[comprehensive] poor students

In the end, Atobe's eager brain could no longer be restrained by reason. After silently hinting to himself for a minute, he cheerfully picked up the chopsticks, took a small bowl from the kitchen, and fed Mochizuki.

In order to make this kind of feeding fair and honest, he also carefully asked Mochizuki, who was addicted to reading, for instructions.

"Cough, I don't mind feeding you, do you have any objections?" His guilty eyes fluttered, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito.

However, Mochizuki, who was still holding a book and studying, didn't even raise his eyelids, but gave a vague 'En'.

Become!

This is obviously the result Atobu wanted. He was rolling crazily in his heart, and the smile on his lips could not be restrained. He picked up a dish and sent it to Mochizuki's mouth.

Feeling that there seemed to be delicious food on the edge of his mouth, Mochizuki, who was still in a fugue, swallowed it without thinking. He didn't need to be reminded by others, and licked his lips as if it was delicious.

Seeing him obediently allowing himself to be fed, Atobu's cute heart almost melted, the air seemed to be instantly filled with pink bubbles, and exuded a sweet and greasy aroma.

The two just fed and ate like this, and after a while, all the food was wiped out.

Looking at the empty lunch box, Atobe put down his chopsticks a little unsatisfactorily, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, although he really wanted to order someone to order a box of takeaway immediately, and then feed Mochizuki with his own hands, but for the sake of Mochizuki's stomach, he still held back. desire.

No, he has to hold back, he has to hold back!

However, thinking of the warm and loving scene just now, the heat on Atobu's cheeks could not subside for a long time, and even his throat became thirsty at some point.

He looked at Mochizuki who was still reading a book for the last time like a guilty conscience, pursed his lips and quickly pushed open the door, as if fleeing.

While running, he grinned and thought:

I fed Mochizuki today hehehe, hurry home and write down this historic moment as a souvenir! !

And it wasn't until late at night that Mochizuki squeezed his sore brows, and then he swam back from the ocean of books. He took a bath in a daze, climbed into bed, and closed his eyes.

——and sat up with a whoosh.

Wait, did he eat tonight?Why haven't you felt hungry yet? ?In the past, the stomach should have protested long ago? !

Could it be that he has already cultivated to the mode of cultivating immortals, so he doesn't even need to eat? ! !

Surprised that he may have been out of the human category, Mochizuki drifted off to sleep with his mind full of questions.

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After a week of hard study, on Saturday morning, Mochizuki finally met his first challenge in life - 100 million!

Ah no, it's a 'math contest'!

He got up early in the morning, tidied up his appearance carefully, picked some green vegetables on the balcony, ate a luxurious breakfast, and then came to Bingdi full of energy.

Speaking of which, it is really a coincidence that the venue of the competition is also Bingdi.

Mochizuki thought it was just a coincidence, not to mention how much impact he would receive in the future, when he opened the door of the examination room, he saw a red figure at a glance.

"Mochizuki." Akashi Seijuro, who was rarely wearing casual clothes, waved to Mochizuki with a smile, and greeted Mochizuki first: "Long time no see."

"Akashi." Mochizuki was also in a much happier mood because it was rare to see his friends from the previous club: "I haven't seen him since the last banquet."

As soon as the banquet was mentioned, Akashi seemed to recall some memories, and smiled teasingly: "It's not women's clothing this time?"

"No." Mochizuki didn't notice his teasing tone at all, and still replied seriously: "It's a pity, because no one will pay for wearing women's clothes."

Akashi:  …

If you can earn money, will you be able to wear it? !

As the young master of a famous family, his three views were once again impacted.

Before he could react, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind him.

"Yo Mochizuki, you're here too." The second-year-old Kudo, who claims to be a detective, came out from behind Akashi leisurely, raised his hand and patted Mochizuki's shoulder with a smile, and hugged him like a good brother: "But this detective has already expected it."

"Good morning, Kudo." Mochizuki didn't pay attention to the movement of his shoulders and back, but nodded calmly and explained: "Yes, because my grades are not bad."

"Tsk tsk, but it's a pity." Kudo raised his bangs with one hand, and spread his hands that were very flat: "You have also understood the IQ of this detective. This little competition can't help me at all. I'm sorry, you win I took it away."

"That's really distressing." Before Mochizuki could refute, Akashi, who had been quietly watching the conversation here, suddenly raised an elegant arc, and took a step forward confidently: "I won't lose Yes, the winner must be me."

Being slapped in the face so easily, Kudo immediately folded his arms with a face full of displeasure, glaring at the hateful red-haired guy in front of him and raised his eyebrows: "Who are you?"

"I'm Akashi Seijuro, the first-year basketball club of Teiko Middle School, please give me your advice." Akashi politely introduced himself first, and extended his hand to the other party.

"I'm Kudo Shinichi, Sherlock Holmes' number one student, and I'm a detective. Please give me your advice." Kudo returned to hold his palm with a smile on his face, and exerted some strength secretly.

Feeling the sudden increase in strength in his hand, Akashi paused his fingers, and his smile stiffened a bit, and he couldn't help shaking it back with seven/eighth of his strength.

There seemed to be crackling gunpowder smoke in the air, and the tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out!

Since both of them belonged to the celebrities of the sports club, their strength was almost equal, and they couldn't tell the winner if they squeezed each other's palms for a long time, but because of their personalities, neither of them was willing to admit defeat first, so they just held each other in a daze. They competed vigorously together, and even their necks became blue veins.

Kudo: I definitely don't want to lose to this hateful guy!

Akashi: I definitely don't want to lose to this kind of middle school guy!

In this way, although the two people have completely different personalities, their thinking is strangely synchronized.

However, Mochizuki, who is completely unaware of their inner activities, looks at the two people who have held hands for a long time but are unwilling to separate with some doubts, and can't help secretly applauding this friendship: the relationship is really good.

[It’s strange if you have a good relationship, this is the Shura field. 】

Immediately, a message was directly received in his mind.

This familiar brain wave!

Mochizuki looked around reflexively, and sure enough, he saw Kusuo Saiki standing behind him expressionlessly.

"Long time no see, Qi Mu." Mochizuki couldn't help showing a happy smile on his face when he saw his friends who were searching for bombs together: "I didn't expect you to participate in this competition."

He also thought that Saiki, who is a reformer, doesn't like to be noticed, so he is not interested in this kind of activity at all.

Saiki: Ah, he's really not interested in this kind of activity at all.

To be honest, as a super · ability · force · person (accent), Qi Mu should pay more attention to concealing his whereabouts, but!but! !

The winning prize this time is actually 100 million! ! !

That's 100 million, how many boxes of coffee jelly can you buy! !

Seeing piles of coffee jelly beckoning to him, he accidentally lost his mind and immediately reported his name on the list.

This kind of simple question is completely a piece of cake for him. Even if there is a probability of 0.00000000001 that there is a problem, he can use telepathy to get the answer, so although I am very sorry for everyone who participated...but 100 million, just He accepted it!

Coincidentally at this moment, Kudo and Akashi, who were fairly sensitive, also instantly noticed the pink-haired four-eyed boy behind Mochizuki, and suddenly a bad premonition arose in their hearts, so they stopped the contest by coincidence, and got closer to them some.

"Mochizuki, who is this?" Akashi put his gaze on Saiki, and smiled softly, but a fleeting gleam flashed in his rose red eyes.

It seems dangerous, so be careful.

Knowing that Saiki doesn't like to talk, Mochizuki introduced him consciously: "This is Saiki Kusuo, a first-year student in PK Middle School."

Meanwhile, Saiki, who clearly saw Akashi's face after he approached, was in a state of shock - although nothing could be seen on his expressionless face.

Because the red-haired boy in front of him looks eighty percent similar to his real appearance!

Even their voices are the same!

He quickly glanced at the expressions of the people around him, and he was relieved to see that everyone still looked normal and not even half surprised.

Fortunately, he now uses super powers to adjust his appearance to an ordinary level. Almost everyone does not know his original appearance, even Mochizuki is no exception, so even if Akashi stands in front of him, no one can see his original appearance. Turns out they look so alike.

No, no, now you should check, is Akashi related to you by blood? !Could it be long-lost cousins ​​or something?

After a quick search in his mind, Qi Mu discovered that the surname 'Akashi' turned out to be a nobleman from a famous family, with countless properties in his family that could never be used up. This... must be no different from their poor family. dime relationship.

After realizing this, he finally calmed down, and finally he was able to calmly nod and greet his surroundings.

After the three friends who didn't know each other got to know each other for a while, the atmosphere seemed to be a lot more harmonious (not), and Mochizuki couldn't help but nodded in relief.

Then he started to pick things up: "Why do you all come to participate in the competition?"

Akashi: "In order to win, we must not lose."

Kudo: "For the sake of reputation, I can't lose."

Qi Mu: "For coffee...money, so I can't lose."

Mochizuki: "It's for money, so I can't lose."

Four people: "..."

The four looked at each other, and they all saw a terrifying murderous look in each other's eyes, then turned their heads indifferently and sat back in their seats, quietly waiting for the start of the game.

In order to win, even friends cannot back down!

This friendship that can be called a plastic brotherhood is just like this... broken into pieces.

Another quarter of an hour later, a man in a black suit and sunglasses finally pushed open the door of the classroom, holding a dozen test papers in his hand, obviously the examiner this time.

...Like a gangster bodyguard! !

Candidates were stunned by the examiner's cool appearance.

Among the whispers, only Mochizuki blinked in confusion.

He seems to have seen this person somewhere...it seems to be just recently...yes, it should be in a certain villa...

Before he could think about it, he saw the man in black cough dryly, moved a chair with ornate carvings from behind the door and placed it on the podium, then stood up straight and shouted loudly: "Quiet! There are people below!" Please, Mr. Atobu... the examiner comes on stage!"

Amidst the question marks of the melon-eating crowd, a young man with short silver hair walked in majesticly. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings lightly. A somewhat confident smile.

Ignoring everyone's eyes, the young man sat on the polished chair with a calm expression, crossed his legs, crossed his hands, squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly.

"My uncle is the chief examiner for this competition, Keigo Atobe."

Mochizuki with a confused face: ...

Can anyone tell him what happened? ? ? ! ! ! !

The author has something to say: Why is the uncle in the examination room? Please use your imagination.

Qi Mu's setting is to adjust his appearance to an ordinary level, so others will not see his true appearance.

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