[Net King] Gently kill the crane

stumble.

A huge black shadow was shaking in mid-air in the wind.

Wiping his eyes, the atheist Tsurumi poked his head out to take a closer look.Finally, she saw clearly the body of the black shadow—Kego Atobe.

Uncle Atobe, who can't stop doing amazing things, is slowly climbing up a gangway hanging from the sky.Looking further up, you can see the ostentatious helicopter with the huge "ATOBE" written on it hovering in mid-air.

Fool, isn't this all wet?

This was Miyoshi Tsurumi's first thought after seeing the situation in front of him clearly.

Even if you climb a helicopter, you have to close the windows anyway. It's really immoral.

This is Miyoshi Tsurumi's second thought after being hit by the rain on his face and blurring his vision.

Wait, for the sake of protecting him from fighting cockroaches, at least she will be included along with her!Unscrupulous bastard with tears!

This is the third thought of Miyoshi Tsurumi who was startled to be ruthlessly left behind by Master Atobe.

After closing the window, Tsuru saw the desk and went to get his schoolbag.After flipping through the schoolbag twice to confirm that there was no extra cherry pink umbrella in it, Miyoshi Tsuru sighed and had to admit that he was finally completely and ruthlessly abandoned by Mr. Atobe.

Had to go home in the rain.

The mood became a little depressed for some reason. Compared with the discomfort of being ridiculed and insulted, this sense of loss was more unbearable.From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the collection of poems lying alone on the table, and the sigh sounded again.

"Although I tore you apart. At any rate, we were discarded by the same person. Let's be comrades-in-arms. Don't hate me." Stretching out his hand to caress the incomplete place where a page was roughly torn off, Tsurumi couldn't stop crying. Brokenly thinking, "I am doing you a favor by taking you home now. I usually respect the crystallization of human wisdom. Today is just an accident. You have to believe me. Although I don't understand French, the bookcase on the bookcase There is no shortage of space for you. In fact, even if a page is missing, it won't affect reading too much, so don't mind."

It seems that this can be forgiven by the poetry collection of innocent people being murdered.

After reading this long chant that seemed like a spell, Tsurumi put his hands together and said sorry respectfully, and reached out to close the thick gilt hardcover book cover.The smooth touch of her fingertips made her heart move.

Something was hidden under the opened bookcase.

wipe!

Open the book cover, as expected, a [-]cm five-fold small umbrella is quietly hiding in the gap between the spine of the book and the open book cover.

Lowering his head, Tsurumi's shoulders trembled uncontrollably.Help, what is this... She held her forehead and laughed out of anger.Is this a human nature investigation similar to the legendary "trap recruitment"? ——If you still have a little regret for the book, you will go home with an umbrella. If you don’t respect this poor book, you will go home in the rain.

How stupid and naive is Keigo Atobe's seemingly mature heart?

Jiongji picked up the small five-fold umbrella with spirit, and Tsurumi opened it carefully, this time it was not a thin cherry color, but the elegant green umbrella surface was painted with thin ivy.Refreshing yet cute.

It's very appetizing for girls.

But, is this really Mr. Atobe's umbrella?I thought of the ostentatious appearance of that invincible uncle wearing purple and gold on weekdays.It was really unimaginable that the other party would buy such an umbrella as delicate as Xiaojiabiyu.

The same goes for the Hakuzakura-colored umbrella last time, which is far from Atobe's usual taste.If he had such a bland taste on weekdays, maybe Tsurumi's resentment towards him as a nouveau riche would be much lessened.

He hasn't returned the thin cherry-colored umbrella from last time, and if it rains a few more times, maybe a team of seven colors can be formed... No, it's better to return him as soon as possible to draw a clear line.

Do you want to ask him, where did you buy such a beautiful umbrella?

So embarrassing and thinking wildly, Tsurumi held up an umbrella and walked in?/li>

The author has something to say: Well... I guess you guys want to beat me to death... That's it~ Don't hit me, at least not in the face!You see, Tsurumi didn't even slap the uncle in the face!

As usual, please leave a message~ Come and talk to me~ Everyone who supports me till today~(Enough)

32 The battle of two men

Chapter 32 The Long Dark Blue Wave

"Hi, Keigo Atobe."

"Huh?"

"It's already like this, can you stop speaking in that beating tone for a while?"

"Oh."

"I'm so unwilling, very, very, very unwilling."

"Nobody enters a game because they want to lose."

"But...but..."

"It's raining too much..." Atobe walked into the rain curtain, regardless of the rapid rain that wet his expensive hand-made custom coat, he stood still, silently looking back at Miyoshi Tsurumi under the eaves.

Staring blankly at him with his mouth half open, Tsurumi immediately got up as if comprehending, trotted into the rain screen and stood beside Atobe.

"It's raining too much." Looking up at the countless dense silver lines falling from the sky, Atobe sighed.

"It's... the rain... it's really... too heavy." Tsurumi responded with a weeping voice as he wiped away the hot liquid that criss-crossed across his cheeks.

In the just-concluded subject knowledge joint competition, they lost - under the advantage of always leading the score in the first half.

That Li Haida's morning Liangya was silent for half the time, and suddenly became uncharacteristically active, no, perhaps it should be said, as expected.

Since he started shooting, there has been no one on the court who can compete with him.

Not without trying.Whether it's Atobe, Tsurumi, or even Yinglan's calm-looking Feng Jingye who always pushes his glasses, everyone tries to take even one question from him.However, the harder you work, the more the deep gap that cannot be bridged will be ruthlessly presented in front of everyone.

Unable to look directly, unable to face, and even unwilling to admit the existence of that unfathomable gully.But he was cruelly forced to face the cruel reality with his eyes wide open.

"You did well enough." At the moment when the dust settled, Atobe whispered these words to Tsurumi.

But... not enough, no, no.

Meticulously prepared and full of confidence, I came to this venue because I wanted to compete with my opponent.But I realized that there is no need to waste all my efforts to fight for it. No matter how hard I try, it is nothing but worthless in front of others.

Unwilling to be resentful but unable to blame anyone, her heart was squeezed so painfully.

It's just... because of the existence of that gully.

"That morning Liangya once participated in an off-campus Quiz club, and he is very good at researching answering skills." This was the news that Feng Jingye reported before the game.At that time, he seemed to have something to say, but was stopped by Atobe.

"If...if I could work harder, if I could focus on studying the rules of the question, I would be able to guess the question like him." Holding back his sobs, Tsurumi squatted on the ground, staring at the rain splashed by the rain with hazy eyes. A little pothole.

"160 five. This is Einstein's IQ. Good teeth in the morning are 160 three. The IQ range of normal people is between 90 and 110." Atobe's voice was faint, as if he was pressing something that was about to spew out Emotions.

do not do that.Stop talking.don't listen.Tsurumi wanted to cover his ears, but it was too late, Atobe's small but calm voice pierced through the growing rain and reached his ears.

"There's nothing you can do about the numerical differences in IQ. You and me, we both."

don't want.Don't admit it.

You already knew it, right, and you don’t think it’s necessary to say it?Or fear of hitting morale?Why do you have to admit it at this time, isn't it good to continue to have a little fantasy?It's because I didn't work hard enough this time, because I didn't master the skills of the competition, or because my knowledge wasn't wide enough...

It is better than the pain that no matter how hard you try to reach out, you will never be able to touch it.

"Not everything in this world is as you wish. It is precisely because of this that you work harder and reach out to what you desire is the aesthetics of my uncle." Atobe maintained a posture of looking up at the sky, and a hint of uncompromising gradually leaked out from the corner of his mouth sneer.

When walking off the podium, everyone heard it. When another contestant from Lihai University went to beat the good teeth in the early morning to blame him for the scary silence in the first half, the boy with a lazy expression spoke softly. The words that came out of the lips.

"However, it's interesting to force others to a desperate situation little by little. You can't play for a long time if you destroy people's self-esteem all at once. After all, they are ordinary people."

Cruelty that pierces the heart.

It is almost a natural reaction of the body in an instant.When Atobe firmly controlled his wrist, Tsurumi realized that he was raising his hand angrily and trying to slap it up.

hateful.It was as if someone threw even the meaning of existence to the ground and crushed it hard.

"If you let yourself sink like this, admit that you are weak, and dare not face up to the difference, you will be succeeded by that guy. If you are my uncle, you will never bow your head even in front of the gods. Get up, and you will be drenched in the rain enough."

Slightly bowing his head, the slender boy stood sideways, reaching out his hand to Tsurumi who was squatting on the ground like a real gentleman.

"Oh." Instead of taking that hand, Tsurumi propped up his knees and got up slowly, half-bent over the dizziness of insufficient blood supply to the brain for a moment, and then straightened up.

"Huh?" The usual teasing voice came from the end of his nose, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "You seem to be very bad at accepting others' kindness."

"I'm used to it." Because I'm afraid, once I accept it, I can't help leaning on it, and then I will become a fragile and useless existence.

It doesn't matter if you compromise, resist tenaciously, or become a chameleon with uncertain weather, it doesn't matter what you are, as long as you are vulnerable