Another string reel from Bandoli

His mind was full of the new invention, Xianjuangan, and he didn't even notice that Toyokawa Sadaharu was standing at the door, watching him leave in a panic.

When it comes to business management, they still don't care about it. Young people nowadays...sigh.

In the quiet and darkened office, Toyokawa Sadaharu pushed aside his own kingdom and walked to his desk. The special adoption document was placed on the top, with his name signed on it in a provocation.

Toyokawa Sadaharu sighed and put the documents in a brown paper bag.

This is fodder to satisfy [those guys].

Sitting on his own empty puppet throne, Toyokawa Sadaharu watched the students... no, the prince's "homework" for today.

The planning process was flawless, yet also... chillingly indifferent. From the evaluation visits to "clients" to the completion process, strategic planning, personnel transfers, and budget monitoring, Huihui proudly pointed out the "thorns," "loopholes," and "cancers" that Huihui pointed out.

The work of the group's helmsman had already been completed in excess, but he was trying to interfere with everyone's work from top to bottom by extending his job responsibilities.

His control wasn't satisfied with the job description at all. It was almost like he was trying to stuff the entire Toyokawa Group into a small bottle, dragging everyone along and forcing them to follow him. He was so arrogant that he demanded everyone obey his control, and he wouldn't tolerate any deviation.

And when someone slowed down his pace, he would just calmly make new plans, adjust his plans, and let the wobbly and clumsy puppet enter a stage that was less suitable for it and continue to pull forward until it was completely crushed by the pressure or scraped beyond recognition by the rough surface of the stage.

This was the one thing Toyokawa Sadaharu, renowned for his decisiveness in his youth, couldn't correct no matter what. He needed to control it. He was clearly a brilliant genius, yet why... was he so ignorant of human nature, so childish?

Looking as if he had aged ten years, Toyokawa Sadaharu knew he couldn't convince Genjumaki Gan. Every time Toyokawa Sadaharu tried to prove his point, he realized that efficiency wasn't paramount, that people made mistakes, and that they needed to be considerate of others. And yet, that tyrant was always careless and unruly, as if playing a game.

Does he still think that his desire for control can control every employee, every document, every screw on the workshop assembly line, and ensure that he does not make the slightest mistake?

All Toyokawa Sadaharu could do was to stick to his principles and add a few "mistakes" to his plan.

He would review the students' completed homework word by word, deliberately delete his hard work, revoke some commands, and make the originally "flawless" work imperfect and incomplete.

[Those guys], they knew his background and his true identity, and wanted to make him a member of the Toyokawa family before that giant creature found out.

The bloodline left behind by the [monsters] has now become the most powerful weapon in their hands.

Unlike his adopted son-in-law... he could be the real... [Toyokawa]

It used to be like this before, but now...

As an immature child, he couldn't understand how dark the Toyokawa family was!

On the top floor of the Today Group building, the arrogant old king sat alone on his throne, looking as sad as ever.

That... makes no sense.

After returning home, he quickly programmed the newly recorded ideas into the terminal computer. In the dim basement, Xian Juan Gan immediately devoted himself to the development of the [new ideas].

Listening to the voice messages on the terminal computer and checking the massive amount of generated data programs scrolling continuously on the screen, without missing any information, he conceived new ideas and realized them.

Xian Juangan diagnosed himself as having mild Asperger's syndrome in his childhood, but he is very sure that he is mentally normal now.

But compared to socializing, he still prefers to invest his time in more fun things.

The progress of the grand plan was a bit slow, perhaps he could consider lowering the standards... No, the standards of the grand plan could not be lowered.

Maybe there should be more time.

I really should consider quitting that useless customer service job, even if it's just a minor detail. But I've already completed the main structure, and even those good-for-nothings in the Toyokawa family can't overturn it so quickly...

Why should we be so soft-hearted? We only need to clean up and replace a few of the wastes, and...

"what?"

Xian Juangan was stunned for a moment, but soon realized something was wrong. He had forgotten to take out the ability disc.

He unbuttoned his shirt and tapped his chest several times in a coded pattern. The hideous crack on his chest ripped open again, and a palm-sized disc rolled out of his body and landed in Xian Juangan's hand.

The month of part-time customer service engraved above was updated to April.

Xianjuan Gan noticed early on that his experience working at the Fengchuan Group was affecting his behavior and approach, and neither his regular self nor his customer service counterparts appreciated this change. So, he implemented a backup and archiving system, extracting customer service staff's "work capabilities" and related knowledge of requirements and burning them onto CDs.

This wasn't about stripping him of his talent, it was just about forcing his attention to it.

If he needed to, he could still look up knowledge about Toyokawa Group's management, but it would be more laborious... and he didn't like this job.

Now this dissatisfaction has turned into a torture device that forces me to do this job.

He had only wanted to atone for his mistakes, so he had volunteered to be a prisoner in handcuffs. Now, after a few more shifts, he would finally be "released from prison."

The unnecessary distracting thoughts in his brain disappeared along with his gradually blurred thinking, and Xianjuan Gan returned to his usual self.

There is absolutely no difference between "people" and there is no foreshadowing. Everyone, please don't make any random assumptions about this!

Spinning the disk with one finger, Xianjuan Gan took out the latest record and archive disc that had been placed there before, intending to connect it with the old version of the disc to synchronize the data.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." The watch, which was white with dark green stripes, vibrated as someone sent a voice message.

The person shown is Asuka Toyama.

After hesitating for a moment, Xianjuan placed the two disks casually on the desktop and clicked to answer the call.

The projection on the watch instantly revealed a miniature image of a girl with short brown hair lying half-side on the air sofa with her legs hanging over the edge of the sofa, talking on her cell phone stiffly.

"Dinner is ready, you can come and eat now."

...looking at Toyama Asuka, half-suspended in an odd position, her school skirt revealing her voluptuous figure, Xianjuan felt that it might be better to improve and adjust it, and also project the objects around her.

"I'll be right there." Xian Juangan hung up the projector phone, inserted the two April CDs into the terminal computer, put one hand in his pocket, pushed the door open and prepared to leave the basement.

Hmm? What's in my pocket? Feeling a strange, cool sensation, Xianjuan Gan looked at the several small packages of Sichuan sauce he pulled out of his pocket in confusion.

He scratched his head and threw the Sichuan sauce packet into the trash can in the living room after leaving the basement.

…I’d better buy a cell phone, even though I don’t have many acquaintances who call me…

This was Xianjuan Gan’s last thought when he left home.

In the silent basement, the terminal, emitting a faint, pale light, faithfully carried out its maker's orders, integrating the data as always, overlaying one April disc on top of another...

Surrounding the entire control room, under the arc lights that had not been completely extinguished, the reflections were like two severed figures intertwined, swallowing one of them.

Information can now be released

1: Put the title

2: Xianjuan Gan’s birth date is August 8th, um... the two were born about five minutes apart.

Chapter 13 Chapter 13 The era of big girl bands begins

Walk for more than ten minutes, turn right at the intersection with the lamppost, and you will arrive at Toyama's house.

Today, the Toyama family is still full of laughter.

The air conditioner was blasting warm air, and the string-rolled liver was naturally placed on the table, and the aroma of stewing wafted from the kitchen.

Toyama's parents were always incessantly asking questions about him and Toyama Kasumi, like machine gun fire. Mr. Toyama, in particular, had been trying harder than usual lately to get his eldest daughter to live with him and learn how to live independently. He had a bad motive, it seemed.

This was always a difficult part for Xian Juangan, as the mental pressure was indeed too great. It was indeed a bit difficult to describe some of the more excessive things he did.

However, Mr. Toyama seemed to have overworked the day before and was admitted to the hospital today like the previous two times. Only Toyama's mother was present, so there was not enough output source.

Kasumi Toyama has also been coming home late recently and is still on her way back.

The only people gathered around the dining table now were Genmaki Gan and the Toyama family's second sister, Toyama Asuka.

He picked up the miso soup and took a sip, calming down.

"So, Xiao Ming, you're not planning on going to Hanasakigawa High School. This is a good choice."

Xianjuan Gan was relieved. As expected, unlike that useless sister, Xiao Ming was able to face the reality and get rid of the free and easy Hanasakigawa as soon as possible, so that he would have a clear future.

"I'm about to quit the swimming club. I have exams in the third year of junior high school. I plan to study hard and enter Yuqiu Academy, where the learning atmosphere is more intense." Xiao Ming's eyes revealed an unspeakable sadness.

In order to defend the last glory of the swimming club, her senior high school classmates had a duel with the big blond devil who had skipped classes in the morning and rushed back to school with another deck wrapped in a pure black card sleeve. However, they were all defeated in the water duel.

Now the swimming club is in name only, and all the members have formed bands to escape the challenge of the big devil.

As the last survivor who hid away from playing cards during the disaster, she watched her senior schoolmates floating lifeless at the bottom of the boiling swimming pool like a group of sunken corpses, which was filled with inexplicably high-temperature steam. She was forced to smile by the blond devil.

The swimming club, the kendo club, the track and field club... none of them survived, and the entire Hanasaki River was shrouded in the shadow of the devil, while the principal and the board of directors just watched from the sidelines, fawning and groveling.

Although when the blond devil stretched out his butcher knife towards the principal and school directors around him, with a terrified expression of "Don't come over here", and the scene of Yamucha being killed for some reason just by playing a card and flying ten meters like a kite with a broken string, lying on the ground unable to get up, with cards scattered all over the floor, was very satisfying.

But this also means that after the fall of the professional-level player principal who once won the championship in the Shinjuku area of ​​Tokyo for five consecutive years when he was young, there is no one in Hanasakigawa Academy who can stop the big devil.

If you can't win, there's no point facing an unbeatable opponent. Is that really human?

After she finished playing cards, she could vaguely see what the two huge monsters behind her were, which overlapped and then separated again and roared towards the sky!

Asuka Toyama felt that she must be extremely scared to see such an illusion in the blink of an eye.

Kaori Toyama, the wife of the Toyama family, whose face was obviously rosier than usual, scooped up miso soup from the pot with a spoon and added it to Genmaki Ai's bowl.

"Xiao Gan, are there any nutritional supplements left from last time? I want to take them to Dana who is in the hospital," asked Kaori Toyama with a smile.

Last year, when Xianjuan heard the couple complain again about wanting a new family member, he wanted to repay them for their years of care. By referring to several recipes in the memory library, he created a physical enhancement agent using existing synthetic bacteria on Earth, without any extraterrestrial materials like element zero or Amphitheater particles. And recently, the couple... no, to be more precise, it was mainly because my aunt had used it too much...

The original version is a powerful drug that can support individuals and the entire planet's residents to party hard. In some dimensions, the variant formula is also a hallucinogen. In principle, it naturally refers to the aspect of simple tonics, eliminating all the side effects of the drug. It is just a nourishing product, and of course the effectiveness is also degraded and weakened to a negligible level.

The chopsticks holding the liver roll trembled, and the bitter melon tempura almost slipped out. "Last time... the day before yesterday, wasn't that two weeks' supply?"

"I ran out of it yesterday," Toyama Kaori replied with a smile.

"...Although I have tried my best to reduce the side effects to the point where it is no more effective than smoking a cigarette...but Auntie still needs to exercise restraint, and don't let Uncle Hushan eat it as a meal...and please don't talk about this in front of Xiao Ming..." Xian Juan's liver trembled, and cold sweat streamed down his face.

Even medicine is poisonous... But he is sure that the drug is not addictive...

"It's okay, I can understand." Asuka Toyama picked up a piece of grilled eel and chewed it carefully with an indifferent look on her face. She had become accustomed to the sound of renovation work in her parents' room every night after she and her sister fell asleep.

My sister, who was in a deep sleep, was still unaware of this, but she was awakened by nightmares about heavy work every night.

"That means it's available. Also, if you don't mind the trouble, please make the liver into a clear soup with matsutake flavor. Dan said before that he felt uncomfortable after eating too much isobuta abalone." Kaori Toyama kept smiling, her eyes as terrifying as a predator.

"Uncle Toyama really can't hold on any longer... He's still in the hospital, so let him go... Does he really want to use supplements?"

"I think he wants to use" his thumb to tap the table, making a regular, crisp and short "tap-tap" sound.

Based on past experience, we still have to look at Aunt Hushan’s expression and actions, and it’s best to be obedient.

I said sorry to Uncle Toyama in my heart. There was no way the boomerang would hit me this time.

"There are only a few samples left from the last time. It will take me a few days to prepare the synthesis." Xianjuan Gan bought time for Uncle Hushan.

"——Last year, Xiaogan only had samples left, and it took only 24 minutes to produce three months' worth of finished products. So far, only a portion has been distributed. Don't worry, I will use it step by step."

The crudely fabricated lie was undoubtedly exposed.

"That was a special case. I had other uses for the inventory and it had already been used up." Xian Juangan broke out in a cold sweat.

Kaori Toyama wants to continue to pursue the victory.

The attack was interrupted by an uninvited guest who climbed through the window. As if he had deliberately wanted to appear in front of them, a faint air pressure spread from the living room, blowing the Toyama family present to cover their faces to avoid the wind.

"I'm back" the wind pressure dissipated, revealing the brown-haired star-haired girl looking as silly as ever, but with her eyes closed the entire time.

It only relies on the automatic navigation of the bamboo dragonfly set up in advance to fly.

"Kasumi, now that you're back, stop floating in the air and come down to eat," Toyama Kaori complained to her eldest daughter.

After dinner, I continued to knock for a booster and went to the hospital to visit my husband.

What? Her daughter floating on the ceiling? This kind of thing was commonplace, she was used to it.

When a child appears at home who can fulfill almost all wishes like the universal parenting robot in the comics, people's adaptability is always extremely strong.

"Swimming club, choir club, track and field club... everyone is so fun, I'm so happy in every club." Toyama Kasumi floated down to her seat and finally dared to open her eyes, without stopping for a moment.

"Everyone's laughing so happily! It's sparkling. After school, everyone's flocking to the music store or livehouse. Listen, musical instruments look so fun! I want to play in a band, too!"

Thinking he'd escaped a disaster, Xianjuan Gan heaved a sigh of relief, reached out and plucked the bamboo dragonfly off the head of Toyama Kasumi, who was sitting directly across from him, and asked with a hint of melancholy, "...Do you have money to buy a guitar or a drum set?"

Even though Kasumi Toyama owns about half a ton of gold jewelry, she lacks the means to cash it out and is still an ordinary JK who relies on pocket money from her family.

I checked and, as expected, I had used the device's most power-intensive cognitive impairment pulse function over ten times in just one day. The battery was already exhausted.

The cognitive impairment pulse is good in every way, but it consumes too much power. Three days of flight time doesn't even cover the battery life of a single pulse.

"No!" Toyama Kasumi said confidently.

"But I've found it! The source of the pulsing stars! The feeling of my heart beating faster! I will try my best."

...Just speaking Kasumi dialect that only NT can understand.

After knowing each other for so long, Xianjuan Gan could still barely understand Toyama Kasumi's confusing words that made no sense.

It seems that she has found some scapegoat who is trying to defraud her out of a musical instrument, or maybe the scapegoat is someone who knows how to play a musical instrument and wants to trick her into it.

"...Don't go too far with the deceptive musical instrument. Honestly, using memory wipes too much on underage boys and girls can be really troublesome. They won't even be able to remember pi."

"Hey hey ()"