Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 16 Something is wrong

Chapter 16 Something is wrong.
"There are plenty of opportunities to make money, but if you lose your dignity, you lose everything."

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It seemed like professional instinct, Sayuri Sato started preaching mode. Compared with the cold words just now, she seemed to prefer this: "You look good, but how many years can you last with your looks?"

"Do you think this is a long-term solution?"

"Earn the money you should earn, and we'll talk about the future later." Beiyuan responded casually and looked around.

Sato Sayuri was a little annoyed. This guy was really stubborn.

She spent half an hour trying to persuade him, but he was still stubborn. She drank the whole glass of wine in one gulp and said angrily, "It's up to you to live or die. It has nothing to do with me anyway."

However, she still didn't leave, and sat aside drinking silently.

There is a feeling of persuading someone to do good.

Although Kitahara doesn't sell his ass.

but
This person is not a bad person.

Kitahara occasionally looked back at Sato Sayuri and had a different feeling. There had been some misunderstanding just now and her attitude was very bad, but judging from her actions, this person had no problem with her teacher ethics.

His personality is annoying, but his character is acceptable. People are really complicated creatures.

In silence, amid the sounds of drinks, Sayuri Sato got drunk, her plump chest against the bar, her eyes blurred with drunkenness.

Plan passes.

Beiyuan turned the wine glass. Although there were some incidents in the middle, the task should be completed.

Then, just wait for the fish to bite.

Beiyuan looked around. The bar was a mixed crowd, but it was still quite civilized. No one approached rashly. They were all testing the waters, chatting and laughing, with desire in their eyes.

Hunters cast their nets, and prey bared their fangs silently
Who is the hunter?
It is not known yet.

It’s eleven o’clock in the evening, late at night.

The rain gradually stopped.

The street lights flickered, and occasional raindrops streaked across the porthole, leaving winding trails.

Kitahara waited for the person he wanted to wait for.

A man with dyed yellow hair frequently turned his head in this direction, looking at him, and also at Sato Sayuri next to him, with a calculating expression.

A few minutes later.

He came over and sat down next to Beiyuan, and asked with a smile, "Is this someone you know?"

Kitahara was silent for a moment.

If we follow the plan just now, we should say that we don't know him, and then let him pick up the body. We should wait until he is about to commit violence before taking action. This will not only leave evidence to threaten him, but also complete the task.

but.
Things like plans will occasionally change according to people's hearts.

At least now, he felt something was wrong.

"This is my teacher," Kitahara said.

Sayuri Sato turned over in a daze and smacked her lips.

"Your teacher is drunk. Little brother, you can't lift it by yourself, right?" Huangmao was very polite.

"I can lift it."

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and seeing that he was not listening, he was about to leave, but Bei Yuan added: "But it would be best if someone could help you."

He was overjoyed: "I'll help you."

It is difficult to meet such a mature woman under normal circumstances, but today I finally have the chance to satisfy my craving.

After leaving the bar, he called his friends, hit the woman with a club, and took her to the hotel to have fun.

"Really? Thank you, big brother."

Beiyuan's smile made Huangmao stunned, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Just as Kitahara's plans changed, he also had some other plans.

Then, he put his arm around Kitahara's shoulder and said gently, "It must be very hard for you to have a teacher like this?"

"Ok?"

Kitahara was puzzled.

"It's so late, and you still have to accompany her out for drinks," he explained, and then said darkly: "She is forcing you to do something you don't like, right?"

"Actually it's okay. The teacher helped me a lot." Kitahara said vaguely.

Huangmao unbuttoned his clothes and said in an ambiguous tone, "I understand, little brother, I have experienced this kind of thing before."

"What do you mean?"

Kitahara frowned, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

Seeing this, Huangmao handed over his business card and said, "I'm a trainer at a nearby fitness club. I've trained many distinguished female clients, so I know a thing or two about this. Many women have bad tempers."

The fitness clubs near Shibuya are very valuable.

Like Bunkyo-ku, the land prices here are shockingly high. Shibuya, one of Tokyo's economic lifelines and the birthplace of various trends, is known as the fashion center of Asia.

Kitahara took the business card, which had a gold border and his name was Kuwamura Ibuki.

Looks a bit like a cowherd.

"I'm not interested in fitness," he said politely.

This stage is not very suitable for fitness.

Kuwamura smacked his lips. "Don't be so quick to refuse. Fitness is good for you."

Beiyuan was silent for a moment, thinking that he might have misjudged the person.

This must be a fitness coach who lacks performance.

Why dye your hair yellow?
"You touch it and see."

"No."

"Don't be shy, just touch it."

Kuwamura took Kitahara's hand, forced it down, and licked his lips. "You're good at it."

Beiyuan withdrew his hand, no longer interested in him: "But I really don't want to apply for a card, you can find someone else."

“You don’t have to spend any money”

Kuwamura said politely, "I still have to give you money."

"Ok?"

Kitahara finally realized something was wrong.

this person.
Kuwamura glanced at Sayuri Sato with an interested look in his eyes, but when he looked away and looked at Kitahara, he was amazed.

Very high-quality boys.

No matter how you look at it, his appearance is top-notch. Most importantly, he has a youthfulness that other boys don't have.

A boy who is still in high school. He has already been used by this woman. How hateful! Why didn’t I meet him first?
He is not a teenager anymore.

Thinking of this, Kuwamura felt a little disappointed, and he decided to speak out.

“How much does she give you a month?”

"what?"

"Stop pretending. You're still drinking with her so late. You must be kept by someone." Sangcun lowered his voice, with some temptation: "I can give you more than she can."

"She is really my teacher." Kitahara's tone became unfriendly.

Damn, I met a gay.

More disgusting than a scumbag.

"Stop pretending"

As the two chatted, Sayuri Sato's ears perked up.

She wasn't actually drunk.

It’s easy to imagine, in such an unfamiliar environment, who can feel at ease to drink?

What's more, next to him was Kitahara, with whom he had just had a quarrel.

but
Sayuri Sato was speechless for a moment.

She felt that she was in her prime, with a pretty face and a mature and voluptuous figure. It was fine that no one approached her, but why did she always look for Beiyuan?

What is congenitally supported by the Holy Communion.

Seeing that Kitahara refused to give in, Kuwamura's face turned cold: "If you're selling yourself, don't pretend to be a saint. You said this is your teacher, right? Then do you know that teachers at school will be punished if they take students out drinking in the middle of the night?"

"Little brother, you don't want your teacher to be expelled from school, do you?"

Kitahara narrowed his eyes, feeling that the line sounded familiar.

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Sayuri Sato couldn't hold it in any longer, so she slammed the table and yelled, "Who are you threatening, Malu? Say that again if you dare!"

Sangcun was stunned, and seeing that she was still awake, he fell silent.

He only dared to come to her house because he thought the woman was asleep.

I didn't expect you were pretending to sleep.
The hunters and prey around also stopped what they were doing and looked over with interest.

It's fun to watch.

Sayuri Sato rolled up her sleeves, looking for a fight with him in a rage.

"Hey, forget it."

Beiyuan stopped her. She was a fitness coach with a muscular body. It would be hard to say who would win if they fought.

When there are no fighting skills, tonnage is everything.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"

Sangcun was a little embarrassed to be watched by so many people, and he said with anger, "Hey, bitch, stop making trouble."

"Bagayalu! Get over here, you dermatitis-provoking fag!"

Sangcun could no longer hold it in. He was so angry that his blood pressure surged from his neck to his head.

"Shame on you"

He rushed towards Sato Sayuri and threw a punch, vowing to teach this woman a lesson.

Kitahara frowned and took a step forward to stand in front of Sato Sayuri. He was the one who caused the trouble. There was no reason for him to let a woman stand up for him.

But then, a huge force came from behind.

Kitahara was pressed hard onto the seat with such force that he was caught off guard.

Sayuri Sato shouted, stretched out her arm and quickly grabbed Kuwamura's wrist, pushed her hips against his waist, and then suddenly exerted force!
Kuwamura was thrown heavily to the ground!
Just one hit and he was completely unconscious!

Everyone in the bar stared with their eyes wide open as Sayuri Sato performed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw.

"You're blind! Fight me! I'm the third runner-up in the National Judo Championship!" Sato Sayuri cursed. "Don't let me see you again!"

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Kitahara felt that tonight's script seemed wrong.

You are so talented, why do you come to teach at the Peking University?

Are you still threatened by me?
If you show your skills earlier, you can have this happen!

After being speechless for a moment, Kitahara looked at the email.

【Ding--】

【mission completed】

You gain proficiency in Chinese

Although the plot is not as planned, the reward is still obtained.
I gained something tonight.

　I wrote nearly 6,000 words in one breath. Please give me a monthly ticket.