[MTL, BL] Social Fear Players, Forced to Become King

Chapter 35

Under his gaze, the young man looked left and right with a dazed gaze, and then stumbled to his feet.

"Senior?" Atsushi Nakajima, who was sitting next to him, subconsciously supported his elbow to prevent anyone from falling.

"I... go to the bathroom." Qigong Cheng said, there seemed to be some irregular pattern rotating in the blue pupils.

Refused to accompany Nakajima Atsushi, Nanami Makoto swayed a little, and he went to the bathroom against the wall.

At such a moment, he can't let the righteous eye of God focus on the limited amount of information in a certain cubic centimeter of air. Alcohol is affecting the precision of his operations.

The field of vision flew uncontrollably from time to time, sometimes spread to the entire bar, including the subtle music vibrations in every space, and sometimes it was only reduced to the darkened wall in front of him.

I never thought that drinking alcohol would have such a side effect, and my brain was aching because of the amount of information pouring in.

The boy with silver-gray hair walked into the bathroom, at least remember not to take off his mask. The several kinds of alcohol that were poured into the stomach had great stamina, and the vision became more and more unclear. Under the mask in the mirror, the complexion was crimson.

He bent down, turned on the faucet, and splashed the water on his face directly through the mask.

It appears that someone came out of the cubicle and washed his hands at the tap next to him.

Cheng Qigong didn't care at first, but the man still wanted to squeeze in. The location of each sink is large, and there is no situation where the width is not enough.

The boy finally straightened up and squinted at the stranger beside him.

It was a tall man with a beard on his face, and when he saw him looking over, he showed a slightly greasy smile.

"Have you come to the bar at such a young age?" the man asked, "Uncle invites you for a drink?"

After that, he approached Cheng Qigong again, and stretched out his hand to try to wrap his waist, his body was hot of.

"Go away." The young man took a wrong step to the side, and his eyes were cold.

But if you look closely, you will find that his pupils are still dilated.

Hearing this, the man's complexion changed, but when he saw the half-covered face of the young man, he showed a wretched smile. He said nonchalantly, "Dare to talk like that, it's really not good, I advise you not to toast and not eat and punish you, or uncle will love you well..."

Qi Gongcheng frowned in disgust, only to feel that the person next to him As lingering as annoying flies.

He held the gun stock in his pocket with his left hand, and before he had time to pull it out, he heard an angry shout from the door: "Take your dirty hands away!"

Qi Gongcheng only felt a gust of wind on his face , there was a loud noise in the ear.

The man was smashed into the wall heavily, and the mirror behind him slowly cracked. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slid to the ground with gravity.

The sudden sound didn't startle Makoto Qigong, he looked at the door of the bathroom slowly, and said, "Zhongye, you also come to the toilet..."

The youth with orange-red hair walked in from outside, the pair of cobalt There was still a bit of anger in his blue eyes that was not aimed at Makoto Shichinomiya himself: "You bastard, don't you know how to avoid being touched by others?