Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Chapter 14: Time to Serve the Wine

A champagne tower built with stemmed glasses is inherently unstable.

Pouring more wine on top will test the stability of the tower due to the weight and the impact of the liquid.

Although this method is not rigorous, it can still be used to test hand stability and fine motor skills.

To this, Kazusuke Kiryu naturally had no objection.

The two of them came out from backstage one after the other and returned to their booth.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat strange.

The music continued to play, but everyone's gaze was drawn, intentionally or unintentionally, towards this side.

However, Kiryu Kazusuke was really lucky. The pyramid that was supposed to be the focus of the evening was only built up to the base before it was abandoned.

The manager and several waiters stood aside, looking embarrassed, not daring to make a move.

Sachiko Nakamori sat alone on the sofa, elegantly holding a glass of ice water, with a faint smile on her face.

It was as if nothing had happened.

She looked up, but only at Imagawa Ori, her eyes full of doting affection: "Oh, you're back."

"Nakamori-san, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting," Imagawa Ori said with a slight bow.

Sachiko Nakamori waved her hand, "Don't do it again, okay? What can I do when Imagawa-kun is so lovable?"

Kiryu Kazusuke's gaze fell on the table.

The opened bottle of Dom Pérignon rosé champagne was gone, replaced by several glasses of ice water.

Although I don't know what happened, it doesn't matter anymore.

At this moment, Sachiko Nakamori pointed to the manager and said, "I told them that this tower was built specifically for you. Since the main character left midway, the ceremony naturally had to be paused until you returned."

Imagawa Orihime thanked him and prepared to sit down.

"That's enough."

Sachiko Nakamori suddenly spoke up. She didn't look at Imagawa Ori, but at the ice cubes swaying in her glass.

Her voice was still so soft, like a lover's whisper.

But Imagawa Ori's body stiffened for a moment.

She paused for a moment, then realized what Sachiko Nakamori meant.

Everything has its limits.

Now, it's time for her to return to her rightful place and appease her biggest benefactor.

but……

The more unattainable something is, the more you want it.

So, Imagawa Ori pretended not to hear Nakamori Sachiko's words and still chose to sit opposite her.

Sachiko Nakamori simply raised her glass, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp, even swallowing the few pieces of ice floating in the glass.

well.

very good.

Naoki Imagawa, when I get you to bed, I'll absolutely, absolutely make sure you can't even get out of bed, and you can only sob and beg for more.

Sachiko Nakamori gritted her teeth inwardly.

However, after she put down the cup, she regained her composure.

They also acted as if nothing had happened, as if by unspoken agreement.

"Nakamori-san, can we continue now?"

Imagawa Ori tilted her head, gazing expectantly at the champagne tower, which was still only one story high.

"I can't wait to see the champagne flow down from the top."

"That must be beautiful, right?"

At this moment, Imagawa Ori resembled a boy who had never seen such a grand scene before.

Sachiko Nakamori knew, of course, that she was putting on an act, because she had already set up a higher champagne tower for her at the store.

But she still falls for it.

Sachiko Nakamori nodded to the manager not far away, indicating that they could continue.

Just as the waiter was about to pick up the second cup.

Imagawa Ori then turned to Kiryu Kazusuke: "Speaking of which, sir, you also contributed money, so why don't you finish the tower yourself?"

This suggestion surprised everyone.

"Imagawa-kun, what's wrong with you...?"

The manager stopped what he was doing and frowned.

Building a champagne tower is a task that only specially trained waiters can do. Although it's not a particularly advanced skill, it requires practice to master.

If something goes wrong, not only will millions of dollars be lost on drinks, but the whole mood will also be ruined.

Should we let the guests do it?

This is against the rules.

Kazusuke Kiryu had already stood up and turned to look in the direction of the booth.

"I'll do it."

"It just so happens that I also really want to build a champagne tower for Imagawa-kun myself."

Sachiko Nakamori chuckled as she watched the two of them exchanging pleasantries.

"Sure, I have no objection."

"After all, Kiryu-kun paid for it, so having him do it himself is a token of his appreciation."

How naive! Do you really think there's any point in building a tower by hand?

Located in the red-light district, "Kagura Club" is not a Japanese drama set; here, sincerity is the least useful thing.

"Oh well."

Seeing that the biggest investor had spoken, the manager naturally dared not raise any further objections.

"Excuse me, sir, let me explain the rules to you first."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to explain.

The number of glasses used for each of the eight tiers of the champagne tower is fixed.

最底层是36个，然后依次是28、21、15、10、6、3，最顶层则是1个，总共用到120个杯子。

During assembly, the stem of each cup must be precisely positioned in the center of the groove formed by the four cups in the next layer to ensure the stability of the structure.

"I see."

Kiryu Kazusuke nodded. This is actually the principle of triangular number stacking in mathematics.

He walked over to the car and picked up a champagne glass.

I gently ran my fingertips along the smooth walls and slender stem of the cup, feeling its weight and texture.

Then, he began.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took the cup with his left hand and placed it down with his right.

One after another, row after row, layer after layer.

Kazusuke Kiryu's hands were very steady.

Each wine glass was placed with perfect precision, with almost no extra gaps between the rims of the glasses.

Sachiko Nakamori couldn't help but hold her breath.

She had seen waiters build champagne towers; their movements were skilled and fluid.

But Kiryu Kazusuke's movements have gone beyond mere skill; they are more like mechanical precision.

The manager's expression gradually changed from worry to surprise.

These hands don't look like those of an amateur at all.

The tower extends upwards at a visible speed, with each level perfectly positioned in the center of the level below, without any tilting.

In less than 5 minutes, a crystal pyramid stood before everyone.

Throughout the entire process, there was not a single mistake, not a single tremor.

"The wine can be served now."

Kiryu Kazusuke put down the last cup and spoke to the waiter who was staring blankly at him.

"Ah, okay, okay!"

The waiters immediately pushed over another cart with 20 bottles of Louis Roederer champagne on it.

The manager picked up the microphone and cleared his throat.

"Distinguished guests!"

"Tonight, our most distinguished Mrs. Nakamori Sachiko and this gentleman, to express their affection for Mr. Imagawa, jointly present this magnificent eight-tiered champagne tower!"

"Now, let's all give a warm welcome to tonight's Champagne Call!"

As he spoke, his tone became excited and enthusiastic.

The DJ immediately changed the music, and the powerful drumbeats instantly ignited the atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)