Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Go back to school.

It was a very tortured text.

Even just seeing these three words, this short sentence arranged one by one will make people physically vomit.

This can be an objectively stated general fact.

It can be the title of the temporarily named file announcement on corporate WeChat.

It could be the last, cold notice from the class teacher on the app.

For Fujimaru Ritsuka, the same is true now.

Take a look.

On one side is the United States of America, which is full of entertainment and entertainment. On the other side, there is the West Coast style, there are yellow sand cowboys, there are farm landscapes, there are warm neighbors, there are beer-bellied shop owners who are enthusiastic about selling hot weapons, and there are also people who are good at variety shows. big shot.

What are the praiseworthy labels for Japan?

Probably Bushido and cute dolphins (frowning)

Hey, training your abdomen to be compatible with cold weapons, and training your cross-regional skills to be compatible with paper people, what's so commendable about these?

I am happy here and don’t miss Shu.

——

"You can go home."

"It can be?"

"You go home now."

"Is it an order?"

"What do you want?"

"I do not want."

A strange conversation is taking place at both ends of the planet. On one side is the small country of Liben, and on the other side is the huge country of the United States.

One of the speakers is an evil, despicable and ruthless mafia master, and the other is a person whose labor force is being exploited.

"Haha, Boss Yuan, it seems that there is a thick barrier between us."

In the lighthouse country, the girl walked out of Da Vinci's office and went straight to the roof of the equipment department office building. She blew the night wind not to enjoy the loneliness, but to appreciate the reserve of this one person under the moonlight.

The margin of the strong, the strength of the overlord.

As for the street boy opposite the mobile phone, he is just a man who complements my noble and majestic temperament.

Look, his words are vulgar.

[What the hell? I heard Principal Ange send me a notice, telling me that you have cured your illness, so I invited you to come back to China for the holidays. What are you talking about? 】

The Mafia family was quite dissatisfied. His tone was fierce and his words were fiery.

Ritsuka spoke appropriately.

"Huh, illness? Is this how you treat me? You're so rude! You have such a condescending attitude when I go back to my hometown - why, it will take three days for me to get the nucleic acid test results before I go back to my hometown!" The girl said sadly. explain. "You personally kicked me out, why are you acting so hypocritically now?"

ha?

Yuan Zhisheng brainstormed. Knowing that the girl was about to trigger another combo, he immediately calmed down and dealt with it with all his strength.

【What words! What are you talking about! 】

His voice suddenly softened.

[You are the hero of our Sheqi family, the savior of Japan, and the world. How dare I? 】

[You are too sensitive. I just care about you intentionally. I am afraid that you will be a stranger in a foreign land and have a rustic mood and miss the flowers and grass in the corner of this world. 】

[Kick you out? Yes, I am asking you to leave Japan. 】

[But think about it, isn’t this just for you? 】

[If you stay here, the hidden disease on your body will only become a time bomb, endangering the safety of the people around you at any time. It doesn't matter to you, and I don't care to be hurt, but I think you must be thinking about the health of Eriki, Sakura and the others. . 】

[I kicked you out just to prevent you from seeing yourself hurting the people you cherish with your own hands! 】

Like weeping, Yuan Zhisheng said it in a sophisticated way.

[This kind of concern has become my fault? 】

He seemed sad and aggrieved, and he could even hear the 3D surround sound caused by the other party shaking his head regretfully.

[Fujimaru Ritsuka, you are so cold. 】

It was full of calculations, as if a whole page of scratch paper had been written on it. The mixed scraps of paper were filled with merging similar terms and polynomial expansions, all of which were the man's carefully prepared emotional output.

Yue!

Ritsuka felt nauseated upon seeing this, as if Gotham Nightmare had seen herself in the mirror, feeling nothing but disgust and repulsion.

How dare this guy imitate my way of speaking?

Did you really learn from him? !

The environment shapes personality, just like a banana can go to outer space and even its genes can mutate. Everything is uncertain. In the despicable mafia family, the innocent boy Yuan Zhisheng was violated by the big dye of society. , turned into a social beast who talks about people and ghosts.

but

How dare you use the tricks you stole from me on my hands?

Modern social interaction, no, Fujimaru Ritsuka, the first social person in the history of mankind, frowned. She knew that "hitting a snake seven inches away" did not panic at all. Instead, she changed her hand to hold the phone and spoke in a calm tone.

"It's one o'clock in the morning."

【.Why did you suddenly say this? 】

Yuan Zhisheng paused, not knowing why.

"In Japan, it's around two o'clock in the afternoon."

[What does this mean? 】

Yuan Zhisheng's tone wavered.

"Japan has entered Christmas Eve. Just like the name, the cheers of Christmas Eve will start at night. After seven o'clock, all social animals will free themselves from the shackles wrapped around themselves, shed their hypocritical masks, and embrace what they love. The person may be in three dimensions, maybe in two dimensions, or maybe in two and a half dimensions."

"In such a dreamy moment, people's expectations for 'pleasure' will be far higher than usual."

"And there is such a saying - the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. The inevitable festivals bring enrichment, and the false reality brings cruel blows, maybe it is the boss's overtime call, maybe it is the mother-in-law's scolding , maybe it’s the English test paper that my daughter failed, maybe it’s————”

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused.

"My own brother's cruel act."

【.What do you want to say. 】

Yuan Zhisheng's tone lost the vain warmth, leaving only the usual indifference.

The smile did not disappear, it just moved to Fujimaru Ritsuka's face.

"Jie Jie Jie!! Boss, let me just say it straight——"

Finally, the jackal took off its mask, revealing its scarlet tongue and lips, and its true nature of drinking blood like it was made of hair.

"If Eriyi can't see me on Christmas Eve, as a good big brother, you can't take the blame!"

【.! 】

"And you must have noticed this possibility, so you deported me, knowing that I would come to Kassel due to the jet lag to seek a solution, and finally solve the hidden danger of the Bawang Se Haki leakage incident."

"And in this way, you will enjoy the proud pleasure of [expelling me from the country] and the magnanimity and humility of [summoning me back home] at the same time."

He predicted everything and tried to make a fortune alone, taking advantage of both sides.

Both black and white faces can sing! This is a healthy family leader!

In the past few years, Yuan Zhisheng's kung fu skills have not been in vain. This level of gaming technology has Dr. Herzog's three-point strength!

It's a pity that now that the girl has exposed him in front of him, his mood is extremely complicated.

The girl was not aware of the danger of "jumping over the wall" and continued to talk nonsense.

"Hey! How does it feel to be exposed in front of me!" She grinned wildly. "How do you feel now!"

【.These are just misunderstandings. What evidence do you have that I think so? How can you assume what I think, you】

"Then I'll call Eri now and tell her that she won't be playing video games on Christmas Eve."

【.Huchihuchi】

He finally played the emotional card.

【Eriyi will be sad if you don’t come back. 】

Fujimaru Ritsuka also laughed.

"If I don't come back, Boss Yuan will die."

[You must fight me to the death! ! 】

"Haha! If the net is torn, you can sew it up, but if the fish dies, it can only be steamed, braised in sweet and sour sauce, braised, dried, smoked and barbecued! The only one who will die is your mouth!"

Finally, both sides completely discarded their personality masks, leaving only the honest heart of each other.

【.what on earth do you want? 】

"Freedom, I need freedom."

【speak English. 】

"Funds, I need funds." Mi Chong, the primate capitalist vampire of the Sheqi Ba family, showed an evil smile, "Let me think about it, let's do three--"

【Three hundred thousand. 】

"Three! Ahem."

The girl who originally wanted to offer 30,000 yuan to go to the Electric City for a walk was suddenly shocked. She didn't expect the mafia master to be so generous.

On the contrary, I have been a rich and powerful person for two years, but my vision is still so narrow.

Damn it, the director of the Executive Bureau is also beating up workers!

Anyone who doesn’t pay people wages is not considered a capitalist!

The soul of the working class roared ferociously at Yuan Zhisheng's behavior of using money to measure value.

"You underestimate me! Six hundred thousand!!!"

Hey! I want to drain you dry! Hateful capital! ! !

[Okay, then six hundred thousand. 】

Um?

[Come back quickly, Eriki may rush into the building at any time. I have already hung up on her three times. 】

"Wait a minute, 1.2 million! 1.2 million!"

Snap.

The call was hung up.

Speaking of which, my dream was to earn one million before the age of twenty-five and then lose it.

Now it seems that there is still a long way to go.