Protect our prophets

At some point, the onlookers were already packed to the brim, forming layers upon layers.

The coffee Songxue just bought hadn’t had time to drink yet, she was dragged all the way by Renzu, it was difficult for her to keep up with his footsteps, so she could only jog, and he took the coffee and held it in her hand, she didn’t know that it was spilled all the way. How many.

Before she had time to regret her coffee, she was hit on the back of the head by Atobe and Yukimura's shocking speeches successively, and then looked at Matsumoto Yuko, who was originally outside the script, burst into tears, her weak and helpless appearance was lovable, and Bai Lian's true colors Play it to the fullest...

Her drowsiness had long since disappeared.

Songxue slowly raised her head, looking around with her distant eyes.Among the onlookers, there were many unfamiliar or familiar faces.

Yagyu, Marui, they stared dumbfoundedly at the confronting figure in the center of the classroom... and Nioh who had met once.

The silver-haired boy was huddled in a corner, unobtrusive, chewing an energy bar with great interest.He seemed to be aware of Songxue's gaze, so he turned his eyes and gave her a meaningful look.

She didn't understand it for a while, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she turned her attention back to the interior of the music classroom.

"Little Light..."

At this moment, Yukimura called softly, almost breaking Matsuyuki's psychological defense in an instant.

And without realizing it, Yukimura continued to increase the stakes, looking at her deeply: "I will help you get justice."

Songxue also looked at him very moved, and it was hard to imagine how his eyes expressed the complex emotions of sadness, pain, and struggle.

Atobe, still in that rebellious posture, stepped in and stopped between the two, blocking Yukimura's gaze with his body.He held Songxue's wrist with his backhand, and raised the corners of his lips: "Unfortunately, it's too late. This shouldn't be the woman you miss."

——Fatal blow!

Songxue lowered her head, swayed and squatted down slowly, and covered her mouth with all her strength, only then could she hold back the sound that blurted out, and tried her best to control the trembling of her shoulders.

You shouldn't be here, pack up and go out!

Then the two tennis ministers fought each other and listed the evidence of "Song Xueguang" framed in the past one by one.

"First...second...and then..."

Every time a layer is untied, the atmosphere at the scene becomes more and more tense, the crowd is surging, and righteous indignation is filled, only waiting for a breakthrough to vent out.

And she herself sighed, looking at the ceiling blankly, thinking that the counterattack and slap in the face in the cool article might be really cool, but the people who really need "justice" are gone.

Songxue wiped his face tragically, and said quietly: "The Songxue Guang in the past is dead, and the one in front of you now is Niu Colu Guang..."

There was an uproar all around.

The audience wiped their tears and applauded like thunder for a long time.

Shinobu: "..."

Atobe: "..."

Yukimura: "..."

Undoubtedly, Huadi said as always: "..."

The boys fell into a suffocating silence.

Grass, lost.

Kawahara Airi did not have such a good psychological quality, she had already turned pale under everyone's gaze, her knees softened, and she fell to the ground with a plop.

She raised her head blankly, looked here and there, then suddenly struggled to get up, and threw herself in front of Matsumoto Yuko, crying and lying on her lap to admit her mistake: "Sister Yuzi, I just want to help you... Ugh, I really..."

Seeing that the situation was over, Xiaocheng Miya obediently lowered her head and closed her eyes.

And Matsumoto sat on that chair with his back stiffened, and after listening to the little follower's confession, his lips were drawn into a line, as if he was going to faint at any moment.

She leaned against the back of the chair exhaustedly, clasped her palms with her fingers, tried her best to suppress all the turbulent emotions, and then said: "You are hurting me, Airi."

……

"Let's go." Atobe turned around suddenly, without letting go of his hand, he directly pulled Songxue away.

Before walking out of the classroom, he mockingly said: "It's a farce, huh - please, take care of your team members."

Huadi followed silently, forcibly separated a path among the crowd with his strong and tall body, and escorted them all the way away.

Yukimura stayed where he was in silence, ignoring how the girls around him were crying bitterly, just looking at Songxue.

And when Atobe grabbed her wrist and left, she couldn't help but look back with a complicated expression.

The sighs of the audience finally went away.

Atobe seemed to be walking gracefully, but his pace was not fast, probably to take care of Matsuyuki's speed.After getting away from the crowd, he naturally relaxed his strength, just held her hand in a virtual way, and on the surface he still wanted to act out the scene of "the tyrant rushes to the crown and becomes a little white flower" to the end.

Songxue didn't want to lose the chain at this time and spoil the atmosphere, so she quickened her pace and asked in a low voice, "Is it enough to bear it anyway?"

"Anyway, he is only responsible for the background cloth." Atobe kept walking, and his tone was casual.

"But my coffee..."

"Is it time to think about coffee now?" Atobe looked back at her dissatisfied.

After going down the stairs, Atobe strode out of the door, stopped again, and asked, "Which direction?"

So it was Songxue who led the way and returned to the cafeteria where she bought coffee just now.

Atobe waved his hand, Huachi took a step forward, took out the wallet from his pocket, and paid the bill with change.He also confirmed it to Songxue: "You can't swipe your card here, right?"

"……Yes."

He nodded in satisfaction.

That's right, the young master of the Atobe family would not bring cash with him, so where credit cards cannot be swiped, of course Huadi will pay the bill - although the money is also from Atobe, Matsuyuki really doesn't understand the meaning.

Maybe, it's for the sake of the rich.

The part-time students in the small coffee shop are nimble and efficient.After a while, the three of them were sitting in the empty dining hall, tasting the highest-grade hand-ground coffee.

Matsuyuki twisted the mouth of the straw and asked Atobe, "What's going on today?"

Even if it is said that she wants to play freely, but this is too much, what if she can't take part in the play!

Haven't they considered such an important issue?

Atobe snorted: "You have to ask Yukimura Seiichi, he set the tone for the opening. And your 'rival in love', Matsumoto Yuko, tsk..."

"Her, there's nothing I can do." Songxue could only sigh, "She played the role in her true colors. Yukimura-kun must have known how she would react, so she did it like this. But you, who added fuel and vinegar, worked too hard!"

The young master raised his chin complacently, but he still said it in a serious manner, as if he was forced to do so, and he had no choice but to say, "Joining in the middle is inherently disadvantageous. How about the situation just now, if I didn't perform better? , won’t you be compared to them?”

You're obviously enjoying it, and you don't want to stop!

But Songxue held back.

"It's really hard to end things like this." She said dryly.

"Now everyone's eyes are on Matsumoto Yuko," Atobe also put away his smile, and tapped on the table thoughtfully, "All the previous frame-ups against your reputation have been overthrown, and instead pushed her into an embarrassing situation." At the same time, with regard to the case of Ayanokouji, they will also tend to suspect her."

Songxue sighed: "Going around for this purpose, it's really hard for you."

Atobe's tone was relaxed: "Oh, don't be embarrassed, it's a piece of cake."

Songxue immediately glanced at him coldly: You really did it on purpose.

"The next step, in the face of the overwhelming pressure of public opinion, that person should not be able to hide." Atobe calmly changed the subject.

Songxue was indeed more concerned about the case itself, so she sat up straighter: "I'm still a little worried about Yukimura-kun."

"You still have to worry about yourself," Atobe said.

"I'm not afraid," Songxue shook her head, turned to the other side, and held Huadi's hand emotionally, "With Mr. Huadi here, I feel super safe!"

Huadi looked down at her, and nodded silently, as if expressing his gratitude for her trust.

"Yukimura has Shinobu following, let's just wait and see." Atobe put the finished coffee cup on the table, leaned his back against the edge of the table, and put his elbows on it, then his gaze sank.

"Besides, there is something else I want to tell you."

Songxue was stunned for a moment, then raised her head: "The investigation results of the car accident came out?"

"It's not this," Atobe shook his head lightly, "it's the purchase record of the knife at the scene."

"Find it?" Song Xue also put down the coffee, staring at Atobe with all his attention.

He said: "The brand manufacturer was found, and it was only put on the shelves this year. Now the police have tracked down various retail stores, but the scope is too large. Even if the store's video has not been destroyed, it will not be found for a while. Let me tell you, It just prepares you mentally."

"Did you investigate based on the time before the crime happened?" Songxue pondered for a moment, then shook her head, "No, I'm afraid it was earlier. A month ago."

Atobe frowned slightly: "So early?"

"To be precise, it was 35 to [-] days ago, this period of time." She closed her eyes, and the image of Yukimura's "death" reappeared in her mind.

If she guessed right, the murderer was already ready to move before Yukimura found her to be his girlfriend, but the real determination was probably because of their "association".

Then, the time can be locked between that week.

Atobe nodded, succinctly: "Understood."

He took out his mobile phone to edit the text message, quickly put away the mobile phone, stood up, and glanced keenly at the door of the dining hall.

Songxue looked over, and a black figure flashed from the corner.

Birch also stood up.

"No more chasing." Atobe raised his hand to signal, "It's a boy."

It's a pity that this is the High School Attached to Lihai University, and he doesn't know so many people.

But Songxue obviously had someone to guess, and raised her head in doubt: "Why is he here?"

"Maybe, it's for confirmation." The corner of Atobe's lips twitched, "If you are already with me, but Yukimura still doesn't intend to let go..."

His eyes turned to Songxue, looking at her steadily.

"According to your prediction, will the murderer act?"

Songxue thought to herself, if nothing unexpected happens, the murderer is probably already half-deadly pissed off by their performance.It's not an exaggeration to say that if Huadi wasn't there, maybe he would have performed Sharkman on the spot.

But she still coughed softly and said, "Everything is in plan."