[Net King] Gently kill the crane

"You are also here to see the secret station." The sudden voice behind him made Atobe's heart skip a beat.When he turned his head, a strange young man smiled generously at him, wearing a plaid shirt and backpack, looking like a senior otaku.

"Hmm." Atobe was a little unhappy when his peaceful space was broken.The young man didn't seem to notice it at all, and happily described to him his experience of exploring deep into the woods through the grass.

"Sure enough, there is a viper. I almost got bitten. It's too dangerous, too dangerous." He shook his head and repeated, "I missed the [-]:[-] train, eh, I have to wait again. Two hours. Have you eaten yet?" He suddenly asked Atobe.

Tracebe shook his head.

The young otaku took out two cellophane-wrapped breads from the big schoolbag behind his back, held one in his right hand, and handed the other to Atobe, "You can leave here at almost three o'clock, you can eat one first, you can't hold on of."

Atobe hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway.

After peeling off the cellophane, he hesitated again. Such dry and hard bread seemed to have nothing to do with deliciousness.Take a bite, it really tastes "just enough".

The otaku unscrewed the thermos cup and took a few sips, looked at Atobe who was frowning and gnawed on dry bread, stretched out his arms and handed it over, "Drink?" The corners of Atobe's mouth began to twitch.Drinking from a cup that is stained with other people's saliva is really unacceptable, it's not gorgeous, it's not hygienic.

The otaku chuckled twice without hesitation, "I just had a physical examination, and there is no infectious disease." Then, he took out a toilet paper and wiped the mouth of the cup a few times, "I'm still a student, looking spoiled and spoiled, I don't go out much to prepare How can I do it?"

"Cut, Master Atobe." A familiar voice echoed in his ears.The wrinkles between Atobu's brows were deeper, he almost grabbed the other's thermos cup, and took a few mouthfuls viciously as if to prove something - carefully keeping his lips from touching the rim of the cup.

"What do you want to eat when you return to the real world?" The word "real world" used by the otaku made Atobe raise his eyebrows.Indeed, this secluded station with no water, no food, no people, just like being in another world.

Without thinking, he almost blurted out a famous French dish, but stopped suddenly.

"Let's ramen." Atobe caressed the tear mole and his eyes drifted.

For the next two hours, the two sat on the platform chatting with each other. The otaku said that he was from Hyogo. , talking about the girl I had a crush on but didn't catch up with, and talking about the hobby of collecting Two-dimensional figures now.

"Tokyo is so nice." The otaku recalled something and sighed contentedly, "Do you often go to concerts?"

concert?Atobe has never disdained crowds crowded together.

"Hey, what a luxury. I don't cherish such a precious opportunity." The otaku held his chin.

Jumping on the long overdue train and sitting in Awa Ikeda, the two tacitly agreed to travel together and searched for a restaurant in Ikeda Town.

"There are really no specialties in Miyoshi City. If you want me to say, go to Tokushima, sushi, stone grilled, and Tokushima ramen." The otaku murmured.

Hearing the pronunciation of "miyoshi", Atobe's heart trembled. He turned his eyes and pointed to a Japanese restaurant on the side of the road that seemed to be the most expensive, "This is it."

There is a traditional shamisen performance on the store stage.Atobe, who was educated in the West since he was a child, has never been able to appreciate this full Japanese flavor, but the otaku listened to it with great interest, and happily tapped his thighs up and down in response.

Human feelings are thin today, like wearing summer clothes.Suddenly, Atobe remembered this sentence.Miyoshi Tsurumi repeated them endlessly for a while, lamenting the ill-fated fate and the indifference of human feelings.

He still doesn't know where the words came from.

Atobe silently picked up a piece of slippery yokan and put it into his mouth. The slightly bitter aroma of brown sugar spread in his mouth, filling every corner and every taste bud.

"That's fine too!"

Facing the British cuisine that Atobe specially ordered the chef to cook, Miyoshi Tsurumi jumped at the table.

"What are these things. Herring, such a fatty fish, can be regarded as a delicacy, poking its head out of a plate of pie, and it is called looking up at the stars. Even a little fish head It’s a poor way of throwing it away. The thinking of a British gentleman is really beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. It’s curious and extensive!”

"A piece of roast beef in bread, this is your favorite Yorkshire pudding."

She looked at him with keen sympathy in her eyes. "Atobe, you don't really have a sense of taste, do you?"

"Even this stuff can be eaten."

Atobe sneered to show her disdain.

"Even the most common yokan can kill this thing in seconds, okay? It's a hundred times better than this thing just by its bright appearance and translucent black jade-like appearance, not to mention the delicate taste! No wonder Natsume Soseki would Got a stomach bug in England!"

Miyoshi Tsurumi finally grasped the weakness of Keigo Atobe, and continued to attack freely, "I said, Atobe-kun, you can't taste the true taste of high-quality materials at all."

Tasting the delicate and refreshing taste of yokan in his mouth, Atobe forked a piece again and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, hello, you." The strange voice brought him back to the present, and the otaku stared at his face strangely.Atobe stretched out his fingers and pressed gently on the tear mole, and he was shocked by the wet touch.

He was in tears for a while before he knew it.

"Very delicious." He murmured, not sure if he was speaking to the otaku, or to someone who wasn't here.

The author has something to say: My friend said, "Uncle is finished. Completely defeated."

So the author feels happy.

The author has always been worried about the fact that the heroine always loses to Atobe in the previous article (as if it wasn't written by you)

Tsurumi won without a fight! (fast enough)

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71 Their Melee

Chapter 71

Atobe and Otaku exchanged correspondence addresses.

Although he is a Two-dimensional otaku, Otaku-kun has a strong interest in sending old postcards. When we parted, he said with a smile that he would send postcards to Atobe at the secret station.

Atobe intends to send a concert ticket to the other party as soon as he returns to Tokyo.He saw Aizen in a kimono on the standby screen of the otaku's mobile phone.

As for why those few strange tears flowed, Atobe didn't think about it any more.Maybe the Japanese yokan is really delicious, maybe he is no longer young.

In the second semester of the third grade, the college entrance examination ended, and Atobe made a choice that surprised others.Did not go abroad, did not apply for prestigious schools - although these are very logical for him.

Impressively, he filled in his volunteers to go directly to Ice Tei University.

Another one who fell through the eyes of others was Hanawa Naoko who also chose to go straight to Hyotei University.

Accidentally met face to face at the entrance ceremony, both of them were stunned.Then they sneered tacitly, as if laughing at each other's secret intentions.

"Poor Mr. Atobe, with good intentions, sent you to England to be gilded when you were a child, but in the end you got a second-rate university degree in Japan. Don't you feel embarrassed?" Hanawa innocently sneered, crossing her arms.

"My lord's aesthetics shines everywhere." Atobe raised his jaw slightly and walked away proudly.

He knew what he was sacrificing.

The upper class in England sent their children to Eton College not only because of its superior teaching quality, but more importantly, it formed a highly hierarchical aristocratic circle early on, laying the foundation for future connections and status.

He could spend as much money as possible to quickly transform the Junior High School of the Ice Emperor Academy into a private middle school tainted with aristocratic atmosphere, but he couldn't raise the level of the Ice Emperor University within a few years.

Just like Dubai people spend a lot of money and still can't afford a world-class university.The accumulation of history, this invisible and intangible illusory thing, is the most solid cornerstone for a university to become a famous school.Regardless of prestige or atmosphere, Ice Empress University is only second-rate.As far as Oxford and Cambridge are concerned, it is far behind even Waseda.

Entering the social world with a diploma from Hyotei University is quite ridiculous in Japan alone.Even if he is Shaodong of the Atobe consortium that has already controlled half of Japan's financial sector.

No one knows the ecology of this circle better than Atobe, who went to a noble primary school in England since he was a child.

But there are always exceptions to everything.he said to himself.

Those flashy descendants of the public family, a few generations ago, they were just ordinary civilians but thought they were of noble blood, and they were all boring.He is tired of the rules of the game of blood successively.

"Nobility does not exist in the blood, but in the heart."

——Under the light of my dazzling strength, everyone will obediently shut up, and bow down to my uncle in complete convincing.

Just like meeting opponents on the court is fun, the game is only fun if it increases in difficulty.Just let him be capricious one last time, before cruelly growing up.

Is it a second-rate university?He swung the racket vigorously, which was quite suitable for Hanawa's naive and stupid woman.

Two years ago, Hanawa Yusuke, who once abandoned his home, returned to Japan, knelt down in front of his parents' door, cried bitterly, and finally got forgiveness from his family and stepped into the door of Hanawa's house again.

After this useless man with no business talent returned to the family, he only did one thing that pleased everyone's heart, which was to beat up the innocent and fat Hualun who was held in the palm of his parents' hands.

Originally at a loss, coupled with the pressure from the Atobe Consortium from financing channels, the naive and pampered father, the current deputy director of Hana Lun Manufacturing, Hana Lun Kangping, did not raise any objections.

"Really, I didn't expect such a domineering and willful girl to be very honest in front of brother-in-law Yusuke." Aizen blinked