Cartoonist Code - Chapter 575

“No, didn’t you catch the bottle with your mouth? You’re too greedy, come on, there’s still some left, drink it all.”

Having said that, Tokita Shinji took back the half bottle of wine that Kitahara Iori put aside, and pretended to give it to Kitahara Iori.

“No, no, I can’t drink!”

Kitahara Iori grabbed the bottle and prevented Tokita Shinji from pouring it on him.

“Listen, Iori, it looks like you have a lot of prejudice.”

Shoulong Jiro kindly persuaded Iori Kitahara, and finally a new drinking friend came. No, he is a newcomer to the club. No matter what, he should be fooled into the club to drink together, ah, he was wrong again, he was turned into the club to dive .

“No…”

Kitahara Iori spoke softly and politely. No prejudice is fake, he simply can’t understand what these neurotics are doing, drinking naked in broad daylight makes his three views explode.

“That’s not good, junior, how can you know that running naked on the road is not good if you haven’t even tried it.”

Shitian Xinzhi persuaded him with good words. It’s just that these words sounded wrong in Dongfang Ming who was drinking silently and Baishangchuixue who was drinking fruit wine.

“Outrageous.”

Bai Shang Chuixue took a sip of the fruit wine and whispered, these two seniors are not normal people.

“It’s good to get used to it.” Dongfang Ming smiled, rubbing Chuixue’s head to arrange tomorrow’s work for Chuixue.

Because he couldn’t be sure if he would be drunk tonight. If he was drunk and went crazy with the seniors, he had to make sure that he had clothes to wear, so he arranged for Fubuki to prepare a suit for him tomorrow.

Fubuki knew the location of Izu University, and if he was too drunk to wake up, he hoped that Fubuki could help him get dressed.

He didn’t want to appear in front of his classmates as a pair of underwear on the first day of school, especially when his influence was not small.

If that happens, I don’t know how the media will ridicule him.

However, the first time the media will make fun of it, the second time it will, and so on for the third, fourth, and fifth time, everyone should get used to it…probably.

No, no, absolutely can’t be used to it, Dongfang Ming shook his head wildly in his heart. He just thought this group of sand sculptures was very interesting and wanted to play with them. But assimilation “exactly the same” he absolutely does not want.

After all, he doesn’t want his reputation to be damaged. Although he is called “The Great Demon King”, “The Warrior of Love”, “The White Cat Old Thief”, “Beast”, “Devil”, “Animal”, he has no reputation. .

At Dongfang Ming, he arranged for the little fox his “funeral affairs”, and Kitahara Iori Yoshihashi said this sentence.

“I won’t do it! I will never fall into the vices of the seniors!”

Kitahara Iori waved his big hand to reject the seniors’ request to drink, with a tone like Wang Jingze’s righteous words, how resolute and resolute he must be.

I, Iori Kitahara, even if I die, die outside, get hit by a truck and turn into a zombie and make my debut as an idol, I won’t fool around with you!

This famous scene was filmed by Dongfang Ming and Baishang Chuixue. The former uses a mobile phone, and the latter uses a camera that I bought specially for taking pictures of the seascape after I came to Izu.

ten minutes later.

“Continued Cup!”

“okay.”

“Fill Iori!”

Among the strong men, Kitahara Iori was drunk.

Among the crowd, Dongfang Ming, who was sitting beside Iori Kitahara, drank oolong tea and shook his head.

“You’re so weak, Iori.”

“So, you are brave.”

A sturdy hand rested on Dongfang Ming’s shoulder, and a malicious smile appeared on his rough face. This person Dongfang Ming did not know, anyway, he knew that he was the senior of a certain club in Izu University. The club was full of strong men and not a single girl.

Because of drinking, Dongfang Ming is familiar with these people. Even if they don’t know their names, they have become good brothers, good buddies.

“How about trying this, it’s amazing!”

Someone took out the alcohol for disinfection, because it was a newcomer, so this one was relatively friendly, while the other was abnormal.

“No no no, is alcohol with such a low concentration of alcohol for disinfection that people drink it? If you want to drink it, you have to drink this.”

This one took out the water of life, and as soon as the bottle was opened, Dongfang Ming smelled a strong pungent smell.

No, it’s not wine anymore.

Dongfang Ming’s body was warning him, and he could be sure that the drugs in the demon world had limited effect on this “wine”.

NMD, can the 96° water of life be considered wine?

Now that the harsh words were put down, Dongfang Ming could only drink it with a smile on his face, crying in his heart.

It’s over, there is a medicine from the demon world in this mouthful, it shouldn’t fall, but it will definitely get drunk.

Dongfang Ming was really worried about what he would be like when he was drunk, and hoped that he would not go crazy with alcohol.

Extra 2: Little Foxes

Chapter 1 My dad has a hole in his head!

Dongfang Wentian, he will be eleven years old soon.

He always felt that his father had a hole in his head.

From the “Little Soldier” painted by my father, I know how random his name is.

The male lead is called Nangong Wentian, and the female lead is called Dongfang Tiexin. So his name was Dongfang Wentian, and his sister was Dongfang Tiexin.

I wish the lovers will eventually become brothers and sisters, full of bad fun.

It’s not that he doesn’t respect Dad because he thinks Dad’s brain has a hole. Purely because he thought his father was too naive.

Three years ago, he lived in a cramped rental house and couldn’t eat meat several times a week.

It’s rare that there is meat on the table. Dad said that he stole it from the dog’s mouth. Or caught dogs, mice, cats, etc.

The most terrifying thing is that he believed it when he was young.

There is no Coke Sprite at home, and the only drink is green tea, which my mother and sister love to drink.

Dad’s milk powder…

Dongfang Wentian didn’t think it was a drink. He really couldn’t understand why his father, who was in his thirties, still likes to make milk powder and drink milk.

The father of a normal family is a bar drinker, and neither drink nor milk.

In a small rental house, you can’t eat meat several times a week, there are no drinks, not many toys, not many new clothes, not to mention luxury goods, there are basically no.