The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

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As he drank the oolong tea, he was completely unprepared, not believing that these two scoundrels would pull off a hat trick.

It wasn't until he gulped down most of the bottle in one go to soothe his throat that his body suddenly stiffened on the spot, and his hand gripping the beverage bottle tightened abruptly.

"Heh heh heh ha ha ha—! Hit!"

"You're really something, You. It's beneath someone as talented as you to be studying at university."

A wicked smile of triumph appeared on Miyazawa Yu's face as he raised his fist and bumped it against Iori's.

That's right! As a scumbag, he doesn't care what he does as long as he achieves his goal!

The first two attempts at this three-stage drama were indeed clumsy, but as the storm subsided, who could have imagined that the murderous intent was hidden in the final calm!

Pab's first survival rule: Never drink anything that leaves your sight!

"You two scoundrels! I'm going to kill you!"

"Iori, hurry up! Kohei drank at least 500ml of oolong tea, he can't hold on much longer!"

"Huh? Why do I have to come?"

Turning away in dissatisfaction, Kitahara Iori knew that Imamura Kohei was currently in a state of extreme anger and his fighting power had surged, and she was unwilling to provoke him.

In response, Miyazawa Yu squeezed his well-defined muscles, his expression clearly saying, "Are you kidding me?"

"……I see!"

There was no other way; in order to avoid causing a fatality during the fight, Kitahara Iori had no choice but to involuntarily get into a brawl with Kohei.

Seeing that the two sides were evenly matched, it was impossible to determine a winner for a time.

Chapter 15 Staring at each other! Peekaboo!

"Seriously! Why are they fighting again! The Pab department doesn't allow internal strife!"

"But those two scoundrels plotted against me!"

The commotion from Miyazawa Yu quickly attracted the attention of the upperclassmen. Seeing this, Juryujiro had no choice but to step forward and separate Kohei and Iori, saying to them very seriously, "I understand. In that case, let's settle this with the Pab Club tradition!"

"Shall we determine who's better?"

"Pab Department tradition?"

Their movements paused, and the two fighters simultaneously covered each other's mouths and eyes, turning to look at Juryujiro.

"I know! It must be Baseball Fist, right? It must be Baseball Fist, right? Okay! Iori, let's go first..."

Before Senior Shou could reveal the truth, Miyazawa Yu, who could no longer contain his impulse, spoke first.

Kitahara Iori was clever for a moment, but he could never have imagined that even this unlimited fighting was just a part of Miyazawa Yu's plan!

Baseball Fist! As long as I can get to that place, all my problems will be solved!

His smile was arrogant, but just as he was fantasizing about solving the problem without even drinking a drop of alcohol, relying entirely on his hand-eye coordination cheat, he was...

Shinji Tokita, however, crossed his arms and shook his head in opposition: "Yu! I'm glad you want to play baseball boxing, but no! The tradition of the Pab Club in resolving disputes is to 'stare at each other'!"

"Ugh?"

The smugness of victory, hands on hips, vanished instantly. Miyazawa Yu looked at Tokita Shinji in shock: "Tokita-senpai, are you joking?"

"Uh...no!"

"Then why isn't the solution to the problem a baseball game? Didn't you have a lot of fun yesterday?"

“That’s true~” Shinji Tokita touched his short hair sheepishly and suddenly became serious as he explained, “But baseball is a fun game between friends, and the Pab Club doesn’t allow emotions to be brought into pure baseball!”

"Huh... You're kidding, right?! Why is Senior suddenly getting serious at this moment?!"

Completely devastated, Miyazawa Yu staggered back two steps, knelt on the ground, and wailed, utterly unable to accept this cruel reality.

If the way to resolve the dispute is not through baseball boxing, then isn't everything he's doing just digging his own grave?

No! The situation is far worse than that!

Originally, he only needed to wait for the seniors to get into the fun and then start playing baseball. But now, he also has to play the "staring contest" as a mandatory option!

And the other two...

He glanced back at Kohei and Iori, who were bickering and brimming with fighting spirit, then covered his face, sinking into deep despair—

I'm doomed! These two will fight to the death once they get going, and I'm sure I'll get forced to drink too!

I'm sorry, underwear! In the end, I still failed to protect anything!

"Alright! The rules are simple! Whoever spits out the drink first loses! As for Yu..."

Gathering everyone around, Shinji Tokita poured a glass of vodka into Yu Miyazawa's mouth, then patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "It's okay! You'll have plenty of fun with baseball boxing later!"

"Ugh! I never intended to play!"

"Okay! Iori, you go first!"

Unable to resist, Miyazawa Yu finally obediently stood in front of Iori.

Their eyes met, and he tentatively used his eyes to signal to the other person that they should work together to deal with Kohei.

But there's no such thing as refusing to drink when you're staring at someone. In order to avoid being forced to drink more, Kitahara Iori completely ignored his gaze and turned to borrow two disposable chopsticks from someone else to fiddle with on her face.

"Staring at each other, peekaboo!"

"Yu...look!"

As Miyazawa Yu stood ready, a sour face appeared the next second.

Iori rolled his eyes and poked the chopsticks into his nostrils, while stuffing the bottom half into his mouth, making his nose look like a pig's snout.

"puff!"

It was so hard to keep it up; hand-eye coordination was almost useless. Miyazawa Yu's swollen cheeks trembled violently, and it took a lot of effort to barely suppress his laughter.

Fortunately, only the first round of this game is the most unbearable. Gritting his teeth, no matter how funny Iori is, he always responds with a look of disbelief!

After several attempts, Kitahara Iori frowned, realizing that this couldn't go on and time was running out!

"Hey! When Iori can't laugh, talking about serious things might be surprisingly effective!"

"really?"

"Come on! (Cheating!)"

Miyazawa Yu protested to Juryujiro in dissatisfaction, but it was too late. Iori's expression instantly turned playful after hearing the hint.

"Oh~ I see~ Yu, I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell anyone else, okay?"

"I won't listen!"

She shrank back, but bound by the rules of the game, Miyazawa Yu could only watch in horror as Kitahara Iori kept getting closer.

"Yu! Actually~ I have a very long hair on my left chest!"

"Pfft! Cough cough! Hey! You're so desperate to win, have you lost all sense of shame?"

As soon as Kitahara Iori finished speaking, seeing the other's slightly puffed-out chest and that proudly erect hair, Miyazawa Yu spat a mouthful of baijiu all over the latter's face.

"Ha, just the lament of a loser."

"Yoshi! Yu! Time to drink the penalty!"

"Damn it! I'll drink it!"

Unwilling to give up, he poured himself another glass of vodka and gulped it down. Miyazawa Yu then turned to Imamura Kohei, determined to get his revenge.

"Nai~Kengping!"

"Goo!"

The immense pressure struck instantly, and Kohei Imamura could barely contain his trembling voice.

Could it be that this guy is going to take out all the anger he suffered at Iori's hands on me?

Taking out their anger on innocent people! This is absolutely despicable behavior!

……

"Kouhei, I'm the Muscle King!"

"puff!!!"

The wine fountain sprayed water twice, but Miyazawa Yu was prepared and gracefully dodged it with a sleek turn, without even getting her clothes dirty.

"Easy peasy, next one~"

"Wait a minute! What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Huh? Really?"

He flexed his biceps and said with a sly smile, "You weren't lying, were you?"

"Well... even though puns are really bad, Kohei, you should still drink it."

"Damn it! You just wait! Drum drum—!"

Speechless, Kohei Imamura now felt that drinking was nothing; the key was to knock these two bastards out of the water!

"Iori! It's my turn!"

"Bring it on!"

"Sweet and fragrant~ soft and gentle~ a vanilla love whirlwind—kiss~☆"

"Pfft! You bastard! You actually used such a despicable tactic. It's better to eliminate them with humanitarianism!"

"Huh? What are you talking about! Drink up!"

Less than five minutes into the game, half a bottle of vodka was gone.

Moreover, everyone, including Miyazawa Yu, had expressions that bordered on mania, clearly indicating they were completely intoxicated.

Driven by the belief that they were determined to drink the other two bastards under the table, they eagerly began the next cycle of hatred.

"To be honest, I always felt like they were just trying to freeload off us."

"Same feeling!"

Seeing the drinks on Table A being consumed quickly, Juryujiro shook his head and sighed, completely unbelievable that he was the one who started it all.

"Hey, Shou, serve them that, otherwise they'll go and cause trouble at other tables."

"OK! I'll get ready right away."

As they were talking, the battle on the other side had already reached a fever pitch, and Miyazawa Yu was struggling to keep up with her noodle-like legs, which were shaking uncontrollably.

Iori and Kohei transformed into Stand warriors, releasing emerald water sprays from their mouths, creating an unprecedented spectacle.

"You guys really are..."

Pour the clear liquid from the glass bottle into a cup, and with a helpless sigh, Suzuki Ryujiro comforted the oddly shaped freshman, "Drink it!"

"Ah! We're saved!"

"Is it water? Thank you, Senior Shou!"

Dragging the two bastards who were already lying on the ground to the table, Miyazawa Yu took the glass and handed it to them.

Overjoyed, the three of them drank the life-giving beverage together, hoping to dilute the alcohol concentration in their stomachs.

"I really didn't expect... you guys to be such heavy drinkers."

Clutching his secret weapon, Juryujiro watched with satisfaction as his juniors downed the water in one gulp, finally giving a thumbs-up and saying cheerfully, "After this cup, you'll be satisfied, right?"

"..."

Upon seeing the words "alc.96%" appear under Senior Shou's arm, Miyazawa Yu's face first darkened, then instantly became extremely distorted due to the excessive force exerted!

"It's not water at all!!!"

Chapter 16 Male-male, Coercion and Keywords

"Ughhhh—damn it! I can't believe it's happening again today. My head hurts so much... I feel like I'm going to die..."

The next morning, Miyazawa Yu woke up in the classroom with a splitting headache.

The reliable seniors even specifically checked his first day of school, but even so, they still didn't choose to send him home.

Wait a minute! Do I even have a home?

After rubbing his brain, which was completely rusted by alcohol, Miyazawa Yu quickly realized a crucial problem—after being in Izu for so long, he didn't even have a place to stay.