Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

But he still had one thing in mind.

There were more than a dozen motorcycles lying on the ground in front of the pinball shop, and the same number of Will-O-W-O-R-T boys were lying on the ground with bruised faces and noses, having been beaten unconscious.

These people were knocked unconscious before the fight.

But...why would these low-level thugs stay at the scene?

At the same time, Yoshida Tsuyoshi in the ward also listened to his wife's order, bowed and prepared to leave.

In fact, Yoshida Tsuyoshi had been following his wife's orders these days, searching for traces of Odani Shunsuke. It took him a lot of effort to find one or two of his hiding places. However, as soon as he led his men in to raid, he discovered that this was a fake base.

When he was about to repay his wife, his wife called him.

Then, it developed into what it is now.

When he reached the door, Yoshida Tsuyoshi seemed to have made up his mind and turned around to ask.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that Shunsuke Odani was in Yoyogi before the operation started?"

Hearing this, the wife smiled slightly.

"Yoshida, do your job."

"……Hi!"

Yoshida Tsuyoshi felt an inexplicable chill in his heart and quickly responded and left.

He didn't know why his wife knew about Shunsuke Odani's real safe house, but he knew that this woman seemed to have a lot of secrets...

There are so many of them that if the real fight comes, even the second-in-command Shunsuke Otani’s confidant will be overthrown in a matter of hours.

The strength of the leader and the second-in-command is indeed different.

At this moment, although Yoshida Tsuyoshi was very afraid of his wife, he felt more respect for her in his heart.

When you are in a gang, as long as you keep your mouth shut and do things reliably, the more powerful the boss is, the more comfortable the younger brothers will be.

Yoshida Tsuyoshi didn't know that after he closed the door of the ward.

The lady stroked the brown paper bag in her hand, her relaxed smile gradually faded, and she became thoughtful.

"The taste of blood..."

"Also, a little bit of the scent of floral water..."

Sniffing the brown paper bag gently, the lady raised her eyebrows and a smile suddenly appeared at the corners of her lips.

This floral water was used by Aoi Nakano when she first came to see her. Later, she felt that the smell was too pungent, so she put it away.

This afternoon, this bottle of toilet water was given to An Zeliang.

"What a coincidence again, Anze-san."

"... "

"Ah!"

An Zeliang rubbed his nose, feeling helpless.

"It must be my wife who is thinking of me!"

He deliberately left the smell of toilet water. With his wife's keen sense, she had just been to the hospital, and then there was a mysterious person helping with Kotani Shunsuke's matter, so she was able to vaguely figure out his identity.

It’s better to give me a little hint. You know I’m not simple, and I know you’re not simple. Seeing through but not saying it out loud is the wisdom of great people.

Besides, An Zeliang is not a saint.

Just like helping Sayamina before, I can spend money, but I can’t help you and then be an unsung hero.

That's too frustrating, it's better not to help.

"Once Shunsuke Kotani is gone, the balance of power between the wife and the second-in-command will be completely broken. In a few months, the second-in-command will be forced to the point of a desperate situation."

"However, Madam should be able to handle it. You can give her a few reminders when the time comes."

An Zeliang does not intend to intervene too much. Life is not completely carried out according to simulation. Changes in details will also cause changes in the world line. If he intervenes too much, things will change too much and it will be too dangerous.

"Go home, sleep, skip work in the afternoon, and won't go to the exhibition!"

After stretching, An Zeliang planned to take a taxi home.

"Jingle Bell!"

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang. After picking it up, Hayano Hoshiko's voice fell into his ears.

"Xiaoliang, can you come to school now?"

"The principal has something to discuss with you."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 213 210: Bring the knife and kill Party A

"headmaster?"

When An Zeliang heard this name from Hayano Hoshiko, he was a little confused.

Apart from not attending classes for several days recently, there was nothing else that required the principal to talk to him about in person.

"It should be about the math competition." Hayano Hoshiko reminded, feeling a little guilty. She had told the school several times that she would come to An Zeliang to do psychological work and get him to participate in the math competition.

Well... Hayano Hoshiko didn't quite remember whether she had done the psychological work or not, but every time she finished it, she felt very comfortable.

"Tell the principal that I have something to do and I can't go." An Zeliang answered straightforwardly.

He finished the entrepreneurship exhibition one moment, then robbed the gang's account book, and now he has to go back to school to participate in the competition.

This feels too disconnected.

As he spoke, An Zeliang hailed a taxi and told the address of the apartment.

"Then wait for me, Xiaoliang."

Seeing that An Zeliang was about to go home, Hayano Hoshiko had no choice but to push the door and walk into the principal's office.

"Teacher Hayano, I'm sorry. Today should be your day off, but I still bother you to come to school to deal with the competition."

"It's okay. I don't have anything to do today anyway." Hayano Hoshiko responded with a few polite words. Just as she was about to tell the principal about An Zeliang's decision, the principal continued with emotion.

"However, Anze-san is really too good."

"This time, Dongying Girls' High School is willing to have a practice match with our school. Dongying Girls' High School has agreed to many of the conditions proposed by our school, but they must insist that Anze participate in the competition."

"After this matter is over, I will give you two more days off, Mr. Hayano, to make up for your weekend off."

"Hey, hey! Mr. Hayano, where are you going?"

"Principal, I forgot to tell Anze about the practice time. Please wait for me for a moment."

Hayano Hoshiko walked into the office but suddenly changed her steps, took her cell phone and walked out of the office, calling An Zeliang again.

"Hey, Xiaoliang."

Her voice suddenly softened, and Hayano Hoshiko begged with tears in her eyes.

"This time it's not a math competition, it's a practice match with Dongying Girls' High School... Well, the location is at our high school, so it won't interfere with your other things."

"Please, just join us..."

"Well, the teacher can agree to any condition you ask for!"

A few seconds later, Hayano Hoshiko's face suddenly turned red, her eyes sparkled, and she bit her rosy lips lightly with her pearly teeth.

"Okay, fine... then Xiaoliang, you must come on Monday and participate!"

"I understand. I'll study hard for a few days and come to find you after I'm fully prepared."

"Well, it's settled then!"

Hayano Hoshiko hung up the phone with a bright smile, then walked back into the principal's office, her expression suddenly becoming dignified and elegant.

"Have you discussed everything, Teacher Hayano?" The principal looked at her expectantly.

Hearing this, Hayano Hoshiko smiled and said.

"As soon as I walked out, An Ze called me back and asked me the exact time of the practice match."

"He also said that he would work hard in this competition because of my hard work in training him."

Hayano Hoshiko brushed her hair at the temples with a dignified posture, rosy cheeks, and made a calm summary.

"a piece of cake."

"As expected, you are Mr. Hayano!" The principal's tone was full of admiration.

An Zeliang’s class teacher had said this several times before, and they had also said this several times, but An Zeliang just refused to agree.

Now that Mr. Hayano made the move, An Zeliang agreed.

This is professionalism!

However, the principal was also confused. Why did Teacher Hayano's face turn red just when he went out to make a phone call?

Insufficient Qi and blood?

I’ll ask the staff canteen to make more nutritious food. Such an excellent teacher needs to take good care of his health!

...

After returning to the apartment, An Zeliang looked at the time. It was just past five in the afternoon and it was still early for bedtime.

I still have more than 180 career points, so I can do a simulation.

"Ding!"

An Zeliang was thinking when a new message suddenly popped up on his phone.

"Xiaoliang, do you like looking at the scenery?"

It was sent by Dong Yuefeng.

"It's okay. I also take some photos when traveling." An Zeliang changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed.

"Do you think this scenery is beautiful?"

A photo was sent over, and the screen was immediately occupied by amazing snow-capped mountains. The scene suddenly became very shocking and shocking.

Although there was an arm across the center of the photo, blocking part of the beautiful scenery, An Zeliang was still dazzled and squinted his eyes.

If it was An Zeliang who had just traveled through time, seeing this photo at this moment, his teenage body would definitely not be able to bear it and he would burst into tears.

But now he is different.

After many battles with Hayano Hoshiko, An Zeliang's body has been trained to develop resistance.

He turned over with a rustle and typed leisurely.

"Sister Dongyue, the composition of your photo is too direct. It's very impactful at first glance, but you'll soon forget it after you've seen it."

"If you want people to linger, want to look again and again, and be full of the desire to explore, you should not only cover it with your arms, but also match it with the right clothes."

"I think aristocratic long skirts are pretty good recently."

The bustle is big enough and the skirt is fluffy enough, so there is absolutely no problem hiding a person at the feet.

An Zeliang also talked about some additional knowledge about composition.

On the other side, inside the shared apartment.

"Maple, your photos are so exaggerated. What are you going to do if Xiaoliang, a teenager, can't bear it, huh?" Yukimura Chizuru raised her eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter if you can't bear it. I'll help my brother bear it."

Dong Yuefeng smiled slyly, still adjusting the position of his arms, planning to take another more exciting photo.

"Besides, Chizuru, we've been so busy lately that we haven't had time to play with our brother. If we don't do something exciting, how can he remember our kindness?"

"You forgot that there are several beautiful girls waiting for you, my brother!"

"He will be unable to bear it sooner or later, so it's better to give it to me first."

As he was speaking, An Zeliang's message came.

Dong Yuefeng glanced down and smiled even more brightly.

"Look Chizuru, my brother is also enjoying the show and even giving me clothing suggestions."