[Net King] Gently kill the crane

so deep.

If it hadn't been for the occasional sobbing noise from his younger brother's room when he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, even Tsurumi, who thought he knew his younger brother best, wouldn't have noticed. In fact, Ah Xue cared so much about his strange appearance. And deeply inferior.

His fists creaked.Tsurumi bit her lower lip tightly.

That's why I can't tolerate those bastards who hurt that gentle boy by calling "ugly monsters"!

Staring at those giggling elementary school boys, Tsurumi was full of resentment.

It's just that she is no longer the primary school student who pounced on him and overwhelmed the boy, and was still calmly laughed at by the people around him, 'this girl is really a murderer'.

A second-year junior high school girl who has already developed her secondary sexual characteristics suddenly pounces on her in front of a crowded tram stop and wrestles with others.

Miyoshi Tsurumi, a realist who always does not like to suffer, glanced slowly and firmly at the boys while thinking about the attack plan.

The other party seemed uncomfortable under Tsurumi's prickly gaze, they shoved and shoved each other awkwardly, and finally a bold one stood up and yelled at her aggressively, "What are you looking at! Secret love!"

The rest of the boys suddenly laughed and booed everywhere.

Originally, he was still trying to restrain himself, but when he heard this, his anger rushed to the top of his head instantly.Tsurumi cleared his throat, crossed his hips and cursed like a cannonball, "Crush? Do you guys with faces full of holes on the moon have holes in their brains? Oh no, I was wrong. The brains You probably forgot to dig things under the permafrost in Siberia when you were born. You live with your spinal cord like a double-destroyed frog? It’s really hard for you, no wonder you can’t even see your own virtue. "

Carefully keeping a safe distance from those boys, Tsurumi desperately organized the verbal attacks.

After all, she is still a little girl at heart, and she is too embarrassed to use obscene words even to swear, so she has to beat around the bush and use some adjectives.

"Hey! Smelly woman, say something you don't understand!"

"Treat us for fools!"

A few boys who were still primary school students did not understand the junior high school biology class knowledge of double damage. However, from Tsurumi's smug expression, he knew it was not a good word.

"Aren't you being fools? Isn't your essence being fools? If you take out the attribute of being fools, you will have nothing left! You are big fools who speak ill of others behind their backs!"

Girls have always been better at things like swearing than boys.Especially as a language with very poor swearing words, it requires considerable experience and talent to use Japanese reasonably to achieve the best attack effect.

The boys suffered a lot and couldn't think of any powerful attack, so they could only keep cursing "Ugly!" and "Bastard!"

On Tsurumi's side, however, he became more and more courageous, using all his experience in watching the big fights in neighboring countries, sarcasm and sarcasm the other side.

A few elementary school boys were still too young and thin-skinned, and finally couldn't bear Tsurumi's boundless ridicule and abuse, and rushed forward suddenly, waving their firm fists as if threatening.

"Want to do it!"

Tsurumi, who has never let down his vigilance, jumped back sharply at this time, took out a folding umbrella from his bag, stretched the handle of the umbrella, and waved it in the air with a "rustle".

"Come on!" She swung the handle of the umbrella arrogantly, provocatively moving her steps.

With more than one opponent, and the opponent is a man with a natural physical advantage, Tsurumi simply has no chance of winning.Fortunately, she held a "long-handled weapon" in her hand and kept jumping around, so she might not suffer a big loss if she got into a fight in front of this busy tram stop.

Just as she was nervously holding the umbrella handle, she was about to start a fierce battle in the name of "beloved brother".The arrogant people suddenly died down, cursing "don't care about women", and quickly disappeared from Tsurumi's field of vision.

Eh?

The sudden victory without a fight made Tsurumi stunned for a moment.

Silently chanting "I'm not afraid of being beaten, it's just because the art of war says 'poor fighters don't chase after'..." Standing in place and watching the opponent disappear, Tsurumi rolled his eyes exaggeratedly to express his disdain, then closed his umbrella and turned around.

As far as the eye can see, at a very close distance, there is a face that is so familiar that it cannot be more familiar.

For a moment, Miyoshi Tsurumi almost began to suspect that perhaps the scorching sun above his head had caused him to experience hallucinations.

However, the image of the vision is that person, which is simply more terrifying than a nightmare in the night.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and finally had to regretfully confirm that the scene in front of her was not some summer hallucination mirage.

The real body of the dumb blond Uncle Bingdi was standing there alone, with no expression of sadness or joy on his face.

Tsurumi swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his throat was fishy and sweet.

It seems that the whole person is wrong.Sure enough, it's still too dry.She clenched her palms that were sweating coldly.

Atobe completely sees the form of a villain who is cursing and provoking in the street. Even if you don't consider how this young man with high eyes will despise the vulgar self in his heart, just as a classmate, he is at the stage of realizing it for the first time. It is also quite embarrassing to be caught in the scene of a third-year junior high school girl who is extremely concerned about her image during the period of social evaluation and her own relationship.

Under such complicated and unfavorable conditions, Miyoshi Tsurumi immediately decided to play dumb to the end.

She grinned, and grinned honestly in the direction of Atobe.

"Atobe-sama, it is a great honor to meet you here!"

Arched back timidly fawning appearance, the standard support group posture.

In an instant, a look of disgust appeared on the boy's face, and it was only a flash.In the next moment, as if remembering something more important, a never-before-seen expression appeared on the boy's face.

hesitate.

Tsurumi could hardly believe his eyes.

Mr. Atobe, who has always been omnipotent and confident, is hesitating.

12 respective wars

Chapter Twelve Akita Street

"You..." Atobe's heart seemed to be engaged in a fierce and cruel struggle.Finally, he stretched out his hand in the direction of Tsurumi.

"How to use this thing?"

A tram ticket lay quietly in the palm of the calloused hand.

puff.

Use your see-through skill at the ticket gate, sir.

The cold iron sheet glowing with silver will surely tell you all the secrets of its internal structure.

Miyoshi Tsurumi almost laughed out loud when he discovered the stupidity of Keigo Atobe who didn't know how to use train tickets.

As expected of a young master who does not eat fireworks in the world, he has never even taken the tram that is necessary for Japanese transportation.It was really hard work for him to be able to successfully buy a tram ticket.

"Please raise your honorable right hand and put that thing into the socket on the green arrow. By the way, don't put it on the left. Of course, if you are noble, if you are willing to do good deeds, give others the opportunity to enter the station." That's fine."

At any rate, he still remembered his noble status as the review representative of the Atobu support team, and Miyoshi Tsurumi explained with a warm and kind smile, full of sarcasm.

The excitement of seeing Atobe making a fool of himself was so strong that she almost lost control, and she could no longer use her acting skills to hide her inner gloating.

Atobe frowned, and looked at her deeply.

If it was back to the usual Miyoshi Tsurumi, he would probably have been stared back into the shrinking state by the shining star.However, at this time, she was overexcited, and in this free and open society, she completely released her suppressed nature for a long time, and she was free and evil.

"Don't forget to get your day pass back. Bump your body against that little door, don't worry, you won't cross to platform nine and three quarters, it will move out of the way and bring you in .”

Atobe glanced at her deeply again, stood up for a while, and waited for the door to open by itself before walking past.

it's a pity.

Seeing that the other party was not fooled, Tsurumi swallowed regretfully.

"As expected of Mr. Atobe, even the movements of crossing the subway entrance are so heroic and extraordinary."

As the writer of the first language of the journal of the support group, he has long been familiar with the basic flattering skills.

"It's an honor to have such a chance encounter, so let's say goodbye, Master Atobe." He saluted the other party respectfully, Tsurumi stood up with a smile, intending to complete the spirit of the support team, and respectfully watched Master Atobe go away.However, the grown-up showed no sign of leaving.

"Where are you going?" Asking such nosy words, the expression on Atobe's face seemed to be coerced, entangled and depressed.

"Oh..." Before Tsurumi could understand Atobe's plan, he could see the meaning of threat from the other party's straight eyes, "Stop talking about that, just be honest."

Being able to speak honestly, after all, no one would want to put on airs.

Tsurumi thought angrily, then naturally omitted all honorific titles, "I'm going to Harajuku."

"I'll go too." After struggling to squeeze out these few words from his lips, Jibu paused, and then added, "What a coincidence."

The expression and tone of voice that tried to pretend to be natural made Tsurumi speechless.

"Then..." You can understand Atobe's hidden subtext without thinking too much—let's go together.

Go to Harajuku with Keigo Atobe.

For the members of the support team alone, this is undoubtedly good luck similar to that of the Holy Family Ron.However, as Miyoshi Tsurumi, the biggest rebel lurking in the Atobe support group, this good luck that others can only wish for is tantamount to the most tragic torture.

Under the coercion of the title of "Review Representative of the Atobe Support Group", Tsurumi suppressed the grief in his heart, turned around slowly, clenched his fist and punched himself in the face.

Out to mix, sooner or later have to repay.