Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK.

Chapter 135 Mr. Backer
The next day, at 6:30 in the morning, the Amemiya family was at the dining table.

"You said Amamiya Teppei was beaten?"

Ayana Amamiya put down the fork in her hand, raised her head, and looked at the old butler standing beside her with surprise.

"Yes, ma'am."

The old butler nodded slightly and gave an affirmative answer.

He could understand his young lady's reaction very well. After all, when he heard the news, he was stunned for several seconds and even suspected that he had heard it wrong or that there was something wrong with the intelligence.

But the fact is the fact, it will not change whether you accept it or not.

"What's Amamiya Teppei's reaction?"

Amemiya Ayana picked up the fork again, picked up a piece of broccoli, put it on her plate, and took a small bite.

The taste of broccoli lingered on her tongue, and her mood inexplicably fell.

Yes, Teppei Amemiya being beaten was one of the few good news in recent times, but this good news could not dispel her dissatisfaction with the nutritious breakfast.

The longer she stayed at the Amemiya family, the more she missed the Watanabe family's meals, and the more she missed that tough-mouthed but soft-hearted troll.

I don't know what Mr. Troll is doing now.

——I guess based on his daily routine, he should have just gotten up for morning exercise at this time, right?

"No reaction, he seemed to have endured it." The old housekeeper paused, "That woman didn't make any movement either, she didn't go to the patriarch to complain like usual.

"She didn't even go to see her baby son."

This was very unexpected to him.

Compared to Teppei Amamiya, Yuki Amamiya is surprisingly easy to understand.

She is just a woman who knows nothing, has some looks, and only knows how to seduce men.

"Pay more attention, and don't be so quick to judge."

Amamiya Ayana reminded the old butler.

"Okay, miss."

The old butler nodded slightly.

“…By the way, you didn’t tell me who beat Amamiya Teppei?”

The Saint Lady suddenly realized this.

There are not many people in the Tokyo circle who can beat Teppei Amamiya and make him dare not say a word. They can be counted on one hand.

But those people are the kind of people who will not do anything without benefits. If you want them to attack Teppei Amemiya, there must be enough benefits, or Teppei Amemiya has really pissed them off.

But Teppei Amemiya would never do that.

Teppei Amemiya is a very tactful person. He will not take the initiative to provoke people he cannot afford to offend. On the contrary, he will take the initiative to build good relationships with people he cannot afford to offend. Even if it is just to maintain peace for the sake of appearance, he is happy to do so.

"Guess? I can give you a hint. You are very familiar with this person, young lady."

The old butler lowered his brows and kept the secret.

He deliberately did not mention the man's name, waiting for his young lady to ask.

"…I am familiar with it?"

Amemiya Ayana thought about the people she knew, and then her brows frowned even deeper.

The people who can come into contact with Teppei Amamiya must at least be people in the same circle, and the people in the circle that she knows will not take the initiative to provoke Teppei Amamiya.

"Yes, you are familiar with it."

The old butler was very patient.

"Any more tips?"

She was in a good mood today, so she decided to take another guess.

"You have a very good relationship with this person, and you have been very concerned about him."

The old butler continued to remind.

"…Are you talking about Watanabe Yuu?"

The darkness under the light did not last long, and Amamiya Ayana reacted belatedly.

"Yes." The old butler nodded slightly. "Amamiya Teppei was slapped at the Naoki Award Ceremony. Master Watanabe must have not used enough force when slapping him. This morning, there are still clear marks of the slap on Amamiya Teppei's face."

"..."

The Saint Miss fell silent.

She really wanted to call that idiot and ask him why he hit Teppei Amamiya.

It is not advisable to make enemies when you are not yet fully grown.

If she remembered correctly, there were many media at the Naoki Award ceremony. For that group of media, it was very tempting to hear news of a violent incident break out right after someone won the Naoki Award.

This event itself has generated a lot of heat.

Once things start to ferment and public opinion is stirred up, the situation will be very unfavorable for Mr. Troll.

This is really not a rational decision.

"…What's wrong with you?"

The old butler realized that there was something wrong with Amamiya Ayana's expression.

"Has the media reported this incident? If so, how did they report it?"

Ayana Amamiya put down her fork and took out her cell phone. She was already thinking about how to clean up the mess for Mr. Troll.

"Are you talking about the beating of Teppei Amamiya or the Naoki Award?"

"former."

“No one reported this.”

"nobody?"

Amemiya Ayana frowned.

She instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"The media present here all work for Akiba Broadcasting Co., Ltd."

The old butler lowered his voice and spoke very bluntly.

"……All right."

Amemiya Ayana breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.

"But this matter is not over yet. Next, pay more attention to Teppei Amamiya's contact with the media." She added.

Teppei Amemiya is a typical "hypocrite". This statement was introduced to her by Mr. Troll. She can only say that it is very vivid.

If you want to guard against such people, you must be fully prepared.

"Ok."

The old butler nodded and agreed.

"That……"

Buzz. Buzz.

Suddenly, Amamiya Ayana's cell phone rang.

After taking a look at the caller, she glanced at the old butler, who nodded slightly in understanding, turned around and left the restaurant, standing guard at the door.

"Hey."

The Saint Lady answered the phone, her voice as indifferent as ever.

"You don't even have a name for me? You're becoming more and more indifferent, Ayana."

Beichen Ichiro, who was holding the phone, sighed, and there was a hint of helplessness visible on his face.

"Understand, this is what we, the Frost Saint, are like."

She blurted out the answer.

But the next second, she regretted it, thinking that she had spoken out of turn!
It's all your fault, Mr. Troll!
"Frost Saint?"

Beichen Ichiro was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what his niece meant.

"Nothing, just a joke between young people."

Amemiya Ayana's voice was still indifferent, but her pretty little face was tinged with a light pink.

"I see. I'm an old man." Beichen Ichiro said self-deprecatingly, and then changed the subject, "I'm here to give you good news. Watanabe vented your anger yesterday."

"Oh?"

Amemiya Ayana did not rush to say that she already knew about this, but instead put on a tone of listening attentively.

The version heard from the old butler was relatively brief, while the version heard from Beichen Ichiro was obviously much more detailed.

After all, the latter was on the scene.

"It can be said that he risked his life for his beloved yesterday."

Beichen Ichiro organized his words and began to narrate the story at a leisurely pace.

"The situation is like this..."

He spoke in great detail, basically explaining the whole ins and outs of the incident.

However, the more she listened to her uncle describe the specific situation at that time, the gentler the look in Amamiya Ayana's eyes became.

'Have some confidence in your backers, okay?'

Stupid!

She lowered her eyebrows and muttered something in her heart.

She suddenly had an idea to put aside her work here and go to see him without stopping.

As for what to say after the meeting, she hadn't thought about it yet, nor did she intend to think about it any further.

But she was certain of one thing.

She wanted to give him a big hug.
——If Mr. Troll had no plans for today, she would even like to transform into a koala and hang on him.

"Especially that slap, tut tut tut, it just silenced the little bastard's anger, and even made him look clear."

On the phone, Beichen Ichiro was still chattering, and his tone was becoming more and more excited.

"I even drew a force analysis diagram. Watanabe is really good at it. The strength and angle of that slap were very accurate. It can be said to be textbook-level."

As he spoke, he walked over to a small blackboard with a simple force analysis diagram drawn on it.

"Later, I asked my bodyguard, and he said that slap was a typical example of using 80% strength to achieve the desired effect."

After taking a look at the force analysis diagram, he sighed.

"What a pity, that little bastard flinched after just one slap. If he had been more irritable, Watanabe might have hit him again."

He could imagine that scene.

Tsk tsk tsk, if only I could give you one more slap.

Given that little bastard's personality, if he gets slapped again, he won't be able to sleep this week.

As long as I close my eyes, I will hear Watanabe Yu slapping me twice.

"They didn't make things difficult for You, did they?"

Amamiya Ayana asked in a low voice.

"They don't dare."

Beichen Ichiro answered without thinking, his tone calm and confident.

"Thank you, uncle."

The Saint Lady thanked her.

"What did you say to your uncle to thank you?"

Beichen Ichiro raised his head and looked at the incandescent light above his head.

"…This is what an uncle should do."

He was just making it up.

"If you want to thank someone, you should thank Watanabe."

He added leisurely.

"Ah."

Amamiya Ayana responded.

I will thank you in person.

My Mr. Patron.

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