accident happened.

The person eating noodles next to him accidentally spilled the noodle bowl, and the pork bone soup spilled directly onto Kitahara Iori's thigh.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm sorry."

The man apologized quickly, grabbed a handful of napkins and handed them to Iori.

"Hey, hey, pay attention."

Iori turned her head unhappily, took the napkin, and was wiping her pants when she suddenly realized that the person next to her was actually a beautiful middle-aged woman.

Unexpectedly, when she spilled the bowl, she didn't show the panic that ordinary Japanese women do, and instead of apologizing profusely, she came up with another solution.

"I'm so sorry. I overheard your conversation just now. Are you not local? Then let me treat you two to a drink to express my apology."

Iori took a closer look and saw that what was in the woman's noodle bowl was actually thickened pork bone soup and thick noodles, and even added garlic.

Would an ordinary woman eat this kind of noodles?

So bold, Tokyo girl!

He has a good figure, long hair, and a counter-seasonal suit underneath his white coat, which adds a different kind of temperament.

Coupled with that calm and composed attitude, and the offer to drink with him...

Encounter, this must be an encounter!

A normal person would never knock over his bowl while eating noodles. He was definitely trying to chat with me from the very beginning!

Iori's heart was beating wildly, and there was only one thought in his mind.

This woman, she must like me!

As everyone knows, even Imamura Kohei, who was shaking his head at the side, could see it.Thinking this way, he must have given it in vain.

In fact, the woman had other plans.

This person's name is Shizuka Hiratsuka, female, 32 years old, and currently working as a life teacher at Shuchiin Academy in Minato City.

She has a bold and unruly personality, and her family has a mafia background in Chiba. However, due to her indifferent nature, she has long since left the family and lived a relatively happy but lonely life.

What she wanted to see was obviously not Iori Kitahara, but the person mentioned in the conversation just now.

There are many people named Yusuke in Japan, but there is probably only one person named Yusuke who has a sister who is a capable light novelist——

The Tiger of Akihabara, the Wolf of Shuchiin, Two-dimensional Zeus, the Artillery King of Tokyo, Yusuke Kasumigaoka!

She heard the conversation between the two and had an idea.

"Oh, I really can't help it." Iori flipped her hair handsomely, "Then let's have a drink."

"Okay, excuse me."

The woman waved to the kitchen.

"Boss! Here's a bottle of the best soju!"

"okay!"

Instead of drinking beer, are you drinking high-alcohol soju?

Iori was unexpectedly ecstatic again. He had already figured out the subsequent plot.

"Aren't you locals?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked.

"Yes, we are from Izu. I am Iori Kitahara and he is Kohei Imamura."

"Oh, he's a good man from the sea, haha~ My name is Hiratsuka Shizuka, just call me by my first name."

So kind?

Kitahara Iori quickly put away her phone. In this situation, Yusuke had better not cause trouble.

It's better to enjoy your sister's knee pillow. He's not at a loss anyway, right?

"Ah, Sister Jing, good evening. By the way, do you want to meet me? I just spilled it."

"Oh, okay, let's have another bowl, just in time to drink."

So, the happy hour officially begins.

"Cheers! By the way, what kind of school is Izu University?"

"It's a great school! The scenery is great, and the activities and festivals are great, but sometimes I encounter professors who are annoying..."