Tokyo Sound

Yin Ze pushed the old man back onto the bench, turned back in confusion, and asked as if he didn't know him.

"What happened to this brother?"

"He wanted to go to the bathroom, and I just said..."

"Then let him go. I happen to have a seat too." Yin Ze spoke first, pushed the dazed Matsuoka and asked him to leave. Then he sat down with a straight back, looked around at the other people at the table, showed his white teeth, gave a harmless and cheerful smile, and took the wine bottle on his own initiative.

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

After fighting for two and a half hours, Yin Ze finally managed to deal with the troublesome group of middle-aged and elderly people.

He walked out of the door reeking of alcohol, his face already dyed as red as a rose. He went straight to a flower bed and vomited freely as soon as he came out.

In fact, it stands to reason that he should be unable to walk like those people, but the Corridor of Life is super fast, and he is still the most sober one in the scene, and he still has enough energy to take a taxi.

"Is it delicious?" a voice asked in a reproachful tone.

"You haven't left yet?" After vomiting a few times, Yin Ze looked up in surprise, only to see Uchida Maaya and Nakajima Masashi outside.

"Matsuoka was quite drunk, so Iwazawa and Kasumura took him home. Sakura was waiting for you, but because it was getting late, her father took the initiative to drive over and take her home not long after."

Nakajima Jianji said with a rare hint of anger.

"The people at your table are all veterans of the company. Apart from their seniority and their ability to show off, they have made no contribution. They just brag all day long, and are as stubborn and stinky as tinea pedis. When you see them next time, just go around them. There's no need to be so respectful. I see that you are getting very excited with them, so it's not convenient for you to come and stop them. Are you okay?"

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

"I'll go clean up the mess, and you can go back early." Nakajima Jianji nodded, went back into the hotel, and prepared to call the wives of those drunkards one by one to come and pick them up.

"Is it delicious?" Uchida Maaya stared at him and asked again.

"taste not good."

"Then why do you torture yourself?"

"Drinking table culture is a culture of obedience. A group of people who are higher in class and power than you can use this to show off their status. You feel uncomfortable, but if you drink, the person who asked you to drink will feel that he is awesome." Yin Ze sighed, "I can die together with a bunch of textbook-like old employees. I am already experienced and have performed superbly."

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Uchida Maaya asked again after a while.

"Kind of."

"Do you need help?"

"Of course, I was actually planning to take a taxi in two minutes, then call Xiangyue-chan and ask her to come downstairs to pay for the taxi and pick me up when I'm drunk." Yin Ze said, "But since you're here, I can also pass out in peace in advance."

"What do you mean?"

"There are about three seconds left before I fall."

"what?"

3, 2, 1.

Yin Ze's overclocking ended, his eyes rolled up, his knees bent, and the alcohol that had been suppressed all along happily reoccupied the high ground of his IQ. The whole person was like a rice doll with its strings cut, and it was so soft that it was about to melt on the ground.

Uchida Mare was quick to hug the man who had lost consciousness and had blacked out instantly, still a little dazed.

How can it be so fast?

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

The girl struggled to hold the drunken man in her arms, standing in a daze on the street, somewhat unprepared.

Chapter 88: Floods Flooded the Dragon King Temple

Yin Ze woke up.

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

I had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, I was rejuvenated, sitting shamelessly in a pink baby rocking car and wandering in the starry universe, admiring the ancient and desolate huge celestial bodies scattered around me. The surface of the planets was a mixture of golden and milky white, that was a land covered with honey, an ocean filled with salad dressing, and a continuous mountain range stacked with chocolate... The snack planets were suspended in the boundless and empty universe, and every inch of space was filled with the sweet and greasy smell of candy.

He just slumped in the soft cradle, grabbing some barbecue-flavored potato chips and Alpine candy, with a peaceful look on his face, slowly rocking the cradle away, feeling so comfortable.

But once we returned to reality, those dreamy and happy times were over.

Now my whole body is weak and limp due to the hangover, my nose and mouth are dry, my throat is hoarse, and after vomiting many times, my stomach and intestines are already empty. The feeling of hunger spreads to every cell, and the residual alcohol is still playing tricks on me. My head aches slightly and my ears are buzzing.

In short, it feels like all the nutrients have been drained away and I am very weak.

The man swung around in the quilt like a dead fish for a few times. Finally, he reached out his hand out of habit, grabbed the phone beside the pillow, and tried to check the time with sleepy eyes.

The bright light from the phone screen made him squint subconsciously.

7:14 in the morning, still pretty early.

The chat tools and SMS boxes both showed a lot of unread messages. I clicked on them and saw that most of them were reports from friends at the party last night. For example, Iwasawa Toshiki and Kamura Haruka said in the chat group at the same time that they had sent Matsuoka home, helped wash his face, put him in bed, and even naughtily took a photo of Matsuoka sleeping soundly. Uchida Maaya also said, "I have made proper arrangements here," and also attached a photo of someone sleeping soundly on his side as proof.

Even more unread messages came from Sakura, who asked a lot of questions like "Are you okay?", "You look very drunk", "Don't drink like my dad", etc., fully and sincerely expressing her concern.

Yin Ze rubbed his sore eyes and started typing.

"Tauren Chieftain: I'm awake now. It's just a little drunkenness, not worth mentioning."

"Mature and steady adult: That's fine. Remember to drink plenty of water to replenish water and speed up metabolism. You can have some oatmeal or a protein shake for breakfast. This is how my dad recovers every time he gets drunk."

Huh? Is the reply so fast?

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

"Tauren Chief: I don't have any of the petty bourgeoisie food you mentioned. The fridge is full of tea-soaked rice seasoning bags. Besides, even though I'm hungry, I can barely eat anything right now."

"Mature and stable adults: Eating something strong can wake up your stomach."

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

"Mature and steady adult: Okay... take a good rest, and remember not to be a hero next time. It's so uncomfortable. Why are you fighting with those greasy uncles?"

"Tauren Chieftain: Haha."

"Mature and stable adult: still smiling."

"Tauren Chieftain: Woo."

After teasing for a few more words, Yin Ze turned off his phone, lay down and stretched, his body bones making slight crackling sounds.

Ah, a new day has begun.

However, he could stay in bed for a while longer, listening to the sound of the rain dripping from the window sill and enjoying the tranquility that is unique to the early morning. Yin Ze smiled and pulled up the quilt, covering half of his face, and closed his eyes to rest.

Leisurely and comfortable.

I really hope to die among wine and women, rather than bowing before carriages and horses.

In the silence, it was as if that sweet dream continued, my body sank deeply into the soft marshmallow, and my nose was filled with that faint, sweet fragrance like a girl again.

Gradually, the man went from smiling in enjoyment, to being as calm as an unruffled well, to frowning as he came to his senses, to opening his eyes in doubt and surprise.

Wait a moment.

There was no comfortable single bed in my cheap rental house, only a hard bed with a mattress.

Moreover, the pattern on this bedding is not right, it is very clean, and it has some inexplicable fragrance?

The dazed aftereffects of a hangover and the lingering confusion after waking up from a dream gradually eased over time, and someone finally noticed the unusual change that had always been there.

Yin Ze froze for a few seconds, then slowly and quietly sat up as if a corpse had risen.

It’s an unknown ceiling.

The room is covered with wallpaper in the color of maiden bellflowers.

In addition to the mobile phone, there was also a stuffed bear sitting next to the pillow, staring at him with a simple and innocent look.

The small bedroom was tidy and bright. There were several women's coats hanging outside the closet, probably the styles that were often worn. There was a red laptop on the desk facing the window, and several fable picture books were placed vertically. The seat was covered with a layer of fluffy cushions, and there was a rabbit head-like design on the top of the chair back, which added a bit of cuteness.

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

The photo shows a happy family of four, with the background being a midsummer field. The scorching midday breeze blows the rice ears in a wave-like trajectory and also ruffles the girl's hair. The junior high school girl is wearing short-sleeved shirts and shorts, revealing her healthy, white arms and thighs. There is clear sweat on her face, but her smile is as refreshing as clear water.

The man recognized who it was and also knew where this was.

The first thing I did was to lift the quilt and look at my pants.

It's over. It's not my own faded jeans, but a pair of unfamiliar brown pajamas.

Then pull open the pajamas.

Fortunately, the red boxer briefs inside were still mine.

Yin Ze breathed 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 I feel like a thief.

The house was a typical urban apartment, with three bedrooms and a living room, but it was narrow and compact, a characteristic of Tokyo. He carefully opened the door a crack and peeped into the living room.

There was no one in the room, but the smell of food filled the room, making the hungry man fall for it. The TV was also on, and the pleasant voice of the female anchor of the Morning News Channel became the last piece of the puzzle that made up this warm morning of an ordinary family.

Yin Ze was like a king of hiding in the finals, sneaking around the door for a long time before finally confirming that there was no one else. The imaginary mother wearing an apron and the serious father listening to the news, reading the newspaper and drinking milk were not there.

The man walked to the dining table. The bread and milk were warm and steaming. On the kitchen chopping board were eggs, bacon, and half-chopped green onions. It looked like he had to leave for something, so he put breakfast on hold for the time being.

Yin Ze, who was starving, couldn't resist the temptation when he smelled the food. In the end, he couldn't stick to the etiquette and grabbed a piece of bread and gobbled it down. Once he started eating, it was difficult to stop.

I dipped the bread slices in ketchup and drank them with warm milk. In a short while, I had eaten four or five slices.

The stomach, which had been ravaged by the strong liquor, had a rejection reaction to the food, and the urge to vomit came up again. The human body's metabolism time just happened to be up. The man was forced to run to the bathroom in small steps.

……

Yuuma Uchida finally returned home with black circles under his eyes.

I am too kind to have agreed to help with the night shift.

If I don't report this to the store owner and ask for double the wages, it would be against both my conscience and the other party's conscience.

But the words came back again.

This convenience store chain is really not something that ordinary people can run. Not to mention that the profits and losses are at their own risk, franchisees are also subject to the control of the unscrupulous headquarters. Even when the store owner's wife gives birth and wants to close the store and go to the hospital, he has to ask for leave, and it may not be approved. Everything he does depends on the headquarters' mood. It's really heartbreaking to hear about it and see it.

Well, this can be considered as another minefield for future career paths.

Business is tough these days. Even to get a job at a ramen restaurant, you have to compete with university students from prestigious universities. They can speak fluent foreign languages, so they can work as waiters, but I can only speak a poor Kansai accent [Note: refers to the dialect of the Keihanshin area (Kyoto, Osaka, Kobe) in the Kinki region of Japan] so I can only distribute flyers.

While most of his peers are still indulging in club activities and in a rebellious period with conflicts with their families, there is a male high school student who is preparing for a rainy day and thinking hesitantly about the future.

After all, the basis of life is money.

Without yen, I wouldn’t even have the confidence to invite the girl I like out or treat her to a cup of coffee.

The 17-year-old, innocent boy in the prime of his youth, realized for the first time the bitter feeling that a passionate love had to succumb to reality when his girlfriend broke up with him last week because she was dissatisfied with his stinginess.

Alas, another turbid sigh.

Uchida Yuuma returned home exhausted from the night watch. He knocked on the door because he didn't have his key with him.

My sister usually wakes up very early, so she must have finished making breakfast by now.

After waiting patiently for a while, footsteps were finally heard from the other side of the door.

The security door was half open, and the sister was not the kind and gentle one I had expected.

He was a strange man with messy hair covering half of his face, and he looked extremely suspicious.

The man poked his head out cautiously.

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

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

"Still acting sneaky. May I ask who are you?" The strange man was very alert. He came to the door so early in the morning. NHK toll collectors [Note: Because NHK's TV programs have no advertisements and therefore no investors, they must maintain their operations by charging viewers. Toll collectors go to the door and ask all residents who own a TV to sign a contract and collect fees. Even for some residents who don't have a TV at home, the toll collectors can use the excuse that you watch NHK programs on the Internet to charge fees. Their attitude is very tough and they will keep pestering you until you pay. It's very annoying and they are considered rats crossing the street in Japan] are not necessarily so dedicated. Could he be scouting?

"You ask me? I was going to ask who you are?!" Uchida Yuma stared at the three words "Uchida Family" for a long time, and finally reacted. He roared loudly and was about to break into the door.

"What are you doing! You are illegally trespassing in someone else's house! I told you I was going to call the police!" the man scolded harshly and closed the security door at the speed of light.

"Call the police? You're just the thief crying 'stop thief', right? How on earth did you get in there? Where's my sister? If anything happens to her, I'll skin you alive!"

Uchida Yuuma was so emotional that he even launched a set of hot-blooded punches at the security door.

“Your sister?” The man who was sticking his finger to the peephole in the house was stunned, then shouted, “It’s a misunderstanding, it’s a misunderstanding! Little brother, let’s talk it out… Hey! Don’t use the shovel! You look like you’re going to eat me! I’ll open the door now, open the door!”