[Net King] Gently kill the crane

Pass leisurely.Tsurumi had already given up the idea of ​​getting rid of the people around him, and he didn't dare to play with the other party lightly any more, when he was feeling gloomy, he suddenly heard a familiar sound coming from beside him.

The sound of an empty stomach protesting.

Tsurumi Jijiong looked at the lingering young master with spirit, and the low murmur sounded clearly and timely again, but the other party still had a face that no one was ashamed to say, as if he didn't feel any embarrassment at all. .

In view of this situation, Tsurumi had no choice but to speak in person, to be the villain who exposed the emperor's new clothes, "You...are you hungry?"

Atobe was not ashamed, and nodded easily to express his affirmation of Tsurumi's keen observation ability.

Does Master Atobe want to treat guests to dinner?

He didn't know the tragic reality that Keigo Ajibe, who used to be the master of money, now only has [-] yen left in his whole body.At this time, Tsurumi was still dreaming of unrealistic dreams, and based on the principle of not taking advantage of advantages, he waited with burning eyes for Keigo Atobe's next words.

Atobe looked at her calmly, parted her thin lips, and slowly uttered a word from her mouth.

"I want to taste the bento you made yourself."

This was tantamount to a flirtatious statement. Miyoshi Tsurumi, who had only flirted with girls before and had no experience in heterosexual love, was stunned.

The lingering sound was like a tsunami caused by a major earthquake. For a moment, Tsurumi felt that his heart was like a simple cabin on the beach, ruthlessly crushed to pieces under the fierce crushing tsunami waves.

At this moment, fortunately, Miyoshi Tsurumi does not have the comprehension ability of Jirou. If she can comprehend, Atobe's ambiguous remarks that disturb people's minds are just for lunch, and the girl's heart will probably be broken. He vomited three liters of blood.

After a while, she fell into the state of a wooden figure and finally came back to her senses under Atobe's unambiguous and upright gaze, "Master Atobe... bento... something... I... I'd better treat you to ramen... ..."

Sighing and touching the wallet in his pocket, Tsurumi put down his chopsticks.Atobe on the opposite side was finishing the noodle soup slowly, took out a handkerchief and wiped it lightly, his movements were elegant and well-bred.Even the eye-catching tear mole under the left eye seems to be shining with a noble light.

Everything that is impeccable, in the eyes of Tsurumi at this moment, will only feel more disgusted.

The upper class, after all, is different from common people like us.Thinking of the proud appearance of this young master who called himself the "emperor" on weekdays, Miyoshi Tsuru, who felt that he was a "commoner class", couldn't help but grow evil.

Wiping his mouth fiercely in revenge, Tsurumi threw the napkin roughly into the small trash can beside the table, staring at Atobe provocatively.The other party did not show surprise at her uncultivated behavior, but looked at the distant sky outside the ramen shop and wondered what she was thinking.

I have never seen Keigo Atobe showing such a melancholy expression. Tsurumi, who was full of wretched and petty calculations, was frightened for a moment, and he didn't dare to act rashly, and just sat there motionless.

After a while, Atobe finally came back to his senses, "Where is the next destination?"

Facing Tsurumi's wonderful expression that turned from horror to anger and finally to helplessness, Atobe remained calm and composed.He has completely given up the "seeking to go together" route of "coincidentally, we are going to the same place" that was concealed before, and instead expressed the shameless meaning of "today, my uncle is relying on you".

Of course, in Atobe's heart, this has nothing to do with "shameless", it's just "my uncle's request".

However, saying it is a "request" has no room for discussion.He wasn't prepared to be rejected by a woman.

What's more, that woman is a "member of the support group."

Atobe was not unaware that the attitude of the "member of the support group" in front of him was rather strange.The "die-hard fans" who were supposed to be obedient to his every word and deed, were reluctant from the beginning to the end, and even suspected of malicious tricks in the later stage.

But he didn't intend to find out the other party's true mood.

It's just a person who doesn't matter to him, which is even better, and there is no suspicion of violating the prohibition of "asking friends for help" in the gambling contract.He only needs to firmly grasp one point, as long as she is still in the support group, it is absolutely impossible to directly reject his "request".

From that point on, Atobe wins.

The next destination, Tsurumi took Atobe to Yoyogi Park.

Probably out of eagerness to sell Atobe, Tsurumi chose this large open park within walking distance.

Located in the bustling city center of Tokyo, Yoyogi Park on Sunday is not crowded with people, nor is it a clean place.What's more, with Keigo Atobe, who can attract the admiring eyes of many girls without saying a word, beside him, it makes people unable to calm down.

Fortunately, the park is better than the noisy street after all.During the casual walk, listening to the singing of birds and people saves the effort of trying to find topics to chat with the uncle.

As he walked, Tsurumi forgot about the mobile male hormone diffuser beside him, and casually thought about his own affairs in his brain, forum, innocent, support group, support group, innocent, forum...

He was swaying loosely when his feet suddenly softened.

A stench hit the face.

The small muddy puddles formed on the side of the road during the long rainy season are difficult for ordinary pedestrians to fall into, so they have not received the attention of the park management.Unfortunately, Miyoshi Tsurumi, who is God, happens to belong to the "second-class pedestrian".

By the time her brain reacted, she was already trapped in it in a kneeling position.

"Mum..." His knees and hands were covered with sludge exuding the smell of fermented microbial corpses. Miyoshi Tsurumi opened his mouth to vent, but was so smoked that he closed his mouth again.

Tsurumi looked at his hands sadly, then at his knees with a dejected expression, not knowing what to do for a moment.When I remembered that there was Uncle Jingwu from the Mijibu next to me, I found that the other party had disappeared.

Unscrupulous bastard!

Although he had never had any illusions about Atobe's character, after all, he had just paid for this old man to eat ramen.As the saying goes, the kindness of a drop of water needs to be repaid by the spring. This uncle just ate her ramen, and just slipped away without saying a word when she was in trouble. It's really hateful!

Griefly and indignantly, he got up from the mud puddle, took the wet wipe from a kind passer-by, and endured his nausea, Tsurumi wiped off the mud on his body.

In the midst of distress, a burst of coolness suddenly poured on her dirty hands.

The kind administrator uncle brought water to save her!

Tsurumi raised his eyes gratefully, and it was Keigo Atobe who was holding a water pipe.

Perhaps because of the ever-changing nature, Atobe, who is good at calculating the ball's path, also has a lot of experience in controlling the water flow. The water column from the rubber hose falls steadily on Tsurumi's arms without getting wet. clothing.

After rinsing for a while, Tsurumi was quite satisfied with the cleanliness of her arms, so she stepped back a little, raised her calf, and motioned for her to rinse towards her knees.

Atobu frowned slightly, with a slightly hesitant expression on his face, but he still followed Tsurumi's intention, lowered the water hose in his hand, and washed her knees for her.

The clear water washes away all the disgusting sludge, and the water column driven by water pressure tickles the calf, giving it a special comfortable feeling of water pressure massage.Tsurumi narrowed his eyes enjoying it, and raised his calf again.The gurgling water stopped.

Tsurumi, who was not comfortable, glanced at Atobe dissatisfied, but saw that the other party was being firmly grasped by the uncle in blue overalls.

"You turned on the fire hydrant without permission! Young man, didn't your teacher teach you how to behave!" The uncle who maintained the park order grabbed the fire hose and angrily accused Atobe.

It's just that I didn't find a closer water source and turned on the fire hydrant in a hurry. I didn't expect to get into such trouble.He probably felt that he was doing a good deed, and Atobu didn't show any shame on his face, but just casually said that the uncle would pay for the loss, trying to dismiss the uncle who suddenly appeared.

The uncle administrator immediately became furious, "I'm not talking about money with you, young man! This is a rule! Destroy public facilities at will, you..."

Maybe it was the first time in his life that he couldn't get rid of him with money. Although Atobe, who was held by his uncle and kept reprimanding him, did not lose his temper as a young master, even though his brows were tightly frowned.At first, he tried to explain the purpose of his actions, but he was immediately defeated by the uncle's chattering "moral" attacks.

At his wit's end, Atobu subconsciously called out to Huadi, but suddenly realized that there was no one behind him today.

For a moment of astonishment, his heart was empty and lost, and he finally faintly touched the deep meaning of Yukimura's gentle smile.

15 respective wars

Chapter [-]: The Bottom of the Forest

If it was normal, this kind of people who tried to harm him would have been dismissed by the followers who followed him - at home, they were the housekeeper and bodyguard, and at school, it was Huadi.

When did he ever have to face such trivial and low-level troubles as the young master of the branch, and get entangled with such unreasonable and arrogant market people?

The hands with gnarled veins grasping the arms are quite strong due to long-term physical labor, and the grasping is painful.Atobe pursed his thin lips in displeasure.It's not that I'm afraid of pain.Just imagine, in the past ten years of his life, who would dare to touch the young master of the Atobe family.

Endless scolding rained down on him, and he couldn't get rid of it, but there was nowhere to call for help, and there was nothing he could do.Atobe's delicate face finally gradually became embarrassing - but he didn't dare to get angry.

The way his shoulders shrunk helplessly, looked a bit shrugged from a distance.

There is no follower Hanaji, no loyal butler, no hardworking maid who follows Atobe, after all, he is just an ordinary middle school student.When encountering an unknown type of creature like "Uncle Park Ranger", who is especially capable of fighting and talking, he can only be at a loss and listen to the training obediently.

Even this honesty has nothing to do with a gentleman, nothing to do with pride,