"Honestly! Why are you guys fighting again! Pab club doesn't allow infighting!"
The commotion on Miyazawa Yu's side quickly attracted the attention of the seniors. Seeing this, Ryūjirō Kotobuki had no choice but to step in and separate Kouhei and Iori. He said to them very seriously, "I know, so let's settle this with a Pab club tradition!"
"Settle this?"
"Pab club tradition?"
The two fighting men paused their actions. They both grabbed each other's mouths and eyes and turned to look at Ryūjirō Kotobuki.
"I know! It must be yakyuuken! It has to be yakyuuken! Good! Iori, let's start with..."
Miyazawa Yu, who could no longer contain his excitement, spoke first before Senpai Ryūjirō could reveal the truth.
Iori Kitahara might have been smart for a moment, but no matter how much he calculated, he could never have figured out that even this unrestricted brawl was just a part of Miyazawa Yu's plan!
Yakyuuken! As long as he could reach that place, all his problems would be solved!
He was grinning madly, but just as he was fantasizing about not having to drink a single drop of alcohol and using his hand-eye coordination cheat to pull off a scam, Shinji Tokita crossed his arms and shook his head in disagreement.
"Yu! While I'm glad you're so eager to play yakyuuken, that's not it! The Pab club's tradition for settling disputes is a staring contest!"
"Eh?"
His triumphant posture with his hands on his hips instantly broke. Miyazawa Yu looked at Shinji Tokita in shock. "Senpai Tokita, are you kidding me?"
"Uh... no!"
"Then why isn't the way to solve our problems yakyuuken! Didn't we have a great time playing yesterday?!"
"That's true~" Shinji Tokita awkwardly rubbed his short hair. He suddenly became serious and explained, "Yakyuuken is a game for friends to have fun. The Pab club doesn't allow emotions to be brought into pure yakyuuken!"
"Huh... You've gotta be kidding! Why did you suddenly get so serious at a time like this!"
Completely deflated, Miyazawa Yu staggered back two steps and fell to his knees, wailing. He couldn't accept this cruel reality.
If the way to settle disputes wasn't yakyuuken, then wouldn't everything he had done be for nothing?
No! The situation was much worse than that!
Originally, he only had to wait for the seniors to get drunk and start playing yakyuuken. But now, he had to play a staring contest first!
And the other two...
He looked back at Kouhei and Iori, who were still full of fighting spirit and arguing with each other. He covered his face and fell into deep despair.
'It's over! Once these two get worked up, they won't stop until one of them is dead. And I'm definitely going to be forced to drink with them!'
'I'm sorry, Underwear-kun! In the end, I couldn't protect anything!'
"Yosh! The rules are simple! Whoever spits out the alcohol in their mouth first loses! As for Yu..."
He called everyone over. Shinji Tokita poured a cup of vodka into Miyazawa Yu's mouth, then patted him on the shoulder and comforted him. "It's okay! We'll let you play yakyuuken all you want after!"
"I don't wanna play! (Miyazawa Yu's words were garbled by the alcohol in his mouth!)"
"Alright! Iori, you go first!"
His resistance was futile. Miyazawa Yu obediently stood in front of Iori.
Their eyes met. He tentatively tried to send a signal to Iori with his eyes, suggesting that they team up against Kouhei.
But with a staring contest, there was no way to get out of drinking. To save himself from being forced to drink a few more cups, Iori Kitahara completely ignored his look. He turned and borrowed two disposable chopsticks from someone and started fiddling with them on his face.
"Staring contest, peekaboo!"
"Yu... look!"
As Miyazawa Yu stood ready, a second later, a goofy face appeared.
That guy Iori was rolling his eyes and using the chopsticks to poke his nostrils, while the bottom half was stuffed in his mouth, making his nose look like a pig's.
"Pfft!"
It was too hard to hold it in. His hand-eye coordination did nothing. Miyazawa Yu's bulging cheeks trembled wildly, and it took him a great deal of effort to hold back his laughter.
Fortunately, this kind of game was only unbearable in the first round. He gritted his teeth. No matter what funny faces Iori made, he would look at him as if he were an idiot!
After a few rounds, Iori Kitahara frowned, realizing that this wasn't going to work. There was not much time left!
"Hey! Iori, in a situation like this, saying something serious at the time when he's trying not to laugh might have a miraculous effect!"
"Really?"
"That's cheating!"
Miyazawa Yu protested to Ryūjirō Kotobuki, but it was too late. Iori's expression immediately became playful after hearing the tip.
"Oh~ I see~ Yu, I'm going to tell you a secret. You can't tell anyone, got it?"
"No, I won't listen!"
Miyazawa Yu recoiled, but he was bound by the rules of the game. He could only watch in horror as Iori Kitahara kept inching closer.
"Yu! Actually~ I have a really long hair growing on my left pec!"
"Pfft! Cough, cough! Hey! Are you so desperate to win that you have no shame?!"
As soon as Iori Kitahara finished speaking, Miyazawa Yu looked at the guy's slightly puffed-out chest and that proudly standing hair. He spat out all the alcohol he had in his mouth onto Iori's face.
"Heh, the wails of a loser."
"Yosh! Yu! Drink up!"
"Damn it! I'll drink!"
Unwillingly, he poured himself another cup of vodka and chugged it down. Miyazawa Yu turned to Kouhei Imamura, vowing to win back his honor.
"Hey~ Kouhei!"
"Gulp!"
An intense pressure instantly hit him. Kouhei Imamura couldn't stop himself from trembling.
'Is this guy going to take out all the anger he got from Iori on me?'
'Taking his anger out on an innocent person! That's just a scumbag's behavior!'
...
"Kouhei, I'm a muscle-head!"
"Pfft!!!"
The alcohol fountain happened again, but Miyazawa Yu was prepared this time. He made a beautiful turn and dodged the spray, not even getting his clothes dirty.
"Easy peasy! Next!"
"Wait a minute! What kind of weird thing did you just say!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
He flexed his biceps. He grinned shamelessly and said, "I'm not lying, am I?"
"Well... while puns aren't great, Kouhei, just drink up."
"Damn it! Just you wait! Gulp, gulp, gulp!"
He was speechless. Kouhei Imamura now felt that drinking wasn't a big deal. The important thing was to get these two bastards on the floor!
"Iori! It's my turn!"
"Bring it on!"
"Sweet and fragrant~ Soft and gentle~ A vanilla love whirlwind—muah~☆"
"Pfft! You bastard! How can you use such a vile move! You should be eliminated for the sake of humanity!"
"Huh? What are you talking about! Hurry up and drink!"
After less than five minutes of the game, more than half a bottle of vodka was gone.
And everyone, including Miyazawa Yu, had a maniacal look on their faces. They were clearly drunk.
With the determination to get the other two bastards drunk, they eagerly started the next round of their cycle of hatred.
"To be honest, I feel like they're just scamming us for drinks."
"I agree!"
Seeing the alcohol on table A being consumed so quickly, Ryūjirō Kotobuki shook his head and sighed. It was impossible to tell that he was the one who started all this.
"Hey, Ryūjirō. Give them that one. Otherwise, they'll go and wreak havoc on the other tables."
"OK! I'll go get it."
As they were talking, the battle on the other side had reached a climax. Miyazawa Yu's legs were like noodles, and he was shaking uncontrollably.
Iori and Kouhei had both become stand fighters, spewing emerald splashes from their mouths. The scene was unprecedented.
"You guys are something else..."
Ryūjirō Kotobuki poured the clear liquid from a glass bottle into a cup. He comforted the strangely acting freshmen, "Drink up!"
"Ah! We're saved!"
"Is it water? Thank you, Senpai Ryūjirō!"
Miyazawa Yu dragged the two bastards who were already lying on the ground to the table. He took a glass and put it in their hands.
The three of them happily chugged the "source of life," hoping to dilute the alcohol in their stomachs.
"I have to say... I never thought you guys would be such heavy drinkers."
With the secret weapon in his hand, Ryūjirō Kotobuki watched his juniors drink the liquid with satisfaction. He finally gave them a thumbs-up and said with a hearty laugh, "After this cup, you'll be satisfied, won't you?"
"..."
Looking at the words [alc. 96%] on the bottle under Senpai Ryūjirō's arm, Miyazawa Yu's face first went black, then instantly became extremely distorted from using too much force!
"That's not water at all!!!"