[Net King] Gently kill the crane

, slamming Fang Qiu arrogantly.Before the body was tempted, the head was taken thousands of miles away.

"You act in too many idol dramas! How could this uncle do such vulgar and tasteless things!"

"Then you'll be single until you grow old!" Ai Ran sneered.

Tracebe fell silent.Seeing his attitude loosen, Ai Ran hit the iron while the iron was hot, "Although they are shouting Dana, they are still students, and they must not be married! As long as they don't get the certificate, everything will be fine! In other words, even if they get the certificate, there is no problem."

Atobe remained silent.Aizen stared at the back of his head with passionate eyes.

Half the salary, Atobe said slowly, "But."

"Beating someone will be punished by caning in Singapore." He said distressedly.

The author has something to say: Singapore has harsh punishments and poor prison conditions!Everyone, don't mess around in Singapore!

Oh, these chapters have been such a joy to play with the uncle!I just don't want them to meet again and just keep torturing him until the love fades.Ow!

their melee

They did not end up going to Singapore to stage a full martial arts parade.The strict laws and regulations of the Lion City are of course an important factor affecting the decision-making, but more importantly, Aizen introduced to Atobe a good tool that is more convenient for peeping - twitter.

After some exploration and research, the two finally managed to sneak a peek at Tsurumi's true face of misaki on twitter.He has a small crew cut, a round face, and his bulging cheeks are red with the peculiar redness of a fat man. He is a man who is not very good-looking no matter from any angle. Not only that, but there is something annoying on that kind smile. sense of violation.

No matter what the special reason is, Atobe does not think that this "misaki" will be "danna" in the sense of Miyoshi Tsurumi.That girl would never abandon Keigo Atobe for such a strange fat man.Aizen also twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes straightened, "Impossible, this person is definitely not Miyoshi-kun's date!" Her hand poked dissatisfiedly on the photo of "misaki", as if she wanted to poke a hole in the screen .

The two looked at each other, and for some reason, both felt relieved.

Atobe pretended to be calm and swiped randomly on the screen, and the page floated down, "Huh, the taste is really bad." He judged this life photo posted by Misaki on twitter noblely and coolly, as if in this way, he could He came back from a crushing defeat against Tsurumi.

"Well, for this kind of dangerous person, the worse his taste, the better." Ai Ran poked around on the screen anxiously, "Hmph, all the male friends around him don't look very good either."

Although pretending to be disapproving, Atobe felt a little relieved when he heard Aizen's evaluation.

"Ah." Ai Ran suddenly cried out in a low voice, "Too bad, this one looks good."

Atobe followed the prestige, and for a moment, his eyes widened.

"Yo, see you, little crane."

Throwing a bottle of Coke at the opponent without a good sound, Miyoshi Tsurumi raised his wrist to look at his watch, and said coldly, "Toru, it has been two hours since the plane arrived."

"Oh, there's a reason for this, Xiaohe wants to listen to my explanation when he sees you." Hiratani smiled, "Look, you and Misaki haven't tasted the taste of hometown for a long time, and because of this, how heartbroken I am! By the way, carry it in your luggage Isn’t it very touching to give a little food to my darlings? Even if you get stopped at customs because of it, it’s forgivable, right.”

"Very untouching. Frankly speaking, I think you just want to eat it yourself." Tsurumi Fei glanced at him, and took the suitcase from the other party angrily, "You carry the backpack yourself."

Pinggu Toru kept a shy face all the way to please him, but Tsurumi dragged his suitcase and strode away, ignoring him.

Toru Hiratani, the former president of the Literary Club of the Ice Emperor Elementary School, had an unpleasant conflict with Tsurumi when he was in the second grade.Later, although Pinggu helped her out of embarrassment, the relationship between the two did not improve because of Pinggu's offensive language habits.

After coming to Singapore, by various chances and coincidences, this boy who once made Tsurumi feel despicable, obscene, and obscene, and is still so despicable, obscene, and obscene, unexpectedly became one of her few friends of the opposite sex.

"Misaki didn't come to pick it up, oh, my heart is broken." With a pretentious tone, Toru Hiragu twitched.

"misaki is working hard for your happy life, please have a little conscience, thank you."

Back at the residence, after packing up the luggage, Miyoshi Tsurumi took out a bottle of pop soda from the refrigerator and handed it over.

"Wow, there's even wave soda." Ping Guche, who had just arrived, couldn't help being surprised.

"There's a 7-11 downstairs, and curry chicken and rice bento." Moving the glass ball into the groove, Tsurumi poured a mouthful of cold soda down his throat.

"Is there anything happier than having a 7-11 downstairs." Pinggu closed his eyes contentedly, his face brimming with happiness.

"Live in 7-11."

"Pfft." Chilled by this joke, Pinggu sat up, "Ah, speaking of which, I brought you a present."

He took out a CD from the box and handed it to Tsurumi.The eye-catching ukiyo-e style cover, noticed the singer on it, Miyoshi Tsurumi raised his eyes and stared at Hiratani.A triumphant smile appeared on that cynical face. "Like it?" he asked.

"It's good." Putting away Aizen's CD indifferently, Tsurumi picked up the wave soda again.

"How many years." Pinggu played with the bottle cap, "She lives in his house, and it's a miracle that she hasn't been caught by the media to make a big fuss."

"Yeah, this shows the power of the Atobe Foundation over the media." Tsurumi nodded, "You can use this as the topic of your thesis."

"That's the case." Pinggu changed the subject, "I recently heard rumors that the Atobe family intends to give Ai Ran the identity of a daughter. Tsk, I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd."

Tsurumi's face froze, and the movements of his hands slowed down. "It's all a cover." She stared at the bottle in her hand with a little disappointment, "I don't care about other people's affairs."

"It's someone else's business." Pinggu dragged out the ending meaningfully, and with a big smile, stretched out his hand and twisted Tsurumi's face, "Two years ago, who cried and begged Misaki to buy a pregnancy test stick."

"Shut up!" Tsurumi made a gesture to hit the opponent, Hiratani Toru laughed and shouted while dodging, "I said, why don't you go back to Japan? Do you really not care at all?"

"Pretending to be a master of love! Who told me that Aizen lived in Atobe's house!" Miyoshi Tsurumi, who kept being poked and hurt her feet, became furious, pulled off the sofa cover, and slammed Hiratani on the head.

"It's me." Pulling off the blanket, Hiratani admitted very honestly, "I heard that you are going to study in Germany with Atobe, and I came here to tell you. I hate Atobe, and I am not afraid to speculate with the worst motives. He, but I never concealed my malice."

"But." He said, "It was you who refused to ask Atobe. It was you who fled to Singapore. It was you who climbed into his bed for no apparent reason." Shrugged helplessly.

Tsurumi suddenly collapsed on the sofa like a balloon that was punctured by a needle.That's right, she was timid. After hearing about their relationship, her first reaction was to run away.She had had countless opportunities to speak, but she had never been able to ask.She even pretended to make friends with Ai Ran, pretending that she didn't care or be jealous.

"Ah, now I'd rather they were really lovers." Tsurumi, who was squatting on the sofa at half-pay, said faintly, "This way I'll be less ashamed."

"It's as if you're sure that they don't have that kind of relationship." Pinggu said with a mean mouth as always.

Wishing to rip someone's mouth apart immediately, she gave him a last look, rushed into the bedroom and locked the door.

Burying his face in the pillow for a while, struggling to raise his eyes, Tsurumi picked up the phone thrown on the bed, typed quickly, and updated a post on Facebook, "New Year's 4 days off, Tokyo, I'm back La!"

Finally, she glanced at the lonely id in the friend column group, and she drowned herself between the mattresses again.

Under the name of a classmate in middle school, she suddenly added her strange facebook id, a lonely id with nothing.It was Atobe, she had guessed early on.

Boys in the same class in junior high school, who would suddenly care about a female classmate who disappeared for four years and didn't even show her graduation photo.Atobe is probably the only person who can still remember her.

The woman who was so mindful of "taking" his virginity really resembled the character of that particularly persistent uncle.

It's not that I haven't guessed whether Atobe has any special thoughts about her.However, she is obviously useless.Atobe once thought she was Liu Shui Ji and looked at her differently, but that was just a misunderstanding, and her incompetent performance had already shattered his illusions.

In contrast, Aizen at least has a natural good looks and a clear singing voice.

And she, Miyoshi Tsurumi, is neither beautiful nor smart, so why should she be favored by him.

I don't want to disappoint him anymore.

I don't want to see him shrug with a contemptuous smile, then turn his back and leave.

She studied difficult mathematics, took programming as an elective, and worked hard for investment as a goal. Of course, it was for her own future planning, but she never imagined that one day she would meet him on the battlefield, and her decisive decision to kill him would also make him happy. Showing a little surprise with admiration.

But now, has she become someone who can sit on an equal footing with him?

[-] kilometers away, in Tokyo with a time difference of one hour, Atobe lowered his head and looked at the smartphone in his hand.

The moment he saw that twitter, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.every blood vessel