[Net King] Gently kill the crane

He shines so brightly, even you who hate him, can't close your eyes and completely deny this, right?Being in the support group will help you get closer and better see the Atobe-sama we are looking forward to.Compared to our goal of wanting more people to yearn for Atobe-sama, isn't it worthwhile to do so? "

Takashima took the time to cross his hands under his nose, his squinted eyes flickered in a deep way, for a moment, Tsurumi couldn't help complaining about her obvious cosplay Commander Ikari's behavior.

"It's...so amazing..." In the end, Tsurumi stumbled out these few words.Although she didn't want to admit at all that she was subdued by the number one nympho screaming "Master Atobe" at the highest decibel all day long.

Takashima pretended to push the non-existent glasses, "Don't ask the source of the hero, no matter what purpose you join in, as long as you can do things well, you are a good representative of me. So don't pay too much attention, Deputy Miyoshi Chairman, you have always worked hard, and you are worthy of those buffets that Atobe-kun paid for."

For a moment, Tsurumi was dumbfounded.Takashima paused, and added, "You like steak, don't you? I remember correctly."

At this moment, for the first time, Miyoshi Tsurumi respected the scheming Reiko Takashima in front of him from the bottom of his heart.She couldn't have been more ashamed by the new realization that what she thought was a perfect disguise turned out to be nothing more than a ridiculous trick in the eyes of others. "But, then, during the summer vacation, President, you asked me to stay away from Atobe."

"Give you a vacation? I also want to take care of the physical and mental health of my right-hand man." Takashima put on a sympathetic boss face. "Okay, that's the end of the confession, go and write the opening remarks."

"Yes, but." Tsurumi hesitated.

"Do you still have any dissatisfaction?"

"I just told the Atobe that I would not write the first line anymore."

"This is a big problem." Takashima frowned, "You have self-respect, and it's not very good to backtrack after all. Well, I will consider this issue. You go to prepare the slogan for the next support, I will Find someone to handle it."

Until being pushed out of the chairman's room by Takashima, Tsurumi was still in a haze between relief and bewilderment, every step under his feet was like stepping on cotton, everything around him seemed so unreal.

Churches, beliefs, atheists, she looked at the men and women gathered in the support group activity room with doubts and curiosity. Yes, there have been some cute juniors who have volunteered to join the support group recently.Among these people... President Takashima's speech just now wafted in her ears. Which of these people are like her, smugly slandering themselves, and mingling in the support team against their will?

Thinking of his stupid IQ that even the people around him who have been with him for more than two years can't understand, Tsurumi is determined not to think about such a profound question anymore.Just do your job honestly first.

……

It is impossible to overthink without affecting learning.At this moment, staring at the familiar back of the head in front of him, Tsurumi nodded his head convinced by his foresight.

While looking forward and backward, hesitating, while swearing that he will never fail the exam and drag the class down, it can only be said casually.If we really discuss its reality, it can only be realized in the girl manga where the genius boy and the mentally handicapped girlfriend improve their grades by leaps and bounds after a night of make-up classes.Speaking of which, is it really the lessons that are being made up rather than the demons?

However, no matter whether the genius boy in the comics is making up lessons or making up magic to his girlfriend, it cannot save Miyoshi Tsurumi from the tragedy at this moment.In this mid-term exam, although her Chinese and English scores are not very good, it can be regarded as a low-altitude flight. However, mathematics, which has always been weak, is mocking her laxity with two ridiculous Arabic numerals on the thin test paper at this moment. .

Ten points lower than the class average.It would be too thick-skinned to forcefully say that he had passed the pass anyway and did not hold back the class. Group A must have the dignity of Group A, and it is not the belief that one should be a role model for the whole grade if they are only satisfied with passing the exam.

Staring at the still high-spirited head in the front row, Tsurumi wondered whether it would be more sincere if he took the initiative to send him to his door and be laughed at.

However, when the other party turned to her inadvertently, she still defended herself uselessly, "Master Atobe, I really tried hard but failed."

Before the blonde-haired boy's brows and eyes sharpened sharply, Tsurumi managed to find the broken flag of self-esteem in the broken glass heart, "I'm sorry, I didn't work hard enough, I won't quibble again next time."

Atobe rolled his eyes quite elegantly, turned around with a disdainful expression of "who cares about you if you are crazy", and continued flipping through his thick French dictionary.Miyoshi Tsurumi was left alone lying on the desk dejectedly, thinking about how to go home and explain to his parents.

Although Miyoshi Tsurumi has only been at a mediocre level in the class since she was a child, but now she is in Group A, which has become a role model for her grade without knowing it. To continue to maintain the mid-level level, she needs to put in more effort.This point, parents who are always proud of their children will not understand, "Although it seems that there are more than 30 in the class, I am in the top [-] in the next class." This kind of reason cannot be passed by parents themselves. Ear filter with filter.

Therefore, when this report card appeared in front of Miyoshi's parents, what's more, Miyoshi's excellent transcripts in all subjects were submitted before her. Miyoshi's parents smiled and said that it is okay to be an older sister. understand.Therefore, it is only natural to be ordered to study hard and not to participate in any messy activities, especially those club activities that waste time.

After all, she is already in the third grade, and it is not a matter of course for a commoner like her to directly enter the high school of Ice Emperor Academy, which has become more and more high-end.

To sum up, Miyoshi Tsurumi applied for a temporary rest to the president of the support group, Takashima, straightforwardly but not so strong.Chairman Takashima, who cared about the physical and mental health of his subordinates, also happily agreed. Recently, Ice Emperor has won successively in the regional qualifiers. As a diehard fan of Atobe, Takashima's mood is also thriving.

Therefore, Ice Emperor accidentally lost the right to represent Tokyo, lost to an unknown team, and then regained the right to participate in the national competition due to the convenience of the host. The changing expression of the head and the gossip boy Ninja Yuuji's broken mouth can only be heard.

"So, the team members were all surprised that Xiaojing would agree." In the reading room of the library, a young man wearing glasses was holding a cup of iced coffee and chanting tirelessly.

"Really? Isn't it suitable for him? He obviously likes tennis so much." Miyoshi Tsurumi responded casually while filling in the calculated answers in the answer sheet.

"Oh." The boy with glasses nodded thoughtfully, "That's true, Mr. Miyoshi really knows Xiaojing very well."

Sensitively raising his glasses from the page, Tsurumi rolled his eyes greatly, "How can you tell that I understand him? It's all wrong, all wrong! I don't want to know him."

"Because the person who understands you best is your enemy." Ren Zuo accepted the girl's sharp eyes calmly, "This can be regarded as a kind of deep love. It is really enviable."

Miyoshi Tsurumi turned the answer sheet in the other direction, turned his back to Shinozu and pretended not to hear.

Renzu smiled indifferently, and lowered his voice mysteriously, "At that time, Atobe said, even if it is a cheap food, I will eat it like this." The rustling pencil stopped for a moment, and Tsurumi glanced at him quickly.

"Don't you think it's respectable in another sense?" Ninzuzu asked with a smile.

"Ah, yes, his uncle's character shines with new brilliance every day. The brilliance this time is also very unique." Seeing that the gossip man's interest could not be easily extinguished, Tsurumi simply put it away. Answer booklet, "I said, is there any result for what I asked you to inquire about last time?"

"Ah..." Ren Zu dragged out his voice, "That's really a bit... nah"

The author has something to say: la la la ~ I finished this chapter update on the train, how hard I am is touching ~

The church meme is from an old British show. yes, prime minister.Recommended to see~

Those who take advantage of others will also be used by others, how wonderful~ In fact, the things that I am entangled in alone are nothing in the eyes of others.However, rather than looking for an excuse to quit the club in a mature and tactful way, I still hope that in a fictional article, the heroine of the shrinking egg emperor will be brave once in a while.Lies will be exposed one day. If you are not brave once, how will you have the opportunity to know the truth of others.

More importantly, I can straighten my back and face Atobe again, because I have bravely faced my mistakes.

47 Our Battle

Chapter 47

"what happened!"

Seeing Ninzuru's hesitant expression, Tsurumi suddenly became nervous, "Is it true that those guys from the Propaganda Department really have some kind of conspiracy?"

"No, it's really a big conspiracy." Ren Zu nodded in pain, with an exaggerated expression, he didn't know whether his acting skills were too clumsy or intentionally clumsy.Tsurumi was a little displeased by this unkind play of mystery.

"What the hell is going on!" She grabbed the other's arm.All the eyes in the reading room were attracted by this movement, and was surprised that the action of pulling the boy's arm to ask for an explanation was too much like a little girlfriend acting like a baby, Tsurumi hurriedly let go of his hand, slapped his hands in disgust, and frowned.

"It's really helpless. I don't know how to talk to you about that kind of thing." Enduring helplessness