[Comprehensive] My wealthy friends

"...It's all been arranged. Uncle Fujiwara picked up the child, and I have a few alternative locations for your residence. I'll pick them when you come back."

Kawashima: "..."

There are so many slots that I don't know where to start.

In fact, from the moment he got on the phone, Kawashima felt that the anxiety he felt at a certain moment was really too stupid.

Akashi didn't mention anything about the text message at all, and the narration was even very businesslike. Kawashima couldn't help but calculate how long there was a time gap between sending the text message and Akashi making the call.

...he is really too idle.

but--

"residence?"

"Yes. Any questions?"

"..."

no problem?

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't tell Akashi anything about his current situation. He just mentioned that he wouldn't go back to the apartment. As a result, Akashi... was so aggressive that he even prepared a spare apartment? ? ?

It's only one night, right?

——"I will take care of everything necessary in the country, so you don't have to worry about the future."

Is this the original meaning of this sentence?

... really don't have to worry about it at all.

Kawashima fell into a momentary silence, and Akashi stopped for a while to give him space, and then started another topic:

"How's the situation at Atobe?"

"No big problem." Kawashima succinctly explained the situation.

"That's good. Please ask him instead of me."

"Okay. And..." Kawashima lowered his eyes, seeing the cold-colored hospital floor, "Thank you this time, Akashi. Thank you."

"You said this yesterday." Akashi's tone remained unchanged, "Take care of yourself, when you return home..."

"..."

The two sides fell silent in unison.

Akashi Mizumi's words were too natural when he said them, but both parties can understand that the current relationship is not so familiar and close.

"Ah, there is something," Kawashima said quickly before the silence turned into embarrassment, "Did you see the message I sent you just now?"

There was a brief period of subtle silence on the other end.

"I see. What's the matter?"

"It should have been sent by one of your admirers, but it has not been signed." Kawashima stated irrelevantly, "I will send you the number later."

"No need." Akashi refused quite neatly, "If you have such news again, don't forward it to me."

"it is good."

After all, he is not the person involved and has no decision-making power. Now that Akashi has said so, he is happy not to worry about it.

——In other words, why do you have to hand over your mobile phone to him?Even if you are worried about not being able to contact...

……

"You don't need to save your contact information, do you? I'll call you when the time comes." The black-haired boy glanced over puzzledly, as if he couldn't wait to leave in a hurry.

"In case you forget, I will waste time tomorrow." The red-haired boy saved his contact information and returned the brand-new mobile phone with good reason. "So I have the initiative, at least I can find it immediately." you."

……

Ok.

Getting used to this kind of thing is really mysterious.

"Then, I'll hang up first?"

"Ok."

There was no action on that side, Kawashima hesitated for a moment, and hung up first.

The other side at this moment.

Teiko Propaganda Director Saori Kanda came out from the student council room behind her, her movements were strangely slow, her gaze was erratic, until she almost bumped into the vice president.

It was rare for the latter to see her so absent-minded, so he couldn't help asking: "Kanda, what's wrong with you?"

Is it a work error?

"Just now..." Kanda hesitated. After all, she thought it was a hallucination and she didn't quite believe it. "President Akashi... actually lost his mind."

"Eh?"

"It's not that he has reached the point where he won't be distracted, but—" Kanda struggled to organize the vocabulary, the process was fleeting, but she confirmed that she had good eyesight, "I really like the expression of the president." It's the first time I've seen you."

"What, what? You made me curious."

"Well, I can't tell." Kanda struggled, "I always feel like it's a once-in-a-lifetime moment..."

"...You're too tantalizing."

This description is even more unbelievable!

Since Atobe was not seriously injured, but the doctor asked to stay in the hospital for observation, the scene was kept as low-key as possible, and there were very few people entering and leaving the ward, probably deliberately rejecting visits from unnecessary people.

Atobe is not a character who cannot be quiet, on the contrary, he is very distracted when he is fully concentrated.

In the two days since Kawashima was in the hospital, he has read three books in a state of non-disturbance. Atobe is even more outrageous. He uses various electronic devices to analyze stock market trends and financial news all day long.

Kawashima, who knows little about it, can only say that traditional literature is his favorite field.

One morning, Atobe suddenly called up six stocks for him to choose.

To be honest, Kawashima did not receive complete training, and the courses he taught when he was a child were patchwork, not to mention that he often found ways to skip classes. At that time, he did not have the opportunity to study in the financial field. The messy ripples are really clueless.

"I don't understand this."

"Choose one."

"Well... this one."

As soon as he finished speaking, Atobu Liluo simply dropped his hand.

"...What did you do just now?"

"Buy stocks, don't you understand this?"

"...I mean... I chose randomly." As a result, Atobe just bought it.

"Try it."

Atobe put the iad aside casually, and turned to pick up the thick German original "Glass Bead Game" on the other side without paying much attention. It's all yours."

"..." Kawashima was speechless, "What's wrong?"

Atobe Bafengfufu: "Sell you to the Philippines."

"..."

That is to say, from that day on, all the books in the ward were replaced overnight with various financial weekly magazines and economic classics, and the current news was updated at any time.

Kawashima: "..."

What are you doing?

However, he himself has no special interest in reading, probably because he can unconsciously memorize, so he treats all textual things equally, and watching it is just to pass the time. How much he can remember depends on his mood at the time—no matter how much It might be impressive just by looking at it, or else it is a big concept.

After staying in the UK for more than six days, Kawashima had already booked a flight to France before Atobe might announce his deportation.

"France?"

"Go to see my mother, I want to ask her about something."

"Is the flight booked?"

"Ah."

"I'll send someone to take you to the airport." Atobe immediately dialed the number and explained briefly, then put down the phone, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't need to bother you if I have the money to order." Chuan Dao raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why, do I usually look very poor?"

Atobe pondered for two seconds, and gave a serious reply: "It seems to be very sweet."

Kawashima also responded with a serious explanation: "Sweets save the world."

Atobe naturally wouldn’t think that Kawashima was so poor, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to study at the expensive Ice Emperor Academy, so he knew Kawashima’s life very well. Atobe soon understood the man's original plan.

"Bon Voyage."

"Get well soon, I'll wait for you at school."

"Your words..."

Atobe glanced sideways at the date on the phone, and found that October [-]th was less than a week away.

Chuan Dao waved his hand with a smile: "Remember to go back on time."

Pulling the handle behind his back, the door made a soft closing sound.

The weather in the UK is rare these days. When we left the hospital building, the warm sun suddenly shone over the sky, and Kawashima couldn't help but move a little bit.

The slightly glaring sun shone on the eyelids, making one feel dizzy for a moment.

At this moment, Kawashima really believed in the phrase "the best way to relax is to travel".

Although his trip is not considered a trip, but the change of national borders is far away for the time being, and he has to admit that the effect is immediate.

Before boarding the flight to the UK, Akashi had clearly received the exact news of Atobe's safety, but he still urged him to come here with a gesture of urging and even encouraging him.

"You look very tired."

I don't know if Akashi meant that.

Kawashima himself didn't understand how things had come to this point. Before he boarded the plane to France, he actually called Akashi again.

In the past few days, they have not been in frequent contact, but they have always maintained a regular exchange. At first, it was only because of gratitude and necessary information exchange, but gradually—this was also discovered when Kawashima later recalled—the conversation Unconsciously blended into some small talk of a daily nature, and sometimes Akashi would even tell him something about the basketball team.

Of course, it is difficult to feel disobedient when listening, and the time of each call is not deliberately prolonged.

But if you compare the call time, the gap between the last time and the first time is not too small.

...This is the so-called subtle influence.

It is undeniable that Akashi is a person who is quite good at chatting. As long as he wants to, he can seize the right opportunity to create the most appropriate rhythm to lead the other party in the conversation.

Kawashima was not completely led away, but he was also unable to respond strongly because of Akashi's help.

For example, this time, Kawashima subconsciously told Akashi of his intention to leave the UK because of being instructed, or because the other party raised "worries" more than once, which would confirm his safety.

The moment before the call was connected, Kawashima frowned, and immediately felt that his actions were very unreasonable.

Akashi's familiar voice came through the distant radio waves.

"Kawashima, what's wrong?"

That's right, even the address can be called out naturally, and the tone is so familiar that I am very used to it.

"Hmm...wrong type."

In a short period of time, several conversations started in his heart, and he even rejected the previous kindness of Akashi's house, but Kawashima found that under this situation, he could no longer speak decisively and coldly to each other as before.

——In the end, the least convincing reason was given.

The other end did not express any objection, so quiet that Kawashima seemed to be able to simulate the impression in his brain that only the sound of breathing remained.

Then, Akashi spoke.

"where are you now?"