Chapter 324 Fruit Beer War God
“Kazumi, this fruit beer is the same. Merchants who sell alcohol to minors will be punished.”
At a not-too-lively late-night snack stall, the blond young man looked helplessly at the black-haired girl opposite him, holding a small orange can, and comforted her with a headache.
“Tsk, I’m unhappy and want to drink a little alcoholic beverage.”
Kazumi, with an unhappy expression, took the orange-flavored fruit beer handed over by the young man, her small mouth pouting high.
Being turned into a girl, are even her last ways of relaxing as a bottom-tier corporate slave being deprived?!
You must know that when she used to work overtime until dawn and completely messed up her biological clock, it was difficult to fall asleep without drinking a little alcohol at night. On a Saturday night off, two bottles of Erguotou with some snacks were the only shortcut to temporarily escape that unbearable world, sleeping soundly until noon the next day.
“Besides, this boring fruit beer doesn’t taste like anything.”
Casually placing the can on the table, Kazumi continued to complain.
Although the young girl believed her alcohol tolerance hadn’t reached the level of a professional salesperson, she could easily drink a small bottle of strong wine before sleeping.
And fruit beer?
That stuff only deserves to be called a beverage, okay?
“Kazumi, do you usually drink often?”
Sato Shinichi was completely confused by his girlfriend’s quite skillful complaints. Even if she wanted to release some stress, people who don’t drink much would usually choose beer or low-proof spirits.
And to want to drink baijiu right away, if Kazumi was serious…
Then his girlfriend seemed to be a hidden alcoholic?
“Huh? No, no, it’s just… it’s just that I secretly tried my family’s alcohol before, and I didn’t dislike the taste much…”
Suddenly looking up, a trace of surprise at being discovered flashed across the girl’s face, but she quickly turned it into a shy, embarrassed look, her voice getting lower and lower.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has their own hobbies.”
“However… Kazumi, you also have to promise me something. Trying it a little is fine, but at your age, it’s better to drink less.”
After listening to the girl’s explanation, Sato Shinichi was slightly relieved. Sneaking drinks at home was quite normal. When he was a child, Shun Muto often gave him alcohol, calling it exercising his body’s metabolism.
As long as she didn’t have a bad habit of alcoholism, having such a small hobby was quite cute.
For Sato Shinichi, interacting with the young girl in this way was also a very happy thing.
Perhaps what initially attracted him was only the glance at that moment and the spontaneous fluttering in his heart after seeing the girl, but as he got to know Kazumi more, the girl’s image in his heart gradually became vivid and full, no longer that cold and lonely girl.
Although she looked difficult to get along with usually, she was actually a very gentle young girl internally. She would care about him in many details, and would stay up late playing some small game, and now he had discovered her liking for drinking.
It was like a nurturing game, always discovering more excellent and cute traits in the girl he already liked, making his liking for her grow even more.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m not in a good mood today and want to try a bit more.”
Kazumi picked up a skewer and put it into the mouth of her boyfriend, who had suddenly become as nagging as a mother, thinking he was making a fuss over nothing.
Not to mention her alcohol tolerance, her undead body wouldn’t make her get drunk like ordinary people, let alone get addicted. If she wasn’t around the dog, she probably wouldn’t even feel unhappy and want to drink a little.
Although she had experienced several life-and-death crises in just a few hours, which was something that would make her emotions fluctuate, in her heart, compared to the essence of death, what made her unhappy was the fact that she couldn’t see the boy in front of her because of death?
The terrible thought flashed through her mind. Over the years, Kazumi had developed the ability to ignore the pink thoughts in her mind.
Her previous self’s strange love-struck brain was simply outrageous, or was it that all girls were like this?
When she was around the person she liked, all sorts of thoughts in her mind would pour out like money, and they would come from all angles without repetition.
“Shinichi, do you want some?”
Kazumi pulled the tab on the fruit beer and asked the dog opposite her.
Because she was underage, at least officially, getting a little alcohol was not very realistic. And if it was only fruit beer, in terms of taste, the young girl would rather drink other flavored beverages.
But since it was already bought, life indeed needed some sense of ritual. Let’s consider it a celebration of her successful survival?
Even though her entire territory was rotten and could collapse at any moment…
“Yes, okay.”
Sato Shinichi quickly handed over his cup and nodded seriously.
This was not because the young man was greedy for alcohol, but because all boyfriends would probably protect the girls they liked from their own chauvinistic perspectives.
Although it was her hobby and freedom, these things that were somewhat associated with negative labels, the young man still wanted to protect Kazumi from coming into contact with them less.
And in Sato Shinichi’s eyes at this moment, if he could share a little bit, she could drink a little bit less.
“Heh heh.”
The girl let out a meaningless hum, took the cup, and poured him a small half-cup. How could she not see the careful thoughts written all over the boy’s face? Anyway, she didn’t really want to drink it herself, so she’d go along with his wishes. His silly demeanor was really no different from when she was fifteen or sixteen years old.
“Kazumi, drink slowly.”
Taking the cup handed over by his girlfriend, the young man saw the girl directly gulp down the rest of the fruit beer in the can.
“It’s okay, this is just a drink.”
Wiping the liquid from the corner of her mouth, the girl raised her head, and a slight blush slowly appeared on her face.
…
“I’m fine, don’t mind me, eat something!!”
“…….”
“I’ve died twice… drinking a little wine… what, what’s wrong?!”
“…….”
“Go back! I still have to fix things when I get back… damn it…”
“…….”
“Shinichi… like…”
Looking at the girl in front of him, who had gone from being noisy to talking nonsense and finally passed out on the table, the young man’s expression was at a loss.
This, there must be something, right?
(PS: Art comes from life. In high school, a classmate drank a can of pineapple beer until her face turned red, and then excitedly talked to the girl in front of her, only to be caught by the teacher during evening study, which led to our group of friends eating late-night snacks being scolded.)
(Another PS: Having a low alcohol tolerance also has its benefits. I usually have a bottle of rio when I have insomnia, and after my face turns red, I sleep very soundly.)
