[Net King] Gently kill the crane

High mountains, she wants to climb over them.because……

"Because I'm tired of it." As if he had been redeemed, Tsurumi laughed exaggeratedly. "To tell you the truth, I can't help but resent myself for my hypocrisy every day when I tell lies that are easy to break. But people always want to forgive themselves subconsciously, so they have to be hurt by Mr. Huobu, desperately wanting to forgive themselves. Proving that Atobe-kun is a bad person, and convincing myself that I hate Atobe-kun is reasonable, can make the heavy self-loathing a little bit more comfortable. Do I hate Atobe-kun, or hate myself more? I have had enough Ah, now, I just want to live with ease. Even if I am hated for this, it is worth it to me, right?"

Atobe didn't make a sound, just raised his eyes and looked away.

"Whatever you want, stupid woman." After a while, he said coldly, "I don't want to bother with you."

Before turning around to leave, Tsurumi suddenly remembered something and turned around, "Ah, yes, if you like things like compliments, maybe you will write them again in the future."

Atobe snorted noncommittally.

Tsurumi blinked slyly, "...The premise is that Mr. Atobe really has countless noble qualities that I admire and respect."

"My character is shining with new brilliance every day." Atobe raised his chin arrogantly. "Only you stupid woman can't see it."

"I think it must be because Atobe-san emits infrared rays."

The sharp eyes swept across in an instant.

Tsurumi narrowed his eyes and smiled triumphantly, "Well, all of this will have to wait until the day when I really remove the colored eyes and can treat you fairly. Then, let's not live it."

……

Rhetoric is one thing, practice is another.Standing outside the office of the president of the support group, holding his slightly trembling hand, Tsurumi deeply understood this truth.

"Chairman." Before the angry president fanned the magazine with the skylight over her head, Tsurumi stood at attention and said seriously, "Please forgive me, I, Miyoshi Tsurumi, have something important to ask You are honest."

The cold-browed president put down the journal for the time being with suspicion, and stared at her with narrow and narrow eyes.It seems to be estimating something.

Taking a deep breath, Miyoshi Tsurumi mustered up the courage to declare loudly.

"Actually, I hate Keigo Atobe, from the first grade to now."

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46 Our Battle

Chapter 46

"Oh?"

The raised voice was surprised, accompanied by the raising of half of the eyebrows.That was a sign that the president, Reiko Takashima, was in a bad mood.Tsurumi swallowed guiltyly, staring at her nervously.

"You..." looked Tsurumi from head to toe with disgusted eyes, and after a few rounds of ups and downs, President Takashima said slowly, "Did you get stimulated by something?"

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.Miyoshi Tsurumi is currently facing the situation described in Zuo Zhuan.Takashima's too slow reaction disrupted the fast-forward button that she had originally planned to cut through the mess and welcome the baptism of the storm.It was this brief slow-motion of less than half a minute that caused the courage fabricated by "frank justice" to flow away from her at a speed visible to the naked eye like a tide, making her return to the timid and shy girl again. "Three Good Representatives".

At that moment, Tsurumi, who had returned to the original form, was horrified to find that the reckless action a minute ago had made her completely lose the room to retreat.What's even more unfortunate is that at this moment, she doesn't have the courage to bear the consequences.

Who is that righteous psychopath!

The floor supporting his feet was shaking and shaking.From what discordant soil did this kind of stupid frankness of tearing face come from?Obviously there are many excuses to leave the group peacefully, right?My heart was hurt because of my younger brother's affairs, and I couldn't continue because of the stress of my studies. Yes, I can also find proof of neurasthenia from Ren Zuzu's father...

It's useless to say anything now...

How about crying and apologizing that my brain has been pumped.Although he felt that it was almost impossible to deceive Chairman Takashima, who was invincible in many intra-group struggles, the "representative of timidity" Miyoshi Tsurumi couldn't help but think seriously—holding the chairman's thigh and crying Will the effect be better?

At the moment when Miyoshi Tsurumi was about to put the delusion in his mind into action, Chairman Takashima spoke in time, killing that irrational action in its cradle.

"That's all you want to confess?" Takashima casually tilted his head to his back, but his narrowed eyes radiated a sharp light, shooting intensively at Tsurumi's body.If we use the old-fashioned eye knife metaphor, President Takashima's eyes at this moment must be the legendary Armstrong's gun, the kind that can pierce even the ancestors of human beings mercilessly.

At this moment, there is still time to prostrate on the ground and pretend to be crazy.Anyway, there were only her and her in the room, so it wouldn't be embarrassing to say that I was suffering from depression after rolling all over the floor.In the next moment, the brain, which was deprived of oxygen due to the ultra-high-speed operation, entered a brief blank.When Takashima's hand was on her left shoulder, and she regained her ability to think, Tsurumi found that her knees were not bent, her shoulders, neck and back were bowed to the ground, and she was making preparations to roll onto the floor .

forget it.Swallowing his saliva resentfully, Tsurumi realized with regret that he lacked the courage to even pretend to be crazy.Even her timidity is so mediocre.

"Should I praise your courage? Or should I laugh at your stupidity?" Takashima, who is a head taller than Tsurumi, bowed slightly, condescendingly leaning down to the position where Tsurumi's eyes are level, as if meeting him for the first time Like her, with curiosity and exploration, she searched Tsurumi's lackluster eyes, "Or before that, you want me to show a shocked look?"

"Will... President..." Tsurumi had never been so close to Takashima Reiko, on the one hand because of timidity, on the other hand because of guilt.Her natural danger sensor informed her that she needed to dodge quickly, but Takashima's right hand clasped tightly around her shoulder made her nowhere to hide.

"What do you expect?" Takashima asked coldly.Anyway, there is no way to escape, Tsurumi bites the bullet and goes upstream, honestly confessing his reckless state of mind 2 minutes ago, "I want to live a little more frankly."

"Oh..." With a long ending, Takashima narrowed his eyes, as if he was seriously thinking about whether the answer was in line with his own wishes.

"Indeed." About three seconds later, Takashima made a judgment, "Long-term depression will indeed make the nerves unbearable. After all, it is puberty, and I have ignored this. Then, from now on, you are allowed to come to me occasionally to confess." She His eyes narrowed even more narrowly, revealing a trace of compassion, almost as compassionate as a priest in a confessional.

"Will... President?" Tsurumi felt something was wrong, either he made a mistake or Takashima made a mistake. "You heard me, I just said that I hate Atobe."

"I know. That kind of thing is not important." Takashima nodded, let go of her shoulders, took a few steps back, and stood far away from her, "The important thing is, you won't say you want to resign because of this, right?" Takashima Shima opened his mouth in confusion.

"Isn't it?" This time it was Tsurumi's turn to be stunned, "Are you allowing someone like me to stay in the Atobe support team as the vice president?"

"Why not?" Takashima put on a rare smile, "If you're gone, who should I find to work for? After all, you don't think you're unique, do you?" Tsurumi was even more confused.

"Do you know the church?" Takashima suddenly changed the subject.Tsurumi shook his head.

"One of them claims to look at God in a new way. To put it bluntly, they are atheists. The responsibility of the church is to maintain a balance between the number of bishops who believe in God and those who do not believe in God. This is to better adapt to new developments. The flexible organizational form established. Oh, by the way, the bishop appointed in London last week happened to be an atheist." There was a gossipy mystery in Takashima's voice.

Seeing Tsurumi's confused expression, Takashima smiled, revealing his rare teeth that are still being corrected, "Admiring Atobe-kun and loathing Atobe's representative, it's like a church. My job is to maintain a good relationship between the two. balance in order to work better.”

"But," Tsurumi became nervous, her voice stuttering more than before. The other side of Takashima that she had never seen before made her lose her ability to understand the situation, "Why? I don't see the meaning of this .”

"Otherwise? A group of hopeless nymphomaniacs gathered around and praised Mr. Atobe's noble character, and then became more and more excited, more and more addicted, lost the ability to think, and lost reason. Who will find a sober What about the people who work for you? Nothing will go smoothly.” Takashima spread his hands, “From a personal point of view, I prefer you representatives who hate the Atobu.”

"At least there is no threat of competition." She tapped the table in satisfaction.Tsurumi sensitively caught the words in her words, "Did you say 'we'?"

"Ah." Takashima nodded, very satisfied with her comprehension, "Our representative, no, even several vice presidents have the existence of 'Who is Atobe, I'm so annoying'. They are extremely devout and Strictly requiring everyone to maintain the same piety, exhausting cleaning methods to maintain the purity of the organization, and forcing each member to maintain unquestionable and unshakable love for someone, that is only the practice of extreme cults. Our support group can Not such a hopeless existence. Atobe-kun's product