[Net King] Gently kill the crane

Luoluo followed suit. "Hey, why is she crazy?" "Hey, they all seem to be named Sanhao." "Is it true..."

Because of her identity, the voice of the discussion was much quieter than the siege just now, although it was still clear enough to catch every word.

She took a deep breath and rushed to the podium, "A Xue." She raised her face, looked at the handsome young man intently, and called out.

"... Only if you believe in yourself first, will others believe in you. I believe..."

Ah Xue continued his campaign speech as if he didn't hear it.

"Axue." The call turned into pleading, but still couldn't get any attention from him.Ah Xue stared straight ahead, and what came out of his mouth were campaign speeches he had memorized by heart.

"Student, please don't disrupt the election order." The boy wearing glasses approached.

Miyoshi Tsurumi recognized him, one of the current deputy directors of the Propaganda Department, and they had also cooperated with the support group last month.This time, he acted as if he had never heard of her name, Miyoshi Tsurumi, and he said, "Just now, a classmate was kicked out of the arena for beating someone. I hope you will take it as a warning. After all, we And don't want to lay hands on a lady."

There was a grim smile on the corner of his mouth, which was smug, as if enshrining a malicious gabion.

No need to ask Tsurumi who was the person who was kicked out of the field.It will only be Shindo Ryo who is not present at this time.Even the status of being the hottest candidate in the Ice Emperor Tennis Club can't calm down the lunatic malice here, no wonder she, who can be regarded as half of the man of the hour, will encounter such a Waterloo.

The student union is indeed not such an easy existence to deal with.

Miyoshi Tsurumi bit his lip hard.In the smile of the deputy minister, in the eyes of countless dazzling eyes in all directions, he gradually backed away.

The deputy minister bent down and pretended to listen to the introduction from the person next to him.Then he smiled and politely called her Miyoshi Vice President, disrespectful and disrespectful all the way, and asked her if she was unwell.Then he ordered the two officers around him to move a stool for Vice President Miyoshi.

sit down?What are you doing sitting down?To be read a joke is to read the joke of my younger brother, or, to read the joke of my younger brother first before being read a joke by others.

The hand that was kindly on the shoulder pressed her down quietly.

It turned out that the stage was more than the size of a foot square visible to the naked eye. From the moment she couldn't hold back her mouth, she stepped into an inescapable clown stage woven together by malice.

On stage and off stage, both he and she are tied to the stage.

She didn't know where those people's malice came from, maybe... maybe it was just because they were a pair of siblings.Maybe it's because they are a pair of ridiculous siblings who don't know their weight, so they have to be tied here to accept the mocking attention ceremony.

Her only comrade-in-arms still stood indifferently on his small stage, reciting his election manifesto indifferently.

It can't be pushed down, and once it sits down, it really becomes an animal that allows people to watch.After more than two years of hard work, more than two years of desperate efforts, she finally gained a little prestige, but in an instant she lost the shell of a fake tiger, and completely disappeared.

but……

Before she was powerless to resist and gave up completely, a hand slammed onto her wrist, pulling her away from the irresistible shackles.

The author has something to say: Who is the owner of that hand~ What an interesting question~ Welcome to the quiz with prizes!I insist on updating when JJ can hardly be opened, I look forward to your encouragement from your messages, come quickly

40 Our Battle

Chapter Forty

Tsurumi raised her eyes dumbfounded, she wanted to say something, but her dry throat couldn't make any syllables.

"Ah, Sanhao, where do you come from to hang out here, the journal is about to be printed, where is the special manuscript you owe me?" The former president of the literary agency, who should have graduated, glanced around casually, She murmured like an old woman, "You can't hide here, go and write for me."

Before Miyoshi Tsurumi could react, the former president of the literature club forcibly pulled her by the arm and walked out of the auditorium.

"You...you've graduated, haven't you!" Tsurumi yelled after being dragged into the shade of the trees.

"I was repeated." The former president of the literary club picked his nostrils calmly, and flicked, "Probably got revenge by the Atobe. Tsk, it's just a little brat. It's too lacking gas."

"You are obviously spreading rumors to destroy people's reputation!" Tsurumi immediately became furious when he mentioned this matter, "How dare you mention it so despicably and shamelessly."

"Is it really good to say that there is a person who saves you from fire and water?" The former president of the literature club who was unfortunate enough to repeat the grade has no sense of shame, "Without my help, you would have been ridiculed like a monkey by the crowd, and together with your brother."

Tsurumi immediately closed his mouth aggrieved, and turned his eyes away with a heavy heart.

"It's so pitiful, such a complacent little girl, I don't know if she will cry on the spot if she encounters such a thing. I'm looking forward to it. Shall I throw you back into that auditorium?"

"Have you had enough?" Seeing that the direction of lust in the other party's mind is getting more and more crazy, Tsurumi, who couldn't hold back his face, couldn't help but yelled to cut him off, "Speaking of it, why did you appear there! You are not eligible to run again!"

"Me?" Jun, the former director of literature, pouted, "Of course it's for gossip! A keen sense of smell is a must-have specialty for literary and artistic people. When I heard that the little girl who just ran up to me and accused me of being shameless had an interesting My younger brother came to the school, so he specially came from the high school to watch. It was really a coincidence for me."

"Didn't you just say that you were repeating a grade? Why did you say that you rushed over from high school!" Miyoshi Tsurumi, who felt that he was constantly being tricked, grasped the contradiction in the other party's words keenly.

"Ah, it's just a random fabrication, don't mind. This is a common play in literary and artistic creation."

"Your lying behavior is an insult to literature and art."

"Well, art is inherently higher than life."

"You're a complete liar! Don't drag art into the water." Miyoshi Tsurumi made an impassioned statement.

"You're slandering me, little girl." The head of the literature department, who had actually successfully entered high school, said seriously, "I'm starting to regret pulling you out of the crowd."

Tsurumi turned his face away, "You've obviously just had enough of watching the show, so it's just a matter of doing it."

"Oh, you can teach me, but you actually discovered the truth. I enjoyed watching the theater quite happily. Seeing your misfortune, my heart is quite satisfied."

"You!" Tsurumi turned away without intending to entangle this person.Just as he took a step, he stopped in shock.

Atobe calmly walked out from the shade, stood in front of her, and glanced at her without saying a word.

"You...you actually listen to the corner." Tsurumi's first reaction was to accuse the other party.

"Boring." Atobe rebuked casually.

"You, how much have you heard? No..." Tsurumi pondered for a while, "There is nothing to avoid people."

"Hmph." Atobe's eyes drifted back past her.The young man who followed seemed to have not noticed the existence of Atobe, and greeted Tsurumi with a warm smile before leaving.

"Are you going to spread rumors and make trouble again? After spending so much time dealing with this kind of little ant that can be crushed to death with one finger, your level has dropped to such a level." When passing by, Atobe said coldly.

"Ah, this is a complete misunderstanding." The boy put his finger on Tsurumi's shoulder, "I just came to ask Miyoshi-kun for the manuscript."

"I... When did I owe you the manuscript?" Miyoshi Tsuru opened his hand in confusion.

"The doujin club I just founded is in urgent need of new manuscripts. Miyoshi-kun's magnificent writing style in the journal has completely fascinated me." The words were obviously slippery to the point of suspicion, and they were said in that indifferent tone, It's hard to tell the truth from the fake.

At best, it was just a 15-year-old girl who managed to stutter Tsurumi by pouring out such ambiguous words. "Say... what are you talking about..." She stumbled.

"Do you think my uncle would be stupid enough to believe you?" Atobe folded his arms arrogantly, "This is my territory, no matter what you want to do, I won't..."

"Nothing?" The graduated literary director cut him off with a half-smile, "If you don't believe me, you are really stupid. Simple-minded Atobe Keigo-kun."

Unmoved by the attack, Atobe stared at him coldly.

"Think I'm going to hurt Miyoshi-kun? How could such a thing happen? Miyoshi-kun who challenged me because of the novel that affected your Atobe reputation, the angry face of Miyoshi-kun made my heart flutter for a moment. "Speaking of this, the director of literature turned his head and smiled at Tsurumi.Tsurumi was immediately frightened by this horrifying speech and backed away, leaning against the tree trunk.

"That day, I remember every word and every word that Miyoshi-kun who rushed straight to my literary club with righteous indignation said, 'You are even more ugly when you fight back in a despicable way! You think you are doing justice for the sky, In fact, it’s just hypocritical self-satisfaction, and even the ugliness of the soul can be clearly seen.’ Such an upright and beautiful heart is so cute that people can’t help but want to take it off and hide it in their hands. "

The frivolous speech is too frivolous, but under the affectionate interpretation, people can't help but feel a little bit hard to speak ill.

Hearing this, Atobe's eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"This cute little girl is not angry because of you. She is angry because of my unbearable soul. Isn't it extra touching? Although I don't think I am so humble, I still feel that I care so much about me." she's so cute