I formed the strongest swordsman group

Hijikata and Harada are "social terrorists" who know nothing about shame.

Kondo, Yongcang, and Inoue are the top social cattle.

What will the banquet organized by these people look like... One can imagine...

In the first half hour of the banquet, it was still a normal farewell party.

Then, half an hour later... the painting style changed suddenly!

There is no one who is not good at drinking in the whole test hall.

Although Qingdeng was not greedy for drinking, he didn't have much resistance to the feeling of "drunken with yellow soup".

Even Saitoichi, who is taciturn, is also a wine hero who can finish a full-pack of Japanese sake that is converted into a modern unit of degree, which is about 20 degrees.

In addition, Kondo Isamu, Nagakura Shinpachi, and Harada Sanosuke are three brothers who not only love wine but also dance.

Once these three masters have drunk their heads, they can't help but run quickly to the center of the banquet hall and dance in full view.

The dance they danced...Let's put it this way-if you call what Kondo, Nagakura, and Harada danced a "dance", then it is an insult to all dancers in the world.

The limbs seem to have their own consciousness, and they move around according to their own wishes.

The rhythm of the action is completely out of tune with the tune of the song they hum.

There is a lot of emotion, but no skills at all.

A good farewell party just turned into a wine fight and a dance party without warning, as a matter of course, smoothly and completely.

However, it is undeniable that whether Hijikata and Inoue's fight for alcohol or Kondo and the others' messy dance, they all made the atmosphere of the banquet very joyful, lively and full of fireworks.

Okita Hikaru, who was supposed to be the protagonist of this banquet, was completely left aside.

However, Okita Hikaru also looked like he not only didn't care, but also enjoyed it.

I saw Okita Hikaru, who was full of "mature adult" aura, sitting in a corner of the banquet hall in a decent posture that could almost be written in a textbook, drinking Whiztraminer while smilingly looking at the Every scene every scene.

The same is true for Qingdeng.

Like Okita Hikaru, he quietly watched everything in front of him. There is a faint smile on the slightly raised corner of the mouth

Everyone in the test hall is noisy and noisy...but he doesn't like this kind of scene.

Rather, such a situation brought him a strange sense of peace of mind.

I've had similar feelings before, but it's never been as strong and intense as it is now.

Is it because we haven't held a banquet for too long?

Is it because you just returned from a battlefield full of mud, blood and killing?

More than ten days ago, he was in the "mountain country" Jiafei, fighting to the death with the vicious bandits. In less than 20 days, he was placed in a lively banquet, having a good time with his brothers and sisters. Drinking—this kind of rapid change in the surrounding environment really gives people a dreamy feeling of doubting whether they are meeting Duke Zhou.

Is this sense of dream related to the sense of security that is filling Qing Deng's body now?

Qingdeng couldn't figure it out...and he didn't have time to figure it out.

Because this question was swallowed up by the hearty laughter intervening in his thoughts.

"Mr. Ju! Why are you sitting here drinking alone? Come and fight with me! Whoever loses will have a drink!"

Qingdeng looked up and saw the beautiful eyes that were looking straight at him, not far away.

Eyes clouded by intoxication.

Eyes that shine like the spring sun with a smile.

Looking into such a pair of eyes, Qing Deng smiled unconsciously—the same smile as the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Okita-kun, are you drinking too much?"

"No, no, no~"

The chief executive cheerfully hugged the wine bottle in his arms, and the corners of his beautifully lined mouth extended a little toward the ears, and more and more bright smiles flooded his slightly flushed pretty face.

"My drinking capacity has increased a lot recently! Just one or two bottles of sake can't fill me up!"

The general manager is a girl who is as cheerful as the sun.

After drinking some wine, under the stimulation of alcohol, he became more lively and playful.

At this time, Okita Hikaru not far away interjected with a slight frown:

"Director, be careful. Don't get drunk again."

"I know~ I know~"

The chief said with a smile.

"I'll pay attention! Come on! Ju-kun! Let's punch together! I'll kill you until you're gone~~"

"Ha, how dare you say that!"

Qingdeng, who was amused, picked up the wine bottle by his leg and stood up.

"Then come on! Let's see who will be killed!"

It's been a long time since I've had a good rest.

Looking back on the past two months - clearing up the remnants of the barbarian group, crusading against the bandits in Kai... A series of incidents that would kill you if you are not careful.

Now that he has become a general of Huo Fu Thief Kai, facing busyness, blood and fire, and dangers that ordinary people do not encounter will become a matter of course in daily life.

If not, by tomorrow morning, a new case file will be submitted to Qingdeng.

It's not bad to take advantage of the rare quiet time right now, and have a good time with your friends.

If the theme of the banquet deviates, deviate from it! Anyway, no one should care about this kind of thing.

Holding on to the mentality of "you need to relax", Qing Deng, who decided to devote himself wholeheartedly to the joyful banquet at the moment, came to a corner of the banquet hall where no one was disturbed, one after the other with the chief executive.

Fist, drink.

...

After seven rounds of punching and losing all records, after drinking the seventh glass of wine, he collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud.

When she was about to pass out, she murmured:

"Huh? Why is this radish so unpalatable? Not only is it tasteless, but it's also hard to chew..."

Qingdeng gently smoothed the chief's smooth ponytail with gentle movements like stroking a dog's fur:

"Since it's not tasty, let go, okay? My leg really hurts..."

...

...

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Kondo and the others, who were exhausted from the fuss, fell to the ground in a mess.

Qingdeng, who has always adhered to the principle of "never get drunk", stopped raising his glass in time when his consciousness began to trance.

As a result, he is one of only six people who are still sane.

The other 5 people who were also not drunk were Saitoichi, Okita Hikaru, Abi, Matsui Chang and Kubei.

"Really..." Ah Bi rested his forehead and sighed, "Again, we are the only ones left who can still move. After every banquet, we have to help these drunks clean up the mess, it's really annoying..."

People like Qingdeng and Saito, who have never been drunk, have accumulated a wealth of experience on how to carry drunks who are so drunk.

After a lot of fuss, Kondo and others were dragged back to the room one by one, and the messy banquet hall finally regained its initial stability.

Qingdeng dragged Harada back to the "room of diners", and when he got up and returned to the banquet hall, he found that almost all the people who were supposed to go back to their rooms had already returned to their rooms.

At present, the people who are still in the banquet hall and have not been dragged away... only a little drunk who disguised herself as a man...

"Okita-kun..."

Qingdeng let out an "ah" with a complicated expression.

As expected, the boss drank too much again.

This is an old problem of the chief executive... If you don't touch alcohol, you must drink until you lose consciousness.

After all the punches of the general manager, and after drinking 7 glasses of wine in a row, he was so drunk that he hugged Qingdeng's thigh as a radish, and he was afraid that the unconscious general manager would do something stupid again, such as using someone's body part as food. After eating, Qingdeng quickly handed over the little drunk to Okita Hikaru.

Seeing the general's unseemly appearance, Okita Hikaru expresses his annoyance, and at the same time sternly expresses that he will strictly monitor him and never let the general manager touch a drop of wine tonight.

But who knows, the girl in charge is really very smart.

She woke up a little at some point, and while Okita Hikaru was concentrating on enjoying Harada Sanosuke's "Hands Don't Listen to Head" dance, she secretly took two bottles of sake.

By the time Okita Hikaru found out, the two bottles of wine were already empty.

This time, the chief executive was completely drunk, belching and belching cutely.

At this moment, Qingdeng put his hands on his hips and looked at the chief not far away with a dumbfounding expression.

After the fireworks display, Qing Deng felt deep regret for the lack of smart phones and portable cameras in this era for a long time.

He really wants to record the current appearance of the general manager completely, and show it to her when the general manager wakes up in the future, so that she can experience what it is like to have a wave of "black history being controlled by others" a feeling of.

"Hmm... Sniff! Sniff!"

At this moment, I saw the general manager walking around the banquet hall on all fours, while repeatedly twitching his lovely nose, just like a simple and honest Shiba Inu—and the kind that is wagging its tail crazily.

"Um……?"

All of a sudden, she stopped with an "um" sound, the frequency of her nostril shaking increased sharply, and a dull hair on her hair curled up slightly as if she had sensed something.

The next moment, she hurriedly ran towards...Correct, she crawled towards Qingdeng with hands and feet. With gentle movements like holding a feather, he picked up an unopened bottle of sake at Qingdeng's feet.

"Hey hey~"

While showing a happy smirk, the chief executive rubbed the body of the wine bottle repeatedly with his delicate side face full of blush, his eyes narrowed into narrow slits

"Found you~~ hiccup~"

While speaking, he lifted the catkin wobbled, ready to unscrew the bottle of the wine bottle.

At this moment, a big hand stretched out from beside him and snatched the wine bottle from his hand.

"Okita-kun! You can't drink any more!"

"Ahh~Juju-jun~give me back~give me back~~"

He was so drunk that he couldn't even speak clearly, and the tone of his voice became limp, and the chief executive raised his arms high, trying to snatch the wine bottle from Qing Deng's hand.

Qingdeng sighed helplessly, then stood up and stretched his arms high, lifting the wine bottle above his head.

In an instant, an insurmountable mountain stood in front of the chief executive.

The "short-legged dog" of the general manager wanted to snatch something from Qingdeng's hands... It was somewhat self-defeating.

"Ah~ give me back~ give me back~~"

Not to mention how the chief secretary struggled to stand on tiptoes that are as tender as green onions; let alone how the chief secretary stretched his arms to the limit; let alone how the chief secretary jumped like a rabbit, in the face of the absolute height difference, it was useless and useless .

Qingdeng handed over the bottle to his left hand, and the chief director bouncing up and down to Qingdeng's left side.

Qingdeng handed the wine bottle to his right hand, and the chief director bouncing up and down to Qingdeng's right side.

After walking around the chief executive several times like this, Qingdeng patiently advised:

"Okita-kun, don't drink anymore, look at how drunk you are now, stop and stop."

Qingdeng's words were sincere.

"Mmm~~"

The general manager held the skirt of Qingdeng's chest with one hand, and stretched the other hand to the limit with his toes, which were slightly white at the knuckles, and Qingdeng lifted the bottle to the ceiling even if he didn't give up. A flat wine bottle——Obviously, she didn't listen to Qing Deng's words at all.

Like a sloth, most of his body is hung on Qingdeng's body. His small round face is very close to Qingdeng's nose, more than five centimeters away, closer than three centimeters, so close The eyebrows are not too much. Without much concentration, he could casually count the chief's slender eyelashes one by one.

He could clearly feel the chief director's breath, and the warm breath full of alcohol smell was continuously sprayed on Qingdeng's face, obviously the alcohol content was astonishingly high, but Qingdeng miraculously didn't find it unpleasant.

Qingdeng's gaze met the chief's eyes only for a moment, and then he quickly looked away bluntly, not daring to look at the chief again.

Qingdeng really likes the reddish-white color, and the chief... her current face just happens to be this color.

The chief executive is not the type whose face turns red like a monkey's butt when he is drunk.

No matter how drunk he was, the chief executive's face would only be covered with a rosy sunset glow.

This "sunset glow" cooperates with the director's original white and tender skin to create a gorgeous scenery that can't be said to be peerless, but it is enough to make Qingdeng's heart flutter.

At the same time, the current appearance of the general manager who can't even speak clearly gives people the feeling of a "sick beauty" inexplicably, which is pitiful.

The desire to protect the chief executive in his arms, like the spring water gushing out of a spring, rose crazily.

Qingdeng felt his heart beating so fast...

Every time the director's breath was sprayed on his face, he could clearly feel the "boom" sound in his chest getting a little bit heavier.

"Okita-kun..."

Qingdeng took a deep breath, forced himself to stabilize his mind, and tried to make the last wave of efforts to dissuade the chief executive from drinking.

However…….

It's too late, but it's fast.

Mutations abound.

"Ah...~~"

The chief executive suddenly let out a small exclamation.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of fragrant wind accompanied by intoxication, bumped directly into Qing Deng's arms.

Qingdeng, who hadn't expected this change, couldn't help but also screamed, subconsciously stretched out his hands, tightly hugging the thing that suddenly bumped into his arms, and then fell to the ground facing the sky.

The field of vision is dizzying.

The ceiling appeared at the forefront of the line of sight.

Also appearing in front of the line of sight... there is also a slender ponytail that is full of luster and feels as soft as the world's most high-grade silk.

"Chong, Okita-kun?"

In an instant, a look of shock filled every corner of Qingdeng's face.

He stared dumbfounded at the chief executive who just bumped into him, was hugged tightly in his arms at this moment, and was now intermittently crying out in pain, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......~".

Just now, in order to snatch the wine bottle back from Qingdeng's hands, the chief executive continued to stand on tiptoe.

The entire weight of the body is supported by a few tiny toes.

If it was in normal times, let alone tiptoeing, even if the chief executive was asked to stand on his head with only his fingers on the ground and "reverse tiptoes", the chief executive's body would still be stable.

But the problem is... the chief executive is in a trance right now.

Crawling like a Shiba Inu on all fours... It's obviously impossible to have the normal standing ability after being so delirious.

With such a state of body and mind, making such a posture that is difficult to maintain the center of gravity... It is only a matter of time before you fall.

Sure enough—the chief executive, who was in a hurry to grab the drink back, accidentally lost his balance at the moment just now, and fell forward unsteadily, bumping straight into Qing Deng's arms.

Just like that, both Qingdeng and Zongsi fell on the tatami.

Because Qingdeng was used as a cushion, the chief executive was not injured.

Qingdeng, who was lying on his back on the ground, felt that his back was in severe pain, but fortunately the ground under his feet was soft tatami mats, not hard brick and stone roads, and there were no wine bottles, desks, etc. It was not a person's thing, so Qingdeng didn't suffer any injuries.

The chief executive, who has lost his basic ability to judge, has no idea what the current situation is like.

She raised her head, looked around in a daze...then buried her head again.

I don't know if it was because she was lying comfortably in Qingdeng's arms, she narrowed her eyes, and like a tired puppy, she curled up on Qingdeng's broad chest to take a nap.

Leaving Qingdeng there alone felt awkward and cramped.

The two lay on the ground in a hugging posture, like the most intimate couple in the world.

The distance between the two was so close that their breaths almost collided.

The body temperature of each other is transmitted to each other through the clothes.

The director's warm breath made Qingdeng sweat profusely on his forehead.

The chief's powerful heartbeat continued to shake Qingdeng's eardrums.

The emotion called "reason" slowly occupies the dominance of the brain and body.

— Fortunately, there is no one here now!

Qingdeng let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately no one was around.

Otherwise... Maybe it will make people wonder if he has any special hobbies.

Taking advantage of the chief executive's drunken immobility and so on...

Qingdeng just rejoiced for his good luck——

Slap, slap, slap...

In the direction of the corridor, there was suddenly the sound of footsteps that I had heard many times in the past three months.

Wow—the paper sliding door of the living room was pulled open.

In an instant, Qingdeng felt his neck become extremely stiff.

He turned around mechanically.

At the door, Okita Hikari looked down at him who was close to the chief executive with an expressionless face.

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The author went to the Civil Affairs Bureau yesterday!

But it wasn't the author who got married, it was the author's elder brother who got married, and the family went to witness this historic scene together.

Because it is a special day, so in order to celebrate, the whole family had a lively meal and watched a movie outside, tossing and tossing until 23 o'clock before returning home. The author wrote desperately until 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning, and finally wrote 5000 words (Leopard Head Crying.jpg)

Although the number of words is a bit short, since yesterday was the author's family's big day, please forgive Leopard!