[Net King] Gently kill the crane

She interrupted her eloquent defense very simply and rudely, "Having ambitions but not the ability to be ruthless, Takashima is probably looking for this kind of Tsurumi. People who are truly indifferent to the world cannot stand up to Tsurumi." Really unwilling, you can find many reasons to refuse, or even quit the support group. Tsurumi, what you have been doing all this time is just to refuse and to welcome."

At that time, she did not refute again.Because there was no point in arguing with stubborn innocence—that was the excuse she used then for her silence.

Looking at the familiar name on the new student union election list from a distance.Tsurumi finally had to admit his naive assertion.

Of course, she can find out a lot, and she can also make more excuses, saying that she is helplessly drifting with the crowd, that she is weak and has no ability to resist.She could even claim that she agreed to the position of vice president of the support group because of the need to protect Ah Xue.After all, the power of the support group is feared by many people on campus - at that time, she really did refer to this factor.

However, when he saw the huge words "Three Good Studies" on the election list, the first thought that came to Tsurumi's mind was just -- "It might be troublesome for him to be involved in the controversy he caused." The idea of ​​self-preservation .

Yes.She was not in the support group because of anyone's last resort.She just couldn't bear to part with herself, the self who was supported by others, admired by others, and envied by others.

This... is Miyoshi Crane Met.

"Axue." On the way home, Axue chatted with brother Xiaoliang next door and exchanged some men's topics with a smile. Hearing Tsurumi's call, he turned his head suspiciously, "What?"

"Ah, what's for dinner?" Tsurumi panicked.

"How about the spicy noodles? I'll cook. Brother Xiaoliang, let's eat together."

"Okay."

Looking at the two brothers who were shoulder to shoulder, Tsurumi's eyes darkened. After all, he still couldn't say that sentence - don't run for office, okay, Ah Xue.

She turned her eyes away and stared blankly at the distant western sky.

Terrifying expanses of cloud are burning around the edges, as if ready to destroy all decay.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah you don't leave a message!You hurt my fragile heart that works overtime on weekends TAT

Fuck off, when Volume [-] ends and Volume [-] begins, you all don't give me a little summary, opinions... so sad.

39 Our Battle

Chapter 39

"Hey, Tsurumi, aren't you going?"

"No, I promised the president to deliver the manuscript tomorrow, and I have to rush to proofread it today." Trying to smile gently, Tsurumi waved his hand at his childhood sweetheart, "Axue, he must be fine."

"Oh, then I'll go." Shishido Ryo gave her a strange look, "Don't work too hard. There's no seriousness in that kind of flattering journal."

"Yeah. I'll take care of myself." Tsurumi nodded vigorously.

The co-election of the new student union has already begun. Although he has not communicated with Ah Xue about it, Tsurumi soon learned from the discussions around him that the specific position he is running for is the deputy director of the Propaganda Department-the student union is in the limelight. Healthy important position.

Speaking of which, it was thanks to Atobe's theory of "the strongest come first" that a first-year freshman could directly run for the post of student union cadre.

Although none of the seniors is willing to let go of the "figure" bestowed by their age, as if all classmates are equal, the school's superficial rules are still fair and democratic like a whitewash.

Of course, only newcomers with no brains will really believe in that "democracy" and foolishly come together to talk about "equality" with their elders.The seniors who were tumbling and crawling over united and taught a lesson calmly, no matter how stunned Lengtouqing was, he would understand the reality of this world, and then calm down honestly.

My younger brother knows that Ah Xue is neither a fool nor a heartless man.He has his considerations.Tsurumi couldn't fully understand it, but he vaguely touched some vague and shapeless shadows in the air.

This is why Tsurumi is worried.From her point of view, just entering the school is obviously the time for a low-key person to be gradually accepted.If you want to enter the student union, starting from an ordinary job is the right way.However, Ah Xue cast a letter of candidacy for the deputy head of the Propaganda Department like a slanted sword. It was like thrusting a shining steel knife into the long table for dinner, attracting everyone dazzlingly and dangerously. gaze.

Even if it is to prove himself, it is too anxious.Couldn't help rolling up the paper manuscript in his hand and ravaging it repeatedly, Tsurumi's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"Vice President Miyoshi, please review and select these candidate cover photos yourself." A girl from the support team walked into the editing room, staring at the mess on the large desk in astonishment.

"Vice President Miyoshi?" He called out tentatively, but couldn't find him anywhere in the room.

"Strange, it was still there just now." Looking around in confusion, the girl put the photo on the spread manuscript and turned to leave.

Panting and climbing up the high stairs, Miyoshi Tsurumi took a deep breath to calm his frantic heartbeat, then lowered his expression and walked steadily towards the large auditorium with unhurried steps.

"Tsurumi, Tsurumi~" A small voice called from behind.Turning around, Cilang was smiling and grinning at her behind the familiar tall figure.

"You're going the wrong way." Scratching his short naturally curly hair, Cirou's wide-eyed eyes suddenly reminded her cutely.

"Eh?" Crane was stunned for a moment. "No...not at all. The lecture hall is indeed in this direction."

This time it was Cilang's turn to be stunned.He grabbed Atobe's arm coquettishly, "Hey, Atobe, I made a mistake. I don't seem to be going to the auditorium."

"Hmph." Atobe turned his face away arrogantly, "The campaign venue has been temporarily changed to the auditorium." He didn't even bother to give Miyoshi Tsurumi an extra look, as if he was simply answering Jirou's question.

But he was clearly mentioning her.

It's not the first time Tsurumi has seen Mr. Atobe's cloudy way of speaking, and it's meaningless to play riddles with him here.Simply nodding his head in thanks, Tsurumi galloped down the road he came from.

Uncle Atobe, who manages so many things every day, actually pointed out the way for the students who went astray in the large lecture hall. The spirit of self-dedication is so noble that the sad witnesses shed tears.

The article is made by nature, and it is occasionally obtained.

While running, a touching opening sentence of the support group journal naturally formed in Tsurumi's mind.The guilt of leaving the magazine behind to watch my younger brother's election was greatly reduced.

Turning a few bends and rushing into the crowded auditorium, the campaign speech seems to have begun.Before he could stop to catch his breath, Tsurumi's expression twisted violently in an instant.

At this moment, the one standing behind the podium and passively accepting the booing in the room was the one on whom all her thoughts were attached.

"Don't pollute your eyes, please! Mom, I'm going to be scared to death!"

"It's ridiculous to run for the Minister of Propaganda with this appearance!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Get off!"

Above the bubbling crowd, malice intertwined into a viscous sea in the wide space above the auditorium.Thick and breathless.It was clearly a scene that had been expected, but the sadness when I saw it with my own eyes would not be any less.

Covering his mouth violently, forcing back the desire to vomit, Tsurumi forced himself to raise his eyes and stare at the boy on the stage.

Miyoshi who squinted his eyes slightly, thanks to his natural winking eyes like silk, looked very charming, and did not show the slightest timidity under the malicious siege.

Looking at him like this, Tsurumi felt a little comforted.

However, what's the point of continuing to stand there after being attacked by such unkindness?Seniors who feel provoked have shown their toughness.Perseverance will not change the result of losing the election.Tsurumi shook his head desperately, praying in his heart for the child to come down quickly.Then she will hold his hand in time, like it has happened countless times since childhood, Xiongjiu will put him under her wings in the attitude of a protector, and give him the most dear and beloved comfort .

She is the vice-chairman of the Atobe support group, which can be called the tyrant of Hyotei Academy.At any rate, these people would be afraid of the forces behind her.

But the boy still stood upright, slowly continuing his campaign speech—even though he was interrupted countless times.No trace of trembling can be seen at the corners of the mouth, and there are no lines of trouble between the brows, and there are no flaws.

Always been this way.When Ah Xue decided to hide his emotions, even Miyoshi Tsurumi, who had watched him grow up, couldn't see the true meaning behind his eyes.

Miyoshi Tsurumi didn't know whether Ah Xue was struggling, whether he felt great pain, and how far his enduring limit was.None of this matters.The only thing she knew was that she couldn't bear to see her lovely and gentle brother surrounded by these malicious people, insulting him with such dirty and shameful language.

It would make her tremble uncontrollably in pain.

"Hahaha. Looking at that guy, he can't be deaf."

"Oh, he looked over. It doesn't look like he is deaf. Then, he is mentally retarded who can't understand human words, hahahahaha."

A sentence of vicious words pierced the eardrum like a needle, and the mind gradually became chaotic and frantic.In the struggle, the nerves became more and more subtle, revealing an ominous sound.

Finally broke down completely.

"Ahh—" she covered her ears and screamed loudly. "Shut up!"

Perhaps this uncontrollable shout played a role, and for a moment, the auditorium fell into a strange silence.Only the unhurried speech of the young man on the podium continued stubbornly.

"What are you doing?" Someone muttered dissatisfiedly after seeing the person coming.One sound, there will be rare