He felt a strange sense of stability and fulfillment surge in his heart.

Qingdeng grabbed his own bottle and drank a sip of Tusu wine.

The spicy fire threads carry special pleasure, slip from the mouth to the belly, and then flow throughout the body, all limbs and bones.

Qingdeng decided to indulge it once tonight! Drink it and don’t go home without getting drunk!

...

...

About three hours later—

Test the bathroom, among diners—

“Lu…lu…”

It seems that there is some sound.

"Hogh...hugh..."

The sound is getting louder and louder.

"Hulu...!Hulu...!"

I understand, it's a snoring sound.

There are more than one, there are several. Some have loud volumes, while others have low volumes, one after another.

Immediately afterwards, Qingdeng smelled a very smelly smell again - it was the smell of wine.

Under the double stimulation of the noisy snoring and the smell of smelly alcohol, Qingdeng's consciousness gradually awakened.

With a little bit of sobering mind, he slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught my eye was the darkness that occupied the entire world, followed by the familiar ceiling that I had long been used to.

There is no doubt that I am in my bed.

——Hmm…?Why do I…hiss…!

Qingdeng tried to recall how he appeared here, but as soon as his brain power started, the needle-like stinging pain hit his brain and then spread to his whole body.

Qing Deng couldn't help but exclaimed pain, quickly raised his hand and held his forehead and kept gasping for air.

The cold air conditioning had a certain analgesic effect. After sucking the cold air into your stomach, Qingdeng gradually felt better.

——How am I...in bed? Am I...was I...drinking with the guys?

Tumorous consciousness, messy thoughts.

My head, which was so painful that it was almost cracked, was unable to organize effective thinking for a long time and could not recall anything.

But in order to understand the mystery of "I suddenly appeared in bed", Qingdeng still frowned, endured his physical discomfort, and tried to recall it.

Gradually, the hanging line that drooped into the sea of ​​memory came to the feeling of something entangled - he remembered it.

After deciding to indulge in a long time, Qingdeng started the "breathing" and "no one to refuse" modes.

No matter who comes to him to toast, he welcomes them and enjoys it with the other party.

The more you drink, the more excited you are, the more you drink.

During this period, Aoden actively participated in various mini games spontaneously organized by Kondo and others, such as wild ball fist, mahjong, awkward dance...

Then... nothing happened.

Qingdeng's memory finally stopped drinking with the Chief Executive Officer.

At that time, Qingdeng, who was already a little unconscious, was chatting with the general manager who was also a little unconscious while holding his arms around him while talking about some messy topics that seemed to have content but didn't have content.

He and the chief officer said in a whisper, "Wine is poured one cup after another" - this is Qingdeng's last memory."

After that, things became like this: Qingdeng woke up in the quilt, and the memory was tremendously divided, as if time had traveled through time. Qingdeng had no impression of this memory when he drank until he was sleeping in the bed, as if someone had cut off a piece of memory out of thin air.

——Is this a piece of drink?

Qingdeng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This is the first time in his life that he has been drinking until he has finished his entire life.

It can also be regarded as another level of eye-opening and experiencing a new life.

Regarding how he slept in bed, someone should have brought him back from drinking.

——Hiss...Is it so painful to drink the pieces... The head seems to be about to explode...

Qingdeng rubbed his eyes and reached out to grab the pocket watch placed on the head of the bed. With the talent effect of "cat's eyes", he looked at the current time.

——11:30…is it still in 1860… It seems that I haven’t slept for too long… Well! The bladder is so swollen…

Qing Deng realized that his bladder was swollen and damaged.

The wine I drink tonight is transformed into clean human waste.

How can I sleep in this state of swelling and painful?

So Qingdeng endured the severe pain in his head and got up with difficulty.

Looking up, Nagakura, Harada and others lay all over the floor.

Everyone exuded a strong and choking smell of alcohol, which was very smelly. The smell was so big and strong that Aoden could not help but wonder if all the residents of Koishikawa Kohigaricho could smell this stench that could be comparable to biological and chemical weapons.

Depending on the situation, even if Nagakura and the others did not drink the same thing as Qingdeng, they should be very different.

Qingdeng subconsciously held his breath, crawled out of the bed with his hands and feet, and walked out of the diners in three steps, two steps.

...

After running to the toilet and releasing physiological needs happily, Qingdeng suddenly felt refreshed and even relieved the pain in his head.

However, the world in front of me was still tilting and rotating slightly, making Qingdeng still staggering when walking.

Qingdeng just walked on the road back to the diners with swaying steps.

However, at this moment, Qingdeng suddenly heard strange sounds coming from the direction of the yard.

--Um?

Qingdeng turned his head to look at the sound, and the clear color in his eyes immediately increased a little.

——What's the movement...

Although no thief dared to have the courage to sneak into the sword hall to steal things, for the sake of insurance and caution, Qingdeng lowered his body's center of gravity, leaned his waist, and tiptoed towards the yard.

As soon as I arrived at the courtyard of the Trial and Warehouse Museum, a stream of cold air that could freeze people's breath into white mist, instantly wrapped around Qing Deng's whole body.

Fortunately, when he came out to use the toilet, Qingdeng put on his thickest cotton coat, otherwise he would have to freeze into an ice sculpture now.

Qingdeng tightened his clothes and glanced at the courtyard.

In just a moment, he found the person who made those strange sounds.

"Okita-kun?"

Qingdeng raised his eyebrows.

I saw the headmaster wearing a thick purple feather, sitting alone on the edge of the courtyard.

This purple feather is a new garment that Okita Hiroshi had bought for the Directorate before.

Purple is the color that the chief minister likes the most. The chief minister likes the thick feather heir given by his sister so much that he can't let go of it.

After the weather gets cold, I can't wait to put it on immediately. I wear it almost every day, without exception.

The iconic light and slender high ponytail is gone, replaced by a soft shawl that scatters.

The Chief Executive rarely emits it, so it is rare to present this scene in Qingdeng at this moment.

Compared to the appearance of her ponytail, the chief officer who spreads three thousand black hairs off has less lively aura, but more gentle and flexible beauty.

Because of not enough height, the headmaster sitting on the rim corridor had no feet reaching the ground. A pair of white and red feet without socks, with pink and jade-carved feet shaking like this.

The two little feet swayed back and forth like paddling, while the two little hands were supported on the floors on the left and right sides of the body, with their arms against the ground as support, tilting their upper body backwards, raising their chins, and looking at the distant deep space outside the eaves.

She was so focused and devoted that even Qingdeng was standing not far away from her now and didn't notice it.

Tonight is cloudy, and thick clouds separate the sky and the earth. At this time, the sky has neither moon nor stars, and there is nothing except the clouds dyed dark by the night. I don’t know what she is looking at, looking so seriously.

It was not until the carving that the General Office finally turned his head away because he sensed Qingdeng's gaze and discovered Qingdeng's existence.

"Ah, Juju!"

The chief officer waved his hand hard at Qing Deng with a happy expression.

"Miss Okina, why are you sitting here alone if you don't go to bed at night?"

Qingdeng asked while walking towards the chief executive.

Because there are no outsiders around, Qingdeng changed the name that he would only use when he was alone with the Chief Secretary: Miss Okita.

The Chief Executive did not immediately respond to Qingdeng's question, but first patted the floor beside him with a smile.

"Jujun! Hurry up! Sit here!"
To be continued...