[Net King] Gently kill the crane

Already, don't you think it's embarrassing to make a fuss out of a molehill if you show so much concern?Chewing on Jirou's potato chips, Miyoshi Tsurumi flipped through the pages he had read last night.Today, I have to memorize at least a dozen pages before I can successfully report to Mr. Atobe.

The door of the showroom opened with a bang, and a figure flew in, accompanied by screams.

"Ahhh! Mine! Mine!" A boy with short natural curly hair rushed towards him, grabbed the empty potato chip bag in Tsurumi's hand, and wailed, then rushed to the cabinet, and after checking the stock in it, he wailed even louder . "My snack!"

A pair of magnified round eyes were very close to Tsurumi's eyes.Jiro lay face down in front of the table, poking his angry face right in front of the tip of Tsurumi's nose.

"Oh..." Tsurumi blinked, "It was Shinozu, he told me."

"I knew it! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy with natural curly hair rushed out like an arrow, howled and called Ren Zuzu's name and walked away.

Quickly stuffing the last biscuit on hand into his mouth, Miyoshi Tsurumi threw the empty packages into the trash can.

A figure leaned against the door, watching her quietly.

It wasn't until he accidentally raised his eyes that Tsurumi noticed the existence of the person by the door.

"Why are you standing there?" Tsurumi wondered.

"You..." The person by the door scratched his head in frustration, as if he didn't know how to speak, "Is it okay?"

"Ah, it's okay." Tsurumi spread his hands, "He's already gone to deal with Renzu."

"Add blame again." There was no dissatisfaction but some gloating voice.

"No way, you know mine." In front of him, Miyoshi Tsurumi never needed any pretense.

"Yes, if you eat everything, you won't suffer." Ryo Shishido got up from the door frame against which he was leaning, and walked towards Tsurumi, "My dad has already secured the recommendation quota for Ah Xue. Will he like tennis?"

"You know perfectly well that he never exercises."

"Teach him to play tennis in the second half of the year, and he can enter the tennis club after entering school next year..."

"Come on, it's as if your tennis club isn't competitive. I'll cover him."

"Just you? A turtle with a shrinking head."

"What did you say! Cockroach whiskers!"

"It's safe to let Ah Xue follow my surname Shishido, it's useless Miyoshi."

"Bah, my Axue won't get married, you're pretty good when you get married, girl with ponytail."

"Go to hell!" Accompanied by the sound of slamming the door from embarrassment, the childhood sweetheart Jun, who was severely traumatized in the verbal fight again, galloped out.

The closed door was opened again, Tsurumi looked up, and was about to mock Shindo Ryo for not going back, but saw Atobe's cold face.

"Oh, I'm endorsing." Holding up the file folder as a gesture of favor, Tsurumi shrugged, "It was your staff who ran in."

"Tomorrow is the Kanto United Finals. You seem to be very leisurely. Huh?" The ending sound rose, and anyone could hear the threat.

During this period of time, under the ruthless cynicism of Uncle Atobe when he checked the progress, Tsurumi's ability to resist blows has been increasing exponentially, and this dangerous ending sound is no longer enough to shock her.

Shrugging easily, Tsurumi put down the folder and stared straight at it with burning eyes, "I check the progress every day. You already knew that I couldn't finish memorizing, so you just had the idea of ​​urging me to recite as much as I can. Atobe grown ups."

"Hmph." He was noncommittal, as if he had admitted Tsurumi's inference.

Before Atobe turned and left, Tsurumi couldn't help asking, "Do you really care about winning or losing? It's just a common-level knowledge contest."

"My lord's aesthetics shines all the time." Tsurumi thought he understood the wrong answer.This is simply a skill that only Jiro has.

"Even if it's you Atobe-sama, you won't always win..."

"No one enters the competition for the sake of losing." With his back to her, Atobe's answer was not unexpected.

"Oh, maybe it's because I'm relatively unpromising."

Turning around suddenly, Atobe's sharp gaze almost pierced a hole through her body.

"Oh, it's still too late to change. My teammate who is like a pig, you have endured it for a long time, you can't bear it anymore." Facing that cold gaze, Tsurumi was calm and ruthless.

"My uncle can never make a mistake." Atobe walked out of the showroom without saying that.

That is to say, even if you are wrong, you will never admit that your vision is bad?It's really hard work for the king.Standing up, he took out a bag of biscuits from Jirou's inventory, and Tsurumi walked out of the showroom staggeringly.

The Kanto venue of the subject joint knowledge competition.

Compared with the small trials that all classes in the school participated in, this so-called Kanto joint competition was not as grand as it could be.Just looking at the scale of a stadium the size of an ordinary auditorium, it feels pitiful.Obviously, this is just a small game held under a clever name and not taken seriously.

Don't you think it's ridiculous to be so serious about such a game?Facing the pitiful arena, Tsurumi cast a puzzled look at Atobe, who was serious.

"Hmm?" Atobe glanced at her perhaps because his pitiful eyes were too naked, and made a questioning voice.

"Oh... Is it alright if everyone doesn't come to watch the battle? Why don't you let the support team come to help?" Such a shabby two people came alone, which is completely inconsistent with the usual ostentatious style of the grandpa who pursues magnificence.

"This is not my uncle's individual competition."

"Even if they only call Atobe-sama's name, I won't mind as a little see-through."

"I don't mind." Looking up at the unique banner directly above the venue, Atobe said indifferently.

You just mind the pitiful size of the game.Miyoshi Tsurumi rolled his eyes silently.

"Hey, hey, look at this list of contestants, Ato-be-Keiko-go. It's that Atobe-Kego."

A playful voice came from around the corner.There stood a stand with a list of all the contestants.

girl's voice.

It's nothing more than another admirer of Keigo Atobe.The handsome and rich boy has no shortage of admirers no matter where he goes.Tsurumi glanced at the young man beside him with envy and jealousy, but saw that the other's expression suddenly became a little subtle.

Neither proud nor uncomfortable.It was an indescribable, almost awkward expression.

Tsurumi's eyes widened, and on Atobe's face, she saw an expression she thought would never appear.

That's the expression that weak people like she is extremely familiar with often show—trying to escape.

24 The battle of two men

Chapter 24 Nighthawk Star

Tsurumi stood silently, catching a hint of danger in the scorching air.She turned away from looking at Atobe beside her.

"Tch, the son of that nouveau riche family is actually here too." The strange girl's gentle voice wrote sharp words.Tsurumi couldn't help but nodded in his heart, that's right, an upstart.

"Please, the kind of nouveau riche who is eager to prove himself likes to poke his nose around. He can be missing in this kind of occasion." The calmer female voice is not inferior in terms of bitterness.

"It's so hard, it's pitiful. However, even if that kind of humble person goes to Great Britain to be gilded, he can't hide the smell of the soil." The third voice is clear and sweet, and just by listening to the voice, one can imagine the blooming smile on that face. Cute smile.

Miyoshi Tsurumi has never met a girl who is in harmony with her. At this moment, if she hadn't been concerned about Atobe next to her, she would have rushed out excitedly to meet her, "Kiss, you are also Atobe black. !"

However, what the girls said next was like a bucket of cold water.Miyoshi Tsurumi held his knees, feeling that he was shot in pain.

"No matter how high-class these common people pretend to be, they are just common people. There is no cure for their low bloodlines."

As a member of the common people, she quietly glanced at the only comrade-in-arms beside her.Atobu's face was sinking like water, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Speaking of which, don't the upstarts all have a collection of public utensils? They are really hyenas looking up at the moon."

"Forget it, only the downtrodden branch of the Saito family would condescend to sell their property to a peasant nouveau riche like Atobe who started selling land. It doesn't matter if they buy it, the lowliness will not change because of it."

"Hey, my father said that the Atobe family's claws have reached into this election. The one from the Ozawa faction really doesn't even care about their status for the sake of votes."

"If this goes on like this, maybe one day, the nouveau riche will shamelessly propose to the Chinese."

"Hey~~ It's disgusting!" The girls exclaimed in unison.

"I don't want it. Now, maybe the Cangqiao family will agree? This time the overseas investment failed, Wangzi's family is almost unable to support it."

"Hey, Wangzi is so pitiful..."

"Wangzi's father won't be so confused, isn't it shameful to mix in that kind of blood?"

"That kind of desperate person may fall in love with the smell of dirt and copper. No one can stop a declining family from degrading themselves."

Probably felt that he had told a great joke, and the girls laughed in unison.

At the other end of the corner, the silent boy suddenly moved.With his proud head held high as before, with his right hand resting on the mole of tears, he took steps.

In the next second, the force from his wrist stopped his forward momentum.The girl named Miyoshi Tsurumi clasped his arm tightly, her eyes widened but she didn't say a word.

"Let go." Atobe threatened in a low voice.Miyoshi Tsurumi didn't hear it as if, and was unmoved at all, clasping his arm stubbornly.If it is a hard throw, it is not a problem to break free from her with Atobe's strength.Perhaps bewildered by the opponent's inexplicable stubbornness, Atobe did not use force.While hesitating, the laughter of the girls faded away, and Atobe resignedly gave up the idea of ​​standing out.

"It's immoral to hit a girl