[Net King] Gently kill the crane

Seeing that the conceited young master is extremely displeasing to the eye, he would complain bitterly in the mail exchanges from time to time.

Soon, the address in the email, "Shallow bastard with no respect for elders," became the soft-hearted "That Atobe guy."Finally, Liang would even proudly talk about their eccentric minister in a tone of admiration that was unwilling but sincere.

But for Miyoshi Tsurumi, as time went by, the more he knew about Keigo Atobe, the more disgusted he would feel.

Why hate it?

It was an unspeakable secret feeling.

5 respective wars

Chapter [-] The restaurant with too many rules

Shinobu stood beside her, with a smile on his lips.

Tsurumi subconsciously peeked at his expression.

"Don't ask me why?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Miyoshi-kun will naturally speak when he thinks it's appropriate. It's not a gentleman's act to force a lady to express her private thoughts~"

The ending sound mixed with a strong Kansai accent is slightly upturned, not a pure gentleman's demeanor, but it sounds a bit determined and self-satisfied.

It was as if he was sure that Tsurumi would not be able to help but confide in him.

Just don't let you get what you want.

A sneer appeared on his lips.

"Winning people is Atobe!"

Shouting the slogan suddenly, Miyoshi Tsurumi waved his fists with enthusiasm, and walked towards the ranks of the support team with a solemn goose step.

Shinobu, who was suddenly left behind by the girl, was stunned, and made a few self-mockery "Ohhhhhhhh" as usual before walking back to the rest area where the main candidates gathered.

In the rest area, Shishido, who was originally concentrating on the field, seemed to have caught a glimpse of the conflict between Ninjazu and Tsurumi. He had a rather tough attitude, and said something similar to a warning to Shinozu who returned to the rest area.

With a certain distance and the deafening sound of the support team's slogans, Tsurumi could only distinguish the speeches of his childhood sweetheart based on his years of experience in getting along with him and his mouth.

"Stay away from... Tsurumi..."

"Dare to bully... I won't let you go..."

A standard "cannon fodder" speech to that effect.

Tsurumi has a deep dislike for Atobe, and as a childhood sweetheart, Shido Ryo is one of the first insiders.Even so, he never said anything when Tsurumi joined the Atobe support team, and even became a review representative.

This is roughly the so-called silent trust of boys.

On weekdays, Ryo would also try to avoid having Tsurumi and his friends from the tennis club face to face.

Although she never said it clearly, Tsurumi has always been vaguely aware that in Ryo's heart, her current identity is probably like a spy who infiltrates the enemy camp alone, or a ninja who goes through life and death for her lord, and needs nervous worry and careful cover.

Thank you so much, Liang.

Although moved by his bad friend Liangjun who has been ruthlessly abused by him for many years, he resolutely gave up his friend at the critical moment and firmly defended his revolutionary position, but Tsurumi still wanted to say that Liang really worried too much.

Renzu will never say anything nonsense.

After pinching his neck, Tsurumi realized this.Of course, this does not mean that Tsurumi has any special ability to spy on the other party's heart by choking his neck.

However, after being roughly treated by a woman who tried to destroy the corpse, he could still say something like "Xiaojing is a nice person" with the friendly intention of trying to mediate.Beneath Yushi Shinobu's hearty appearance, Miyoshi Tsuru has seen through the true nature of Shimao at a glance.

It is the type that can be labeled as "harmless" and treated carelessly with peace of mind.

The mood that had turned bad because of remembering his deep aversion to Atobe became bright again.Miyoshi Tsurumi took a deep breath, and together with the surrounding support team members cheered for the game on the field, hypocritically.

As a review representative who initially had his own status, Miyoshi Tsurumi no longer needed to stand behind the large troops holding a support sign.Even the cheering activities can be relaxed a bit, and if you come a little later, there are still people who reserve the best seats to watch the game.

Just like it is now.

Sitting in the front row of the auditorium, he could see every move of the teenager on the field without missing anything.

Both contest finals.

The game has progressed to the present, and it only took more than ten minutes, and the teenagers on the field have already occupied an overwhelming advantage.

This time the game was nothing more than an easy win and then a gorgeous show of getting carried away.

Atobe's tennis strength is very strong, such an undoubted fact, Miyoshi Tsurumi will not be self-defeating to question.

only……

What about the apex standing above more than 200 people at Hyotei Gakuen?Put it on the national arena, the ice emperor is just a tiny existence like dust.

In the final of last year's Kanto Tournament, Ice Emperor lost to Lihai University Affiliated Middle School in Kanagawa Prefecture.This is the first time for Miyoshi Tsurumi, a member of the support team, to see his school lose a game.

Still, Atobe won.The ones who lost were Ice Empress' other main candidates.

But that doesn't mean Atobe is better.

Tsurumi could see very clearly that Li Haida's singles player only occupied that position because of his high grade, and the black-haired boy who defeated Shinozu looked much better than him.

If he fought against that black-haired boy, that fellow Atobe would probably lose in a very ugly way.

That young man who always called himself the emperor, being slapped on the face by others, would be such an enjoyable picture.

Miyoshi Tsurumi wanted to see this scene with extreme villainy.

Such despicable thoughts, even if Atobe himself is not aware of it, only the group of girls around him who sincerely love the dumb blonde boy know.Miyoshi Tsurumi will undoubtedly die without a burial.

that season.

Will this group of girls who are following behind me at this moment and calling out "Representative of Miyoshi" affectionately, let her go because they loved and loved Representative of Miyoshi?

Or, because he was the most deceived, he chased her down to pieces with hatred?

Whether it's double-faced or undercover, it's really a high-risk job that highly tests the psychological quality!

Amidst the joy and encouragement of victory, Miyoshi Tsurumi became deeply melancholy.

Even so, before being exposed by others, let's enjoy the various benefits of the support group to the fullest!

The fingers lightly stroked the smooth and rounded edge of the white disc, across a quarter of the circle, and the fingertips encountered a slightly raised obstacle.

What a disappointment.

Miyoshi Tsurumi frowned subconsciously, deeply missing the flawless gate of Hyotei Academy.

After all, it is a mass-produced buffet plate, so it cannot be so perfect no matter what.

Can't help but sigh a long time.

"...In the face of the entire cruel world, although, indeed, the power of the individual is so insignificant, but..."

The boy who was chattering in his ear seemed to have noticed something extraordinary, so he paused the nonsense topic about world peace, and asked with concern, "Mr. Miyoshi is not feeling well?"

"No, it's just that I miss Yunzhu who is alone at home too much, and my mind is restless."

"It turns out that Miyoshi-kun is worried about his younger brother. I really made things difficult for you. Xiaojing is so self-willed, and he will only be satisfied if everyone gathers to celebrate." The boy pushed his round glasses and made an empathetic speech.

"No, the champions of the metropolitan competition will celebrate the buffet. In fact, the support team doesn't have to be present. I just can't bear to part with this rich food." Miyoshi Tsurumi turned around coldly, leaving his entire back to Ninzu Yuuji.

One more ruthless addition. "And my younger brother's name is not Yunzhu, that's the name of my close comrade-in-arms Mr. Computer."

Miyoshi Tsurumi does not want to ridicule Ninazu Yuuji's dream of looking forward to the future and world peace.

After all, it is very rare for a middle school boy who has the courage to speak out his dream of being "so innocent and pure that he will be ridiculed" frankly.That in itself is kind of remarkable.

It's just that if he can take a long-term view and focus more on the vast world that needs love and justice, instead of insisting on implementing the principle of "world peace starts from around him", he will be full of patience and benevolence. Persuading Tsurumi to open up and better accept the people around him——Tokubu Keigo.

If so.Miyoshi Tsurumi would consider raising his treatment to the level of "shopping girlfriends".

"Ah, Miyoshi-kun is angry." The usual self-deprecating voice was probably accompanied by the usual action of pushing the glasses. The above is the speculation made by Miyoshi Tsurumi, who turned his back to the other party, based on daily observations.

Although I feel a little sorry for Ninzu-kun, but for the sake of clean ears for a period of time in the future, Tsurumi intends to maintain this pretended anger for a while, to show his serious and unassuming resistance attitude.

The boy behind fell into a brief silence.With his back turned to him, Tsurumi slowly forked the foie gras from the plate and delivered it to his mouth, silently counting seconds in his heart.

120 seconds is no more, no less, if it is longer, maybe even the patient who has always been good-tempered towards women will not be able to bear it.

"119, 120." The few seconds in my heart ended, and the last piece of foie gras fell into my stomach.

"I'll help you get some more steaks and I don't care about you." Miyoshi Tsurumi tried his best to imitate the posture of an ordinary junior high school girl who was playing tricks, and passed the plate directly under the opponent's nose.

The plate that was handed out was not picked up the first time.It seems that 120 seconds of protest time is too long even for women's friends.Fortunately, after hesitating for three seconds, the other party still took the plate.

"Thank you." With a kind smile, Miyoshi Tsurumi turned around gracefully, then froze on the spot.

The boy holding a white empty plate did not have a head of smooth dark blue hair.

Looking at the empty plate stained with the special pale pink of Strasbourg's foie gras, and looking at the matte blonde hair standing with raised eyebrows