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But before he could figure out what to do next, the wine in his hand was suddenly taken away by someone else.

"Oh, isn't this who? I saw you on the set, and I took care of you at the time. I wanted to find a chance to thank you, but I didn't expect to meet you here. I knew I would be sitting here!" The man who came out savagely snatched the wine from Matsuda's hand, and was so surprised that he grabbed the old man's hand and shook it non-stop, as if meeting a great benefactor of the grace of regeneration.

"You, you are?" The old man was taken aback.

"Senior, I'm Takizawa. We met on the set of "Anpanman" before. You even gave me some pointers." The man said fluently.

"I have no impression, I don't seem to be worthy...?"

"It must have been worthy, but the works of that level are not worth mentioning in your long career. The nobleman forgets things. Thanks to your care that day, I didn't make a fool of myself."

"Whoa whoa."

"Senior, don't stand still, sit down, I will toast you! I must thank you very much today, and send my affection to you!"

Yin Ze pushed the old man back on the bench, and at the same time turned around in doubt, pretending not to know him.

"What happened to this brother?"

"He wants to go to the toilet, I just said..."

"Then let him go, I happen to have a seat too." Yin Ze spoke first, pushed the confused Matsuda to let him go, and immediately sat down with a big horse, and looked around the table The other people, showing their white teeth, smiled cheerfully and took the wine bottle on their own initiative.

The reception lasted until nine o'clock in the evening.

After fighting fiercely for two and a half hours, Yin Zecai managed to finish off the haunting middle-aged and elderly team.

He walked out of the gate smelling of alcohol all over his body. Rao, his face was already dyed red like a rose. When he came out, he went straight to find a flower bed and vomited freely.

In fact, it stands to reason that he should be like that group of people who can't walk on the road, but the life corridor is too frequent, and he is still the most sober boy in the field, leaving him with some spare energy to take a taxi.

"Is it good?" said a voice reproachfully.

"You haven't left yet?" Yin Ze, who vomited a few times, looked up in surprise, only to see Mari Haneda and Masa Nakajima outside.

"Matsuda was quite drunk, so Yanping and Jiacheng have already sent her home, and Xiao Sakura has been waiting for you, but because it was getting late, his father took the initiative to drive over to pick her up after a while. home."

It was rare for Masa Nakajima to say angrily.

"The people at your table are all old fritters in the company. Except for their seniority and good at showing off, they basically don't contribute much. They will brag all day long, and they are as smelly and hard as foot moss. When I see you in the future, just circle around That is, there is no need to be respectful. I see that you and them are in full swing, so it’s inconvenient to come and stop directly, are you okay?"

"No, they're all lying on the table." Yin Ze wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"I'm going to clean up the mess, so you should go back early." Maji Nakajima nodded, and re-entered the hotel, planning to call the wives of the group of alcoholics one by one to lead them.

"Is it good to drink?" Haneda Mari stared at him and asked again.

"taste not good."

"Then why are you torturing yourself?"

"Wine table culture is obedience culture. A group of people with higher class and power than you can use it to show their status. You feel uncomfortable, but if you drink, the person who told you to drink will feel that you are awesome." Yin Ze sighed Tone, "I was able to die together with a bunch of textbook-style old employees. I have rich experience and performed superbly."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Mari Haneda asked again after a while.

"A bit."

"Do you need help?"

"Of course, in fact, I originally planned to take a taxi within 2 minutes, then call Xiangyuejiang, ask her to go downstairs to pay for the taxi, and then pick up me who is drunk." Yin Ze said, "But since With you here, I can rest assured that I will be unconscious in advance."

"What do you mean?"

"There are about three seconds left, and I will fall down."

"what?"

3, 2, 1.

Yin Ze finished overclocking, rolled his eyes, bent his knees, and happily reoccupied the high IQ ground by the alcohol that had been suppressed all along.The whole person is like a Mickey puppet whose strings have been cut, and the cream is so soft that it will melt on the ground.

Mari Haneda quickly hugged the momentary fragment, the unconscious man was still a little dazed.

How can it be so fast?

"No, hello? Wake up, you, you haven't said where you live yet?"

The girl struggled to hug the man who smelled of alcohol, and was caught off guard in a daze on the street.

No.80 Chapter [-], the flood rushed to the Dragon King Temple

Yin Ze woke up.

Literally, he just woke up, regained consciousness, but hadn't opened his eyes yet.

Had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, I was rejuvenated, sitting shamelessly in the pink baby stroller and wandering in the Xinghan universe, admiring the ancient and desolate huge celestial bodies scattered around me.The surface of the planets is intertwined with golden yellow and milky white. It is the land covered with honey and sugar, the ocean filled with salad dressing, and the continuous mountains made of chocolate... Snack planets are suspended in the boundless and empty universe. Every inch of the space is filled with that candy-like sweet and greasy smell.

He just slumped in the soft pram, grabbing barbecue-flavored potato chips and Alpine toffee at random, with a peaceful face, and slowly swayed the car for a long voyage, so comfortable.

But back to reality, those dreamy happy hours are over.

Now my whole body is weak and weak due to hangover, my nose and mouth are dry, my throat is hoarse, my stomach is already empty after vomiting many times, my hunger has spread to every cell, the residual alcohol is still acting as a demon, my head hurts faintly, and my ears are buzzing buzzing.

In short, it seems that all nutrients have been emptied, and it is very weak.

The man swayed under the blanket a few times like a dead fish, and finally stretched out his hand habitually, grabbed the cell phone next to the pillow, and wanted to see what time it was sleepily.

The glare of the phone screen made him squint his eyes subconsciously.

It's 7:14 in the morning, which is pretty early.

Both the chat tool and the SMS box show that there are a lot of unread messages. Click in and see, most of them are reports from friends at the reception last night. For example, Suruga Iwadaira and Haruka Jiacheng said in the chat group at the same time that they had sent Matsuda home. , and by the way helped wash his face, put it in the bed, and very naughty took a picture of Matsuda sleeping soundly.Mari Haneda also said, "I have made proper arrangements here too", and also attached a photo of someone sleeping sideways as proof.

More unread messages are from Sakura-san, she asked a lot of questions like "how are you?" In his words, he fully and sincerely expressed his concern.

Yin Ze rubbed his astringent eyes and typed.

"The Tauren Chief: Sober, just a little drunk, not worth mentioning."

"Mature and stable adults: That's fine, remember to drink plenty of water, replenish water to speed up metabolism, and you can have some oatmeal or protein shakes for breakfast. My dad always recovers like this every time he gets drunk."

ah?Did you reply so quickly?

"Tauren Chief: You got up so early???"

"Chief Tauren: I don't have the bourgeois food you mentioned. There are bags of ochazuke seasoning in the refrigerator. Besides, although I'm hungry, I can hardly eat anything now."

"Mature and stable adults: eat something strong to wake up the stomach."

"Tauren Chief: Don't worry, I have experience."

"Mature and stable adults: Alright... Take a good rest, remember not to be a hero next time, how uncomfortable, what are you arguing with those fried dough sticks?"

"The Tauren Chief: Haha."

"A mature and stable adult: still laughing."

"The tauren chief: Woohoo."

After teasing a few more words, Yin Ze turned off his cell phone, lay down and stretched, his bones creaking softly.

Ah, a brand new day has begun.

However, you can nest for a while, listening to the sound of light rain dripping from the window edge, and enjoying the unique peace and tranquility in the early morning.Yin Ze pulled up the quilt with a smile, covered half of his face, and closed his eyes to rest.

Leisurely, happy.

I really hope that I will die of old age and spend wine, and I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses.

In the silence, as if the sweet dream continued, the body sank deep into the soft cotton candy, and the nose was filled with that girlish, faint fragrance again.

Gradually, gradually, the man went from smiling and enjoying, to Gujing's calmness, to frowning when he came back to his senses, to opening his eyes in surprise.

Wait a minute.

In my cheap rented house, there are no comfortable single beds, only hard floors with mattresses.

Moreover, the pattern of this bedding is wrong, it is still very clean, and it has an inexplicable fragrance?

The trance sequelae of a hangover and the residual confusion after waking up from a big dream gradually eased over time, and someone finally noticed the unusual mutation that always existed.

Yin Ze froze for a few seconds, and then quietly and slowly sat up like a dead body.

It is an unknown ceiling.

The room is covered with wallpaper in the color of Otome Kikyo.

Beside the pillow, besides the mobile phone, there is also a cloth bear doll, staring at him honestly.

The narrow bedroom was tidied up and brightened. There were a few women's coats hanging outside the closet, probably the styles they often wear.There is a red laptop on the desk facing the window, and several fable picture books are also placed vertically.The seat is covered with a layer of fluffy cushions, and the top of the back of the chair is designed like a rabbit head, adding a bit of cuteness.

Yin Ze poked his head out and took a special look at the photo frame on the desk.

In the photo, there is a happy family of four. The background is the field in midsummer. The scorching afternoon wind blows the ears of rice into wave-like tracks, and also stirs up the girl's hair. The girl in junior high school is wearing short-sleeved shorts, revealing With healthy and fair arms and thighs, fine sweat was clearly hanging on his face, but his smile was as refreshing as clear water.

The man recognized who it was, and by the way, knew where it was.

Immediately, he lifted the quilt and looked at his pants.

It's over, it's not my washed and faded jeans, but unfamiliar brown pajama pants.

Pull off the pajama pants again.

Fortunately, the innermost red boxer is still his own.

Yin Ze heaved a sigh of relief, got out of bed, put on the same series of brown pajamas, and tiptoed towards the bedroom door

...It's weird, I don't know why, but it just feels like a thief.

The house is a typical urban apartment, with three bedrooms and one living room, but it is narrow and compact that is unique to Tokyo.He cautiously opened the door a gap, carefully peering into the living room.

There was no one there, but the room was filled with the smell of food that made the hungry man fall in love with it.The TV was also turned on, and the pleasant voice of the hostess of the morning news channel became the last piece of the puzzle that constituted the warm morning of an ordinary family.

Like the King Gou in the final round, Yin Ze sneaked close to the door and observed for a long time before finally confirming that there was no one else.There is no imaginary mother wearing an apron, nor a serious father who listens to the news, reads the newspaper and drinks milk.

The man walked to the dining table. The slices of bread and milk were warm and steaming. There were eggs, bacon, and half-cut green onions on the cutting board in the kitchen. It seemed that he had to leave for something. The making of breakfast was put on hold.

The hungry Yin Ze smelled the smell at this time, and really couldn't stand the temptation. In the end, he couldn't stick to the etiquette, grabbed a piece of bread and wolfed it down, and when he started, it was difficult to stop.

Dip slices of bread with tomato sauce and warm milk, and eat four or five slices in a short while.

The stomach that has been devastated by a high number of spirits has a rejection reaction to eating, and the feeling of vomiting reappears, and the time for human body metabolism happens to come again.The man was forced to trot towards the bathroom.

……

Yuma Haneda finally returned home with dark circles under her eyes.

He was still too kind to agree to help out on the night shift.

If you don't ask the shop owner to respond to this, if you ask for double wages, you and the other party's conscience can't justify it.

But the words came back again.

This chain of convenience stores is really not something that ordinary people can do. Leaving aside self-sufficiency, franchisees have to be restrained by the unscrupulous headquarters. Even the wife of the store owner has to ask for leave if he wants to close the store and go to the hospital. Approval, what you do depends on the face of the headquarters. It is really sad to see those who hear it.

Alas, it can be regarded as another demining of the future career route.

Business is not easy these days. Even to get a job in a ramen shop, you have to compete with famous college students who can speak a fluent foreign language, so you can be a waiter. I only have a bad Kansai accent, so I only distribute flyers.

When most of his peers are still obsessed with club activities and are in a rebellious period of conflict with his family, there is a male high school student who is planning for a rainy day and hesitatingly thinking about the future.

After all, the foundation of life is money.

Without Japanese yen, even inviting the girl you like out to play, even wanting to buy a cup of coffee generously, is so lacking in confidence.

At the age of 17, a pure boy in the prime of his youth, at the moment when his girlfriend proposed to break up last week because he was dissatisfied with his stinginess, he realized for the first time the bitter state of mind that a burning love must succumb to reality.

Alas, another turbid sigh.

Yuuma Haneda, exhausted from the vigil, returned home.Since I didn't have the key, I knocked on the door.

The old lady usually wakes up very early, and she probably has finished breakfast by now.

After waiting patiently for a long while, footsteps finally sounded from the door.

The anti-theft door was ajar, and she was not the kind and gentle sister as expected.

It was a strange man with disheveled hair covering half of his face, who looked extremely suspicious.

The man stuck his head out vigilantly.

"Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

Haneda Yuuma was silent for a few seconds, rubbed his eyes that were a little sore from staying up late, took a few steps back, and looked at the house number, as if he was confirming something just in case.