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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 30: Almost Sober and Calm
Beat this wicked cat.

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Satoru's drinking capacity was very poor. If you really want to use specific words to describe this person's extremely poor drinking capacity, it would be in contrast to his strong strength. His drinking capacity was as bad as offal. With just a little bit of wine, this person could be brought down.

The reaction of a person after being drunk was whether he collapsed after a glass of wine and slept like a dead pig, or whether he let himself go and went crazy. This was like Schrödinger's cat. The latter was attributed to quantum mechanics, and the former depends on taste of the alcohol.

Considering that Satoru was almost a teetotaler, Satoru who loved desserts and drank milk tea, and was keen to hang out in major sweets selling places in Tokyo, he had not been interested on alcohol so far. Suguru had watched the hangover Shoko, but he had never seen Satoru who drunk into a puddle.

Although Suguru knew that his good brother hated alcohol and did not even like alcoholic food, and Satoru was almost a teetotaler and his drinking capacity was terrible, but he had no idea how bad his good brother's drinking capacity was. Until the first snow fell in early December, the other two of the trio who came to Harajuku, to go shopping and have a meal, until he watched the fermented rice dumplings being swallowed by Satoru.

When alcoholic food entered his mouth, Suguru realized that it was too late to regret it.

The amount of alcohol contained in the fermented rice balls was really not worth mentioning, but Satoru just couldn't do it. After eating a few balls, Satoru let himself go and became a drunken wicked cat.

Seeing a little blush among the tens of thousands of people on the streets of Tokyo, the drunken cat threw off his long legs and ran over there. Suguru, who had worked hard for his good brother, had no choice but to chase after him in pain. At that moment, he was extremely hated that Satoru's legs were longer than his.

The drunken unscrupulous cat saw the little red-haired girl as if it was a catnip, and directly grabbed the girl with his paws. In full view of the public, he continued to attack without making any surprising remarks.

There was once an opportunity given to Suguru to stop Satoru from going drunk and crazy, but Suguru didn't cherish it. He regretted it only when Satoru went drunk and went crazy. There was nothing more painful than this in the world.

If God could give Suguru another chance, Suguru would have risked his life to prevent that sinful plate of rice balls from being served.

Suguru never expected that drunk Satoru would awaken some strange attributes.

"I don't allowed it, not allowed it, not allowed it!" Satoru grabbed Yayoi with his two paws, and was still muttering super loudly. One feet was placed in front of Yayoi, and two paws hugged Yayoi's shoulder.

The expression on the her face was confused and helpless.

Misako, who was on opposite the of Yayoi, was already dumbfounded. She looked at her red-haired friend with trembling eyes. The disbelief in her eyes was filled with shock, and the shock was filled with enlightenment.

She looked at the person clung to Yayoi. He had a good face and a good figure. Then dhe turned to look at Yayoi with eyes full of 'I didn't expect that, it turns out you are such a person'.

Yayoi: "..."

I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense QAQ

Suguru: "..."

Goddammit, this guy was obviously a man with a height of 180+ and still needed to be increased, but Suguru suddenly saw a coquettish female high school student.

"Do you not want me anymore?" Satoru's expression was pitiful, and his soft white hair actually looked much better-behaved at this moment. With his pair of pale blue eyes, flushed eyelids, and the red cheeks look like a pitiful cat abandoned on the street.

Shoko: "..."

This soaring tea smell! [1]

"Then I will be angry." Satoru's eyes darkened, and his long white eyelashes were half-covered, casting shallow shadows under his eyes, making people feel inexplicably creepy.

Suguru: "..."

Shoko: "..."

Now the style of drama had changed to the evil and crazy villain BOSS?

In just a few minutes, this guy's twisted story had changed several times, from an angry housewife to a charming and arrogant villain BOSS. All styles of drama were not inconsistent with him involved. He could control any twisted story.

Shoko and Suguru took a deep breath and looked at Satoru with complex eyes who was squirmed on Yayoi's body like a boneless mollusk. They all had the same complaint in their hearts - yor really know how to do ooc, right?

Misako looked at Satoru, then at the two high school students behind him, and then at her silly red-haired friend. She took out her phone and said solemnly, "Do you want me to call the police for you?"

Yayoi: "..."

Suguru: "..."

Shoko: "..."

The two high school students stared intently at the squirming white-haired boy lying on the little red-haired girl.

You were considered a pervert, you d*mn pervert.

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One night in early December of 2005 was destined to be a magical night. There was snow falling in the sky outside a hotel in Harajuku, Tokyo. At first, it was just fine snowflakes. It would disappear without even leaving a trace, but instead it would turn into snowflakes flying and fell all over the sky.

The world was unpredictable, just like snow. At first it was just a small snowflake, but then it became more and more intense, and eventually it turned into an unstoppable heavy snow.

The hotel proprietress did not expect that on such a night, four weirdos would come to her hotel aggressively and say that they wanted to book a room.

The proprietress, who was over middle-aged and had seen a lot of worldly things, looked at this strange group of four people with suspicion. The hair colors of these four people were not the same. The one with the most conspicuous hair color was the little red-haired girl who looked to be the youngest. The youngest one was holding an unconscious white-haired boy.

By the way, she saw that boy's height was also 1.8 meters tall, but strangely he was carried by the red-haired girl. She held his waist with one hand and passed through it with one hand. The boy knees were bent, looking at this posture, it was a typical princess carry.

Just someone to be held with princess carry style...

The proprietress looked at the tall white hair and the red hair that looked like there was not much flesh on her body, and fell into a strange silence.

"Hngh~" The white-haired boy who was carried by the red-haired girl rubbed her with both his hands on her neck, and made a soft trembling sound.

The look in the boss lady's eyes became even more suspicious, and she turned to look at the small-eyed high school boy in front of her.

"Geto." Shoko, who was behind him, said, pointing to Satoru, who was holding Yayoi's neck and refusing to let go, "This guy won't let go."

Suguru's eyes twitched and he said firmly, "Break it apart."

Shoko tried to open his sinful claws, but to no avail, so she turned to Suguru and said, "I think the only option is to chop off his hands."

The proprietress next to them was so frightened by the young high school girl who uttered bloody rants.

Suguru was silent. After thinking for a while, he turned to look at the proprietress.

Suguru's expression was as steady as an old dog's, and he spoke calmly, "Please give us a room, the biggest room."

The look in the boss lady's eyes became even more suspicious, with even fear in her suspicion.

After a long time, the boss lady, who was not surprised at all, sighed, and after a simple check-in procedure, she threw a key to Suguru.

The room was large and had a separate bathroom with a bathtub. The big bed in the middle of the bedroom could squeeze four people into it, but Suguru was not shameless enough to sleep with two girls.

Shoko stretched out her hand and pressed her sore neck, and glanced at Satoru, who was pulled Yayoi like an octopus. The winter in December was very cold, and Yayoi was warm, like a mobile heater. The drunk and unconscious Satoru subconsciously hugged this portable heating source tightly and refused to let go.

Shoko turned to look at Suguru, "Why should I be dragged into your trouble too?"

"Can you bear to let me take care of him alone?" Suguru looked at the chicken and cat.

Shoko: "Have a patience."

Neither of you was a good person. If you want to drag her into trouble, just say so.

Suguru: "Anyway... I'm worried that I won't be able to hold back and kill him."

After all, they were classmates, and the opponent was the famed Six Eyes of the Gojo family. It took hundreds of years to kill Six Eyes. It didn't matter if he killed Satoru, but Suguru was worried that he may be retaliated by the Gojo family in the rest of his life, and he would not be able to live in peace.

Shoko wanted to smoke a cigarette, but considering that there was still an underage indoors, the female high school student suppressed her craving.

"Then you kill him." Shoko said casually, "Kill him and the whole jujutsu world will be happy."

Killing this thing should be done to eliminate harm for the people.

The two of them felt a gaze staring directly at them. They both turned around and found that Satoru had woken up at some point. His blue eyes were looking straight at the two people who wanted kill him one by one. Dog classmates.

Suguru was speechless for a while.

When you wake up, wake up. When you wake up, take your hands away from the little girl. What kind of trouble were you in this posture?

They saw Satoru sitting in an enchanting posture, with charming eyes, sitting on the bed with his hands around Yayoi's neck, looking like a beautiful young man who was bringing disaster to the country.

Shoko's eyes twitched.

Satoru pouted, "I want to sleep."

Suguru: "..."

Come on, you could sleep on your own, let go of that red-haired girl, or you were going to get into the police station.

"Get out of here." Satoru said arrogantly, with a little bit of the arrogance of a young lady.

Shoko: "..."

What should I do? I really want to hit him.

D*mn, this thing made another twisted drama again? Was this the character of the unruly young lady now?

Suguru and Shoko doubt life.

Yayoi: "You sleep, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Yayoi was thrown onto the bed by Satoru.

Suguru: "..."

Shoko: "..."

Suguru: !!!

Shoko: !!!

Wake up, you're going to be punished by death after three years of service!

Yayoi pushed Satoru, but unable to do so. Satoru's hands pulled Yayoi, and his entire body was stuck to her body like an octopus.

Like a big cat, Satoru rubbed Yayoi's neck, and his breath sprayed on Yayoi's neck and ears. It was hot and itchy, and Yayoi froze.

Suguru: "..."

F*ck.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Satoru realized that the people in the room were not moving and pouted in dissatisfaction with a slightly confused look in his eyes. It was obvious that he was still drunk.

Suguru: "..."

Shoko: "..."

Come on, in your situation, do we still dare to leave? After leaving, we were worried that you might be beaten to death by Yayoi in the middle of the night.

Suguru kept complaining in his heart. He felt that he had not complained as much as tonight in the past ten years combined.

Yayoi next to him was already stunned, because Satoru's head was resting on the pillow again.

Yayoi couldn't help but raise her hand and poked Satoru's face. It was soft, much softer than expected. His hair was sticking up everywhere and looked like a thorn, but it was soft when rubbed.

The curtains in the room were not drawn, and the windows were floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The moonlight passed through the glass and poured onto the hotel floor. On the bedding on the bed, Satoru had a peaceful expression while sleeping, and the soft moonlight flowed on his hair. The bottom of the eyes was a shallow silhouette set by white eyelashes. The white eyelashes were dense, and they tremble with the breathing from time to time.

Yayoi couldn't help but poke him in the face again.

"So soft." Yayoi blinked, this Satoru was very well-behaved, like an elegant and noble white cat.

Suguru's mind flashed through the scenes of countless bloody lunchtime dramas that he had watched with his mother before, and he felt bad.

Looking at Satoru and then at Yayoi, the black-haired boy and Shoko next to him looked at each other. Needless to say, they both understood what the other meant.

Shoko sighed, "There is nothing we can do. Let's make a bed on the floor. Geto, you sleep next to Gojo."

Suguru: "Okay..."

If this unlucky thing dared to stretch out his restless hands to the underage girl, they dare to jump up and beat him to death.

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Satoru slept soundly all night. He seemed to be holding a cat, a small cat. The smell of the cat was very good, the smell of sweet orange soda. The temperature of the cat's body was very warm. It was so warm in the winter of December that he didn't want to let go.

Not all cats in the world were what Satoru liked. For example, the orange cat in Yayoi's house was not pleasing to Satoru no matter how he looked at it. Especially when Yayoi held the fat orange cat, he felt even more displeased.

The cat in his arms unexpectedly suited his liking.

Adhering to the life attitude of doing whatever he wanted, Satoru respected his heart and wouldn't let go. He even stretched out his hand to brush the cat's soft fur twice.

The cat in her arms seemed to move.

Satoru rubbed his chin against the cat, it was soft and smelled like orange soda.

The cat moved twice more.

"Gojo."

Hm?

The cat seemed to be talking.

Satoru smacked his lips as he slept in a haze.

"Let me go when you wake up." The cat said again.

Satoru curled his lips and said subconsciously, "No."

"If you don't let me go, I'll beat you." The cat said again.

What the hell?

"Send him to serve his sentence directly." A familiar male voice sounded above his head.

Satoru recognized this voice, the voice of his good brother Suguru.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Satoru met a pair of amber eyes.

Satoru was dumbfounded.

"Where's my cat?" Satoru asked, why did it turned into a little red-haired cat?

"What cat?" Shoko sat up from the floor with heavy dark circles under her eyes.

"I hugged the cat all night." Satoru said.

Shoko rolled her eyes at him, "You hugged Yayoi all night and didn't let her go. Where did the cat come from?"

Cat, you're a big watermelon.

The white-haired boy lowered his head and glanced at the 'cat' he was holding. The 'cat''s eyes were beautiful amber, and its body was as thin as a cat. It didn't have much meat. It was so small. Satoru missed it very much. Hug it a little tighter, preferably without letting go.

"I'm not a cat." Yayoi puffed up her cheeks, "Let me go."

Satoru: "..."

"Do you remember what you did?" Suguru looked at him with a smile, and the dark circles under his eyes were equally thick.

Satoru: "..."

Seeing that he was silent, Suguru smiled kindly and said, "Do you need me to take you to the police station?"

Satoru let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted, jumped up from the bed, shrank into the corner at the head of the bed, picked up the quilt and wrapped it around himself, wrapping himself into a ball, and said in shock, "I'm not clean anymore?"

Suguru: "..."

Shoko: "..."

Yayoi: "..."

No need to give it a try, just kill this thing.

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

Suguru: If I hadn't been unable to kill you I would have beaten you to death.

Shoko: I want to put these two scums in the police station every day.

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[1] Tea smell, cha qi (Chinese slang): A popular word on the Internet, is a word used to describe boys as "b*tch-like" or "b*tchy", but it is not a derogatory term. It still makes people want to protect them when they see it.

For example, some male stars are really cute and pure in appearance, and they also reveal an extraordinary temperament in their movements. They always have a pitiful look in their eyes, so many netizens use this word to describe them.


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