Art Comes from Life, How Many Times Do I Have to Say It?!

"Emmm..." Eriri's eyes were unfocused with drunkenness. "Y-you, who you are, is that i-important?" "Is it not important?" "I-is it important?" "N—" Sogo Doma fell silent. "..." It was not that he wanted to stay silent; it was just that this conversation sounded utterly insane! No, he could not let this continue... "Eriri—" Bang! But just as he opened his mouth, after repeating herself a few times, the little blonde who had been so worked up suddenly collapsed onto the table. "Huff..." Sogo, who had been about to say something, fell silent. At the same time, Eriri began making the soft sounds of someone fast asleep. No wonder she had forgotten who he was in the end. The little blonde had gone from being overly excited to blacking out! Thinking that, Sogo first shook his head, but then reconsidered. He had wanted to sober her up sooner anyway. If he had not been worried that her excessive excitement would make her brain cells overly active, he would have stepped in long ago. Now that she had fallen asleep, this was perfect... After a familiar round of acupuncture, Eriri fell into an even deeper sleep. While she was unconscious, Sogo swapped out the Combustible Oolong Tea for ordinary oolong tea. Combustible Oolong Tea and the like ought to be sealed away at school from now on! Ten minutes later, Sogo removed the silver needles from her body. "Mmm..." As the needles came out, Eriri awoke from her deep sleep. "Who am I? Where am I? What happened?" Sogo Doma: "..." Had she drunk herself stupid? "No..." Fortunately, the little blonde was not that fragile. "Rather, why was I sleeping in the clubroom? Sogo, was this your doing?" Correct! "Heh heh..." Unfortunately, not only did Sogo refuse to admit it, he even