The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Naoya didn't know how it happened.

There were beer glasses in front of them, and a few scattered bottles of high-strength soju.Shi Er and Wujo Wu drank a cup, talking and laughing happily, without being drunk, but Naoya's own mind began to feel dizzy.

——What about just pouring a glass as agreed? ! !

Hui stuck out the tip of her tongue and dipped it in the shochu, and it was so hot that she spit out a small tip of her tongue.

He is a child and can't drink too much, but his father said that getting in touch now will help him become "Brother Fu Hei" (the honorific title of school bully) in the future, so Hui had to taste a little of each.

Gojo Satoru raised his chin and pointed at the golden-haired fox lying drunk on the table: "Even though he is Brother Fuhei, he can't dye his hair like a bad boy in the future, or he will be as ugly as him."

Hui nodded obediently.

"Five, Tiao, Wu!" Naoya was so angry that he stood up and wobbled forward, performing a flat fall with his left foot mixed with his right foot within two steps.

"Oh, that won't work? I thought those who came out of the Chanyuan are all very powerful." Gojo Satoru squatted in front of him, "It's agreed, whoever gets drunk first will be a rookie."

He grabbed a pen in the air, used magic power to forcefully hold the big fox down, and wrote the words "vegetable chicken" on the left and right sides of his cheeks.

"Perfect." Gojo Satoru grinned.

Shi Er leaned back on the sofa, watching Gojo Gojo play bully|ling.

"What the hell are you..." Naoya's consciousness hovered on the edge of drowsiness.

"Want to know?" Gojo Satoru stood up and looked down at him, "I won't tell you."

Naoya fainted in despair.

Because it was in Kyoto, Gojo Satoru called the Chanyuan family directly to pick up his young master, and the face of the person directly on the other end of the phone turned blue.

——The son of a drunken maniac was actually drunk without a single drink, what kind of world is this?

It was already late at night when Gojo Satoru and the others returned to their home in Tokyo.

Hui had already fallen asleep lying on his father's shoulder, Shi Er settled his son down, and gently closed the door of his room.

"Are you really that good at drinking?" Shi Er asked the people around him.

Gojo Satoru smiled slyly: "Of course - not."

Shi Er was curious: "How did you do it?"

"This secret is only for you." Wujo Satoru leaned closer to his ear, "The spell can create a small black hole that can absorb anything, including alcohol - I added a small 'Cang' to my stomach pouch." Cang'."

"..."

Shir almost choked to death.

His eyes widened: "You crazy."

If it is not controlled properly, let alone the intestines are pierced and the stomach is rotten, it will be dead!How can anyone release destructive spells in their internal organs?Just let it go for a few hours.

After he was shocked, he couldn't help feeling amused, turned his face sideways, and let out a suppressed low laugh from his throat.

"If you don't even need your life for a drink, you can do it."

"I have this self-confidence. And..." Gojo Satoru's breath sprayed in his ears, "Isn't this just to turn off the light bulb so that I can be alone with you?"

Invisibly, his aura enveloped Shi'er, like a sticky cat blanket.

Maybe it's because I'm used to it, so I don't hate it.

Shi Er tilted his head, and the tip of his nose almost touched the other person's face.

... Has this baby face grown taller recently?

The evening wind blows the curtains, mixed with the fragrance of vegetation and flowers.

Under the full moonlight, Wujo Gojo's cheeks turned red, and his breath was tinged with alcohol.

"'Cang' didn't absorb it completely, I still drank some..." He murmured as if whispering, "The secret of 'pour one cup' is true."

He couldn't quite control his expression, and his smile was insanely beautiful.The lips that used to spit out harsh words are now stained with a magnificent color.

——It’s beautiful and delicious.

even thought.

He said "I want to taste the taste of Wu Tiao's bed", and he never pretended.

But he is very good at resisting impulse.

When he was young, he had too many impulses to get rid of it for a while, and it was inevitable that he would be beaten again in the end.

If you don't know how to endure, you will suffer pain.

Shi Er turned his face away, threw the drunk on his own bed with an indifferent face, and left with his hands.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled down.

Maybe it was because of his lack of consciousness, Shi Er couldn't stand still for a while, and fell down on the bed.

too close.

Their faces are too close.

almost on the verge of...

"you……"

Shi Er didn't know if Gojo Satoru was drunk or awake, and he didn't know what was going on in Crazy Pit's mind.

Just like now, he saw the magic gesture formed between the five enlightened fingers.

"—Boundless space."

Lips pressed over.