"Write as: [Drain the cup]!"
"Read as: [Cheers]!"
"WOOOOAHHHH!!!"
The atmosphere at a Pab club drinking party never needed to be hyped up. As long as someone dared to pick up a glass, it meant the start of a war. There were only two ways to leave: either you drank until your opponent fell, or you fell yourself!
"Gulp, gulp, gulp!"
After draining his beer mug, two seniors came over to the seemingly reserved newcomer. "Iori, a real man drinks, right?"
"And you, little brother! What do you want to drink! Your senior will pour it for you!"
"Huh! Then... please give me a cup of oolong tea! Just to soothe my throat, of course!"
Terrified by the gigantic Ryūjirō Kotobuki, Kouhei Imamura didn't dare to ask if he could not drink at all. So, he just pointed to the drinks on table C, trying to sneak by.
But unexpectedly, Ryūjirō Kotobuki didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled in approval and shouted to the back, "Alright! Yu, get Kouhei a cup of oolong tea!"
"Okay! Got it! Oolong tea, right!"
With his orders received, Miyazawa Yu gave Kouhei a gentle smile and then disappeared behind the seniors' broad backs.
Seeing that he was heading towards table C, Kouhei Imamura finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When they first started drinking, he thought he had joined some kind of alcoholic club. But now it seemed that the Pab club was still a place with some decency!
"Yu, what are you doing?"
On the other side, at table C, Chisa Kotegawa was annoyed with the seniors' constant stripping while playing yakyuuken, so she came here to find some peace and quiet.
But she happened to see Miyazawa Yu smiling slyly like an old hag, mixing something in his hand.
"A special Pab club oolong tea! I learned it from the seniors yesterday."
He forcefully suppressed his impolite grin. Miyazawa Yu poured vodka and whiskey in a 9:1 ratio into a cup and mixed them thoroughly.
At the same time, to mask the smell of alcohol, he added a few ice cubes to prevent the alcohol from evaporating. Soon, a special oolong tea with over 50% alcohol content was ready!
"Eh~ Is that a good idea?"
"It's fine. He's going to drink it anyway after he joins the Pab club. Giving him a lesson now is for his own good!"
Facing Chisa, who still had a sense of righteousness, Miyazawa Yu's eyes darted around, and he gave a somewhat plausible explanation.
He would never admit that he was doing this to escalate the conflict and fast-forward to the yakyuuken stage so he could avoid drinking!
"Kouhei~ Your oolong tea is here! I even added ice for you! Drink it while it's cold!"
"Ah! Arigato, Yu! Oolong tea, I've been waiting for this... Gulp, gulp, gulp."
He took the oolong tea handed to him and chugged it without any hesitation, trying to prove that he wasn't trying to disrespect his seniors.
However, maybe the tea hadn't been chilled for long enough, and the temperature was not low enough.
The moment the alcohol slid down his throat and caused a burning sensation, Kouhei Imamura's eyes widened, and he choked.
A perfectly normal college student started to act like a fountain on the spot, spraying a mist of alcohol into the air.
"What a waste!"
"Yeah, Kouhei! Wasting food is wrong!"
"Cough, cough! Damn it... so you knew this was alcohol all along?!"
He wiped the remaining alcohol from his mouth. Kouhei Imamura was already coughing up tears, but even so, he was struggling to find the culprit!
"What are you talking about? It's oolong tea! Oolong tea! You can tell by the color, right?"
"So it's fine as long as the color is right?!"
"Of course, it's not just the color!"
Ryūjirō Kotobuki took out a lighter and lit the oolong tea. He laughed without the slightest hint of trying to deceive his junior. "You can even light it on fire!"
"If it can be lit, it's mostly alcohol! This is nothing like the oolong tea I asked for!"
Kouhei Imamura slammed his fist on the table, speechless.
What kind of club was this? They could nonchalantly serve alcohol that could be used for disinfection!
"Alright! Kouhei, leave the oolong tea aside. Have some water first."
"I guess I have no choice. Ariga..."
Kouhei Imamura's gratitude was cut short when he saw the pure water with ice cubes being handed to him.
He snatched the lighter from Ryūjirō Kotobuki and lit the liquid in the cup. A blue flame instantly rose and flickered in the breeze.
"Why is it lighting on fire?"
"Probably because it's flammable?"
"The color is just like water, don't worry about it~"
"Do you guys only look at the color of your drinks?! And you, Iori! You're trying to frame me too, aren't you!"
Kouhei Imamura threw the glass of vodka on the ground. He grabbed Iori Kitahara by the collar, his face twisted into a terrifying grin.
"I didn't mean to, but... I feel like if I don't get someone drunk and thrown out, I won't be able to get out of here tonight."
"...So why do I have to be the one to be sacrificed!"
There was no arguing with that logic. Kouhei Imamura watched Ryūjirō Kotobuki and Shinji Tokita return to the crowd and drink freely. It seemed inevitable that he would be forced to drink until he was on the floor.
In that case, it would be much more effective for the three newcomers to try to trick each other than to try to outdrink the battle-hardened seniors.
"Is that so? It's really wrong to make you sacrifice yourself... Yu!"
"I understand... Kouhei, it's partly my fault that you got caught up in this. In that case, I will be the one to sacrifice myself for you all!"
Miyazawa Yu emerged from the crowd with a bitter smile. He sighed as if he was no longer trying to hide. A sense of tragedy suddenly came over him.
Seeing this, Kouhei, who was just about to settle the score with this bastard, was at a loss. He could only say reluctantly, "Alright! I forgive you two! So, what do we do?"
"I'll drink, and you just drink the oolong tea, Kouhei. Please allow me to sacrifice myself for your freedom!"
"Stop being so dramatic, you bastard! I understand. We'll make sure to save your underwear for you."
"Really? You're so kind to me, even after I've wronged you, Kouhei. You're a good person!"
Miyazawa Yu shook his head and handed the bottled oolong tea to him. He bit his lip and took the vodka that Iori handed to him. He chugged it all at once, his tongue burning.
"Hey! Don't push yourself too hard..."
Kouhei Imamura couldn't bear to watch. He opened the oolong tea and brought it to his mouth, completely unaware that the bottle was a second-hand, opened one.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp... burp... cough!"
The oolong tea went down his throat. Since he didn't believe these two scoundrels would pull off another hat trick, he drank without any hesitation.
He chugged more than half the bottle at once just to moisten his throat. His body suddenly froze, and the hand holding the bottle tightened.
"Hehehe~ Hahaha—! A bull's eye!"
"You're a true genius, Yu. Someone like you is too good for college."
A malicious smile of a successful plan appeared on their faces at the same time. Miyazawa Yu and Iori bumped fists.
That's right! As long as they achieved their goal, it didn't matter what kind of scoundrels they were!
The first two times they pulled this trick off were clumsy, but after the storm has passed, who would have thought that the danger would be hidden in the final calm!
Pab Club Survival Rule #1—Never drink anything that has left your sight!
"You two bastards! I'm going to kill you!"
"Iori, go! Kouhei drank at least 500ml of oolong tea. He can't last much longer!"
"Huh? Why me?"
He turned around in dissatisfaction. At this moment, Kouhei Imamura was completely enraged, and his fighting power had skyrocketed. Iori Kitahara was not willing to face his wrath.
In response, Miyazawa Yu flexed his well-defined muscles, and the expression on his face was clearly saying, "Are you kidding me?"
"...I got it!"
He had no choice. To avoid causing a murder during their antics, Iori Kitahara reluctantly got into a brawl with Kouhei.
Seeing that they were evenly matched, it was impossible to tell who would win for a while.