[Net King] Money people are omnipotent

cooking club.

"President."

Holding a string of mitarai dango in his hand, Yuki walked towards Qianzuru with a smile, and said in a soft voice, "Would you like to try it? The vice president just made it."

Qianhe's face was ugly, and he slowly shook his head: "You eat, I don't have much appetite."

Teak stared, and asked with concern: "President, why do you look so bad?"

Qianhe pursed her lips, hesitated and said again and again: "Student Yumu, do you know how to transfer luck?"

Teak replied quickly: "Do you want to improve your luck? There are also many types of transshipment, such as peach blossom luck, wealth luck..."

"Luck of wealth." Qianhe lowered his voice, "How can we improve our luck of wealth?"

Teak said softly: "Wealth luck can be divided into positive wealth and partial wealth. It depends on which one you want to ask, President."

Qianhe was stunned: "Isn't it all luck?"

"Prescribing the right medicine and improving your fortune is not as simple as counting a divination or buying a mascot." Teak's tone was full of kindness, and he explained, "When the fortune is not auspicious, the income of work is often mediocre. This is compared with the same unit and industry. In terms of the overall level. When the fortune is unlucky, there will often be bankruptcy and financial management problems, and if it is serious, it will go bankrupt directly.”

Qianhe's face froze instantly, and Yuki felt a little bit clearer.

"You can put some lucky plants in the office, or Pixiu, three-legged golden toad, etc."

Chizuru nodded, his face, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed a little.

Teak seemed to add casually: "If there is a sudden financial problem, it is very likely that someone killed you."

"Had been murdered?"

"Yes, some insidious methods can change a person's feng shui and suppress his fortune."

Qianhe was thoughtful.

Teak curled her lips secretly, she didn't tell Qianhe that Zhengcai in the male hit also represented his wife, and Piancai represented his lover.

The son-in-law of Gu Shouda...

The light in the eyes became more and more scorching, but there was a cool and cold look in the depths.

The vice president yelled at Yumu at the door: "Youmu, someone is looking for you."

Yuki was brushing the dumplings with a layer of caramel sweet soy sauce. She took a bite, sweet but not greasy, sticky and delicious.

"Find me?"

Tezuka stood outside the door, standing still, like the breeze and the moon.

"Tezuka?" Teak's face changed slightly, and he whispered softly, "Long time no see."

Tezuka spoke in a natural and clear tone as before: "Long time no see, Teak."

"What's up?"

Tezuka slightly raised the paper bag in his hand: "This is what my grandfather asked me to bring to you."

The smile on teak's lips froze.

Tezuka paused, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little cautious: "It's a thank you letter sent to the Fukushima Police Station."

Police officer Nakazaki of the Fukushima Police Station sent a stack of letters every six months. He didn't know Yuzuki's address, so he had to send it to Tezuka Kuniichi for three full years.

Teak didn't answer, and Tezuka was still in the same position.

"I don't need it." Teak's tone was light and breezy, without any emotion, "Throw it away."

Tezuka's eyes darkened, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Takaki, they are all sincerely grateful to you."

sincere gratitude?Teak felt that the irony was nothing more than a means to their self-gratification.

"I don't need it." Teak snorted, the corners of his lips tightened, his eyes were cold, "Is this of any use to me? It's not money, it's just rags."

Tezuka was slightly absent-minded, he had nothing to say about Teak's behavior of trampling on others' kindness, he could only put the paper bag on the ground.

When he turned around, he murmured in a low voice, his clear voice was a little cooler: "I have always admired you."

"Tezuka, don't admire me, I'm not a saint."

The self-deprecating words are spoken slowly and lightly, but the words are clear and powerful.

She is just a layman who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

Tezuka didn't pause in his footsteps, nor did he look back.

Time has passed, and the former friends have changed drastically. There is nothing more that can be said.

At the stairs where neither of them noticed, Atobe stood there silently.

He saw Teak threw the paper bag on the ground into the trash can without hesitation, then opened the door and re-entered the cooking club.

After the door closed, Birch picked up the paper bag.

"Come on, Birch."

"Yes."

……

Shishido Ryo is changing his soaked T-shirt, because he has the most practice and his clothes are often soaked. In order to prevent his body from getting cold, he has to change his T-shirt frequently.

The sun was dazzling outside, and Cirou was lying on the bench and sleeping leisurely.

Ninjazu and Xiangri entered the changing room again.

Xiang Ri stretched his waist: "What did the supervisor say to the Atobu?"

Shinozu took out a new T-shirt from the cabinet: "I don't know."

Cilang turned around in a daze.

"Yuki, I heard that you went to Osaka with Yuki Saki and Atobe?" He raised his voice in Japanese, "What's going on?"

Shinobu lifted up his clothes, revealing his strong abdominal muscles, and glanced at Xiang Ri.

"Don't gossip, we are going to do business."

"It's for people with narcolepsy." Shindo Ryo took out a new towel, and raised his eyebrows almost invisibly. "The news was broadcast this morning. All the patients with narcolepsy at the Osaka University Affiliated Hospital have been discharged."

"Is that so." Xiang Ri leaned against the cabinet, "This teak wood is so awesome, do you want her to show Ci Lang?"

Cirou clicked his lips.

Holding his feet and laughing: "Ci Lang is just snoozing, he is not sick."

Birch pushed open the door, carrying a bag in his hand.

"Huadi, what are you holding?" Xiang Ri ran over curiously.

Huadi's expression was calm.

Xiang Ri leaned over to take a look: "It's all letters."

"Yes."

Ren Zuzu became interested, squinted his eyes, and said lazily, "Are they all letters to Atobe?"

Birch shook her head.

roar~

"It can't be a letter to Yuki Zao."

Huadi pondered for a moment, then said sternly: "Yes."

Roar roar~

Resisting the turbulent waves in his eyes, he smiled meaningfully.

"Could they all be Atobe's love letter to Yuki??" Xiang Ri chattered incessantly, with a loud voice, waking Jiro up, "Is it true or not, Atobe, it's Atobe whose eyes go up to the sky Hey, he writes love letters to girls! Although teak is cute, it's still hard to believe."

"What are you talking about, Yue Ren, Atobe likes to remember early?" Cirou was stunned, his eyes widened, and he was confused, "No wonder he sent me a text message in the morning to let Yuki have breakfast."

Huadi: ...they talked too densely, and didn't know where to start to refute.

Shindo Ryo frowned: "Isn't Atobe someone he likes?"

"Huh?" Cirou opened his mouth, took a long time to close it, and said in disbelief, "Is there anyone in Atobe who likes it?"

"Don't you know, Jirou?" Ryo Shishido raised his eyebrows, suppressed his voice, and tried to appear calm, "Our first-year team building, Atobe said it when we were playing Truth or Dare, and you were there at the time."

"He must have fallen asleep." Xiang Hizakajirou explained, "Atobe was rescued by a girl when he was a child."

The more Cilang heard it, the more unpleasant it became, and he choked out angrily: "You like it after saving it?"

"I don't know much about love, it's all Yushi said." Xiang Ri recalled Ren Zuzu's words, and his tone was unhurried, "What kind of life-saving grace can only be promised with your body, isn't that just because you like someone."

Renzu coughed twice, his deep eyes couldn't see any emotions: "I'm just guessing."

"You're talking nonsense."

In order to protect his face as a master of love, Renzu looked very serious, and argued righteously: "How can it be called nonsense, there is a basis for it. He remembers everything that happened when he was three years old so clearly. If he can't forget it, there will be echoes!"

Ci Lang yelled angrily: "There is someone in Atobe who likes to write a love letter to Zao Ji, scumbag!!"

Huadi's shoulders shook: ...It was wrong, it was wrong from the beginning.