Through a remote forest, Asuka River saw two people hanging on the grass next to the campus lake.

Murata and Yamashita sat on the lakeside with their backs resting. Both of them had cigarettes in their mouths, their bodies were dirty and their faces were injured.

The grass pits around were bumpy and many places were bald. It should be caused by the person who fell to the ground holding the grass hard during the melee.

The shore was even more miserable. The wet soil collapsed into the lake. It was obvious that someone was thrown into the water and struggled to climb out.

"Yo, have you finished dancing?"

Murata looked at Asahikawa who was walking towards him and waved his hand, but when he moved his arm, he grinned in pain.

He was so painful that he almost squeezed the mountain down the lake with his back against his back, which caused him to scold him.

"Where is Ryosuke?" Asakawa looked around and did not see Ryosuke.

"Don't worry, that kid is very good." Murata shook his head and said.

"Hanoki went to the infirmary to get gauze and block his nose by the way." Yamashita said.

Asakawa was stunned: "What's wrong with his nose?"

"It's nothing big, but I should be glad that I just got punched in the nose in such a chaotic scene..." Murata said, "You kid doesn't know whether you care about seniors, you just think about your brother."

Asakawa also walked to the two of them and sat down. He looked at the broken plastic steel on the ground and shook his head and sighed: "If there is anything, the two seniors will not smoke so leisurely. It seems that seniors Yamazaki are right, this thing is quite useful."

He picked up a plastic steel stick that broke the black material inside, and even pinched it gently and bent it.

Seeing this, Murata's eyelids were pounding, thinking that it wasn't you, you, to dance, otherwise it would be someone else's turn to protect you?

The dozen or so people in the diving department were probably lying down in less than five minutes.

How could it be so tragic?

After a while, before the two seniors finished smoking, Ryosuke was already wandering back with a bundle of bandages and alcohol.

"Yo Xiaoming! Has the president sent it back?"

"She's gone by the subway." Asakawa looked at Ryosuke who was blocking his nose, and had never seen him look so funny.

"Does your nose still hurt?"

"It hurts so much. It turns out that fighting hurts so much! I didn't turn my head when I got punched on my nose. I just felt like the ground was lifted up, and I fell out of balance. Fortunately, after I fell, I bent my waist and protected my head without any second injury. And if the two seniors hadn't saved me, they wouldn't have been so embarrassed."

Although Ryosuke was injured in his nose, he seemed extremely excited: "Xiao Ming, do you know that I'm so old, I'm really engaged in a fight for the first time! I knocked down two of them! I felt super handsome!"

The last sentence "Si~Guoyi" is a long tone between "Si" and "ご(go)", and "Si)" bites very hard.

This pronunciation, coupled with his exaggerated body movements and expressions, sounds like a déjà vu with the long-lasting sound of the frivolous gangsters in Japanese comics.

Seeing that Ryosuke could still talk trash, Torikawa would feel relieved.

Just as the teacher always said that all the small movements of standing on the podium were clearly seen, Asukao stood on the stage and led the dance, the scene where the three people in the fencing department were domineeringly surrounded more than a dozen people was naturally clearly seen.

He once thought Ryosuke was going to suffer a loss, but it seemed that the two seniors were killing crazy tonight.

"Is there any cigarette?" he asked.

"I thought you didn't smoke." The senior Yamashita smiled and took out the cigarette box from his pocket.

Asakawa also smiled back: "It is indeed not good for the body if you don't smoke. But at this time, I think there is nothing more romantic than accompanying the seniors to hurt their bodies."

He took a cigarette from his senior at the bottom of the mountain, Murata protected him with fire, Ryosuke also came over to sit down, and the four of them sat by the lake quietly looking at the sparkling moonlight.

"This is probably the last time we went crazy." Murata's eyes were a little hazy through the lingering smoke.

Asakawa nodded: "Don't worry, senior, the fencing department will become the best club in Rendeyu High School."

Murata smiled when he heard this, and he hugged Akikawa's shoulder hard: "You guy keeps your word, I'll be relieved if you say this."

Asakawa didn't expect that his senior's evaluation of him was so high, so he smiled.

"What are the seniors doing after graduation?"

"I go to college, but I can't go to college. Although my family has some money, it's incomparable to Yamazaki and Yamashita. At most, I'll be a gangster, and I'll never lack food and clothing for the rest of my life. I'll marry a normal wife and live a normal life. After work, I go to an izakaya to drink with my colleagues, and when I go home, I hold my wife and shake the bed... It's not bad."

Murata is very free and easy. He doesn't have much hope for the future because he knows that he won't be too bad, and of course he won't be too good either.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Young people are more at ease and more at ease.

People are most afraid of being uneasy. They earn thousands of dollars a month but think that tens of thousands of dollars are just small money. That kind of mentality is the most terrifying thing.

Asakawa saw the senior's character and mentality, and he was very happy and relieved.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a business card appeared in his hand.

"If the senior doesn't mind, come to me after graduating from college! A well-behaved life also has a well-behaved enjoyment. Compared to what I said just now, the senior should also want to drink high-end sake in a high-end izakaya. When he goes home, he holds his beautiful and virtuous wife to shake the bed, right?"

Murata tilted his head and looked at the business card in Akikawa's hand, frowned and said, "Kamiya~Kamiya Co., Ltd.?"

He looked up at Asukagawa in confusion again: "Your company? Yamazaki and Hanyu have not invited me, but you also know that going to a classmate's company is very restricted! I am used to being casual and don't like to live under someone else's roof... Sorry!"

He patted Akikawa on the shoulder hard and refused this kindness freely.

But Asakawa shook his head and said softly: "This is not my company, this is my company... I think in the near future, this will become our company."

He glanced at Murata and Yamashita, then looked back at Ryosuke, and finally jumped over the campus lake and turned to the sleeping teaching building under the night sky.

He, he and him, and they.

Those teenagers with affection, righteousness and ambition in this high school are everyone.

Just as the one who Chuluno Daigo once told him, the lonely lion cannot go far, and what he needs in Aoi River is a pack of wolves willing to surrender to him.

Wolves are very ambitious animals, and as long as they become more numerous, they are fearless!

And he wanted to take these new generation wolves to bite the big guys' head wolves to death!

...

In the end, not only Murata, but also Yamashita's senior also received Asikawa's business card.

After returning home, Asakawa sent several messages to Yamazaki Senior Sister to explain what happened tonight, but the messages showed that they had not been studying. It was probably too late that the senior sister had already slept, so he decided to explain it carefully the next day.

There was nothing to say all night. After waking up the next day, Asukao looked at the few short compositions that had been read and fell into deep thought.

Opening the window to breathe fresh air, Asakusa looked at the room opposite and pulling the curtains, Ye Ying's door was also closed, probably because she had returned to her hometown.

He sighed. He was about to put on his clothes and go to wash up when the phone on the bedside sounded a message prompt.

Tomorrow Chuan was happy. He could show off his operations as long as he was willing to reply to the message, so he quickly took his phone to unlock it.

But when he saw the contact person who came to the news, he was a little disappointed.

It was actually a text message from Chuluye.

[The fake has been requested for you. I will wait for me downstairs in your house in fifteen minutes. I will bring you breakfast for you. It will be faster.]

[The person who wears looks a little bitchy and has regular occasions.]

Asuka looked at the screen of his phone and raised his eyebrows.

What's wrong with this crazy woman doing?

And the breakfast she brought was not as delicious as the one she made at home?

Does she know what I like to eat? She knows nothing!

Dingdong!

Another message was sent.

It was a photo of Lamborghini's co-pilot. There was a plastic bag on the seat, which contained a few fried dough sticks, soy milk, and boiled eggs.

Oh, let’s go!

Asuka scratched his head.

Is it true that if you have money, you can buy fried dough sticks and soy milk in Japan?

This touched on his blind spot in knowledge.
Chapter completed!