Another string reel from Bandoli

Let them play freely without restraint...

And his own granddaughter - already had eight scars on her body and there was no way to save her.

Although no one had any hope for her in the first place, she was raised as an ordinary child of a normal consortium in the Moon Forest, which was an aristocratic girls' school.

Originally, I wanted to try to learn some skills by getting close to that brat, but after following him for a few years, he became more and more regressive and started to let himself go. He became more and more like his father, a loser and useless person, and could no longer hide it.

It was okay before, but the more she compared herself to that brat who always made her mad to the point of having a brain congestion, the more useless this granddaughter became.

Can she really control him?

Toyokawa Sadaharu no longer has any confidence in himself.

That brat was clearly here, but why wasn't I able to see him? Toyokawa Sadaharu seemed to be sure that he was there, but he didn't seem to be there either.

This subtle sense of weirdness made him feel quite strange.

The thought passed quickly, and soon he stopped thinking about it.

Toyokawa Sadaharu avoided the strange young man in a white coat with highlighted hair who was standing in front of him and wearing an ugly knitted hat and eating tomato spaghetti with a fork on the mourning hall.

Walking towards his granddaughter Toyokawa Shoko.

Toyokawa Kiyoshi was the first to notice his father-in-law approaching, and he stood in front of Xiangzi.

"Please don't blame Xiangzi, he's just a child with a lot of emotions."

Toyokawa Sadaharu, however, spoke in a cold tone of contempt.

"Will I still embarrass my granddaughter today?"

He passed by the father and daughter, but he was not the one who actually attacked them.

[You will never be able to imagine how dark the Toyokawa family is. ]

The "elites" of the Toyokawa family are gathering together, forming an encirclement.

It was like a group of Hakimi surrounding catnip.

As the older generation of Fengchuan's mother's family declined and was replaced by the new generation of "elites", they gradually had some bad ideas.

They were troubled to find that while the company was growing and the group was thriving, their share of the market was shrinking. While the volume remained the same, the lack of growth was a regression.

Compared to that customer service representative, Toyokawa Shoko has some talent... but not much, and she's still in the eighth grade. There shouldn't be any expectations in the first place.

Then it's time to change the boss.

The boy, who was a stranger to the public, watched the crowd with great interest, while his secret prop [Stone Hat] played its role in an orderly manner.

It was as if he was realizing for the first time this world that he used to control externally, just like playing games.

In the Toyokawa family, a single and fragile indigenous species, the introduction of a powerful invasive species, the String-roll Liver, which lacks a natural enemy (String-roll Heart),

This will eventually lead to the collapse of the entire ecosystem.

Chapter 25 Chapter 25 The Feast of the Fengchuan Family

The funeral ended quickly, but the feast march of the Toyokawa family continued.

At the family banquet, everyone was enjoying an exquisite and luxurious feast in front of a round table like the Knights of the Round Table.

Except for one strange guy who mixed in, no one cared about the boy with highlighted hair wearing a super ugly knitted hat.

He was sitting casually cross-legged at the round table, drinking canned coffee, looking so out of place compared to the "elites" around him who observed table etiquette.

"I think everyone here is aware of the changes in the family in recent years. For those who cannot be here, we should all observe a moment of silence for them."

An elegantly dressed elderly woman was the first to break the silence and speak, tears streaming from her hollow eyes and down her sunken face.

She is a close relative of the previous head of the Fengchuan family. She has a clean background and is an upright person.

But the ten poor children under her command all met with accidents.

She burst into tears and reminisced about her innocent and brilliant children at the banquet.

Although they engage in infighting, impose unspoken rules on male artists under their management, harm their subordinates and force them to break up their families, create various "small private gains", collect various precious "drugs", and use leverage of 200 times... they lie on the Fengchuan Group and suck the bone marrow, devouring the flesh and blood without satisfaction.

——Maybe some people are describing this literally.

But no matter what, she is still a good and obedient child.

Now some are going crazy, some are dead, some are in jail, leaving her as an old widow sitting alone in her mansion, with only her lovers for company.

The second son mysteriously disappeared in a private secret room of the French branch, leaving only a Bettina turkey of unknown origin at the scene.

After being missing for several months, he claimed to be a turkey, leaving behind countless turkey children who went crazy in the streets of France.

My third daughter, who loved eating spaghetti bolognese mixed with dark snacks, has cancer and now travels the world doing charity work to heal her. I heard her condition is improving.

The fourth daughter developed a strange stomach ailment, and according to reports, her internal organs felt as soft as spaghetti bolognese. The family's previous internal conflicts were no longer viable.

——This was the key instruction given by the doctors after the patient was taken into the ICU and received emergency treatment after his large intestine exploded nine times.

The fifth son claimed that he was trapped in nightmares every night, being tortured by all kinds of half-human, half-monster ghosts in a fairy tale world, which was like workplace bullying. He was admitted to a mental hospital.

The most promising and highest-ranking person, whose hobby is to give compulsory leave to the group's employees and abide by the company's wolf pack culture, the sixth daughter has been in a coma since she was involved in an alien meteorite crash.

…………

The most pitiful little daughter she adopted, with stars in her eyes, had only secretly slept with dozens of underground idols compared to the "little mischief" done by other children. However, she was stabbed 18 times by one of the men at the door of her villa.

A strange young man with highlighted hair and an ugly woolen hat made faces and raised his middle finger at the lady, but no one paid any attention.

To clarify, the last one really has nothing to do with him, it happened too long ago.

Now, even her youngest son, who was the most honest and sincere, diligent at work but a little bit different from ordinary people's cuteness, has passed away.

The old woman's tearful speech and recollection of her children inspired the "elites" present.

They recalled the prosperity and talent of the Toyokawa family.

Today the population has dwindled to the point where it can't even fill this round table.

The head of the family, Toyokawa Sadaharu, just watched these "few remaining elites of the Toyokawa family" with cold eyes.

He drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, tired of these people's pretentiousness.

Now it's just the beginning of foreplay.

"How to drive that cursed child out of the Toyokawa family?"

The main course is here.

The appetizing quail and paella is prepared by a Michelin-starred chef hired from a professional French restaurant.

The elites had been waiting for this incredible feast. They used their knives and forks to cut and tear apart the fragrant young quail before them, stuffing them into their mouths and chewing them carefully, devouring them with relish.

The thick, runny egg oozes out like a burst of liquid, and the "elites" use quail meat, which is no bigger than a high-end knife and fork, to wipe it up and enjoy it, leaving no trace of waste.

The young man with highlighted hair who was ignored by everyone naturally did not get the quail served by the pale chef who was staggering and had a bad mouth. He walked up to the table in full view of everyone, broke off the huge roast turkey with bones and meat that was used as decoration in the center of every family gathering, and walked away slowly.

This was to commemorate the former head of the Toyokawa family's branch. This new variety of turkey, introduced from France and characterized by its unique flavor, sparked a wave of popularity in Tokyo.

"We are all adults, he is just a child."

“We do everything for her own good.”

A strange young man with dyed hair, unceremoniously leaning on a luxurious table and chair with his legs draped over the table, gnawed on a large, broken-off turkey leg. His eyebrows arched slightly.

Oh? You've all become successful, huh?

He was happy for them. He had previously thought these remaining "elites" were too weak.

He made a bang-bang shooting motion with the tasteless, tough turkey leg towards them, and for fun, casually stuck it into the oily, thick Mediterranean hair of the "elite" sitting next to him.

Unappetizing

The "elite" turned a blind eye, not noticing anything. I scratched my head, and the trouble seemed to have become heavier.

He had eaten most of the turkey leg. The hair rolled down from his head to his thighs, and the oil stains stained his crotch. He frowned and kicked it under the table when no one was paying attention.

The strange boy with highlighted hair was fiddling with his watch while talking on the phone. He told the aunt on the other end, whose face had become even rosier after going to the hospital last night, that he might be back late and that she didn't need to cook because he would bring the catering.

He left the banquet room for a while.

"Wait! Why?"

A perfect example of a child sitting at an adult's table, the soft and delicious little blue octopus couldn't help but stand up.

Chunchun came over to make up the number of people, and Wakaba Mu was hesitant to speak in case the round table was too empty.

The situation was completely different from what she had imagined.

She shouldn't even be in this place.

"Isn't this too much! That family... what did Genjumaki do wrong to deserve to be kicked out of the family!" Xiangzi's golden eyes widened. She felt a breathless suffocation and bit her lip. The uncles and aunts who used to be so kind seemed so strange... so cruel and ruthless.

The crowd was silent, and some high-ranking officials looked at their patriarch with dissatisfaction.

It was he who took the initiative to bring these two children into the family banquet. Even the Wakaba family, an outsider who no longer belonged to the Toyokawa family,

——Although with the current number of people in the Toyokawa family, there is no room for a second table for children.

——If Ye Mu really got in because everyone thought someone would speak up and persuade her to leave, but no one wanted to be the first to speak up, then she had to take advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters.

Besides, why would the Joint Conference drive out the cursed child? Who is the main culprit? How come they don’t realize it?

As they say, it's for her own good.

"Father, please also talk about the uncles...Father..." Toyokawa Shoko's breathing became heavier.

Her father, the usually weak and incompetent Toyokawa Kiyoshi, was frank this time. When faced with the topic of getting rid of that guy, he was faintly... laughing. He whispered to those around him who were trying to get rid of that guy.

"Xiangzi, sit down. Let the adults discuss this matter." Fengchuan Qing advised his daughter calmly not to interfere in this matter anymore.

"Then Grandfather! Why are you just watching from the side? Weren't you the one who brought him in?!"

Xiangzi was anxious and complained to his grandfather Toyokawa Sadaharu, who was standing by and watching calmly without saying a word.

"Listen to your father. Sit down, Shoko." Toyokawa Sadaharu didn't want to waste time on his granddaughter who had no say.

He just wanted his granddaughter to experience in advance the heavy pressure that would soon be transferred to her.

My granddaughter shouldn't be so naive anymore.

"I won't sit down! He's the one who's been dealing with all the messes that no one wants to deal with! He's the one who's been making compromises for everyone! What on earth has my fiancé done wrong to deserve being ostracized by everyone?"

"Huh?" He pushed open the door and found a few insulated boxes of string-rolled livers. As he opened the door, he heard something strange. Was the little blue octopus having another hysterical attack?

He scratched the stone cap that was still working properly, and felt extremely troubled.

How can a human and an octopus fall in love? Besides his "mentors," are there other carbon-based creatures that are attracted to seafood?

He went to the kitchen and got a few insulated boxes. He had originally planned to take some untouched food with him afterward. Now it seemed like they weren't here to eat.

Without stopping, he unceremoniously emptied the plate into the insulated container. String Liver leisurely walked around the table, selecting the untouched delicacies.

The French chef we hired this time is pretty good, maybe 85 points. It would be a waste if everyone doesn't eat it anyway.

Xiao Ming and Toyama Kasumi didn't get to enjoy French food last time. This time, it's okay.

Uncle Toyama is in poor health, and he really enjoyed the bear meat from the last hunt. Ask Aunt Toyama to bring him these portions of fried bear meat with berberine honey sauce. Xiaoming loves liver, so take all the untouched angler liver. Also, take five portions of charcoal-grilled venison shank with chestnut sauce...

Xianjuan Gan just walked around all the elites of the Fengchuan family, picking up the untouched delicacies at will.

Humming softly, he passed by the noble lady, not touching a spoonful of the tear-soaked Burgundy red wine beef stew in front of her. But no one would eat it anyway.

The string-rolled liver was silently held high above the old woman's head. Although it was tasteless, it was not worth wasting.

The plate tilted, and the thick soup flowed over her head. The soft and tender beef stuck to her hair, occasionally rolling down with the shaking, leaving more marks on her exquisite high-end dress.

It’s cold, just use it to warm your body.

The empty plate, still covered in sauce, was placed on top of the person's head. The Liver Roll happily moved on to the next person.

Perhaps at some point, someone noticed this strange boy with highlighted hair, and they tried to get angry, but the next second they were about to speak, they started to wonder what they were thinking. He was just a strange boy, why bother paying attention to him?

...What was I thinking just now?

The faintly visible young man with highlighted hair just passed through their minds and then slipped away without leaving any trace.

And with new false memories, the self-perfection circle fills the gap.

Passing by Toyokawa Shoko, she was still angry but had no support from any adult, so she was forced to sit down by her mother unwillingly.

The doctor Lingqi (scar-killing temple Lu) had a soft and sticky expression, her face flushed with tears, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

The two large insulated bags in his left hand were no longer suitable for storing more. String Roll Liver gently patted the small blue octopus's head. He turned and took a grilled squid leg with peanut butter from her plate, carrying it in his mouth as he left.