[Net King] Gently kill the crane

Trying hard to get closer, even if it is destined to be just an infinitely close hyperbola..."

It is sincere.However, as a birthday message, there always seems to be something wrong, or should I say, something is wrong.

"Xiao Jing." Ninzu reminded, "Miyoshi-kun's mood doesn't seem quite right?" Shido curled his lips in disdain, "That guy has been like that since he was a child, his legs would tremble when he played a big tree on stage, he's so inferior!"

Atobe frowned, and when he looked up, the girl on the stage was about to cry.Nervous stage fright is not enough, is it?

Following the girl's tearful and blurred eyes, Atobe couldn't help pressing his forehead.He completely forgot that, as the new head of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union, Miyoshi will also attend tonight's birthday party.

This hopeless stupid brother-in-law!

For this reason, he messed up his speech at his birthday party, as proud as Keigo Atobe would never allow such an incident to happen.Seeing the teary eyes of the young girl on the stage, I felt pity for it, and the words on her mouth became more and more wrong.Atobe decided to sacrifice a handful of Hue, and went up as a flower protector to smooth things over.

"...and the existence of Atobe-kun is as meaningful to Hyotei Academy as sunshine..."

In the midst of anxiety, the girl on the stage Shi Shiran rounded up the derailed speech.It's almost like playing tricks on him on purpose.Atobe put his hands back into his trouser pockets, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ninzuzu raising his glass to the stage with a smile.He frowned displeased.

Greeting the girl who was carefully coming down from the speech stage, Atobe stroked her forehead arrogantly, "Master..."

"Miyoshi-kun, be careful." Shinozu stretched out his hand to support Tsurumi, reminding her to avoid the criss-crossing wires on the ground. "Good performance."

"Ah. Thank you." Tsurumi smiled a little embarrassedly, grabbed the tail of the school uniform tie and twisted his fingers over and over again, "Then, that, I, am I a little stupid?"

"Yeah, it's so stupid! Tears came out of my speech." Shishido came over and patted her hard on the shoulder, "Do you like Atobe?"

Tsurumi dodged to the side in pain, "Who likes him! Is there a mistake!"

"Then why are you following him every day? Has your support team turned into stalkers? Hey, hey!" Shido called out, "You hit me!"

"It was you who hit you! Stupid Xiaoliang!" Tsurumi habitually reached out to grab the little braid that had been with him for more than ten years, and suddenly remembered that when he was just in the third grade, Xiaoliang cut off the long braid after losing. hair.

Regrettably, she changed from pulling to patting, and slapped the opponent hard on the head.

"Hey, hey!" Shido jumped up excitedly, turning his head like he had repeated countless times when he was a child, "A Xue, the raptor crane has gone crazy again! Take care of her!"

"You!" He Jian became anxious, "Will you pay attention to the influence!" Over there, Ah Xue's gentle voice floated over with a smile, "Brother Xiaoliang, even my sister is afraid, be careful that you will become a strict wife in the future." oh."

"Please!" Shido yelled at Ah Xue in dissatisfaction, "How many women are as fierce as her! They are so hard-hitting, they are not women at all!"

Tsurumi's face flushed suddenly, and he pushed Shishido away.

"Look! Ah Xue! Come and take care of it!" Shido yelled, Ah Xue, who was leaning on the table, couldn't resist his stubbornness, and walked over with a smile, "Brother Xiaoliang is so embarrassing."

"Cockroach tentacles are cockroach tentacles, even if you cut your hair, you won't become feminine." Tsurumi rolled his eyes, deliberately not looking at Ah Xue.Just now on the stage, looking at Ah Xue from a distance, those words blurted out involuntarily.Whether it can be conveyed to his heart, Tsurumi does not know.

"Senior Atobe." Hakaku stopped and bowed respectfully to Atobe who suddenly appeared behind Tsurumi, "Happy birthday, what a perfect feast."

"Enjoy my hospitality." Atobe waved his hands arrogantly as a response, and then he leaned close to Tsurumi's ear, "You seem to have forgotten your own job, Miyoshi Tsurumi?"

Tsurumi, who was embarrassed and didn't know how to get along with his younger brother, pretended to be good, and honestly hid behind Atobe, pretending to be a loyal follower.Huachi took a step back consciously, leaving her the place where she has the closest contact with Atobe.

Passing Ah Xue, she nodded with a smirk, "Then, I'll go over there first." Holding a juice glass in one hand, Ah Xue tilted his head and looked at her, wondering what he was thinking.

"Thank you, sir." Atobe, who was walking in front proudly, said suddenly.Tsurumi was a little confused and didn't answer.

"Well, Atobe, you're still the student council president, right?"

"what."

"Axue, he is your subordinate?"

"of course."

"Is he doing well?"

Atobe suddenly stood still and turned around, looking at her with burning eyes, as if trying to see through something.

"You have a good brother." He smiled.

Tsurumi smiled back, "That's right. Xue is excellent no matter what he does."

"I don't just refer to that aspect." Atobe smiled, and there was a rare tenderness hidden in the smile, "The important thing is the attitude."

Tsurumi wanted to say something else, but a female voice interrupted their conversation.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Jingwu~" It was obviously a delicate female voice, but it made people feel hairy.The well-dressed girls approached with goblets in their hands, laughing wildly.

Tsurumi tugged at the hem of the school uniform subconsciously.The well-regulated school uniforms of girls' junior high school students immediately paled in comparison to the dresses.She moved to the left, trying to hide behind the tall Birch.

Atobe raised his foot to stop Tsurumi who was about to dodge, but his face remained calm.He nodded arrogantly to the girls, "Long time no see, the girls are still so charming."

It's ridiculous.Tsurumi, who was unable to escape, squinted at him, the disdainful expression on his face did not seem to be "bewitched".It is rare in the world that the mighty Mr. Atobe has shown such hypocrisy.

Those gorgeous young girls didn't care at all, they still smiled as sweetly as before.

"The mansion of the Atobe family is still so magnificent." The leading girl showed her white teeth, "Even after studying in England for so long, the character of the Atobe family has not changed at all."

"This is the power of blood." The slightly shorter girl answered with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Atobe?"

The words are obviously praises, but they are a little uncomfortable, and there is always a feeling of malice.Tsurumi sensitively erected the small danger detection antenna, looked at the other party suspiciously, and then looked at Atobe.

The ministry still smiled at himself, "The power of the bloodline also reflects the single eyelids of all the ladies." His fingers bounced lightly on the forehead, smiling, "Miss Songfang, the eyelids were perfect. "

The girl called Matsukata turned pale with anger, "You!" She rolled her eyes, casting her sharp gaze on Tsurumi.

It's none of my business!Tsurumi said silently in his heart, I'm just a little soy sauce follower.Don't mistake the target of the attack.

"As expected of the young master of the Atobe family, he has such a different vision in choosing women." Unfortunately, these girls did not have the virtue of finding out the target of revenge, but concentrated their attack on Miyoshi Tsurumi.

Being sized up by dozens of disdainful eyes, Tsurumi felt a little embarrassed.It would be nice if Atobe let her wear a dress.She rubbed her fingers subconsciously on the skirt of her school uniform.

The facial features of these girls are not beautiful at all, they are just accentuated by their fashionable clothes.If it were her, she would never be compared!

Atobe was stingy for a while, but she was despised by the girls for her rustic appearance.Tsurumi couldn't help feeling resentful.

"To let such a rustic woman who can't even remember her appearance follow behind her."

"Look, she's still wearing that cheap resin flower necklace."

"Hey!" A female voice exclaimed as if she had discovered a new world, "She is that!" The girl shouted, "The woman who participated in the quiz with Atobe!"

"Hey!" The girls seemed to recall some bad memories, "It's that useless answerer!"

"Hey, they can't really have that kind of relationship!"

I rub it!Tsurumi felt that he was so weak that he was ridiculed by the girls for no reason.She rolled her eyes at Atobu with hatred, and passed on the resentment of being ridiculed to the young master Atobe who provoked the incident but stayed out of it.

Atobe smiled coldly, and suddenly grabbed her shoulders forcefully.Tsurumi staggered and bumped into him, the small detection radar immediately felt the highest level of danger signal, and every cell in his body screamed "Oops".

"That's right, she is the woman my uncle likes."

go to hell!This kind of idol drama lines!

Tsurumi, who was maddened by the sharp turn of the plot, suddenly grabbed Atobe's hand and ran away through the crowd.

"Huh?" Shishido's hand holding the silver fork froze. "What just passed by?" He turned around and asked Ah Xue beside him.

"It's Atobe-senpai and my older sister." Axue replied calmly, but the juice in the glass in his hand was trembling slightly.

"Oh, oh, oh." Ninja pushed his glasses, put his hand on Shishido's shoulder with a smile.

The author has something to say: ah ha ha, I'm such a bad taste!

57 Their Melee

Chapter 57

Pushing open the tall oak door, Tsurumi rushed into the lounge, swung his left hand violently, and threw Atobe into the soft sofa in the lounge by force of inertia.

Being treated so roughly by a young girl, Atobe didn't feel that the man's self-esteem was damaged at all, and remained calm and calm.He stretched out the folds of his clothes, and smiled ambiguously, "Are you so impatient? Miyoshi?"

"Don't do this with me." Tsurumi folded his hands and leaned on the handle of the oak door, his tone cold