Fool's Love

Am I dreaming?

"Come—who's the king?"

Matsumoto held the lottery in his hands after the confusion.Afterwards, the surrounding people each drew out a lottery from inside.I glanced at the text on the sign - it was number four.

"Ah, I am the king!" Miyamoto held up his sign.

Ze Mu began to frown: "Why do you have a smirk on your face... You don't think of any strange ideas, do you?"

"Who do you think I am! How about it, number three, please go to the front desk to get five cups."

"Who is number three?"

"It's me." Matsumoto showed the number on the sign.After a while - about 5 minutes or so, he came back with five cups.Each of us shared one and poured half a glass of soju into each glass.

I frowned and licked the rim of the cup.so spicy!Because I am not familiar with most of the people here, I am not ashamed to say it. I have never drank alcohol before, and I don’t know if I can drink it.

However, the first bite felt spicy, and the second bite started to get used to it a little.The body in the yukata began to feel warm, and when I looked sideways, I felt that Masumi was also very beautiful today.

"Come on! Round Two Round Two—Who's King?"

Number one—it says so on the sign in his hand.Then, I heard a familiar voice.

"It's me! It's me."

"Miyamoto? Why is it you again?"

"Haha, don't be angry, Zemu. My luck in drawing lots is always good. Speaking of which, what are you going to do this time? Just ask No. [-] to walk around the room with No. [-] on your back!"

"I am number one."

Desperately raised his sign.My eyes followed the faces of the people present for a week, and the one who responded was Kaga who brought shochu.

He is about the same size as me.It was not an easy task to carry him on his back. The muscles accumulated during the sports meeting had long since disappeared, leaving only a handful of thin bones that had shrunk back to their original shape.

It's just a circle around the room, but walking is like a practitioner walking on a road covered with charcoal fire.

At the end of the lap, I put Kaga down amid the clapping of several people headed by Miyamoto, and returned to my seat.

Another sip of soju.I felt that I had become less like myself, and my courage grew stronger and stronger in my heart.

"It's so tiring! Miyamoto-san, this is too exhausting!"

While I was talking, my whole body smelled of heat and alcohol at the same time.Miyamoto started laughing again.

Even though he said "Okay, I got it", the guy's expression showed that he was still unrepentant.

"Let's start the next round!"

Matsumoto collected the long picks again and grasped them into a bunch.In a daze, I pulled out one, and the number on it was four again.

"Where is the king? Who is the king?" Zemu asked.

"Huhuhu..."

An ominous foreboding.

"Sorry, it's me again this time!"

An exasperated Miyamoto announced in an exasperated voice.He held up the lottery in his hand.

"It's only a little short, I'm number two."

Masumi stared at his lottery with pity.Ze Mu turned his anger on Matsu himself, who was responsible for messing up the lottery.

"Matsumoto, did you mess up the sign?"

"How, how could it be..."

"Hmph, this is of course due to the strong luck I am proud of."

Miyamoto said proudly.For some reason, there is a vague feeling that this person's nose is about to be lifted into the sky.

"It's turned into a tengu."

"Indeed, it has become a tengu."

When Masumi and Sawaki sang together, the scene was as interesting as the manga.Of course, Miyamoto, who would be annoyed by this simple sentence, is also very interesting.

"Whispering! No matter what you say, I am the king anyway, so I have to listen to what I say now."

"Hey, okay, okay. What does His Excellency King plan to do?"

Masumi spoke in a coaxing tone, which made Miyamoto, who wanted to regain his confidence, dumbfounded.

Ze Mu laughed so hard that I also "puchi" laughed with the drunkenness that made my brain dizzy.

"Masumi, now go kiss the beckoning cat next to the bed!"

——This is what Masumi teased him before, and Miyamoto returned it intact.but……

"Miyamoto, the rules—the rules."

"Ok?"

"The rules of the king's game... that's not how you give orders."

Masumi still looked at ease.He also drank alcohol, combined with the previous self-report, he may be slightly drunk at the moment, and his tone of speech is slightly different from usual.

Zemu followed suit: "Ah—what can we do? It seems that Miyamoto-san will be deprived of the right to be king three times..."

"Annoying, annoying! Since this is the case! Number two, go kiss number four now!"

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and many more……

... Hey?

I replayed what Miyamoto said just now in my mind: Once.I wondered if I had heard it wrong, and recalled it again, it should not be that I heard it wrong: the second time.

He raised the wooden lottery in his hand to his eyes, and the fingers holding the lottery kept shaking.The number in front of him was undoubtedly number four.

Is it because of alcohol?The head is so dizzy that there are some ringing in the ears.Several people in the room were talking, and vaguely heard words such as "Hey, Miyamoto, I will never let you be the king next time", "Oh, I know, really", "However, since I have already said it, this Follow the round carefully."...wait for the voice.

As the ending, the voice that seemed to hit me head-on and woke me up was a voice from beside me: "Who is number four here?"

I silently raised the lottery in my hand.

"Mountain shore?"

a question.Fidgeting all over, I just nodded silently.

"You shouldn't object to kissing, right?"

My mind went blank.I don't know...Because I am introverted and not good at interpersonal communication, I have no lover so far, and naturally I have never kissed anyone-I don't know, so I shook my head back and forth several times.

As a result, Masumi seemed to understand the meaning of "not repelling".The next moment, a pair of hands suddenly supported my cheek.

So close.Smelling of alcohol, this man's face was very close to mine.The last time I looked at Masumi so closely was a long time ago. It was not long after the open day of the class. He stayed up late the night before and couldn't hold on during the day, so he fell asleep at my house.

Only at this time, I dare to secretly look at his face.And now... am I dreaming?

I can no longer feel the existence of my body, it seems that I only have this head held by his hand.

Then, the beautiful face in front of me suddenly moved closer—something quickly landed on my lips.is a kiss.

There are also such people: during the festival, a relative stuffed a candy in his hand, swallowed it carelessly, and slowly noticed the sweet taste left in his mouth.

I hurriedly asked if I could give another one, but the answer was that it was a special product brought back from abroad, and now there is no one left.That's how I feel right now.

It was too short, even though the kiss was on, and the reaction of the heart beating violently also explained this, but aftertaste, it was just the soft touch on the lips.

Because I was too scared, I subconsciously closed my eyes just now.Other than that, I think Masumi's kissing skills are terrible - baseless, that's all.This guy can't kiss at all.The touch on the mouth has not stayed as long as the breath.

"Okay, next round, next round."

Amidst the boisterous boos around, Masumi still remained as if nothing had happened.

"Do you feel moved?" Miyamoto had a smirk on his face.

"Here are all male high school students, what are you thinking?"

"Haha, yes, yes!"

Masumi had a big smile on his face that I had never seen before.Seeing him laughing, I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

The body that was originally soaked in alcohol felt hypoxic due to the sudden burst of laughter.Just laughing, drinking, and drawing another lottery.