[Net King] Gently kill the crane

He squinted his eyes, "It is said that when Yusuke's brother-in-law slapped him down, even Hanawa Kohei's face twitched with distress, but Hanawa innocently didn't say a word, just shed tears silently, and let him beat him. It's really not like her .”

Atobe always scoffed at such things as beating up women.Seeing Hanawa innocently appearing at school with a swollen face was not pleasant either.On the contrary, Ai Ran, who was almost ruined by her, felt comfortable all over her body, and she stopped talking a few words in his ears, "he sees the crane", which made him have a few days of peace and quiet.

"Hey, my father was also at fault. He borrowed money from underground banks without authorization. He just wanted to save his business after he had finally started, and he didn't think about the danger to his family. He didn't dare to bear the responsibility when something happened, so he hid himself and committed suicide."

After everything calmed down, Aizen sat on the spiral stairs of Atobe's house with her chin in her hands.

Not without complaint.In the turmoil, she was pushed into this unpredictable world half voluntarily and half sacrificed.Almost lost self-respect and groveled in front of money.

"However, after my mother passed away, my sister and I were sent to study at a British aristocratic primary school. Even if it was the vanity of the little president, my sister and I also participated in it. After getting the benefits of this money, now we have to bear the evil consequences that we deserve. I have no right to complain." She stretched, smiled brightly, and went upstairs for a lunch break.

When the creditor came to the door and the soldiers were in a panic, it was a temporary expedient for Atobe to bring his childhood sweetheart to Japan and hide him in the Atobe mansion.It's inappropriate but understandable.Now that everything is calm, Ai Ran's father is still hiding, never mentioning the matter of taking his daughter home.

Perhaps there is still a trace of delusion about getting married with the Atobe consortium.But for his own selfishness, he put Ai Ran in an embarrassing situation.

Putting down the non-alcoholic champagne glass in his hand, he stepped out of the wide hall.The butler who had been waiting for a long time handed over his coat and looked at the little master who had been serving him since he was a child with complicated eyes.

Although he is still allowed to live in the Atobe family mansion, Atobe Keigo has lost the right to use the property here.Atobe, who was far away in England, was furious at his reckless decision. He flew back to Tokyo overnight to slap his son who had been given enough space to support himself since he was a child.

When Master Atobe set foot on the land of Tokyo, the procedures for Keigo Atobe’s forced transfer to Keio Gijuku were quickly completed—his deviation value was extremely high, and his family background made it easy to enter the school through the recommendation process.

However, Keigo Atobe, who has always had a harmonious relationship with his parents, showed the calmness and stubbornness beyond a young man in front of his father's unquestionable decision.

"You know what you're going to do in the future!" Master Atobe sat down on the sofa in disappointment. "Four years, there are not many four years in life that can be wasted here."

"I know, father."

"You are completely irrational. Indulgence!"

"I know, father."

His spine stood upright like an iron plate, and both violence and gentleness were defeated in front of Keigo Atobe.

He refuses to study in Keio, even though the head teacher of Hieti University politely informs him in class that his student status is no longer here.Atobe smiled coldly and snapped his fingers arrogantly.The loyal Huadi came, picked up his schoolbag, and disappeared into Bingdi's campus with him.

He manages the property under his name, or spends all day in the theater, but he is determined not to step into Keio's door.

Atobe has long had his own investment, even if the old man cuts off his source of income, he can still live comfortably.It's just that the driver of Atobe's family can no longer be used, and he is not yet old enough to get a driver's license.Traveling is a bit inconvenient now.

Taking the coat from the butler, he walked towards the garage.The loyal old man was always looking forward to the reconciliation between the young master and the master, but unfortunately he could not fulfill his wish.

Pushing out the unassuming motorcycle, Atobe frowned and straddled it.

The New National Theater has a tour of "Madame Butterfly" by a French troupe tonight, and he plans to go there tonight to pass the time without homework and homework.

It was still early to leave the seat, so he strolled to the rest area of ​​the theater, and then froze on the spot.

Atobe has envisioned many times, under countless permutations and combinations, different time and space, different scenes, they reunite with different attitudes and appearances.But never thought that the reunion would unfold in such a form.

On one side of the round table, Hanawa holding a Coke cup smiled innocently like an innocent child, on the other side, that familiar face looked at her dotingly, "Naive, stop making trouble."

He heard the clenching of knuckles.

I haven't seen her for three years, her hair is much shorter, and her skin is slightly darker. She giggled and turned her face away, and she was stunned for a moment when she saw the trace department.Miyoshi Tsurumi stood up and greeted him generously by name.She had grown taller, slimmer, and walked on a pair of comfortable flat shoes.

Atobe stood where he was, neither approaching nor walking away.

"Innocence." Tsurumi bent down and whispered something to Tianzhen in a low voice, and Tianzhen jumped up reluctantly, glared at him angrily—and walked away obediently.

Simply unbelievable.

"Come and sit for a while? I guess, you want to see Madame Butterfly in the evening show. It's still early to leave the show, why don't you sit down and catch up."

"It's a touching friendship." Atobe sat down with a cold face, and the first sentence after a long absence was full of harsh hostility.

"That's right. I have a very good temper, and it's not like you don't know about it." Tsurumi smiled, "As long as someone says they like me, I can't stand it, even if she betrays me and instructs people to post posts to ruin my reputation."

Seeing that the trace department did not speak, Tsurumi raised his hand and ordered a cup of coffee for him, "Lanshan, no sugar."

"I'm not mistaken, am I?" She looked at Atobe with a smile, and after receiving the affirmation from Aojiao who nodded slightly, she became happy, "Isn't it, I have been running errands for so long, how could I have made a mistake!"

"Don't you express your surprise? As far as I know, you didn't investigate the matter of naively instructing those two girls to post in collusion. If I tell you such a bignews, don't pretend to be calm."

"You don't need conclusive evidence, I guessed it was her." The silent Atobe finally spoke out, and he raised his hand to take the menu.

"Oh, would you like some dessert? Tiramisu, or the sweeter Opera Ceremony." Crane Jian talked surprisingly a lot.Atobe put down the menu and raised his hand to call the waiter, "Two brown sugar yokan."

"Wow." Tsurumi covered his mouth, "I feel like you're a transfigured person! Have you ever been trained by a girl?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?"

"Sorry, you know I haven't been able to speak Japanese for a long time, so I have a strong desire to speak. But Atobe, you don't have to force yourself to eat yokan. I also like cakes, and girls like cakes."

"It's my uncle who wants to eat." Atobe corrected her self-talk.

Miyoshi Tsurumi seemed to have been struck by lightning, his slightly tanned face froze into a coke, his mouth opened wide in shock, "Don't you despise these Japanese sweets the most?"

Atobe's complexion darkened, the silver cake shovel cut back and forth on the smooth yokan, he said slowly: "You are right."

He paused, "It's true that yokan is more delicate than Yorkshire pudding."

"Sure enough, you were struck by lightning." Miyoshi Tsurumi muttered softly, "Although I'm glad you finally have the ability to appreciate food, but Atobe, you still love Yorkshire pudding."

Atobe looked up at her.

"That's it, you accepted the yokan, but you still eat Yorkshire pudding Keigo Atobe." Tsurumi's fingers vigorously drew in the air, "Don't try to escape your desire."

"Oh, you want to preach to me?" Atobe finally sensed something was wrong, he stared at Tsurumi with burning eyes, trying to drill a hole in her brain.

"Wow." Miyoshi Tsurumi blinked, "Sure enough, Atobe is Atobe!"

The purpose has been revealed, and she didn't do much futile cover-up, and smiled obsequiously, "Hey, your lord has a lot, this is my task. You don't know how much my younger brother admires you. He was about to cry when he was promoted to Bingdi." Seeing the disbelieving expression of the trace department, she quickly added, "Oh, of course, this is just a rhetorical device."

"He really can't bear to see the hero in his mind now, so he asked me to find out about the situation."

"That's it?"

"That's it. You know, I'm a considerate and good sister. How could I not agree to my brother's request?"

fraud.Atobe answered in a low voice in his heart.

"You think my uncle is down and out?" He leaned back in his chair and looked at the girl in front of him.

"How dare I!" Tsurumi asked the waiter to refill his glass, "Sir, even if you are down and out, you are a hundred times more respectable than me, okay? I can't even get your ticket for the premiere of Madame Butterfly." Come!"

"It's good to know, it's not your turn to dictate my uncle's life."

"Come on. You almost have 'Help me' written on your face now. Such idleness is not suitable for you at all, Atobe Keigo-kun." Tsurumi held his chin, not caring that the face of the boy opposite was getting uglier .

"Actually, I don't understand at all. What are you trying to prove by doing this? To prove that you can also be very down-to-earth, or to prove that you don't need that piece of paper? You clearly know that you need that piece of paper, and you need that piece of paper very strongly. "

Tsurumi picked up the cake shovel, quickly divided the yokan into even small pieces, and pushed it in front of Atobe, "In the past few years, the Atobe consortium has finally escaped from the sluggish manufacturing industry and gained a firm foothold in the Japanese financial industry." However, looking at the world, Wall Street still has no say in this achievement. If you want to become an international game player, you can’t do it by setting up your headquarters in the UK.”

Before Atobe stared, Tsurumi spread his arms, "I studied mathematics in college.