[Net King] Gently kill the crane

The dean, who looks as if he just traveled from the Showa era, has always been the overlord of "the number one monster on campus" in the minds of all the students in the school.

To be reprimanded by a voice that is said to have been deliberately practiced and as shocking as a comedian's character, is a kind of horror that is enough to tear the heart and gallbladder.

Even Miyoshi Tsurumi, who has practiced the skill of striking down the sky with lightning, can't keep calm under this kind of attack.

She trembled violently, and all her movements stopped instantly, neither daring to continue searching nor standing up.Quietly peeking at Cilang on the left, he is also in the same frozen state.

This is bad!

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and secretly exchanged the look of a brother and sister with the classmate Cilang she just met.The two drowned chickens shrunk their shoulders dejectedly and stood side by side to listen to the training.

"Skipping class here to destroy the greening of the campus is so lacking in self-consciousness! Which class are you in! Conduct points deducted! The whole school is notified! After school, the teaching building is cleaned for a month!!" I don't know if I am angry because of the violation of discipline, or simply Finding an excuse to reprimand the students, the dean yelled in a strong Showa-style tone.

"Hey..." Bathed in the rain of spittle flying from the dean, Cirou muttered softly, "One month... I'm going to miss the game, Atobe should be angry again... My cake..."

If the pendant was not found, he owed Jiro a huge favor, and might be regarded as a thorn in the side by the furious Atobe.It's not worth it now!At this moment, Tsurumi lowered his head and regretted that he could take Hermione's timer and travel back to an hour ago.

Over there, Cilang couldn't bear the pressure anymore, and confessed honestly to the dean, "I'm in the second year..."

"They're doing something for me." The sudden familiar voice was frivolous and nasal as if on purpose.

"They skipped classes because I didn't think about it, and I will accept the punishment. But the tennis department is facing a competition, please be lenient in the punishment for cleaning the teaching building..." After sweeping away the arrogance of the past, Atobu respectfully said to the dean I apologize.

Tsurumi was startled at first, but then remembered that although Atobe was arrogant and disgusting, he still respected the teacher in class on weekdays.

Before Tsurumi could react, the dean muttered softly something like "For Atobe-kun's sake, don't be an example" and walked away.After all, he is an old Jianghu for many years. Although Atobu took the responsibility and said please punish him, the teaching director would not really let the son of the school benefactor clean the toilets of the teaching building without knowing the taste.

"Wow! Atobe!" The trembling voice came back to life just now, and the boy named Jirou excitedly rushed towards the boy who just appeared, and the next sentence froze Tsurumi who was about to run away. There.

"Are you also here to find the key to the cake treasure house?"

There is no silver 300 taels here.

Tsurumi looked in the direction of Atobe in embarrassment, and the other party's eyes that seemed to see through everything were darting back and forth on her face.

This kind of trick is definitely not able to hide from that sharp look.Holding the mentality of breaking the jar, Miyoshi Tsurumi simply straightened his waist, and bathed in the contemptuous gaze projected by the other party majestically.

Atobe turned his eyes back, and signaled with distaste for the big man behind him to carry a certain boy who was overly excited after being rescued a little farther away.

"My uncle just stood by the window to watch the scenery, but found that there are two stupid guys in the flower bed affecting the view."

"Wow, you came here on purpose to rescue us from the dean!"

It has to be said that a single-celled organism is also a wonderful flower in terms of language understanding ability.It is really a remarkable ability to hear concern from that arrogant language.

Jiro was still excitedly yelling something like "Atobe is amazing".Tsurumi moved his feet quietly, trying to escape without making a sound.

8 respective wars

Chapter Eight Flower Bed Work

Heaven often does not follow people's wishes.

At the critical moment when Tsurumi successfully moved to the corridor and was about to successfully escape into the teaching building.The innocent boy Cilang suddenly called out to her, "Hey, hey, aren't you looking for the key to the treasure house?"

"Let's look for it together, I'll be embarrassed if I eat it alone!" The kind-hearted boy reminded loudly and considerately.

"Cirou, there is no such thing as a treasure house." Atobe seemed to be ashamed of the low IQ of his own members, and his usual high-pitched and arrogant voice was lowered a bit.

"Yes, yes, silver, square pendant, with 001 engraved on the back!" Cilang, who dreamed of a treasure house of cakes, danced with his arms and legs, unaware of the embarrassment of the two people beside him.

Atobe glanced deeply at Tsurumi again, and before Tsurumi could respond, he turned to Jiro, "I will send someone to find that kind of thing for you, now, dry yourself and go to class."

"Then, let the three of us share the treasure house of cakes together!" Jiro kindly greeted Tsurumi who failed to escape again.

"Ah... yes, yes." While crying silently in his heart, Tsurumi nodded in embarrassment, shrinking his not-so-tall body back and forth under Atobe's complicated eyes.

Although extremely disgusted, even Tsurumi has to admit that Keigo Atobe's actions have always been quick and reliable.

During the morning self-study the next day, a silver light fell from the sky on Tsurumi's desk.

Raising his eyes from the book, he met those narrow and sharp phoenix eyes without any surprise.

"Thank you." Glancing at the 001 engraved on the back of the silver cube, Tsurumi thanked the other party politely.

"Cooking classroom No. [-]." Overlooking her from a height, Atobe said slowly with a domineering air, "Take Jiro to the cake treasure house during lunch break."

After being stunned for a moment, Miyoshi Tsurumi, who suddenly understood the meaning of the other person's words, almost burst into tears.

This is the most naked true love!

It's similar to using my power to clear the way in exchange for your innocence for the rest of your life.

In this inexplicably moved mood, Tsurumi uttered a line that she regretted for a long, long time afterwards.

"Aren't you going together? Mr. Ci Lang seems to want the three of you to share the treasure trove of cakes together."

Why does it become like this.

In No. [-] cooking classroom, Tsurumi was holding a plate of Dojima rolls, and crossed them sadly.

Cakes are the creations of pastry masters in haute cuisine kiosks, high-quality goods that cannot be afforded or eaten on weekdays.The taste is also one of the best tastes in a hundred, but everything that was supposed to be good has changed because of the appearance of a certain guy.

Glancing at the gorgeous young man who complemented the gorgeous cake, Tsurumi's interest suddenly faded.

This kind of unbridled feeling of being indebted to the annoying guy is as sticky as the gloomy rainy day outside the window.

I don't know how many long poems praised by Master Atobe to make up for it.

Although she was the one who was confused about the invitation.However, under normal circumstances, even if this uncle is invited, he should arrogantly say something like "I am not interested in this" and refuse it.Why would he readily agree.

Sure enough, it must be because he loves that young Cilang too much.

The boy who was eating the cake was laughing and talking to the Ministry, the dumb blonde boy was leaning on the back of the chair and looking at him with a doting expression on his face.

Tsurumi silently pulled the chair aside, trying to leave space for the two of them to be alone.

It's nice to be able to get along like this.

Tsurumi couldn't help sighing when he thought of his friend Hanawa who was once sticky together all day but now fell into a cold war.

"Mr. Sanhao, isn't the cake delicious? Hey, for this treasure house of cakes, I have to be fined to run [-] laps every day in training. Cherish it!"

The boy with short curly hair cared about the girl who was huddled in the cake mountain.

"Delicious." Tsurumi filled his mouth melancholy with a mouthful of the cake, and smiled bitterly.

Atobe glanced at her again.

"Did Miyoshi quarrel with your good friend?"

The innocent Cilang suddenly shot a shot that hit the red heart.

Unprepared, Tsurumi nodded subconsciously.

"Eh, why?"

"Because..." Tsurumi exhaled helplessly, "Because she likes me too much."

"Is that so." Ci Lang dragged his voice, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If you dare to interfere with my mind, I will tell him to shut up." Atobe, who was leaning on the sofa chair, said inexplicably.

Atobe's words seemed to have deep meaning, but also seemed to be just his usual arrogance, which made Tsurumi confused for a moment.

"What Atobe means is that even friends, you have to be tough on things that go too far." Stuffing a large piece of cake into his mouth, Jiro translated Atobe's central idea to Tsurumi while chewing.

Tough on Naive?That kind of thing is kind of unimaginable.

Since we met, Tsurumi has never said anything serious to Hanawa innocently, the only thing that can be regarded as criticism is probably a sentence he once said in Truth or Dare, "The shortcoming of innocent is that he loves to show off too much. "

Because she knew she was born cute, so she took advantage of her cuteness and acted like a baby.That's what Naive does.

It's just... the self who is aware of this has never been aware of it, and the self who always indulges the other party because of "cuteness" may also be responsible for the naive and excessive behavior.

"Thank you, Atobe-san."

There is no hypocrisy in addressing "Atobe-sama", this time, it is a sincere thank you from the heart.Not caring whether the other party underestimated this "cheap thanks from the common people" as usual, Tsurumi greeted him with a smile.

Whether the thank you, which was so soft that it was almost inaudible, was well conveyed to the old man's ears, Tsurumi didn't know.After condescendingly accompanying the two to eat a few desserts, Atobe left the cooking classroom on the grounds of tennis club affairs.

Since then, she