[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

As Valentine's Day approaches, Tokyo is gradually shrouded in a pink atmosphere.

Some shops have also changed their decorations - roses, heart stickers, chocolate sweet vibes...

But it obviously didn't affect the man with the golden orange hair.

The orange-haired man stepping out of the sharp Lexus walked into a jewelry store—

"Here is the ring you ordered."

The service staff smiled and showed a ring in a beautiful box to the handsome man in front of him.

"Oh."

1800 picked out the ring with no decoration except the inscription "Toya Mimura" on the inside, pulled out the necklace around his neck and put the ring on it, then turned and left.The girl with exquisite makeup is still holding the box with her hands at 15° and smiling, but she feels a little pain in her heart: Although it is said that the full deposit has been paid, but what we sell is not cakes or Chinese cabbage, so it’s really good!

In 1800, I went to a famous jewelry store in Tokyo to customize a ring not because of Valentine’s Day—although the ring has no fancy style, but because of this, I chose a relatively high-end jewelry store because of the stricter sense of line and proportion. It was a few days ago that damn cold-tongued system sounded again: "The countdown to the second-level task has entered. If the player 30 fails to complete the task after 1800 days, the second-level task will be automatically closed. Please treat this opportunity with caution."

The task that was intentionally or unintentionally thrown out of the sky was finally brought back by a roundabout.Completing the task means leaving this world, which is why 1800 lived with Mimura Toya for seven years but never mentioned "marriage" even in jokes.

The cold texture of the ring swayed on the chest, and 1800's always clear eyebrows fell silent——

If he had to leave, he should at least leave good memories for Mimura.

I don't know what will happen to the world after the game ends...

Even as 1800 thinks of this as he pleases, he can't help but feel a little sleepy, so he didn't notice the black-haired man looking at the store diagonally.

"Sir, this way please...Excuse me?"

Mimura also glanced at the name of the shop where Taro Yamada came out, glanced at the apparently brand-new sports car, and then casually looked back at the receptionist: "Please lead the way."

Graduation is approaching, and it will be Valentine's Day in two days.Mimura Toya originally planned to have a good discussion with Yamada Taro about their future——

It's just that living together can't make Mimura completely relieved, because Yamada Taro is a person who can't sit still at all, and he hardly stays at home for more than 24 hours.In addition, that guy is super popular (as he grows older, Kazuo Yamada’s skill of "being inverted" is also fully reflected in him, should it be said that he is a father and son...), and that kind of personality ( A man like "wind"), it's only natural that Mimura Toto would also want to build a stronger relationship.

Moreover, although he does not love his family, Taro Yamada values ​​his family very much and will instinctively take responsibility for his family.Taro Yamada, who has traditional factors in his bones, doesn't think that two people will love each other forever, but he thinks that marriage is a once-in-a-lifetime thing-he is a very romantic and loyal guy.

However, rather than using marriage to restrain Yamada Taro, Mimura Toto also desires such a state of integration.Although getting married won't bring anything more, it's like a ceremony that makes Mimura Toko feel more in harmony with Yamada Taro's blood.

Simply changing the title "boyfriend" to "husband" is very tempting.

However, at this moment, the assumption that people can't help but smile is clouded by uncontrollable chaotic emotions.

Although Yamada Taro came to the money very quickly, but Mimura Toto also knew that the guy couldn't keep the money.It was the same in high school, when I asked him what happened to those futures and stocks that earned 3000 million, this guy also scratched his head and said, "I lost it all."If this guy wants to buy something big, he will definitely ask Mimura to save money for him, and then obediently hand over the money to Mimura little by little on a regular basis until Mimura tells him that he has enough.So, there's no way he's buying a Lexus without him knowing.

Then it must have been sent by someone else.

If Yamada Taro was asked to choose a sports car, he would definitely not choose the Lexus LF-LC. Although the shape of that car is cool, Yamada always thinks that bright colored sports cars are very girly.He couldn't even use white, let alone red.It will never be a man who can make him accept red, because that guy will definitely mock the other's taste.

And Mimura Toto has been with Yamada Taro for so long, and he is also very clear about the rough nature of that guy who can't remember other festivals except the Spring Festival-especially Western festivals.And let him give jewelry to men, he will definitely feel like a mother.To sum up, Mimura Toto really can't deceive himself that Yamada Taro went to the jewelry store to buy himself a Valentine's Day gift.

A few days passed like this, and the two of them were still close, but they both seemed to be more absent-minded.

Mimura is not that kind of coy person, he always likes to solve problems calmly and in the best way, but he wanted to ask Yamada Taro several times, seeing the other party's dejected wandering state, he suddenly couldn't make a sound .The guy who usually wants to stick to him, but recently he often just squats on the sofa and carelessly presses the remote control.Sometimes when I look at him, I am astonished as to where I see it.

For the observant Toya Mimura, this is not a good sign.

Seven years, isn't it too long for this impatient guy...?

At night, on the winding mountain road, several high-end sports cars are driving at a competitive speed.

The Japanese drag racers are nothing new, and most of these drag racers are guys who are too idle to burn money.

A remodeled Rolls-Royce rolls over mountain roads. 1800 was holding the steering wheel, with one hand on the reduction gear, and chewing gum in different patterns in his mouth.Of course, he doesn't like chewing gum, he just needs the refreshing taste to refresh himself.Sato's voice came from the headset: "Yamada, Tsuchiya is catching up." There was a burst of headlights approaching behind him, and 1800 glanced at the rearview mirror.

"The mountain road ahead is a nearly 90° turn, so be careful."

The McLaren in the rear approached the black Rolls-Royce in a straight line.

At 1800, the brakes are stepped on, the steering wheel cuts—sudden tire friction sound, and the Rolls Royce is thrown out——

In inertia, a car that loses the grip of the rear wheels can be thrown out of the mountain road by more than 30 centimeters, and the cliff without fences is very windy.The chewing gum is already tasteless, 1800 smacked his lips, spit it into the ashtray, and kept pulling high gear to accelerate.

Rolls-Royce rushed out after adjusting within 2 seconds.

The onlookers waiting on the high cliff screamed—at the moment of cornering, the fierce drift of Rolls-Royce instantly left the McLaren behind. It's hard to keep up.In addition, McLaren has been using too much force before, while Rolls-Royce is able to handle corners and corners with ease, and the vehicle consumption is also kept quite low. If it is not for the owner's violent style, the minimum consumption can be maintained.

Although drifting on mountain roads is not new to drag racers, such a large cornering drift is already at the level of a national driver...

There was a group of people waiting at the finish line, and several people who had already set up cameras at various road sections were watching the live broadcast, but they had already let go of the players.After all, Yamada has reached the finish line, and the end of the car race is over.

The Rolls-Royce crossed the finish line slowly, teasing the McLaren behind it.

A man in a suit lit a cigarette, the Rolls-Royce lowered the window, 1800 leaned against the window, held the other's hand in his mouth, took a puff and said, "You're too stingy, where's the cigar from last time?"

With his hair combed back, the man who looked more like an office elite smiled slightly: "Your looks are very suitable for smoking goldrush."

1800 frowned, but it wasn't because of the other party's words that he didn't know what kind of brand Gold Digger was, but the taste of the cigarettes...

Pulling out a white cigarette, with a line of blue menthol (menthol) on it, 1800 smoked the corner of his mouth: such a lady shape, such a lady taste... But looking at Sato's appearance, he knew that this guy was completely teasing him, it must be Saying that he wears perfume is a kind of pretending to be noble (only the smell of sweat is enough for a pure man), but he is so vengeful...

"How do you feel?" Sato put one hand in the car and put the other in his pocket, "There is a racing driver over there who wants to play with you."

"Stop playing, this section of the road is about to throw up."

As usual, a group of people looked down on the loser in a cool and noble manner, and then the team went to the club together-in fact, they just continued to play wild after the racing.

"The guys who don't go back at this point in time are all bachelors?" A young boy complained, and the people around him either didn't care or smiled ambiguously—it should be said that apart from bachelors, they are the kind of men who have several lovers up.However, 1800 obviously didn't understand what was wrong with him, and he didn't bother to understand those strange jokes. He approached the bar, ordered a glass of spirits, and opened a poker table with a few people.

"Saved 500 million," Sato threw a card to 1800, "Don't lose it all again."

1800 let out an "oh" and skipped over the back of the sofa and jumped onto the seat.Drag racing to make money is the right thing to do - it has always been 1800's rule to support a family while having fun.

For these men, sometimes the exciting way of playing is better than sex with beauties. The expensive circle is very messy. Taro Yamada is very good at playing, and he is so crazy and so blood-pressured when he plays.Although most people know that 1800's assets are not considered middle class, but it has always been only 1800's choice of playmates, and it's not the turn of these people not to buy it, and only Sato can barely make him take care of it seriously.

A few people here are playing cards, there are people playing billiards, foodies are gathering around a table of food, and some people are watching TV.The scene was quite chaotic. 1800 was tossing the cards happily, someone tapped him on the shoulder while he was waiting to play the cards, and put a key on the low table in front of 1800: "Jason gave you a gift."

1800, who was squatting on the sofa with bare feet, glanced at the man with dyed blond hair and continued to fight back to the poker table.

The man with the ponytail on the other side of the bar posed in a pose and waited for no response. The young master, who was always being sought after, couldn't help but get angry, and led his followers towards the glass coffee table that was used as a card table on the other side of the sofa. go.

Halfway through the 1800 real card game, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Is something wrong?"

"Hey boy, Master Jason just gave you a Mercedes-Benz S. Is this how you make friends?" The blond man sarcastically said, "Isn't it just a poor bastard who plays with you? What are you talking about?"

"Mercedes-Benz S...?"

1800 looked down and finally found the car key mixed in the license plate, which was indeed the key of Mercedes-Benz.Pick up the key with the arrow pointing at the car worth nearly 1800 million yen, and the [-] squints its beautiful big eyes like a cat pinching its tail.A smug smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth called Master Jason. Everyone here is a car lover. Although they are all local tycoons, they were surprised by such a generous move, but they just made eye contact silently to avoid adding to the embarrassing atmosphere. .

After appreciating the car key, he flicked the 1800, and the car key was accurately thrown into the trash can three meters away. The guy with miserly eyes didn't bother to dismiss the man on the side, so he directly called his friends to continue playing cards.But even though he didn't give any lines, and didn't even give him a signal look, no matter how he looked at the back of the man with golden orange hair, he felt that it was full of cursive scripts of "you actually bother me for such a boring thing".

"..."

The friends don’t know how to correct their lines anymore. They are of course familiar with Taro Yamada. They don’t help to talk just to help Taro Yamada collect a car. After all, they also know that Yamada’s family is not rich. Since Taro Yamada doesn’t plan to accept Next, then they will naturally express their position. For that kind of brainless and arrogant man, even local tyrants can't look down on them, but the local tyrants find that they really can't get into the dialogue... they are panicked.

Jason, who also couldn't get into the dialogue, was struggling with his followers for a while, wondering whether to walk away in embarrassment, when he heard a cell phone ringing.

The man with golden orange hair impatiently took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID. He immediately changed his expression, then threw the cards in his hand on the table, jumped off the sofa with bare feet and walked to a quiet corner, as if he was playing cards with him. Half of the friends were discarded.

"..."

"Omura?"

1800 looked at the time with some uncertainty, it was already early morning.

"Why don't you go home?"

A man's voice hoarse from exhaustion came from the phone.

"Are you at home today?" 1800 was a little surprised. Mimura was very busy with work and school, and he didn't go home for a week, even if he wasn't in Tokyo.For dogs that are prone to loneliness, he will miss him if he stays at home when Mimurato is not around (besides, he is not a loyal dog that will wait for the owner to return home), so the long-term tacit understanding is that if Mimura If Mimura goes home, then 1800 will go home on time. If Mimura is not at home, then he will just play around.

"Have you been waiting long? I'll be right back."

There is no doubt why Yumura didn't tell him the news of his return this time in advance, and 1800 didn't bother to say hello to a bunch of friends, but just passed by with a high-five with Sato, who was tasting wine, and went out with his coat.

There was no light in the apartment, and 1800 wondered if Mimura had fallen asleep. It had been two hours since I drove here from the club, and Mimura might have gone to sleep.

1800 took off his clothes casually and threw them on the floor, walked to the bathroom, impatiently adjusted the water temperature to the most suitable temperature, rinsed with slightly cold water, and grabbed the towel and put it on his head.However, when he opened the glass door of the bathroom, he saw that the floor lamp outside was turned on, and Mimura was leaning against the door of the bathroom, looking at him quietly.

"Wake you up?"

Mimura stood up: "Didn't I tell you not to throw away your clothes?"

1800 curled his lips, but obediently walked over and bent over to pick up the clothes thrown out of the line on the ground, and then put them into the clothes basket in a ball.

Mimura is used to him wasting clothes, anyway, this guy always buys clothes based on durability.After throwing away his clothes, 1800 grabbed Mimura who was walking towards the bedroom, put his face on Mimura's shoulder and sniffed the smell of his pajamas.While walking along, he leaned over and kissed Mimura's neck.

Mimura stopped suddenly and said, "Do you want to break up?"

"Uh-huh?!"

Shocked by the sudden divine logic, 1800 opened his mouth in a daze, and after returning to his brain circuit for a while, he realized that he grabbed Mimura's sleeve: "Are you cheating?!"

"..." God's logic versus God's logic...

Mimura glanced at Yamada Taro's expression before asking, "Do you know what day it is today, no, yesterday?"

1800 was confused for a moment, and immediately grabbed out his phone to look at it, then answered in a daze: "February 2."

Mimura looked at the expression on that guy's face that couldn't grasp the point, and shook his brows: "Let's sleep in the living room today."

------Huh? !

1800 turned around, and immediately rushed over and hugged Mimura Toya who was ruthlessly walking towards the bedroom: "Toya, you are angry, why?!"

"What do you say?"

"...did I do something wrong?"

"What do you say?"

"It seems... not...?"

"Oh, what do you think?"

"...I must have done something wrong."

"Tell me?"

"..." 1800, who was struggling with his brain and couldn't figure out what he did wrong, immediately changed his strategy, and rubbed his face on Mimura's shoulder flatteringly, "Please~~~~~ Let's go to sleep~~~~ ~"

"Okay, I'm going back to my room, it's up to you."

……Hey?

1800, who felt Mimura breaking his fingers, immediately hugged Mimura tightly, Fukuchi shouted in his heart: "I remembered! Today is our dating anniversary! Right?!"

"..." Mimura really wanted to shoot the guy in front of him to death.

The person hugging him was just rubbing against him coquettishly at first, but after a while he was out of breath... which made Mimura want to take pictures of him even more.But he actually wanted to wait for Yumu's head to open up... Mimura gave a disfigured blank look at the darkness of no one.

1800 shamelessly rubbed into Mimura's arms and kissed the other's neck, but it was too late, and he didn't take too much action in consideration of his health.

Mimura also sighed, and stretched out his hand to comfort the back of the other party's neck: "Where did you get your car?"

"Huh?" 1800 reacted for a while before remembering which car, "That...once I met a big sister whose high heels got stuck in the drain hole on the street, and helped her to a shoe store beside her. She happened to work in Lexus , What event is that car doing, she gave me one as a thank you."

"..." You were fooled by such a stupid hook-up, do you think it's normal?

"Would you give someone a fancy sports car just because someone did a little favor for you?"

"Of course it's impossible," 1800 looked at Mimura with "you're so stupid" eyes, "I can't afford it, how can I give it away?"

"..." Mimura was powerless, "Then why don't you want me to give you a sports car?"

"Am I your little boy?" 1800 glanced at Mimura angrily, "Besides, what's mine is yours, isn't it superfluous for you?"

What's up with that "you wrap a gift for yourself idiot" tone!

...However, Mimura Toto also said... It's actually quite useful cough cough.

"Are you angry because of this?" 1800 recalled, "I will return the car to her some other day, and I wanted to paint the body black..." The shape of the car is very cool, and 1800 has a little bit of it reluctant.

Although Mimura wondered if the woman was still dating him, but Yamada Taro's attitude was so clear, if he asked, it would seem to violate his right to make friends.

"...I saw you coming out of the jewelry store that day, what are you doing?" After thinking about it, Mimura still asked the question.

1800 was stunned for a moment, "Did you see it?"

The dim light moistened the oversized eyes of the man in front of him with a watery brilliance, and Mimura Toya felt a slight pain in his heart when An Yue's gaze, which was crushed at that moment, seemed to be sinking continuously.

"Taro..."

Mimura couldn't help but reached out and hugged him.

1800 rested his forehead on Mimura's shoulder, closed his eyes, and stretched out his arms to gently wrap around Mimura's waist.

"Tuo also... want to get married?"

He said something similar to a marriage proposal, but with a tone of reluctance.

Mimura Toya's phoenix pupils widened slightly... Chen Xi became eternally silent indoors.