Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

Looking at the sweat that kept pouring out of his body and his soaked sportswear, Mitsui Tsubasa pointed at Kamoshida thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, how come Kamoshida became the instructor of the track and field club?"

Hearing this name, Sakamoto Ryuji's expression suddenly sank, and his eyebrows wrinkled up: "Hey, don't mention it. Our teacher Murashima was accidentally injured during training last week and needs to recuperate for two weeks. I don't know why, the principal chose Kamoshida to be the temporary instructor."

It's not hard to tell from his tone and expression how much he hates this decision.

Mitsui Tsubasa's gaze swept over Kamoshida twice, and a barely perceptible coldness flashed in his eyes.

He asked casually, "I see. So what do you think of Kamoshida? I see you guys seem pretty tired."

"It's more than just tiring..."

Ryuji Sakamoto had a gloomy face and shook his head with a sigh.

He was filled with disgust towards Kamoshida, but out of politeness, he didn't want to say bad things about Kamoshida behind his back.

But for some reason, as soon as he saw Mitsui Tsubasa, he felt that he was trustworthy, and he had an urgent urge to answer his questions.

Chapter 238: Men and women work together, work is not tiring

Sakamoto Ryuji was a straightforward person. He hesitated for a moment and then said frankly:

"I really think Kamoshida's training method is totally inadequate. He just keeps increasing the amount of training, and calls it helping us break through our limits. Isn't this, uh, what's that called..."

As he spoke, he scratched his head and thought hard, and finally an idea flashed on his mind: "Oh, yes, isn't this the sea of ​​questions tactic? I feel like he only knows this one trick over and over again. I heard from classmates in the volleyball team that he also uses this high-pressure training method over there, and many people are privately dissatisfied."

After letting it all out, Ryuji Sakamoto seemed to have unloaded a huge burden and smiled with relief.

But soon he said in a low voice with embarrassment: "I'm sorry, senior, for always letting you listen to my complaints. Also, please don't tell anyone else about these things. Kamoshida and I don't like each other."

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded calmly. He himself didn't get along with Kamoshida, so he naturally didn't say anything more.

After thinking for a while, he was about to say something to comfort Ryuji when Kamoshida suddenly blew the whistle in the distance: "It's break time, everyone get on the track and continue training!"

After he shouted, he looked around sternly, and finally locked his eyes on Ryuji Sakamoto who was farthest away.

"Hey! Long Si, why are you running so far? Come back here!"

Hearing Kamoshida's rude shout, Sakamoto Ryuji couldn't help but let out a "tsk" and became visibly anxious.

He frowned and glanced over there, and said hurriedly: "Senior, I will go to training first, and we can talk again when we have time."

After saying that, he waved his hands quickly a few times, turned around and ran towards the team.

Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes swept over his back and inadvertently met Kamoshida's eyes.

Looking at the tall and strong student in the distance, Kamo Shida was stunned and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Who was that student? Why did he feel familiar yet strange?

Although the distance between us was not far, I always felt that I could not see his face clearly.

Wanting to go over and take a look, Kamoshida took a step forward, but then he became dazed and forgot what he was going to do.

He turned his head and looked around, and when he saw the dejected track and field team members on the track, he remembered that it was club training.

As soon as he saw the track and field uniforms they were wearing, he became angry. Why did he have to be the temporary instructor? The principal would really give him trouble.

The volleyball club alone is already busy enough, and now we have to lead students from the rival club!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He glared at them fiercely and decided to train them to death to see if they dared to go against him in the future!

The members of the track and field club soon found themselves in dire straits again.

Mitsui Tsubasa watched for a while, and after confirming that the current situation was barely normal, he stopped paying attention to them and started practicing kendo seriously.

Since the oracle had been arranged in advance to monitor them, it would be better to wait until the destined violent conflict occurred before interfering.

With full concentration, he was soon immersed in the world of kendo.

Before I knew it, the school bell rang.

Mitsui Tsubasa slowly put away his posture, put on his backpack and walked out of the school gate.

This time he did not go home directly, but instead ordered Kotetsu to go to the Takemi Research Institute.

After arriving safely, he asked calmly, "Kotetsu, is the drone thing done?"

The towering giant bowed his head deeply and said respectfully, "My Lord, everything has been installed and is now in the place you specified."

"Well, you did a good job." Mitsui Tsubasa nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly remembered something, "Where is Iwai Munehisa? Has he been behaving well recently?"

"After handing in his pledge of allegiance, he was in low spirits for a while, but he was still serious about his work, and his subordinates thought he was trustworthy."

Kotetsu pondered and gave a neither-good-nor-bad evaluation.

"Is that so... Then you continue to monitor him. If he behaves abnormally, contact me immediately."

After Mitsui Tsubasa finished speaking, he pushed open the car door and gave one last instruction: "Stay outside the garage and don't let anyone come in."

"As ordered!"

Behind him, Kotetsu bowed respectfully, and only looked up and arranged security tasks after he walked away.

At the same time, Mitsui Tsubasa had already walked into the elevator and headed to the underground parking lot.

His eyes were a little distracted and he was thinking about Iwai Sohisa.

The tough-guy "former underworld boss" surrendered himself in public, and with his son as a natural handle, he probably wouldn't dare to do anything wrong.

But he has never started a social network, which shows that he does not recognize his boss from the bottom of his heart.

This is infidelity...

Mitsui Tsubasa narrowed his eyes, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Forget it, let's just leave it at that. As long as he works hard, I won't cause him any trouble.

But if he is not honest and has some other ideas, then I can only reward him with a demon seed of desire.

Even if doing so might affect his awakening of his personality mask, it doesn't matter.

For such talented people who cannot use their talents for their own benefit, heroes from ancient times to the present, both in China and abroad, have given the best solution.

After closing his eyes for a while and suppressing the anger in his heart, Mitsui Tsubasa walked out of the elevator.

As soon as he went out, he heard Sakura Futaba's energetic shout ringing in his ears.

"Ouch——!"

Sakura Futaba shouted, jumping out from his blind spot.

She raised her hands high, baring her teeth and claws, as if she wanted to scare him.

Mitsui Tsubasa was speechless for a moment, thinking she was childish. But then he thought, Futaba was only 14 years old, a childish age.

So he opened his mouth cooperatively, but he couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

Hearing his laughter, Sakura Futaba froze and her little face suddenly tensed.

However, the serious expression only lasted for a moment, and she soon revealed her true emotions and jumped up to meet him.

She seemed to be planning to throw herself into his arms, but when she got in front of him, she thought of something and stopped in a hurry.

"Uh-huh, Yi, you're so slow. We've been waiting here for a while."

"We?" Mitsui Tsubasa's heart moved, and his arms that were hugging Futaba immediately stopped, "By the way, you... why did you guys come here? Didn't we agree to meet at the Impression Space?"

As he was speaking, he saw the women walking over not far away and turned to ask them.

"Didn't you say you wanted to move the things here in? We discussed it and decided to come and help you."

The one who answered him was Wu Jianmiao. She walked towards him gracefully, and her every glance and smile exuded charm, as if she even illuminated the surroundings.

Mitsui Tsubasa's eyes stayed on her for a while before he looked at Osaka Ichiko beside her.

"You all came..." He thought for a moment and happily accepted their kindness. "Okay, since you are all here, let's work together!"

He led everyone to a corner of the warehouse and looked at the piles of construction materials and drones. "I'll move the heavy materials, and you just need to put the movable parts into the car."

The girls followed his gaze and saw the pickup truck parked nearby, and quickly got ready to take action.

Mitsui Tsubasa naturally did not want to be left behind and immediately joined in the hard work.

Chapter 239: The Sakura Futaba Strategic Reserve Theft Case

As the saying goes, if men and women match, work will not be tiring.

With the help of the harem beauties... and his comrades in the legion, Mitsui Tsubasa completed the moving work in only half of the expected time.

After stuffing all kinds of construction materials into the pickup truck, the drone swarm, under the control of Oracle, filled the gaps in the car in an orderly manner.

Then Mitsui Tsubasa drove from the Impression Space to the Legion Camp, and after three trips he finally transported all the materials over.

When he arrived in the impression space, his strength increased dramatically and he completed the entire unloading work by himself.

Seeing that they could not help, Wu Jianmiao and others went to Isshiki Wakaba's cabin to prepare lunch.

When Mitsui Tsubasa finished work, a table of delicious food with a very mixed style had already been served.

He looked expectantly and could easily distinguish Sakura Futaba's curry rice, Takemiya's stir-fried vegetables and fruit platter, and... seaweed rice rolls?

After looking at it several times, he confirmed that he was not mistaken. This was the most common and even simple dish.

"Who did this?"

he asked curiously.

"It's me!" Ozaya Ichiko raised his hand with a little pride on his face. "As a reporter, I am often out on the road all day, so I learned a lot of dishes that are easy to carry."

Looking at the table full of various dishes, Mitsui Tsubasa raised the corner of his mouth. Since this was everyone's intention, he would come and taste it.

He sat directly at the main seat and watched them busy themselves with interest.

Takemi Miyabi set the dishes, Oya Kazuko poured juice for everyone, and Sakura Futaba brought what could only be described as a giant dinner plate.

The ridiculously large plate was filled with steaming curry and rice, and the beef was piled up like a mountain, so much that it had to be counted in kilograms.

"Tada! A custom-made Big Bang curry rice specially prepared for Tsubasa!"

Sakura Futaba waved her hands happily and struck a cute shop assistant pose.

In response to her "kindness", Mitsui Tsubasa could only grit his teeth and force a smile.

"Qikexiu, you think I'm a glutton, even though I do eat a lot..."

Under their expectant eyes, Mitsui Tsubasa reluctantly ate a lot of green vegetables that he didn't like, and Takemiya also made him force-feed a glass of weird-tasting milk and vegetable juice.

After a difficult lunch, everyone rested for a while and then continued construction.

This time, even the shadows were drafted into service to do what they could.

The two Pixies were responsible for transporting the gadgets, and the shadows with hands joined in the assembly process. Only Lion and Otreus were useless.

Despite their majestic appearance, they have no hands.

After enduring Mitsui Tsubasa's death stares several times, these two mythical monsters learned to wag their tails without any instruction and have always maintained a humble attitude with their heads lowered and their eyes submissive.

With everyone working together, Isshiki Wakaba's sunroom was built in just two hours.

This beautifully designed residence replaced the previous tents and became the first modern building in the legion camp.

Standing in front of the glittering glass house, Sakura Futaba rested her hands on her hips contentedly, admiring her and her mother's second home in the memory space.

"The shelter has been successfully completed! The next step is - strategic reserve!"

She rubbed her hands excitedly, trotted to the pile of furniture that had been moved out earlier, and after rummaging around for a while, she found her beloved big wooden box.

After taking a deep breath, she gently grasped the edge of the box with both hands and decided to move this precious box herself!

Sakura Futaba used all her strength and lifted it up suddenly - the box was lifted up in an instant, very smoothly.

"Very good! The next step is to move it."

As she carried the box towards the sunroom, she was already thinking about where to hide the treasure.

However, after taking a few steps, her movements suddenly slowed down, and she looked at the box in her hands with a puzzled look.

It feels so light… is it because of the recent upgrade?

A sinister premonition flashed through my mind.

Sakura Futaba pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose, and put the box back on the ground.