"The next day......"

Looking at the tiny sunlight outside the window penetrating the window and sprinkling patches of mottled appearance on the floor, the company was slightly stunned.

Peaceful, peaceful, and devoid of fireworks. The sand outside the window is also a fragment, reflecting a little light in the sun. There are countless verdant plants around it, and a fresh breath gradually cleanses the restless state of mind in the chest.

Even the surrounding walls seem to be painted with white paint by someone as if they were trying to reflect this beautiful scene. Those broken corners were carefully cleaned. Aside from the smell of freshly painted paint, the room didn't seem to be anything to blame.

It was as if the dilapidated room I had seen yesterday was a phantom. Looking at this new world, the Enterprise rubbed its eyes in disbelief.

‘…… Damn, I've drunk a broken piece? ’

This was the first thought that came to the Enterprise's mind after looking at the changed room.

I'm probably really smashed. ’

This was the second thought of the Enterprise after seeing the wine bottles on the ground.

'I'm fucking smashed!' ’

This was the third thought that came to the Enterprise's mind after seeing the Admiral lying in the corner like a dead man.

Seeing the Admiral lying in the corner of the wall at a montage angle, the Enterprise's mind was full of panicked emotions rushing back and forth.

The excitement made her heart pound like a deer, and the expression on the company's face became more and more embarrassed as she saw the Admiral fall to the ground and smelled of alcohol.

'I can't think I'm the one who hit me, right?' ’

It's only the sixth fucking chapter, why did you change the two tossing methods?

Facing the Admiral's art-like sitting posture, the enterprise number held a thumping little heart, and thought with some uncertainty.

Then again, what happened yesterday? Although it is said that it is a broken piece, I should still have some memory of what happened before, right?

If memory serves, it should be to celebrate the arrival of the newlyweds. Then the Admiral decided to get some groceries from Sacramento for a simple welcome party, and then, what happened......

Covering his headache-splitting head, the Enterprise looked at the surrounding scene with a confused expression.

“……”

There are probably wine bottles, admirals, paint buckets around. Well, there are three kinds of them.

―― It doesn't look like a simple after-dinner party?! Whose banquet is still painted?! Isn't that funny?!

And if you think about it carefully, you will forget too many things later, where did this oil drum come from? Who painted this wall? Who fought this admiral? It can't all be yourself, right?

Although it is said that the Admiral may indeed have fought himself.

But I don't have any memory! Who doesn't miss a drink of alcohol?! Isn't that normal?

Faced with the dirt on the left and right layers of the uniform on the body, the company's heart is full of dogs.

I don't know if I drank too much and rolled around, or if someone deliberately put it up, I can't even find someone to reason.

"Anyway, let's wake him up first......"

Looking at the Montage Admiral lying in the corner, the Enterprise covered its swollen head and walked over and kicked it.

"Hey, Admiral? Are you still awake? Snort when you're awake. If you don't snort, I'll kick you. ”

“……”

The admiral lying on the ground was naturally silent.

The Enterprise suddenly happily made up for several kicks, but the hatred of the aircraft carrier in his heart.

But I don't know what's going on, even if he was kicked several times in succession by the company, the admiral with an artistic style still lay in the corner and didn't move, as if he was dead.

…… It can't be really dead, right?

In the spirit of the good man's heart of not living long and leaving a thousand years of scourge, the company looked at the admiral lying in the corner with a suspicious face, summoned a bucket full of seawater in his hand, and splashed it on his head without saying a word.

Speaking of which, this bucket still has a great history. It was the bucket used by the Admiral when he planned to pit the enterprise, and it has a considerable historical thickness and charm. This time, being used by the enterprise to splash the governor can be regarded as a cycle of retribution. This is not the first time in the world of mutual pit on dog days, and the company is also quite nostalgic in their hearts.

You think that when New Zealand let go of the hands and feet to fight, it was called a fist to the flesh, and the pit people were also unforgettable. The company will never forget the days when he was sleeping in the subspace at two o'clock in the middle of the night when he was lurking beside this neurotic frogman Admiral and waking up with a bucket of seawater.

'Oh yes. Do you have today? ’

Looking at the admiral who was constantly snorting the seawater, and the lazy donkey rolled and got up in an instant, the company's heart was full of pleasure of revenge.

"Poof! What, what's wrong? Leaking? The deep sea has come in? What about the North? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's me. ”

Looking at the Admiral who was wiping his face and jumping up in an instant, the Enterprise silently put away his bucket.

It's like the person who just splashed the water is not himself at all. Looking at the admiral, he said with a serious face:

"What the hell happened yesterday? How did this building get painted? Admiral, do you know what's going on? ”

"Huh? What? Event? Oh yes! You may not believe it, but it was the wall that moved first! ”

It seemed that he was still in a state of drinking too much and not waking up, and the admiral ripped off the bandage wrapped around his head, pointed to the red mark on his face, and swore that he said:

"I said yesterday that I had met a sea monster, and I was curious about how the sea monster was a golden-white wall, so I went up and took a look, and the wall did something to me! I was just forced to fight back! That wall is super good! ”

"Huh? What the hell is a sea monster? How did I not know? Is there such an unscientific thing as a sea monster here? Admiral, you don't think you've drunk too much, do you? ”

"Really! I kid you not! If memory serves, it's more like a wall monster than a sea monster, right? Anyway, he was so fucking good at beating him, I had time to call him covered in mud, and the rest was knocked unconscious before he could do anything. But I promise, it's definitely the wall that does it first! ”

…… Wait a minute, what the hell is the golden-white wall monster?

Thinking back to the stains on his clothes, the company's face suddenly turned black.

It's okay to have your handprints on your back, and your stains on your chest! You still have the face to say it's a wall?!

That's the old lady, okay! The old lady also has a B! Your hands and claws are special industrial shovels, you can't tell the size of the good or bad!

Even if it's an industrial shovel, you can tell the difference between soft and hard with a shovel!

Looking at the Admiral who was covering his head and looking obsessed, the Enterprise gritted its teeth in his heart, intending to give this bastard another blow when no one was around. (To be continued.) )