The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

"Goshin Hiroki?"

"Yes, it's me, teacher, what's wrong with you?"

The quiet environment made the voice in the receiver particularly clear, and it was a kind of words containing an emotion called sadness.

"Can you come and help me? I can't go back."

The sadness in his voice inexplicably deepened.

"Ah."

Without saying much, he simply asked for the address and turned to walk out of the apartment.

Oh, it's another busy night.

There is an izakaya on the other side, which is very crowded and lively in the evening.

At the innermost part of the bar, there was a private room that was almost labeled as a blind date meeting for single men and women, but now the party was over and the people had dispersed.

Groups of people have chosen their targets for tonight and are ready to do something unspeakable under the influence of alcohol.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, an older girl, sat quietly in the corner. She was the only one left in the once bustling box. She poured cup after cup of golden liquid into her throat. The spicy liquid rushed down her esophagus into her stomach, as if this could confuse her lonely heart.

Twenty-eight or twenty-nine?

I really want to get married.

Thinking this in his heart, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Kang dang

The cup in her hand slipped and her body fell weakly on the wine table. The familiar darkness surrounded her eyes. She didn't need to think about anything. It was not bad to live in such a world. Thinking of this, she fell asleep.

It seemed like the phone rang.

I didn't have the energy to pick it up, so I could only wait for it to vibrate quietly in my pocket until it stopped.

She vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, and then she felt herself being picked up and resting her head on that person's chest. Her heartbeat was steady and powerful, and the hot chest pressed against her cheek, which was burning from the alcohol. And then nothing happened.

Haoshu rushed here in a hurry, but was stopped just as he reached the door.

"Minors are not allowed to enter here."

The burly man at the door lowered his head and looked down at him, speaking in a rough voice.

"Sorry, I'm here to pick someone up, not to drink."

Hiroshi gestured hoping to make him understand.

"No, that's right. It's hard for us to handle this. Go home, kid, and stop making trouble in front of our store."

The big man waved his hands impatiently, making a gesture to drive him away.

He looked up at the tall figure in front of him, then looked down at himself.

"Oh, okay then."

Since you can't get in, just call her and ask her to come out.

No one heard

The voice coming from the microphone was like this. This is troublesome. I scratched my head in annoyance and looked around. Hey, there is a bank next to me.

There is a way

After a moment, he walked back to the big man again, clasped his hands and bowed.

"Brother, my guy is drunk. Please let me go in and drag him out."

"You little brat are so nagging, that's all I can do."

A picture of Fukuzawa Yukichi in front of him blocked his mouth. In an instant, the big man put it in his pocket with a speed beyond the ability of his size to react, and smiled broadly.

"Little brother, I think you are very good. It's okay, just go in."

The big man said this with a hearty laugh and a big hand like a palm-leaf fan patted his shoulder hard.

He grinned at the big man and rushed in with his back hunched.

The room location had been clearly stated on the phone, and all we had to do was send her home.

creak

When he opened the door of the room, he saw a beautiful figure lying on the wine table, with bottles and jars crookedly surrounding her, which made Gokuru Hiroki pull the corners of his mouth weakly.

"Why would I send a woman who smells of alcohol home?"

He complained expressionlessly, then walked over and picked her up.

Eh, it doesn't seem too heavy. I lowered my head and looked at the girl in my arms. Unlike her usual stern expression, a lovely blush appeared on her face after she was drunk.

"This looks much better than usual."

He whispered softly and walked towards the taxi that had been called at the door. He did not notice that the moment he picked her up, the blush on the girl's face became even more intense.

Driving along the streets surrounded by bright lights and bustling people, the taxi stopped downstairs of a high-end apartment building.

Phew, luckily this guy doesn’t get carsick, Hiroshi thought belatedly.

"Please wait here for a moment, Master."

Holding Shizuka Hiratsuka, he turned and walked into the apartment.

Standing at the door of an apartment, he put Shizuka Hiratsuka down and let her lean on him.

"The person on the phone said the key was in the bag."

Mumbling to herself, she took out a bottle of Durex fruit flavor from her bag.

Excuse me?

I looked at her with a frown on my face. The adult world is so scary.

I stuffed the things back into my bag with some embarrassment and finally succeeded in taking out my keys.

Take it out, insert it, rotate it, and pull it out.

puff

the door is open

Chapter 33 Hiroki Gokura's spare tire life

Paji

He closed the door behind him, reached out and touched around to turn on the light. Hiroshi glanced around the room. The white chandelier reflected the European-style layout of the house. "This guy has a good family background," he sighed, and gently placed the girl in his arms on the sofa.

"Okay, then what's next?"

Looking at Shizuka Hiratsuka who was still unconscious on the sofa, and then looking at this messy room belonging to a single woman, Hiroshi frowned and rolled up his sleeves.

"Teacher Jing, Teacher Jing"

He quickly picked up the scattered skirts, stockings, panties and other things and threw them into the washing machine. Then he turned around and looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka lying on the sofa. He scratched his head and gently woke her up.

"Um"

Shizuka Hiratsuka on the sofa hummed in a daze, with a hint of pain on her hazy face. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at me, stammering incoherently.

"Little ghost, you are here"

"Yeah," I responded and helped her up.

"Go throw up. You'll feel better after drinking so much."

"Um"

I helped her into the bathroom. She had classes tomorrow morning and if she had a hangover, she would definitely feel miserable the next day.

"Well"

Seeing her somewhat confused, Hiroshi sighed, touching his forehead. He turned on the tap and washed her for a while, then put his fingers down her throat, tickling it slightly. Feeling her back stiffen, he immediately pulled his hand away.

""

The yellow soup that filled her stomach could not wait to gush out, and she drank it all in a gurgling sound. She gathered her long hair behind her head to avoid it being stained by the unknown mixture that was gushing out.

"call"

Feeling that she had recovered a little, he helped her to sit on the sofa, then handed her the cup on the coffee table.

He shrugged his nose, frowned, and asked weakly.

"what is this?"

"Honey and ginger syrup is good for sobering up, drink it quickly."

I stood up and watched her take small sips of the cup. I smiled and turned to go into the bathroom.

""

He took a basin from the side, turned on the faucet and switched to hot water, and the rushing water filled the basin.

"Well, that's it." He nodded with satisfaction and looked up at the towel rack. Which one did that guy use to wipe his feet?

Hiroki Gokoru's Secret Research

Shizuka Hiratsuka walked out of the bathroom with the basin filled with hot water. Perhaps she was too tired, and after drinking the water, she fell asleep holding the cup.

He shook his head helplessly, put the basin aside, pried her fingers apart, and took the cup away.

He brought the basin of water next to her, lifted her up, helped her take off her shoes, and then took off her socks.

Yes, that’s right, it’s the smell of a towel.

With this thought in mind, he soaked the pair of delicate white feet in his hands into warm hot water. He felt the feet in his hands move, and looked up to see Shizuka Hiratsuka opening her eyes. The drunken blush on her face had not yet faded, and they looked at each other.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Hiroshi smiled, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and looked at the clock on the wall.

"It looks like you're almost sober, so I'll go back first. Don't soak your feet for too long after drinking, otherwise it will be harmful. The slippers are already here, right next to you. Go to bed when you're almost sober. I've already made the quilt for you. It's not too late to pour the footbath water tomorrow."

Hiroshi gave some instructions and looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka carefully. Seeing that she had indeed recovered well, he nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait, Gokura Hiroki, what kind of person do you think I am?"

After making a sound of his mouth, Hiroki Gogen turned around and stood in front of her, looking at her as if he was thinking. He lowered his head for a moment, then raised his head, stared into her eyes and spoke.

"As a teacher?"

"Not as a friend."

"Really? Well, from a friend's perspective, you have a bad temper, a bad temper, you drink and smoke, you keep everything to yourself, and when you have something bothering you, you torture yourself physically."

Hiroshi became more and more excited as he spoke, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"I"

Shizuka Hiratsuka opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't utter a word as if something was stuck in her throat.

"That's just how you are. You act so arrogant in front of others, but when you're hurt, you lick your wounds alone. Did you take what I said as the wind?"

"No, I"

"What do you mean? It's the same thing as what happened today. Why did you let me come over after it was over, and let me see you lying on the table like a freak?"

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Shizuka Hiratsuka's shoulders. She subconsciously wanted to resist, but she was so drunk that she didn't have any strength in her body. Or perhaps it was because she felt his concern and didn't want to resist too much for fear of hurting him.

I still remember that sunny afternoon, accompanied by the gentle summer breeze, he said this behind her.

"Well, next time, if you still have something bothering you, I'm willing to continue to be your listener."

However, today was just like any other day, I used cigarettes and alcohol to solve my worries and depression, as if I could get comfort from it. But before I got drunk, I made a phone call on a whim.

"sorry"

His throat was hesitant for a long time before he uttered three words.

"You're not wrong, no need to apologize"

The usually assertive Shizuka Hiratsuka suddenly bowed her head before Hiroki. He was flustered. After all, the two of them didn't really communicate much. It was just that he'd never made many friends before, so friendship and promises were more important. Speaking of promises, he vaguely remembered making a vow under a tree with a girl his own age when they were very young. How was she now? Time had washed away her memories, but it couldn't erase the promises they'd made.

The scene became quiet again, and the two people lowered their heads and thought about their own thoughts.

"Next time, I hope you won't take your unhappiness out on yourself. This is my advice to you as a friend. That's all I have to say. See you tomorrow."

A low voice came out of his mouth, Hiroshi bowed slightly to Shizuka Hiratsuka, turned and left, leaving Shizuka Hiratsuka sitting alone on the sofa in a daze.

The sound of the door closing woke her up from her thoughts.