Chapter 100 Black Girl's Crystal Necklace

Ebisu seemed to be accustomed to using silence to deal with most of the situations he found difficult.

Suzuki Sonoko feels like she is a big, bold "troublesome" person.

Under the premise that her radar could not detect clear signs of love, no matter how they got along, it felt very awkward. In the end, no one knew who started it, but Ebisu naturally gave her a lesson.

How should I put it...

While watching the magic demonstration, Sonoko thought: As a husband, it seems natural for me to act as a guide for my wife, right?

But because there is Yato in front of her, strictly speaking, Suzuki Sonoko is not really a newbie who knows nothing.

At least with the precedent of Yato, who was a god who could only cut things and whose combat effectiveness would be reduced by 80% without a divine weapon, Sonoko knew very well that most gods, apart from their main job of controlling others, did not have any fancy and cool skills.

Mainly rely on artifacts.

——If it only competes in magic tricks, it may not even be able to defeat the raccoon cat that has become a spirit in the deep mountains and forests.

But Ebisu knows a lot.

Style, technique, method.

Rather than being a god, his knowledge is more like that of a senior wizard who has worked diligently for decades.

Sonoko always felt subconsciously that something might be wrong here, but she would never torture herself with things she couldn't figure out. So after seeing the burly men in black suits transform into swords, spears, axes, halberds, hooks and forks one by one, this little bit of doubt suddenly made her whole body (mainly her mouth) become an "O" shape in shock.

There was also a little brother who suddenly turned into a small carved stool.

Not to mention combat weapons and daily necessities, even the long windbreaker and gloves Ebisu had worn before were all transformed from divine artifacts by his soul!

At that time, Sonoko felt that she might not be able to become a good god.

After all, carrying several people with you sounds heavy and can make you bald.

He endured the day on the verge of baldness until dark, and Yuanzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She pretended to turn her head and look out the window, then let out an exaggerated "Ouch!" and said, "It's already this late, I should go back."

Because the day and night in Takama-ga-hara are actually a simulation, although everyone also lives through the alternation of day and night, they do not have the common human perception that "dark days must be used for sleeping."

After hearing this, Ebisu was a little slow to react and just said "Oh" in a lukewarm tone.

Yuanzi actually heard a hint of "frustration" from this short interjection.

Ah, Miss Suzuki said in her heart in a condescending tone: He really loves me.

Because there was a problem with her love perception radar, Sonoko really couldn't figure out the scale of her interactions with this "fiancé". She felt that this day would be awkward from beginning to end, but helplessly, his attitude seemed to be gradually softening.

When saying goodbye, Ebisu patted the corner of her clothes very gentlemanly.

Yuanzi originally wanted to take a photo back as a sign of respect, but before taking the photo, she suddenly remembered that his clothes were distorted. She was afraid of touching the wrong place, so she put her hand down abruptly.

The scene then became even more awkward.

After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Ebisu took her hand and shook it firmly, saying goodbye: "See you next time."

Yuanzi hummed softly, and what she really thought was: The next time we meet, it will probably be half a year before we get married.

By this calculation, she will be very busy in the second half of the year.

As a result, when Miss Suzuki, who had become an official god, went to the Yuzhu Tower to report the good news to the Golden Old Man, she was suddenly told by the assistant who had served her for more than half a month: Do you still remember the previous physical examination plan about human evolution?

"The local competitions are over, and the national competition is almost here. After all, the Suzuki Group is paying for the title sponsorship. Do you... have time to make an appearance?"

——Even the machines for physical examinations are ready!

Yuanzi suddenly realized: Yes, I gave some sponsorship fee at the beginning.

The competition is almost over, why hasn’t the organizing committee of this competition contacted me once?

The doubt only flashed by, and then she found a new point of confusion: "Old Huang Jin, no, the Yu family has already returned, why do you still want me to be responsible for this matter?"

The assistant hesitated and said, "The Yu family has other things to do, and the old man is old after all, so he needs to rest occasionally."

Yuan Zixin said that if he wanted to rest, then let his son take over, why did he look for me!

No, he has no son.

——Damn, he doesn’t have a son either!

Miss Suzuki, who was infertile, felt sorry for herself for a while, but out of a subtle sense of sympathy (she thought of herself fifty years later), she hummed incoherently twice and reluctantly agreed.

Looking back, she thought: Oh no!

She had forgotten the speech she was going to give when meeting the Prime Minister eight hundred years ago. After sitting in the car and trying to recall it for a long time, she only remembered that the first sentence was "Hello".

Suzuki Sonoko knocked her forehead twice on the car window dejectedly, feeling miserable.

Because I wasn't sure the extent of my infertility, I didn't dare inform my parents right away. I also had two weddings coming up in the second half of the year...

The grooms are all different!

Fortunately, the venues are a world away, and the ethnicity of the main guests is also very different - at least there is no need to worry about the guests bumping into familiar faces and being embarrassed when holding glasses to each other (spreading hands)

She was supposed to use her vacation time to watch the middle and high school students play games and to check their physicals one by one. After the summer vacation, it was time for the autumn shooting. She packed up her things and went to buy a gift for Yato.

So many people to coax.

There's so much to do.

Yuanzi sighed: I'm so busy.

The next day, she really got busy.

The main job is to watch videotapes.

The attitudes of the old professors at the Nanakamado Research Institute also became a little strange.

To be specific, maybe it's more... passionate?

Anyway, Yuanzi sat in the middle surrounded by stars, watching several national-level basketball games while dozing off.

Because her interest was not here, she could not tell who was winning or losing from the beginning to the end. These colorful young men were running faster than each other on the track.

In the intervals between fighting the sleepyhead, Yuanzi couldn't even connect the game clips, so much so that after watching three games in a row with six schools on the field, she couldn't even tell who was on the same team with whom!

——I just felt that one person passed by quickly, and then another person passed by quickly.

Sometimes there is always one person missing during the fight.

It's a chore to look at.

Three hours later, the projection equipment was turned off and the lights were turned on.

An old professor rolled his glasses and asked her expectantly, "Don't you think something is wrong?"

He was talking about the course of the game.

Yuanzi, who almost slept through the entire game, rubbed her eyes blankly and shook her head hesitantly.

The old professor's expression suddenly fell.

Maybe he is secretly wondering if this child is blind?

——This old man likes to mutter, and he said this sentence unconsciously.

Actually, at the beginning, Yuanzi thought something was wrong, thinking "This guy jumps so high!", but later she found out: out of ten people on the field, eight of them can jump that high!

Doesn't this make us all seem ordinary?

In Ms. Suzuki's simple worldview, she even started to worry: Are the remaining two people not well developed?

The old professor muttered to himself for a long time. Yuanzi felt that in his eyes, he might be a "rotten wood that cannot be carved", but the other party showed a strong desire to preach, and had a persistent spirit of "even if you are a rotten wood, I will make you into a talented person."

What are you trying to achieve, old man?

She thought so in confusion.

However, over there, the old professor, who had finished comforting himself, had already decided: he would invite Lord Suzuki to watch the live version!

Yuanzi thought to herself that if my father hadn't told me to listen to the old man for the time being, I would have gone home to sleep at this time.

Then she had an idea and said, let's change the event and go watch karate!

It was a public-funded trip, and since it was a national competition, she thought Xiaolan would definitely not fall asleep.

She can also expedite the ordering of a light board and have a national-level researcher wave a glow stick for Xiaolan. How impressive!

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something was wrong: these old guys are looking at everyone with suspicion now, and Yukimura Seiichi's freedom is still restricted. Don't involve Xiaolan in this -

——It is said that any inspection is to protect the legitimate rights and interests of the people, but the government is best at advocating sacrificing the self for the greater good. Even if a problem is really found and several people need to be dissected, Xiaolan must not be among them!

We must nip this possibility in the bud!

Then he turned around and said, "Let's go play basketball."

Miss Suzuki, unashamedly distorting right and wrong, said, "After all, I'm blind, so the video can't be accurate. Let's take a look at the scene. Maybe there's a way to save him."

The old professor probably didn't expect her to change her mind so quickly. His thoughts were still on the topic of karate, and he sighed with emotion: "Karate is indeed a sport worth noting. There was a fighter who had a 400-game winning streak and was even exported abroad. Unfortunately, after setting records and gaining international fame, it's become more difficult to move."

"If we really want to touch him, I guess we can only do it when the opponent is injured and may be eliminated and become a meteor. Then we can come forward to provide some supernatural medical assistance."

The old man's tone could be said to be full of regret.

But Yuanzi almost laughed out loud.

——With such a royal dish in front, Xiaolan’s ordinary signature dish is instantly safe!

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The next morning, the high school basketball men's summer cup finals

Luoshan beats Tonghuang.

The third place was decided yesterday, and the winner was Yangquan.

Yuanzi sat in the corner of the stands, surrounded by seven old men and women over 60 years old. As soon as the game started, she felt a sense of confusion as to "who am I, where am I, and what should I do".

As a result, the atmosphere on the scene immediately became lively as soon as the game started (Luoshan’s cheerleading team was so professional!).

Yuanzi didn't feel sleepy without realizing it, but from the beginning to the end, she felt that the playing was quite normal. Even if it was a bit exaggerated, it was only at the level of "our country has many basketball talents".

The old professor (he was the director and chief spokesperson, and naturally sat next to His Highness Suzuki) squinted his eyes for a long time and said, "That's not right."

Sonoko: "What's wrong?"

Are you blind too?

The old professor didn't care about her obvious criticism and said angrily, "Those key figures in the previous video didn't even appear today!"

Yuanzi muttered "Really?" in a cheering tone, then turned around to look at the field, as if he had realized something.

The color of this hair...does seem a bit plain?

On the other side, the old director felt sincerely: This is a pretty big deal!

After all, although the competition time of each event is roughly the same, the schedule varies greatly, so Yuzhu Tower uses the name of "post-match strengthening training" and arranges the time after all the competitions are over.

——The official (sponsor Suzuki) claims to give all outstanding talents the opportunity to further improve themselves. In order to arrange training courses that are truly in line with each person's qualities, every athlete selected to participate in the training (regardless of the event) needs to undergo a comprehensive physical examination.

This range covers almost the top eight teams in all events.

As a result, in the basketball event, the ones with the most obvious problems actually hid themselves secretly!

The old director took out the list that he had initially screened based on the video in the early years and took a closer look: he discovered that the variant A-001 (they usually only remember the number, and have a much clearer understanding of the target's physical parameters than the intuitive appearance in the photo) was from Luoshan.

His last name happens to be Akashi.

When someone reached the level of the old director, he saw the surname Akagi and didn’t think of the three major financial groups: he was thinking of the young lady of the Akashi family who died early. Before she got married, it seemed that her surname was Chang?

As for the Chang family's eyes, there is something wrong with them, inherited from their ancestors.

According to the genealogy, this child is a grandson, and his bloodline is also from the legitimate direct line.

In other words: there might be something wrong with his eyes!

The old director knew that De Chang had been criticized for many years for his ability and character because of his eye problems (mainly because he made a deal with the demons for power, and the deal was broken after the payment was made). Even though De Chang was the only one left among the ten demon-killing companies, he was still secretly dissed at every meeting.

Therefore, the people in their family are also very sensitive about people mentioning their eye problems.

Although the Yuzhu Tower is controlled by Fei Shiyuan, it is scattered and has left many marginal positions for other forces to place people. This is the breathing space deliberately left for each family after the Golden King unified the underground world with iron-blooded means.

After a long time, a tacit understanding is formed.

Yu Zhuta would not have nothing better to do and deliberately violate the taboos of these ancient families. There was a taboo on the eyes, and it was okay to hide a child - after all, this was a sample survey, one more or one less would not make much difference - the reason they were allowed to place people in the first place was to give each family time to react before the conflict. Yu Zhuta was also afraid that he would step on the landmine by not paying attention and tear his relationship apart, which would be embarrassing for everyone.

But Akashi was hiding alone. Why didn’t the other two boys from the same junior high school as him show up in the end?

The old director looked through the information and he was not wrong: there was a Qingfeng in Tonghuang and a Ziyuan in Yangquan.

In the final, why did the ace suddenly disappear from the stage?

Isn't this obviously an attempt to evade inspection?

The old director praised him insincerely, saying that this kid named Akashi was very loyal. He was promoted to high school, but he still wanted to take care of his former team members.

I don't know what he was thinking about, but he crumpled the edges of the document like the edges of pickled vegetables that had been chewed too much.

Yuanzi listened to him muttering until the end of the third period, and she felt hungry after listening to him.

Over there, the old professor was still teaching by example, saying, "What the Chang family did was clearly excessive. When encountering such a situation, they must be reprimanded!"

Yuanzi held her belly and coaxed the old man, saying, "Okay, okay, can you criticize me by name?"

"I'll report back to the Golden Old Man and talk to their parents about life, oh~"

When the old professor heard this, she seemed to be choked suddenly. However, an old lady sitting behind her sighed earnestly and took over the task of educating her.

The old lady said, "You've grown up enough. Don't push everything onto the Yu family. The Chang family is just being polite, but it's not excessive. We acknowledge that they can 'take care of themselves,' but we don't stipulate that they can't 'help the world,' right? Besides, it's just a matter of taking care of a few children we're on good terms with."

"Don't you have selfish motives in this matter?"

Yuanzi accepted the advice respectfully, but rolled her eyes in her heart: It was because she was selfish. If it weren't for these people forcing her, she wouldn't have thought that the Chang family was wrong.

Besides, don’t you know that people have discovered your plan and are hiding it on purpose?

Maybe those geniuses (or super-powered candidates) just think the competition is too boring and don’t want to waste their time?

What she guessed was actually the truth.

Meanwhile, the old lady continued to instruct, "So you don't need to be overly obvious, but you absolutely must show it. Even if you're tacitly approving their hiding of someone for the sake of your demon-hunting lineage, you still need to make them realize that you noticed their actions, but simply ignored them."

Sonoko thought to herself, why is it me again? Who wants to chat with someone from the Akashi family?

She had met Akashi Seishin several times when she was a child, and he looked even scarier than Daomingsi Feng - his aura was not just cold and hard, it was completely undisguised ferocity!

And his wife...

The lady seemed to be called Shiori. She looked very gentle, but Sonoko had always disliked her since she was a child.

Maybe it was the smell or the aura that was off, but she felt uncomfortable when someone got close to her. That's why Sonoko avoided the Akashi family since she was little. She even found an excuse not to go to their son's fifteenth birthday party (which was a formal introduction of the heir, and quite grand).

So much so that Miss Suzuki spent a long time trying to recall the heir's name but still couldn't remember it.

She was so distressed that she wanted to scratch her hands.

An old man with a white beard suddenly began to speak earnestly, muttering, "The Fifth King left a deep wound on the Yu family back then. Recently, his clan has become restless again. Who knows what trouble they will cause? The Yu family is already overwhelmed. Can you please stop being so careless? How can you do whatever you want?"

Yuanzi said that I felt awkward with their family members...

"It's been awkward for more than ten years!"

——Besides, my last name is Suzuki, and if you guys act like you're waiting for me to take care of the old man in his old age, I might misunderstand that I changed my last name to Guo Changlu!

Whitebeard didn't feel awkward at all, and spoke earnestly as if her last name really was Guo Changlu, explaining, "It's normal to feel awkward."

"Demon exorcists raise demons as shikigami. They claim the power they use is spiritual, but it's actually tinged with demonic energy," he gestured. "If Lady Akashi were to carry more of the accessories and protective gear made by the main family (referring to the farm), the smell would undoubtedly be even stronger. Your aversion to such things is instinctive."

Yuanzi thought that her instinct was just right.

"You can't force me to change even my instincts, right?"

The old professor chuckled, the point being, "These are extraordinary times. You really need to find a way to control your instincts!"

"No matter how pungent the smell of monsters is, it can't be stronger than the smell of the evil gods of Huangquanjin Kingdom. Look, even so, the annual God's Conference still goes on without a hitch. It's not a big deal to be annoying. Who doesn't have something they hate?"

"When I was young, I hated eating seaweed, but that doesn't mean I would die if I ate it. So when I was starving, I would still choose to eat seaweed."

After hearing this vivid metaphor, Yuanzi applauded the old man.

But she still didn't understand: How did this suddenly become an either-or choice?

She also has to choose "go"!

The life and death of Yuzhu Tower has nothing to do with her, right?

But these elderly people were very patient. They read one after another, and their tone was particularly earnest. They often tried to put themselves in other people's shoes or use parallelism, which put her under a lot of pressure.

Sonoko thought to herself that it was fine - she would go back and ask her assistant to write a criticism notice and send it to the Nakagawa family's email address (or send a copy to Akashi as well).

At least she can press the send button!

I decided very passively not to go to Yuzhu Tower to report after watching the game, and go home directly to eat.

Seeing that the naughty child refused to listen and that they could not find the planned living materials on the scene to teach him the course on identifying outsiders, several old professors left with concerns.

Yuanzi, alone, took out his phone and prepared to call the driver.

Suddenly a call came in.

He claimed to be the secretary of the xxxx chairman of the organizing committee of this Summer Cup.

The first question was: "Excuse me, is this Ms. Suzuki?"

Sonoko: “Hmm?”

Secretary: "Are you in the meeting room now?"

Sonoko: “Hmm?”

The secretary smiled and said, "I knew you would be here."

Yuanzi always felt that the man's tone was strange, and she had an urge to say "I'm not here".

The secretary, who was probably new and didn't sound too old, told her, "Although your sponsorship is mainly focused on the subsequent training programs, the initial title sponsorship fee can also gain a certain amount of exposure. Especially now, you have the opportunity to present awards to the winning contestants!"

The tone throughout the whole process is similar to [Are you surprised? Are you happy? jpg]!

Yuanzi thought, "For advertising, go to the advertising department; for publicity, go to the public relations department; and for award giving, why don't you at least send me the specific process a week in advance?"

Such a joke, is it to appease the child or to get rid of people?

I actually found a way to get her phone number...

wrong.

Sonoko suddenly remembered: After studying Yukimura, the old men and women said they wanted to conduct an investigation under the name of training. Sonoko still had the honorary title of second-in-command at that time, and was a little more responsible than she is now.

Not only did she approve the request, she also thought of the several training bases her uncle had set up back then (the tennis section occupied the largest area, and since he had tried hard but failed, there was a time when he sincerely wanted to cultivate the second Nanjiro Echizen).

Those places have been gathering dust for several years as my uncle's interests shifted, and now they can be used!

Since she didn't expect to make any money from this, she meant that she didn't have to pay more rent, and it would be fine as long as the hospital replaced the grass and cleaned up the place.

Otherwise, it would be deserted like a haunted house in the deep mountains and forests.

The old gentlemen reciprocated by saying that the state should still do the work, but Suzuki could take the credit.

Let’s just say that the entire race was sponsored by Suzuki.

Yuanzi thought about it and decided it was okay, because the instrument and drug inspectors were the ones who made the most money, and she felt embarrassed to take advantage of the public, so she signed a sponsorship fee.

Not much, but enough to buy a brand name.

She didn't tell her family about the money, but used her pocket money to pay it off, so she filled in her own contact number!

Thinking of this, Yuanzi looked at the phone that was still on the call with a subtle expression.

——So the guy with a strange tone on the other end of the phone was really the one sent by this season’s organizing committee to contact her?

But the one that Fei Shiyuan is promoting should be the big brand of the Suzuki Group...

What's with this petty attitude?

On the phone, the secretary kept chattering, "The trophy is awarded by the association's director, but each team member also has to wear a medal. You can go and bring the medal to the champion team!"

Ms. Suzuki looked up and saw that there was 1 minute and 59 seconds left in the fourth quarter.

Is your organizing committee always so "last-minute" in notifying sponsors?

Over there, the secretary said, "Ms. Suzuki, remember to get ready quickly. This match is being broadcast on TV, and there's a five-minute commercial break between the end and the awards ceremony. Don't be late."

Then she hung up the phone.

Yuanzi held up her cell phone, completely stunned.

Where did this makeshift team come from...

Don’t you give advance notice of the award presenters?

If she comes to watch the game wearing an old man's sweatshirt and sandals, how will she face people over there?

Fortunately, whenever Suzuki Sonoko came out of the Onozu Tower, she would always wear something very formal and antique (the work clothes prepared by others were like this). After she got used to it, she would change into whatever was brought to her.

Now when I look down, this dress is really out of touch with reality!

First of all, it is inconvenient to walk.

Ms. Suzuki rolled up her long sleeves and walked backstage following the indicator lights. According to the schedule that the other party had given her temporarily, she would walk out of the corridor with the person in charge, take two photos with the arranged media, and then go to present medals to the champion and runner-up.

It's very formalistic.

However, after calculating the naming fee, the garden felt that this little bit of formalism was barely a profit. Although he felt a little angry, he forced himself to ignore it.

She wasn't particularly prone to temper.

Because it was not a professional-level competition, less emphasis was placed on security. The cheerleaders were all students from the participating schools. When the competition was over, those who had a good time would go directly backstage to watch the seniors, so that not long after the competition ended, there were more people backstage than in the stands.

Miss Suzuki stood at the door for three minutes, and even after her secretary called for the second time, she still couldn't squeeze through.

The other party started with a slightly anxious question.

"Where are you now? It's about to start in three minutes..."

Sonoko originally wanted to say that the government agency (not a real government, but semi-private) is not a human being, and the sponsor's schedule probably follows the person in charge - does your stupid chairman know the status of the Suzuki Group?

Not only did he not inform us in advance and make arrangements, but he actually urged us in such a tone!

But think about it, the higher you go, the more you can feel the pressure of the big conglomerates. The small fish and shrimps at the bottom, on the contrary, think that this wave is just someone paying money for fame, not to mention that the money has been spent now.

No matter how famous the Suzuki Group is, not just any person from it will be treated with fear and trepidation.

After all, the cleaner at the Suzuki Building cannot represent Suzuki.

But Suzuki Sonoko can.

Originally, she just wanted to help and give a support, and she never cared about appearances. But at this moment, she sensitively heard a hint of blame in the secretary's anxious tone.

Miss Suzuki stood in the crowded backstage, stunned for a moment, and hung up the phone on the spot.

——This seems to be a very serious attitude problem, right?

Although she always said that she wanted to marry into the family, Sonoko still had to attend classes when she didn't have a fiancé: because without a fiancé, she would be the heir to the Suzuki family.

Emiya Kiritsugu hasn't announced it yet, and she's the heir. If she lets the personal secretary of the XX association's president, who can be summoned and dismissed at will, and dictate the moves five minutes before the start...

Then the Suzuki family would have no need to save face.

This is not a question of ignorance being innocent, it is a question of principle.

The amount of money owned by the big chaebols has become a mere number, and the layout of power is also a by-product of money. In the end, all that matters is face.

If Daoming Si Si came, Sonoko guessed that he would probably smash a nearby fire alarm, wait until all those blocking the way in the venue had run away, and then swagger in through the main gate and beat up the secretary who had confused the supply and demand relationship and acted arrogantly.

Even if she is a woman.

Sonoko thought that it was actually quite cowardly to just turn hostile and leave, no matter whether they could get back at him later (the so-called person in charge would definitely come to apologize and ask for forgiveness), but at this moment, they were really stepping on Suzuki's face.

After hesitating for a long time, she thought about whether she should find an alarm and smash it just for show.

Miss Suzuki, wearing a long robe, followed the mark and turned two steps, then caught up with a pink-haired girl in the corner who was leaning against the fire alarm and making a phone call!

She looked quite anxious, so the understanding Miss Sonoko decided to wait for her.

The pink-haired girl said to the phone, "The awards ceremony will begin in three minutes. Where are you, A-Da?"

In the blink of an eye, a hand suddenly stretched out from the place blocked by the wall!

A squinty-eyed man wearing black-framed glasses took the phone naturally and said in a gentle tone, "Qingfeng, remember, the preferential treatment and exemptions given by the school are to increase the school's reputation for recruiting. If you find the competition boring, it's fine if you don't participate. After all, we are both runners-up. But there will be occasions where we will need to show up. As the ace of the Miracle Generation, Qingfeng, you'd better cooperate quickly. We're still waiting for screenshots for next year's recruitment brochure."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

——The smile is very gentle, and the actions are very decisive!

The pink-haired girl was very anxious, spinning in circles on the spot, muttering, "A-Da barely passed the test last time, and he was caught sleeping in class by the teacher. If he gets caught this time, he'll probably be forced to take extra classes during the summer vacation!"

Imayoshi Xiangyi did not change his smile, but turned his head sharply and saw Suzuki Sonoko standing sideways at the corner.

"Oh," he said with a distinct Kansai accent, "Is this young lady lost?"

Yuanzi shuddered subconsciously, but soon became a little confused by the laughter.

When she came to her senses again, the man with glasses had already brought her back to the left entrance of the venue.

As soon as Yuanzi saw the gate, her frustrating memories instantly came back to her. No matter how nice the squinty-eyed handsome guy's voice sounded, it couldn't persuade her to take a step forward!

Because he unconsciously recalled the phone calls just now, Yuanzi's anger level quickly returned to its peak and he left in a rage.

Over there, Jinji saw the noisy atmosphere in the venue, and could vaguely hear Luo Shanke's energetic and repetitive cheering. He casually pulled on the sleeve of a bystander and asked, "Hasn't the awards ceremony started yet?"

The action was actually a bit abrupt, but his tone and expression were very natural, and the aura was harmonious. The passerby was stunned for a moment, but finally replied, "It seems like something happened. They said the number of medals was wrong or something, and the staff had to go back to get another one, so it will take a while longer."

Tao Jing instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great," she counted on her fingers, "It'll take at least fifteen minutes to go there and back. Ah Da will definitely make it!"

I turned around and called to urge them to come.

However, Jinji seemed to have noticed something and looked around, and found that the young lady who had followed them to find the way had disappeared without a trace.

On the outside of the lawn behind the exit of the venue, the "missing" Miss Yuanzi was feeling a little depressed because of the sun. Although there was nothing abnormal physically, she was still used to being a human psychologically and always felt that she would get heatstroke at any second.

——Psychological effects affect physiology, and one may even feel dry mouth and tongue.

Yuanzi looked around and saw a vending machine under the road sign at the corner ahead.

There was a man standing in front of the machine.

He was wearing black leather, black clothes, a black bag and black shoes. He seemed to be still asleep, with a slightly hunched back. He was inserting coins while answering the phone. I didn't know what the other party said. He seemed very irritable, and kept replying with words like "I know" and "You're nagging".

But his hands were still lazy.

I put coins into the machine three times, but the thing kept flashing for a long time and still malfunctioned and didn't produce any goods.

I was very angry.

Yuanzi walked over slowly and saw him leave cursing. The indicator light seemed to be still faulty. She stared at the machine for a while, then tapped it lightly with an expressionless face.

Ding-dong-dong——

With a crisp sound, the row of lights on the machine lit up one by one, and the coin stuck in the middle of the machine seemed to fall into the box smoothly. Then, because the selection button was not pressed, the first drink in the first row fell out automatically.

A can of sweet milk.

Yuanzi stared at the machine for a while, thinking that her luck was still at max. However, she was angry now, and drinking carbonated drinks would be more refreshing. She thought of taking out the can first, but the machine was indeed old. She stretched out her hand for a long time before she could just touch the can.

Before he could straighten his back, a shadow suddenly fell over his head.

Yuanzi blinked and looked up tentatively.

The black face from before is back again.

So——high!!!

Suzuki Sonoko's neck was sore from leaning back that she realized she could stand up straight first. She was still holding the can of sweet milk in her hand. Although she wanted to say that with her status, she would never be tempted by a passerby for a drink, but this posture seemed to imply that she was secretly taking advantage of him.

The man in front of me is quite handsome, but he has a sarcastic look in his eyes and is as tall as a wall, which makes him look very oppressive.

Yuan Zi thought, is he going to hit me?

But getting beaten for a can of sweet milk was humiliating. If Daomingsi knew about it, she would never be able to see anyone again.

But because this guy is really handsome, Sonoko is very kind (if this guy gets angry and tries to grab it and hits her, he will probably suffer bad luck for a long time, and he is innocent, so why bother?)

She raised her hand and handed the jar forward, her body language saying in capital letters: Here you go.

Aomine Daiki looked down at her.

He has never had any skill in reading people's expressions, although it is mostly due to laziness, but objectively speaking, he has low emotional intelligence and is a bit stupid (in Midoriya's words). But surprisingly, he can actually understand what the guy in front of him means.

If Midorima saw this, he would probably say congratulations, you finally ran into a magical creature that is dumber (lazier?) than you, right?

The magical creature before him raised his hand again.

Qingfeng snorted, "Who wants something this sweet?"

He flicked his tongue against his palate and looked down at the girl in front of him: In fact, he could only see the top of her head, which made her face look very small, with a tiny chin. She was also dressed very delicately. In Qingfeng Daihui's opinion, she was dressed like a high-end doll.

Overall, it's not his main dish, but it's not too bad either.

Aomine-kun prided himself on not arguing with girls, so he pressed her on the head (he was used to pressing Momoi and Sakurai), and his tone unexpectedly became a little better.

He said, “I’ll give you a drink.”

He said it in a very casual way.

Miss Suzuki was furious at that moment.

——The adults in charge are not in the country every day. Have they forgotten which way the Suzuki family’s door faces?

——There was a guy in front who was just trying to get attention by sending her away, but now strangers he met on the street started beating her up!

The evil fire that had accumulated in Yuanzi instantly rushed to his head, and his blood vessels seemed to be crackling with anger, and he wanted to hit someone with money.

Unfortunately, she followed Yu Zhuta's car today. She was used to being taken care of by the assistant, and her clothes were not very convenient, so she hadn't carried a checkbook in her arms for a long time.

I drew my sword and looked around, feeling confused!

Suzuki Sonoko never thought that there would be a day when she wanted to spend money but had no money with her!

For some reason, Miss Suzuki suddenly felt like exploding, and angrily pulled off the bracelet to hit someone.

The platinum chain with pink diamonds was bought by her herself, and it would be worth tens of millions in Japanese yen!

Smashed!

I feel very aggressive.

As a result, it hit the person's shoulder with a "biu" sound, but the shoulder remained motionless (even the folds of the clothes did not change), and the pink diamond fell down lightly by itself.

Qingfeng Daiki raised his hand reflexively, and the chain fell right into his palm.

The dark-skinned boy frowned and looked at it for a long time.

"Just for a can of milk?"

The young lady, who felt that she had successfully convinced others with money, raised her head proudly: What else?

Qingfeng Daihui tutted, swung the chain, and said, "I'm a Virgo, so I either get sapphire or amethyst. Your pink one... is quite difficult to get, right?"

"May made an appointment at a familiar boutique for half a month, but the pink zodiac bracelet was always out of stock. She was furious a hundred times, but I'm not a little girl, so it's useless for you to give it to me."

Yuanzi was so stunned at that time that he was stunned.

Thoughts like [Wow, he looks so straight but he knows about zodiac signs], [I really want to ask him what my zodiac gemstone is], [Who is May], [Are you serious about comparing a few thousand yen gadget from a boutique with this], etc., kept coming to my mind.

Finally she came to a conclusion.

——It’s really hard to show off in front of a straight man, especially one who seems to know what he’s doing.

The author has something to say: The timeline at this time is after Seirin failed in the first national competition. The champion of the summer cup is Luoshan, the runner-up is Tonghuang, and the third place is Yangquan.

But none of the Miracle members played in the finals.

The bloodline of the Akashi family continues the setting of my first article.

The secretary is an idiot who is trying to cheat her boss. She really doesn't understand anything. Her concept is similar to "even rich people have a few poor relatives". Because the sponsorship fee is not much, she thinks that the boss might be a member of a side branch with the surname Suzuki and is playing around under the banner. She doesn't take it seriously and doesn't feel any psychological pressure at all.

In addition, all of Qingfeng's knowledge that is not straight enough comes from Midorima-kun.

Meeting this gentleman in Chapter 81 was truly retribution.

"How can we chat like this? You don't even dare to look at me." She forced herself to calm down and said through gritted teeth, "To tell you the truth, our family is attracted to you mainly because of the issue of control. You just need to take care of the company's affairs during the day, and at night-"

Emiya Kiritsugu had returned to his confused expression from a while ago, staring at her with his lips tightly pursed.

So Yuanzi didn't have time to finish saying the word "上" in "晚" (evening).

Because the next second, the man looked up and kissed her.

The kind that sticks out your tongue.

To be honest, it felt okay, but at one point, Yuanzi thought to herself: It tastes like red bean paste.

For Emiya Kiritsugu, the soul and the body are two completely separate parts, and pleasure and pain do not only exist in the body, but mostly come from the soul.

Because they maintained a physical relationship, all the information defined Maiya as his lover, but truly speaking from the heart, this physical relationship was not a physiological need, but a psychological need.

- A kind of psychological comfort that allows the brain to completely empty and the tired soul to get a temporary rest during strenuous physical exercise.

As long as there is no love involved, it doesn’t matter who the object is.

Ultimately, this is a skill that can be developed.

It's like killing someone.

The man with half-long hair held the girl's cheek and gently combed her hair: Since you have committed a serious sin, you have chosen to compromise.

Since there are still people who care about you.

Then there is no need to pretend to be pretentious.

After a while, the slight sticky sound weakened, and the girl with a flushed face lay in the man's arms in a daze, not coming back to her senses for a long time.

"no……"

Suzuki Sonoko's expression was blank.

"Just now," she shook her head, "just now...what were I going to do?"

When I raised my head while keeping this emoticon package of [Is there water in my brain? Listen to the clanging sound.jpg], I saw another face in front of me, whose inner thoughts could not be seen.

The blush and heartbeat that had just appeared were immediately stopped.

Miss Suzuki was exhausted: She mainly wanted to explain to this man that she didn't have to sacrifice her body, but before she could finish her words, she used her body as a token of her allegiance!

After facing such a [compromise], she went to see Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu again and finally realized why eating this meal was more tiring than chatting with him.

——Because although this man did not show any initiative after coming to eat, as long as Yuanzi picked up some food for him because she felt uncomfortable, he would definitely pick up the chopsticks and finish it.

From beginning to end, there is a mysterious sense of...submission.

Yuanzi suspected that if a kiss wasn't enough to express her determination, this man would probably just take off his clothes and have sex with her right there.

At this moment, the girl's palm was still on the man's neck. Because the kiss was so sudden, she pushed it away twice before she became confused.

Under the palm of your hand is the man's Adam's apple, which moves slowly with his breathing, and the honey soothes his heart.

The room remained silent for a long time.

“That’s not right!”

With a cry of surprise, Emiya Kiritsugu watched the girl frantically flip up from the couch, run two steps, stumble, and spin around in the small Japanese-style room, as if the tatami underneath had burned her feet.

This person was running around with his head down, muttering incoherent words such as "That's not right", "No way", "This is a serious problem", "I've never heard that this thing is hereditary..."

"Suzuki—"

Before she finished speaking, Miss Suzuki, who was spinning around in circles, suddenly looked up.

Those eyes were literally shining.

The scene felt like the end of the world, and when I opened the door, I ran into a hungry zombie.

The "zombie" froze for a few seconds, and then pounced back like a hungry tiger. Kiritsugu Emiya fell on his back on the tatami under the powerful impact (he restrained his instinct and did not dodge).

When the dizziness passed, I was faced with a small round face that looked full of hatred and resentment.

The girl was sitting right on his waist. Although the gown she was wearing was very long, it was essentially a Japanese-style skirt. In this position, he subconsciously raised his hand to support her and touched the girl's smooth thigh.

Kiritsugu Emiya's first reaction was to withdraw his hand, but then he remembered the other party's seemingly casual mention of Illya and the Vongola, and he held back his hand from moving.

In a few seconds, his cold hand slowly became as soft as the skin beneath it.

The girl looked at him seriously for a long time, and finally leaned over and kissed him.

It's not like a regular kiss.

She first touched slowly, then rubbed gently, more like licking than kissing. After two kisses, Suzuki Sonoko raised her head again, brushed away the hair that was in the way, then patted Emiya Kiritsugu's cheek and said, "I'm not very good at this, please cooperate."

The veins on the man's palm that was pressing on her leg popped, and he finally pressed the back of her head to "cooperate".

About ten minutes later, Miss Suzuki sat up straight and rubbed her body, her hands still pressed on the man's chest, her cheeks flushed due to lack of oxygen.

"You feel it."

She said it very calmly.

The young man, his clothes all torn apart, lay on his back with his face turned away, not wanting to talk to her.

The girl tried to twist his face again, but her expression was almost exquisite. "It's natural for a normally developed human to react in this state. This is the instinct of humans as animals."

Emiya Kiritsugu felt that this prince truly lived up to the reputation of being a "natural" person - this behavior was simply insane. After resorting to coercion and bribery to this extent, he should just do his job... Why did he have to make a speech?

Over there, Ms. Suzuki, halfway through her speech, had a calm expression on her face. Her eyes were filled with a hint of despair. She muttered to herself, "Why don't I have this instinct?"

Emiya Kiritsugu: Huh?

After muttering these two sentences, Yuanzi seemed to be hit hard. He turned over with a somersault and tried to open the sliding door while muttering to himself like Xianglin Sao. He walked without wearing shoes, holding on to the wall and moving forward step by step.

Only Mr. Emiya, with his clothes in disarray, was left lying there. He realized belatedly that the three goldfish that had died with their eyes open were lying behind him.

Outside the store, Suzuki Sonoko climbed into the back seat of the car trembling, feeling very hopeless about her life.

The driver adjusted the rearview mirror and asked, "Is Miss Sonoko okay?"

Miss Sonoko shook her head and said nothing, the light in her eyes gone.

As the car speed gradually increased, Suzuki Sonoko calmed down a little.

She touched her chest and thought: Is there something wrong with me?

After she tasted the bean paste-flavored kiss, a white light flashed through her mind, and her first reaction was: What the hell!

——It’s only been three days and she’s already been kissed by two men of different tastes. Is this because she’s almost an adult and another wave of romantic opportunities is coming?

My second reaction was that the sweet aftertaste of the red bean paste was really rich and refreshing.

——Butter, honey, and almond powder may be added when frying the filling.

The third question is [Do I have a problem?].

A normal girl was kissed three times, and her first reaction each time was: it was all about taste!

Emiya Kiritsugu with red bean paste flavor

Munakata Reiji with a light tea flavor

And that bitter tea-flavored Yato from yesterday.

Yuanzi smacked his lips subconsciously

Since she was four years old, she has been deeply aware that she is a straightforward face lover. When she meets a good-looking person, her IQ can drop to negative numbers. She will easily become excited and then disappear for all kinds of trivial reasons.

But in fact, this kind of throbbing is really just child's play.

Suzuki Sonoko's "like" is essentially a pursuit of inner satisfaction.

The reason why one can change one's heart so quickly, seventy or eighty times a year, is because this kind of liking is no different from eating or buying clothes. One may even subconsciously pursue a certain trend of the day.

For example, we said a few dozen chapters ago that the most handsome and ethereal male image in Sonoko's mind is Tsuruga Ren in a white suit - so it was the two seniors in the white shirt style who she had a crush on in those three months.

When the popularity of the movie died down, it felt like it was gone in a matter of minutes.

Kudo Shinichi has not been anxious at all in the past ten years because he easily saw through this point.

Yuanzi touched her chest and thought: Compared to her physical needs, her psychological needs obviously accounted for the majority...

The only time she was truly overwhelmed by the opposite sex's hormones was when Urahara-sama was standing behind the counter and touching her hair on the eve of Ichigo's departure for Soul Society.

Urahara is a good man in every way except that he hides it too deeply. Although Sonoko had feelings for him at that time, she remembered her uncle's teachings and should not have any physical involvement with the technicians. She suddenly remembered this just now and suspected that her taste might be biased towards men with mature appearance.

After all, I spent a long time with Emiya Kiritsugu, but I didn't have any extra urges at all...

Since it’s not because of taste preference, is it specifically targeting a certain person?

Miss Sonoko seriously considered changing her route to go to Urahara Shoten and molest the manager.

But she didn't know if it was because of her preconceived notions or prejudice, but when she recalled this blushing hormonal baptism now, Yuanzi was a little confused: at that time, was it because she was used to the great master's decadent and sloppy style of painting, and was stunned by the handsome face under the other party's bangs, so that her girlish heart was doubly overflowing, or was she really seduced by the hormones of the adult man, so she had a real physical impulse.

Miss Suzuki, who was entrusted with the important task of continuing the family line, thought seriously: Am I sexually apathetic?

As expected, a physical examination is still necessary. However, her father's disease is on the prostate, and she doesn't have that part of the body. The complete lack of physical desire might be a psychological factor...

etc.

Suzuki Sonoko felt as if she had been punched in the face, and thousands of horses were roaring through her mind.

Yato once said: [Sonoko's current state is no different from that of an ordinary god of fortune, the only difference is one divine power.]

Her father once said: "Our family's good fortune began the year before Sonoko was born."

The golden old man seemed to have said to her father: "Give up, your daughter can't possibly marry a human being (this was roughly what she heard from him, as she was relaying the story. Her father's point was that the other party was taking revenge for her and secretly cursing her so that she wouldn't get married)."

Sonoko thought: She now knows that the old man is really awesome. Given his ability and broad-mindedness, is that sentence... really a hidden curse?

If what her father said was true, then she could not be considered a pure person from the day she was born.

What's more, she subconsciously touched her head. Although she had been trying to ignore it, she was now a real land god with a name and a surname.

God...is there any need for that?

This is what a thunderbolt would do.

Far away, Miss Suzuki's uncle was still demanding about the quality of his sperm, but here Miss Suzuki suddenly discovered that although she still had her period on time, she might never have had the ability to secrete eggs.

Even if there were, Sonoko thought about how children were born in mythology, but between gods and ordinary humans—

——Will there be reproductive isolation?

The author has something to say: Although it has passed, I still wish you a Merry Christmas.

There were so many things to do on Monday and Tuesday, and I didn’t have a holiday on Christmas Eve. Sorry for being late for two days, I really didn’t have time to write…

Now, Mr. Emiya: This young lady wants to sleep with me, and I give in.

A few months later, Mr. Emiya: When will this young lady come to sleep with me?

It's two completely different things from two different perspectives... In my opinion, Kiritsugu papa at this stage is extremely weak, both physically (after all, he will die in five or six years) and psychologically (his outlook on life has completely collapsed). I always feel that he is written a little too strongly... His emotional scenes are so difficult to write, but I have always supported the Princess Knight so it's okay.

The God of Fortune will appear in the next chapter!

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