Chapter 72
The bell ringing at the end of the college entrance examination was like a pardon, sweeping the piles of test papers, endless mock exams and the rustling sound of pen tips into the corner of memory.
Like a fish that finally escaped from the fishing net, I plopped down on the large, soft sofa at home and began a one-day and one-night-long, complete "atavistic" life.
Accompanying me was Xiaokong's fat body. The food was so good that the small clothes that Jibe bought for him had long outgrown them. At this moment, he was my most loyal guard and trash can.
Specializing in my potato chips, fried chicken, pizza........
A meaningless variety show was playing on the tablet, and the host's exaggerated laughter echoed in the empty living room at midnight.
I was wearing wrinkled pajamas, my hair was a mess, and my eyelids were so heavy that they were almost stuck together, but I stared at the screen stubbornly, as if I wanted to make up for the entertainment time that had been deprived of me by "studying" for the past ten years.
As for how many points you get in the exam, which university you can go to?
The Long family has its own way.
The college entrance examination is nothing more than a traditional family skill. It allows one to experience the cultural baptism of a great country that has lasted for thousands of years, and to strengthen the family belief that "everything is inferior, only reading is superior."
Now I just want to delete the word "doing exercises" from my life dictionary forever!
The cell phone vibrated. It was the "Tokyo University Frontline War Report" sent by Oshitari.
[Oshitari Yuushi]: Atobe has officially become the new legend of the University of Tokyo.
【Oshitari Yuushi】：Attached photo.jpg
The photo shows the corridor outside a lecture hall at the University of Tokyo.
Atobe was surrounded by students. He was wearing a simple white shirt and dark trousers. His posture was as straight as a bamboo, and the lines of his profile appeared even more profound under the light coming through the glass window.
There was a hint of his usual proud and assertive curve at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were still sharp when they swept across the camera, but they were more steady and composed than when he was in middle school, as if he was in control of the overall situation.
Just standing there, it was as if she had her own spotlight effect, easily grabbing everyone's attention.
[Yuushi Oshitari]: The tennis club has been reorganized smoothly, and several of the old players from the junior high school have also come.
[Oshitari Yuushi]: The scale of the fan club... well, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as 'overwhelming'.
[Oshitari Yuushi]: But the most interesting thing is this. [Link: Tokyo University Forum - "Mist Disperses, Scenery Emerges" Club Recruitment (President: Rie Tanaka)]
I clicked on the link and nearly choked to death on a mouthful of Coke.
The forum posts were extremely unique, with only one line of bold text on the main post:
"The fog has dissipated and the scenery is revealed. It's worth investing! Support the sweetest couple and be the brightest light bulb!"
Poster ID: Rie Tanaka.
The number of replies below is zero.
[Oshitari Yuushi]: According to Tanaka, this is an exclusive fan club for Atobe & Kiriyama that she founded, dedicated to discovering and protecting all the beautiful interactions between the two (currently known interactions: none).
[Oshitari Yuushi]: Current members: President Tanaka Rie.
[Oshitari Yuushi]: And, the vice president she just forced into the guild, I am. Smile.jpg
I hugged Xiaokong and rolled on the sofa, laughing so hard that tears came out.
Rie Tanaka, ever since she was in junior high school and secretly supported me and Atobe, and then sent Atobe all kinds of photos of me to help him, after entering university, she even directly raised the banner of being a fan of the couple.
My fingers flew as I sent Oshitari a "Well done" emoticon. By the way, I opened Instagram and skillfully liked several of Atobe's latest photos of the training ground and the group photos of the freshman exchange meeting.
In the photo, his racket-swinging posture is still gorgeous and powerful, his eyes are focused and aggressive, as if the "King" who calls the shots in Ice Emperor has never left.
Atobe's video call request popped up quickly.
On the other side of the screen, he stood against the backdrop of the lush trees and ancient brick-red buildings of the University of Tokyo campus. He had just finished training, his hair slightly damp, and he was wearing a tracksuit. His breathing was still a little unsteady, but his eyes were startlingly bright.
"Did you finish the exam?" he asked first. His voice was slightly hoarse from exercise, and a smile spread from his eyes. "How did you feel?"
"Don't mention it! I'm a loser now!" I collapsed on the sofa and yawned without any image. "I just want to lie down and eat until the end of time!"
He chuckled softly, his eyes full of doting: "It's time to have a good rest. What are your plans for summer vacation? This master..."
"Ah, that's what I was going to tell you!" I interrupted him immediately, sitting up straight and forcing a sorry expression on my face. "I might not be able to go to Japan to see you during the summer vacation."
The smile on Atobe's face froze instantly, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Hmm?"
"Second brother!" I immediately pulled out my ultimate weapon, my tone tinged with a hint of cautious "fear." "He said... the end of the college entrance examination is just the beginning. He wants to take me on a 'travel and study tour' to several European countries, to conduct on-site inspections of the family business, and by the way... well, to experience the cultural heritage of different countries."
I sighed, my shoulders drooping. "Second brother... you know him, he's the most unyielding and fierce person. I... I don't dare to mention anything else to him."
I lowered my eyelashes just in time to hide the guilty feeling that flashed across my eyes.
There was silence on the other side of the screen for a few seconds. Atobe's lips were pursed, and a trace of obvious loss and struggle flashed across his brows.
He obviously wanted to say "I can go with you", but he had obviously heard of the reputation of "the most ferocious second brother" Long Yun from Long Yao, which was extremely intimidating.
In the end, he just sighed helplessly and raised his hand to rub his brow: "...I know. Stay safe and keep in touch."
The tone of voice carried a hint of reluctance and compromise after being suppressed by a powerful force.
The plan works!
The little devil in my heart made a proud gesture.
After hanging up the video, I immediately called my sixth brother Long Yang.
The voice of Sixth Brother, who was deliberately lowering his voice, came from the other end of the phone: "...Hello? Xiaojiu? Sixth Brother... ahem... I'm afraid this time..."
"Okay, Sixth Brother, stop pretending," I ruthlessly pointed out, "Last time you feigned illness to trick Eighth Brother into covering for you at the temple fair, you used this same 'weak breath' and 'funeral music playing in the background' trick."
There was silence on the other end of the line for two seconds, and then Sixth Brother's energetic, somewhat embarrassed laugh rang out: "Hehe, Xiaojiu still understands me! Tell me, how long do you want Sixth Brother to be 'sick'? To what extent do you want him to be 'sick'? Myocarditis? Appendicitis? Or..."
"It's not that exaggerated!" I quickly stopped him from talking nonsense. "Just 'overworked and in need of rest.' Just temporarily transfer the day-to-day decision-making power of several core projects in Japan to me. I'll talk to my uncle about it."
"Deal!" Sixth Brother agreed readily. "I wish you and Kotobe have fun in Tokyo! Remember to draw a fortune for me!"
After dealing with my sixth brother, I took the application for "Business Supervision Study in Japan" that I had prepared long ago and knocked on the door of my uncle's study.
My uncle was reading a document with his reading glasses. After listening to my impassioned speech about "going to the front line to learn and improve my own abilities for the sake of the family business", he didn't even raise his eyelids. He just glanced at me over the top of his reading glasses. His eyes were as sharp as X-rays, as if they instantly penetrated all my high-sounding excuses and directly illuminated the figure of a gorgeous young master under the Tokyo Tower.
He said nothing, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upwards imperceptibly, then he picked up the red seal on the corner of the table and, with a "snap", firmly stamped it at the end of the application form.
The bright red ink is like a silent permission.
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