I saw the countdown to their death

The son-in-law of the Yakumo family was silent, with a serious expression on his face.After school today, the inheritance of the Yakumo family may be ruined here. I don't know if there will be a successor to save the world.

When being beaten, what kind of posture should you pose to be more handsome?What lines are you going to say?Or forget it, I am just incidental, keeping silent may save me two punches.

Let them focus on that idiot Tomino, who has caused trouble since he was a child, and he has to bear it with him every time. If you don’t find a chance, let him get rid of it. coming?

The pig-headed boy with spring hair was frowning, drooping his head and thinking about his short life.

Kuroda-san will come to see you, right?If her leg is broken and she becomes permanently disabled, will she take care of herself for the rest of her life?Will I have an epic love?

In case that guy accidentally beat himself to death, Kuroda-san will be married ten years later, will tears moisten his eyes when he thinks of the boy who died for her today?

Does she know that the boy who stood up for her is ugly but gentle.

Every few steps the boy took, he let out a sigh, lamenting that yesterday's youthful and frivolous self made today's self so miserable.

Alas?Why does Ryosuke, the bastard, have weird eyes? Could it be that he wants to betray his brother like the bastard, Wu?

The three of them had their own concerns, walked slowly to the cafeteria, and found their usual seat by the window with their respective dinner plates.

The pig-headed boy ordered a ramen, a very delicate pork chop ramen in red oil. He usually likes tonkotsu ramen, but today he wants to try something different... Well, today Monday, there is the best unagi rice, but Because Hojo Satoru didn't come to the friendship yesterday, Tomino, who felt embarrassed, was paying for the girls the whole time, and spent all his pocket money.

Sakamoto Ryosuke is a udon, he also took part of the financial pressure for Tomino yesterday, the two are good friends since childhood.

Then Hojo Satoru was still the third child, ordered a free bowl of miso soup, ordered a pork chop rice without pork chop, and got a free pickle plate, which cost 200 yen in total.

I don’t have much money, so let’s settle down before finding a job. Don’t keep finding a suitable one, and you’ll be in trouble if you run out of money. It’s impossible to borrow money, and it’s impossible to borrow money in this life.

"A Wu."

After taking a sip of noodles, Tomino finally cheered up, and asked suspiciously: "Isn't it just a scholarship? Why are you eating these again?"

Hearing this, the eldest son also nodded, "The body of a mortal is too weak, energy intake is especially important during the advanced stage, don't be too entangled in ordinary things."

The two of them watched Hojo Wu order these things just now, and they discussed raising money to treat Ah Wu to eat eel rice, but they were rejected, and they didn't have much money.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't help it."

Hojo Satoru sighed helplessly after drinking miso soup, and he didn’t have too many worries with his friends. For the first time, he told his predicament, “My family is sick, so I sent all the scholarships back. I also took time off to work on some things and lost my job.”

"what?"

Kenta yelled in surprise, and Ryosuke looked at him intently.

Family members are sick?How come they don't know anything about this?Is this the reason for asking for leave for these three days?It's too much to not tell your friends about something!

"Why don't you tell us? Who is sick? Do you want us to help?"

"I can help too."

"How can you help with uremia?" Hojo Satoru felt a warm feeling in his heart, but he still left these two bastards angrily, "Do you rely on your monthly pocket money of [-]?"

"I... eh? Urine, uremia... who is it?!"

Tomino Kenta opened his mouth wide, and it was the first time he heard Goku talk about it, and Sakamoto also widened his eyes.

Hojo Satoru shook his head, "My mother."

The two looked at each other, not knowing how to answer the conversation for a while.

They know this kind of disease, and Hojo Satoru's family situation is also known. Although the individual only bears 30% of the treatment fee, it is not impossible to cure the disease, but this thing is a lifetime thing, and it is almost impossible to do heavy work when you are sick. It means that all the burdens have fallen on the old man Hojo.

This is still Satoru Hojo's spirit, and there is no tuition fee for special enrollment, but even so, the miscellaneous expenses of living in Tokyo are indispensable.

No wonder he is unwilling to join clubs. Many clubs have to spend their own money. Let’s take the group of musicians in the performance department as an example. They buy all the instruments themselves. No small expense.

The same goes for the Kyudo Club that Tomino plans to join.

Protective gear, bows, and arrows all have to be bought by themselves, and the student union's allocation is simply not enough.Therefore, in Hojo Satoru's situation, it would be better to join the club and work part-time to earn more money.

No wonder he is studying so hard, this situation is not working hard to improve, let alone the future, it will be over in a while.

"Flesh and blood are weak."

Ryosuke Sakamoto shook his head, his brows were furrowed, his eyes sank slightly and he began to ramble on udon noodles.They really can't help in this situation at a friend's house, so the eldest son of the Yakumo family feels a little bored.

"This is a recent incident. I also received a call from the countryside on the day I received the scholarship."

Hojo Satoru was optimistic, and said with a smile: "What's more, uremia is not a terminal illness. There is no need to continue dialysis after it is recuperated. I called my mother this morning. She is in good spirits and has the strength to fight with me. Lose your temper, hehe."

"I can't say anything..."

Tomino was silent for a while, and said hesitantly, "How much money do you have now? I..."

"If you really want to help me, just help me find out who is working part-time near Taito District. I'm going to find a better job right now."

Hojo Satoru picked up a sour radish and stuffed it into his mouth. After taking a big mouthful of his meal, he mumbled, "Poverty is temporary, and I haven't felt that much pressure recently."

"look for a job?"

Hearing that he could help, Tomino's eyes lit up, and he patted his chest and said loudly: "This matter is on my shoulders, I will help Ah Wu find out the news before school today!"

"I can also ask Genesis... the seniors of the game club." Ryosuke Sakamoto interrupted in a muffled voice, and after a pause, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "Should the aunt's affairs be kept secret?"

Hojo Satoru took a sip of the soup, nodded and said, "Let's keep it a secret. Akasaki-sensei, I told you two without telling me. I don't like trouble, so there's no need to cause unnecessary topics."

Sakamoto and Tomino looked at each other and nodded. Hojo Satoru was recruited as a special recruit from a small village with scarce educational resources. He still maintained the absolute strength of second in the whole grade in the monthly exam.

Princess Fengchi, the first in the grade, cannot be considered a human being, but the gap between the second with 745 points and the third with 703 points is not so small.

In fact, the two were a little moved. The teacher didn't tell them but only told them that this kind of trust cannot be achieved by ordinary friendship. He would only say it when he got Ah Wu's approval.

Hojo Satoru asked while pawing rice, "By the way, what are you going to do about the Kendo Club?"

Speaking of this, the two became frowning again.

Tomino smiled wryly, and slurped the bowl of noodles, "What else can I do, apologize after eating, at worst, I will be beaten, but they really dare not beat us blatantly, they may send us a letter of war and invite us to the Kendo Let's compete with each other and take the opportunity to beat us up."

"Apologize, kneel down, a man can bend and stretch." Ryosuke also nodded.

Hojo Satoru raised his head, "I don't really agree with my apology. DK handsome guys can have a good temper, but they can't lose their bottom line. It's easy to say about dignity, but you can't stand up after kneeling for a long time. You go to apologize, not only I don't approve, black Miss Tian will also look down on you. It's the first time for everyone to be human, so why let them?"

"Then what do you say?"

Tomino sighed, "I couldn't beat him, and I apologized and felt wronged..."

Hearing this, Hojo Satoru frowned slightly and lowered his head slightly to ponder. It is really troublesome to be hated. He was really joking when he said that he would not help them before. He just let this kid have a long memory and think about the consequences before doing something next time.

If you like it, confess it, if you reject it, try harder, if someone really doesn't like you, you can only give up.

Liking is a feeling. Others don’t feel it for you, even if you give her the waist, the other party still doesn’t feel it. The most is gratitude, and treats you as a benefactor.

Please ask someone to organize a fellowship. Although the middle school students' fellowship is a very pure kind, the word "friendship" is inherently ambiguous and has different meanings in the eyes of different people.

But then again, Tomino was indeed at fault. His fault was that he thought he had a good relationship with him, so he made up his own mind to help himself and agreed first before asking himself, but the girl yesterday's expenses were all paid by them, which is like playing for nothing. After a long time, they paid for the lunch in the family restaurant, which is equivalent to an apology.

And it's not wrong to take the lead in this matter!

The other party gave him a scumbag, and he didn't dare to stop the girl he liked being bullied, so that kid Tomino is not worth dating.

How can I help?If they can't beat it, can they beat it themselves?People who practice kendo professionally, even if they don't do it in school, if they find some gangsters outside the school to beat you up, you won't be able to reason.

But then again, it's just a few high school students. There are actually many ways to kill them, but the methods are a bit dirty.

In the novel, the villains are directly killed, burned, and their ashes are taken away by you, but the reality is not a novel... Even if they are expelled from school, if the treatment is not good, it will cause more serious revenge.

Therefore, this kind of young man who refuses to admit defeat must use his strength to suppress him.After being completely convinced, he deeply realized his mistake.According to the routine of youth daily novels, the protagonist directly exchanged sword skills, pretended to be aggressive the next day, and then went to the national convention to cut down the jade dragon flag.

There is a system, one thousand points have not been spent yet, kendo... there is a cute guy...

Hojo Satoru was thinking seriously, not noticing that the atmosphere in the cafeteria had become quieter, and Tomino and Sakamoto on the opposite side were even more exaggerated. Ghost expression.

Mr. Sakamoto's glasses under the lenses were wide open, staring round, Yakumo's family was about to lose all respectability.

"I thought of a way..."

Hojo Satoru raised his head, "We...hey...how do you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt an indescribable soft cushion on the top of his head, and at the same time, his neck was tightly wrapped from behind.

An unfamiliar scent entered the nostrils, even overshadowing the smell of pickles.

"Clap."

Half an egg on Tomino's chopsticks fell into the bowl, splashed a drop of red oil, and shot into his eyes with precision.

"laugh……"

Mr. Sakamoto sneezed suddenly, and all the udon in his mouth was sprayed back into the bowl, and two sticks came out of his nasal cavity, one long and one short, like two snots.

Being hugged from behind, Hojo Satoru, who was still in a dazed state, raised his head with difficulty, but his sight was completely blocked by Wei An.

Then, only an uncomfortable, choked voice sounded from the top of his head.

"Young man... why don't you tell me anything..."

Chapter 4 Old Cousin, The Road Is Narrowed

Miyajima Qingluan, who went home to change her school uniform, stood in the empty atrium of the school, looking at the familiar campus. Although she hadn't come to class for only four days, she had the illusion of a world away.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to check the time when the get out of class bell rang.

The boy is a junior in class B of the first year, the second classroom from left to right on the second floor of the new school building.

It is now a one-hour lunch break at [-]:[-] noon. The school does not allow students to run around with rice bowls, so the boy should eat lunch in the classroom. He is very good at cooking. When he cooked for himself yesterday, he should make it for himself Ordered a bento.

Miyajima Qingluan came to the door of Class B of the first year, and scanned the entire classroom.The calm mood is inexplicably anticipating, I wanted to see him last night, and I have a lot of things I want to say to him.

Class B's "Classroom Party" has more than ten people. They chat and laugh together for lunch in twos and threes. The girls' voices are softer, while the boys' are obviously more excited. The words "murderer" and "just trial" are particularly harsh.

Since yesterday was the weekend when the news was released, the students who went to school today had the opportunity to talk about this topic face to face.

Miyajima Qingluan frowned, and after looking around, he didn't find that he was in the classroom, did he go to the bathroom?

She hesitated for a few seconds before walking into the classroom.

"The murderer is likely to belong to an underground organization. If there is no huge intelligence network behind him, how can we find those criminals?" A boy with a short cut was holding his chopsticks, spitting and expressing his opinion.

"I think so too. After all, the police haven't found it after searching for it for so many years." The long-haired boy on the opposite side nodded in agreement, and then stuck his chopsticks into the other's lunch box.

"That's right, that's right, I still don't think this is a provocation of the law, but a satire on the incompetence of the government...Hey, Matsumoto, you bastard, give me back the egg roll!"

"Auntie's craftsmanship is still amazing." The boy chewing the egg roll nodded in satisfaction, "Saito, I'll go to your house for dinner tonight."

"Hello, classmate."

"Go away... eh?"

After a strange voice suddenly broke in, the two boys instinctively turned their heads, looked at Miyajima Qingluan and were taken aback at the same time.After noticing the light blue bow tie around her neck, Saito immediately responded politely: "Hello, senior, what's the matter?"

"May I ask if there is a boy named Hojo Satoru in Class B?"

"Hojo?" Saito immediately said cheerfully when he heard the name: "Oh, Hojo, he went to the cafeteria with Sakamoto and the others, what can you do with him?"

Matsumoto also echoed: "If there is no rush, we can tell you when he comes back."

Went to the cafeteria?Didn't you make yourself a bento last night?

Miyajima Qingluan nodded slightly, thanked the two in a low voice, turned around and left.

"This short-haired senior is so beautiful!" After the senior left, Saito immediately excitedly said: "The face is super beautiful, and the figure is super hot! I didn't know that the school still has such..."

"Keep down, I want to die." Matsumoto was startled, subconsciously turned his head to look around, and interrupted in a low voice.

"You know her?" Saito scratched his head in bewilderment, and lowered his voice.

"Miyajima Qingluan, the head of the archery department, led our high school to enter the National Conference last year. In the women's individual competition, he won the gold medal with a total score of 108 arrows and 0 misses. He is a super powerful character! Because he is the first in our school A national champion, the principal put the certificate of honor directly in the office!"

hiss--

Saito gasped, "So powerful?"

"Of course! But it's a pity that it's a personal honor. The team group can't even make it to the semi-finals. Except for Miyajima-senpai, the rest of the archery department is mediocre."

Saito was astonished, and seemed to have grasped some key points, "But why did Miyajima-senpai seek Hojo? Could it be that she also treats Hojo..."

"Only she can't."

"why?"

Matsumoto smiled mysteriously, "Have you heard about Fist of Justice, the Iron Maiden with a heart of stone?"

As soon as Saito heard it, the gossip soul immediately burned, "Say it quickly... Ah, damn it! My last egg roll!"

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