Comprehensive: Gojo Satoru's Chaotic Daily Life

´Py, 呵, 呵——'

As expected, the wine flowed into the empty glass again.

"Ah ~ cool!"

Kitahara, who had 'finished' again, roared.

'Stare———Xn'

Everyone's eyes were dumbfounded.

"Come on, have another drink."

Gojo Satoru put the full cup in front of the opponent's eyes.

"Are you still drinking!? Then come again!"

Kitahara, who had already drank mochi, found that everyone had noticed something strange, and after pretending to be embarrassed, took the cup again and poured it into his mouth.

Gojo Satoru picked up the cup again and picked it up.

After a few seconds, um~ it's full again.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's play cards, you can't drink me all the time."

Kitahara, who had finished drinking, waved her hands this time, with a look of "four eighty zero" in embarrassment.

"Okay, then come on."

Putting the full cup aside, Wutiaoyu began to shuffle the cards.

The gazes of all the members of the diving club nearby could kill people. For them, wine is more important than life.

After playing a round.

Kitahara Iori and Tokita Shinji lost again... well, I don't know how many times they lost.

etc!"

"

Kitahara Yizhi spoke suddenly, with a serious face, her eyes fixed on the cup.

This is found?

Everyone secretly said in their hearts.

However, in the next second, he raised his head and said unhappily.

"Why do I feel that this glass of wine is more than Brother Xinzhi, I don't accept it!"

That's so miserable, your saliva!

Everyone was speechless.

"No way?"

Tokita Shinji put the wine glass aside and compared it with that glass.

"Looking at the general appearance, we should be about the same.

"It's just a few cents away when you drink!"

After speaking, Kitahara looked to the left, looked to the right, looked on her stomach, and ran to a distance to look.

But just look.

"Oh, is it so troublesome? Look at me."

Gojo Satoru spoke suddenly, and directly took out an infrared pen from his pocket.

Shine a light on the two cups, and the red light spreads.

"Look, it's obvious that someone else has more wine than you."

"Oh, yes."

After replying, Kitahara Iori immediately picked up the wine glass and started to 'drink'.

This time there was no empty glass to catch, and all the wine was spilled in the school uniform.

Feeling that his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable, he took off his shirt directly.

"continue!"

No, you who drink fake wine dare to continue?

After playing a few rounds again.

Kitahara held the wine glass in his left hand, waved his right hand all the time, and said with a drunken face.

"It can't be done, it can't be done, this time I drank to my stomach, let's continue next time."

With that said, he stood up.

"The first glass is to the teacher (with a shake of the left hand, the wine is spilled), the second glass is to brother Ryujiro (the wine is spilled, only half is left), the third glass is to brother Shinji (only a quarter is left), and the last glass Toast to me! (Wine splashed on the face), cool... ah——!"

Before he finished speaking, Wujo Wu suddenly stood up, kicked the opponent with his right foot, and shouted.

"Toasty, you've spilled all the wine."

"Wrong wrong."

Quickly getting up, Kitahara Iori staggered towards the corner.

Seeing that this kid had left the wine table, Gojo Satoru, who hadn't even touched a drop, also left, and the people around didn't persuade him to come back.

After all, after nearly an hour of playing, they could see that this white-haired teacher was really good at playing cards, and he just didn't lose.

If the fight continues, the West will only have himself.

Covering her dizzy head, Kitahara, who was squatting in the corner, had a uncomfortable expression on her face.

"Hey kid, are you okay?"

"what?"

With blurred eyes, he raised his head, and saw Gojo Satoru with a concerned face.

Suddenly, there was a warm current in my heart, and I said peacefully.

"I'm fine, teacher, I just drank a little too much, but I didn't expect that you are so good at poker, teacher, you must know that I was the strongest gambler in middle school.

Seeing that the kid was drunk and even bragging, Gojo Satoru still squatted down with a concerned expression on his face, and handed over the 'oolong tea' in his hand...

"Come on, drink some oolong tea to wake up the bar.

"thank you."

After saying thanks, Kitahara Iori raised her head and drank.

The blurred eyes instantly woke up and bulged.

He put the 'oolong tea' on the ground with a blank expression, and took out a lighter in his hand.

Snapped--

Oolong tea burns with a looming flame.

"What the hell is this bar?!"

He yelled brokenly.

"Teacher, why did you make Iori still drink?"

At this time, a student with blond mid-length hair came over.

Kohei Imamura.

"Come on, drink 'boiled water', Yizhi, you are really too bad, teacher!"

He said with a worried face.

"It's still yours, Gengping. In fact, I'm also to blame for dragging you into the diving club. Hey~ I'm really sorry, brother."

Kitahara Iori sighed with regret.

"It's okay, drink it quickly and dilute the alcohol.

"OK, all right."

He raised his head and drank again.

In an instant, Kitahara Iori's surroundings and herself seemed to be transformed into a gray statue background.

He put the 'boiled water' on the ground expressionlessly, and took out the lighter again.

'Snapped'

A looming flame burned.

"Damn it, bastard, you really want to kill me!"

"Hahaha, who told you to drag me in 0.6, and want to drink plain water, dreaming."

The two stood up to each other, facing each other with a titan face.

"Is this youth?"

Gojo Satoru watched from the side with a look of youthfulness.

Another half hour passed.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open, followed by an angry female voice.

"You bastards from the diving agency! Are you drinking again!?"

I saw that it was Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Ms. Hiratsuka! Xm"

Seeing that it was the teacher who had caught them countless times, the people in the diving club panicked, and subconsciously looked at the place where Gojo Satoru was before.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't know when he was gone, but the originally closed window was opened, and gusts of wind blew in.