[Net King] Gently kill the crane

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"You are not a genius, and you never were. In junior high school, you practiced harder than anyone else on the private tennis court every day. You never left your book and never gave yourself a chance to slack off. But you never only showed your glamorous side to others. Atobe, your self-esteem is so high and unattainable, how can you bear to be in a corner of Japan. You are born to belong to the battlefield. Don’t be rebellious, it’s not suitable for you at all. The king will feel happy."

For a moment, a crack appeared in Atobe's impeccable face.He reaches for the cake fork.

"Has anyone told you that your eloquence is very bad." Forking a piece of Tsurumi's yokan, Atobe slowly put it into his mouth.

"Don't mention it, I said a long time ago that I can't do this job. I just worked as your uncle's little follower. Is what I say useful?" Tsurumi shook his head helplessly, "But they said, I At least better than Huadi's eloquence."

Who Tsurumi was talking about, Atobe could guess who they were, needless to say.Ninjazu, Shishido, Aizen, everyone who intersected with him and her had been kind to him.He took a sip of coffee with a cold face.He almost vomited from the foul smell of burnt coffee beans.

Tsurumi watched his unmoved and indifferent expression, and finally realized his failure.She shook her head in resignation, hugging the Coke cup tightly.

"Actually, you're sorry for me, too. You're just as naive as Hanawa!" Miyoshi Tsurumi took a sip of Coca-Cola viciously, angrily and desperately, "I'll forget about my past and be a good person to care about your future. As long as you know something, you should obey I."

"I don't want to see you like this at all, Keigo Atobe."

The author has something to say: Tsurumi is back!Is there a feeling of cowhide?

Grandpa's decision.His rebellious period came too late.I have been trying to portray a Keigo Atobe with a reverse bone.His denial of traditional ministers made him tired of the prime minister's prolific Qingying.He's always been good at everything, and he's trying to make his own rules.But it was too late, the world he was about to step into no longer gave him the chance to rebel.Therefore, the life that was once derailed must be corrected quickly.The uncle actually knows it himself.

Of course, this is my own interpretation?? Orz, you can beat me to death if you want.Spread out on all fours, come on!

72 Their Melee

Chapter 72

Atobe's hand stopped for a moment.The half-delivered yokan fell from the tip of the fork and landed on the table with a blunt sound.He let out a low snort, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a weird arc that he couldn't tell whether it was a smile or a sneer.

"You're right. My uncle owes you." He saw the sword of Damocles crashing down, cutting a terrible wound on the ground, and he still made a "sizzling" sound.

A sword is terrible only when it is about to strike.At this moment, when the dust has settled, he can face the ending without any burden.

As if surprised by his own speech, Miyoshi Tsuru was stunned, and fell on the table without answering.

"Book……"

"actually."

Half pay, the two spoke at the same time, and Atobe's eyes signaled her to go first.Tsurumi still leaned on the table, "At the beginning, the news that I used the name of the support group to lower the price with the factory was indeed released naively, but it was the other two people who actually did it. Hamada Lixia, who was sanctioned by the support group, and Higami Huixiang who asked me for help but failed for her."

There is no trace of these two names in my memory, and I frowned, caressing the tear mole unconsciously.

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank Mr. Atobe. I heard that you suddenly re-investigated this matter last year. The two girls seemed to be frightened. They found my contact information and confessed to me deeply."

"Hmm." Atobe was staring at the straight middle part of Miyoshi Tsurumi's head, this kind of adult hairstyle would always make people a little charming.

"Did you know? Lixia Hamada, who was punished for insulting members of the support team on the bbs of a foreign school, is actually innocent. It was Huixiang Higami who actually did this. After she was discovered, in order to protect herself, she put The suspicion was pushed to my dear friend, and in order to protect my friend, she came to me for help. Human nature is horribly complicated, right? I think Rishang’s act of framing a friend is sincere, but the feeling of protecting a friend is also real .Don’t laugh, this is not the most ridiculous thing.”

Tsurumi narrowed his eyes, laughing at himself.

"What's even more ridiculous is that Tian Zhen told Hamada Lixia about me. The Hamada Lixia who should hate his friend found Higami Huixiang to frame me. Do you know what Hamada told me on the phone? She said that Huixiang was just too timid and weak. Huixiang has been very depressed about the incident of framing her. If you don’t push the hatred on me, Huixiang will never be at peace. What a sincere friendship, she not only forgives She framed her friend, and even sacrificed an innocent me for her friend's physical and mental health. She said sorry to me, saying that she called me to warn me at that time, just wanting me to hide and avoid a little harm."

Atobe lowered his eyes to the dark liquid in the glass that reflected the ceiling light.Their malice got her into trouble, and his lies eventually overwhelmed her.At this moment, while she was talking about this, she was as calm as the liquid surface, unable to see the emotions hidden underneath.

"Look, you want me not to be hurt, and you hurt me for the sake of your friend's happiness. What kind of logic is this? She explained to me plausibly, and begged for my understanding. Tell me, is there anything more funny than this?"

Atobe didn't know how to answer.The story Tsurumi told was too absurd, too grotesque to be understood rationally and deduced logically.The play seemed to have been produced by the worst playwright in the world, and would have been unbearable even for the most vulgar stage.But it actually happened in reality.Maybe it is just the most common one among countless absurd stories, maybe there are more incredible absurdities happening every second, there will never be a shortage of selfish or ignorant souls in this world.

And he also participated in it.

So he remained silent, and picked up the cold cup of coffee.

Miyoshi Tsurumi stared at his hand holding the coffee cup inexplicably until his gaze reached his lips, then Fang sat up as if waking up from a big dream, and uttered a vague tone, "Sometimes I feel that I understand them again." It's like, I subconsciously blame the two people who framed me, but I turn a blind eye to the innocence that really betrayed me. To me, innocence is more important than betrayal. Just like Higami Huixiang and Hamada, it is much more important than me. In fact We’re all the same, it’s just that we’re emotionally close. Thinking about it that way, it’s like losing the position to resent others.”

She shrugged resignedly and smiled. "Look, I'm always like this, clumsy and confused, and I can't think clearly about everything."

The sip of coffee stayed on his lips, and there was no movement for a long time.Atobe squinted his eyes, but couldn't see the answer to the question in his mind.

[Then where is my place?Is it lighter than a lie, or heavier than a forgiveness? ]

Can't see through, from the past to the present, his eyes, which can easily see through the opponent's weaknesses on the court, have never been able to see through what he wants to see—just the mood of a young girl.

"Ah." Tsurumi lowered his head to look at the phone, and made a surprised voice, "Your Madam Butterfly scene is about to start." She didn't look up, and moved her fingers quickly on the keyboard.

Atobe murmured, "You." He hesitated a little, "I can go get another ticket." The casual invitation was completely different from his usual wild style.

"Eh?" Tsurumi raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Instead of getting another ticket, it's better, would you like to go see this with me?" She raised the two Les Miserables musical tickets in her hand, "Naive and angry again, I sent a message saying she doesn't want to read it."

"You don't need to coax her?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, not hiding his distaste for that name.

"No need~" Tsurumi narrowed his eyes and smiled like a cunning cat, "I have my own way."

Unable to restrain the corners of his lips, Atobe casually handed the popular Madame Butterfly ticket to a passerby with smoke above his head, "Come in." He walked towards the theater.

"Oh, there's still an hour until the show begins." Tsurumi reminded behind him, and Atobe turned around in embarrassment.

"Sit down for a while, your coffee is already cold, would you like a cup of Coke?"

Atobe glanced at the almost untouched cup of coffee calmly, and beckoned to the waiter.The two held a glass of Coke each, and faced each other silently on both sides of the round table.Until one party looked at his watch and finally said the three-character motto of "start quickly", the dreary spell was released instantly, and the two breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time, and stood up.

Sitting next to each other in the brightly lit theater, if you don't talk a few words, you will feel uncomfortable all over your body.Tsurumi frowned sadly, as if racking his brains to find something to talk about.Atobe noticed her confusion, and looked away at the empty stage.

"Hey, when did Atobe-kun read the original novel?" Before Atobe could answer, the venue suddenly fell into darkness.All the lights were extinguished, and the topic just raised sank into the boundless silence together with the dark theater.

Amidst the deep and solemn sonorous sound, the struggling figures of the laborers gradually emerged from the deep darkness.Atobe heard the slight sound of screeching beside him, Tsurumi straightened his upper body and stared intently ahead.

On the stage, Fantine sang "Idreamed adream" and fell into a point of no return, dying gradually in the illusion of embracing Cosette.At this moment, Jean Valjean and Javert are standing in front of her hospital bed and confronting each other.The two sang fiercely, exposing themselves without stopping for a moment, tension and heaviness intertwined constantly, and the plot reached the first □.

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