"Hey! Kushida! That's tea for making cold brew coffee, where are you taking it?!"
In the blink of an eye, Wu Yasha had already picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp with a smile.
Uh……
Seeing this scene, Karuizawa Kei paused for two seconds, then rushed back to the kitchen without looking back. When she came out again, she had a cup of Darjeeling black tea in her hand.
"Please, please have some tea, Auntie..."
Huh? ? ?
Another one!
What is going on? It’s a Shura Field! It’s a Shura Field that everyone loves to see!
Everyone likes to gossip and enjoy the company of others. Seeing the two beautiful girls competing to offer tea, the atmosphere in the coffee shop instantly became heated.
"Is that okay? But didn't you just say this is tea for making cold brew coffee?"
Wu Yasha teased, but his hands did not slow down at all. He took the coffee cup and drank it all in one gulp again.
"No, it's okay. I can just soak it later..."
With a blush on her face, she took the empty coffee cup and looked away at Wu Yi's face beside her.
"Hey, what's wrong with your face?"
"It's okay, I just accidentally fell..." Wu Yi lied casually.
"Lying is not a good habit, Yi-chan~"
Wu Yacha was smiling and making trouble on the side.
"Well, actually, I encountered a vicious dog in school when I was out for a walk just now. I had a desperate fight with it." Wu Yi told the truth.
"What a mess..." Karuizawa Kei frowned.
Where did this dog come from in this school?
Seeing his son being humiliated, Wu Yasha laughed and looked around.
"By the way, is there anyone who wants to offer me tea?"
"I can't come..."
Facing the sharp looks from his two girlfriends beside him, Wu Yi turned his face slightly.
Although he didn't know why he felt guilty.
The next second, a dignified and elegant voice was heard.
"Ala, are you playing some kind of tea-serving game? How about taking me along?"
Then I saw Chiaki Matsushita walking from behind Kikyo Kushida and Megumi Karuizawa, and she handed over the tea in her hand as she passed by the two of them.
Although she said that she didn't know the truth, the expression on her face clearly said "Actually I know everything."
"Wait, Panasonic, what are we doing..."
Karuizawa Kei was about to speak to stop him, but it was too late.
The third competitor has emerged!
As Wu Yasha drank his third cup of tea, the atmosphere in the coffee shop was completely ignited.
Shura Field! Shura Field! A river of blood!
Everyone started to make a fuss about whether there would be a next person.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hasebe Haruka, who had just distributed the cakes and snacks, quietly slipped into the kitchen with an empty basket.
But she didn't go to serve tea, she directly brought out her good friend Sakura Airi.
"Don't be shy, Airi. If you like someone, you should go for it yourself!"
"No... Haruka, what on earth is this..."
Everyone saw a girl with long blue hair excitedly pushing a red-haired girl with a good figure and cute looks out of the kitchen.
The tea in the red-haired girl's hand seemed to be forced into her. She looked panicked and knew nothing before being pushed in front of Wu Yasha under the coaxing of her best friend.
"Uh... um, hello, auntie... please, have some tea..."
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touch……
Damn it, it’s not that I’m stuck or anything, I just habitually stay in bed until 10 o’clock after waking up in the morning, then get up to do some chores, watch some videos, play some games, etc. By the time I realize what’s happening, it’s already past 2 o’clock in the afternoon…
Xiao Qin, Xiao Qin, you can't be so lazy any longer! You must sound the alarm! Starting tomorrow morning, wake up and get up and write immediately!
You must have awe for Sister Xi, the Goddess of Killing Pigeons!
This chapter could have been 2496 words, but as an apology I capped it at 2 words, so it's not priced at 5k2 chapters, but k chapters (crying cat head)
Volume 466: Chapter : Yang Nai's Transformation (Part )
Time goes back to twenty minutes ago. In the school cafeteria located 300 meters away from the east side of the shopping center, in the spacious separate compartment on the third floor, the mouth-watering aroma of barbecue filled the whole house.
This is a rather antique room. Next to a low wooden barbecue table in the center, eight pairs of bowls and chopsticks and eight people are sitting cross-legged on the floor.
The screen on the outer wall opposite the dining table is completely opened on both sides, like a floor-to-ceiling window without glass, and the outside is similar to the style of the balcony fence in ancient temples.
Looking over the fence, you can see the beautiful scenery where the sea and sky meet in the distance. The golden sunlight shines on the sea, making the waves sparkle.
At this moment, a breeze blew in from outside, bringing with it the laughter of students and guests participating in the cultural festival.
Sakayanagi Seimori reached out and took a plate of thawed beef rolls from the food cart pushed by the restaurant staff, and used a serving chopstick to spread them out one by one on the half-empty barbecue paper.
The raw and cold beef rolls are heated at high temperature, and with a sizzling sound, oil stars burst out and wisps of light white hot smoke emerge.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with the food here?" the chairman asked gently.
“Hmm↓Hmm↓!”
Katahara Metō was concentrating on the barbecue in front of him. He didn't have time to speak, so he simply answered with a nasal tone with the fourth tone emphasized.
There is no way around it. Sweets and meat were the lifelong favorites of the president of the Big Japan Bank, and this remained the same for decades from the age of 19 to 90.
Katara Sayaka quietly advised him to control himself a little.
It’s not because of why we have to consider our image. After all, status and ability can often be used as beauty filters.
It's like if a person has an average income but likes to buy action figures and play games, he will be called a stupid 2D person with no ambition.
But if a rich man does the same thing, it can be said that he does not have any bad habits.
In the same way, if the person here was a dishevelled homeless man wolfing down the barbecue like this, he would probably be scolded for looking poor.
But what if it is the powerful president of Dai Nippon Bank and chairman of Kengankai?
That's called being generous, do you understand?
To add icing on the cake, it is quite enviable that a 94-year-old man can still have such a good appetite and good teeth and enjoy barbecue.
But...after all, my age is there, so I should try to control the subtlety of the oiliness and sweetness.
Goo!
After taking the barbecue out of his mouth, Katara Metō let out a sigh of relief and continued with the second half of the sentence.
"It would be nice if we could have dessert later."
"That's natural."
Sakayanagi Seimori smiled calmly.
He had arranged all this long ago.
"Hehehe~"
At this moment, Arisu Sakayanagi beside her suddenly chuckled. She lowered her head and held her mobile phone, and there seemed to be some message displayed on the screen.
Sakayanagi Narimori turned around and looked at his daughter. He did not blame her for playing with her cell phone at the dinner table. He just asked out of curiosity.
"What's wrong, Arisu, why are you smiling so happily?"
"Well, it's a net profit of pocket money."
After replying to the message, Sakayanagi Arisu looked very satisfied.
Pocket money...
As soon as I heard the tone, I knew who transferred this message.
Katara Metō smiled at Wu Huiliyang.
Wu Huiliyang drank the sake in the cup and rolled her eyes lightly, which roughly means "laugh at your sister".
Garuda rolled away from his seat, and without even putting down his chopsticks, he sneaked to Sakayanagi Arisu's side, his eyes wide open with excitement.
"Brother, how many are there?"
"About half a million..."
Arisu Sakayanagi showed her the transfer records.
"There's so much, you're being biased!" Garuda pouted in dissatisfaction, "My brother only gave me a red envelope of 50,000 yuan on my birthday before."
"I see. Unfortunately, these are points and can only be used in this school. Although they have the same value as yen, they cannot be used in place of yen. Otherwise, I would give Garuda a huge red envelope right now."
Sakayanagi Arisu hummed softly, thought for a moment, and snapped his fingers softly.
"That's fine then. After dinner, we'll go to the shopping mall and Garuda can ask for anything he wants. Just think of it as a birthday gift as compensation. How do you think?"
"Well, no problem! Long live Arisu-nee!"
"Hehehe~"
The girls' laughter echoed at the dining table, while Yukinoshita Haruno, who was sitting with her mother, felt like an outsider.
Almost since she could remember, she had been constantly learning how to treat people from childhood to adulthood, and she could always come up with the most appropriate solution in any occasion.
It makes people feel friendly while maintaining an appropriate distance. To use an inappropriate metaphor, it is like walking through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on you.
But the current situation made her feel that she really couldn't get a word in...
No, you can’t say that either.
It is actually possible to interrupt if you really want to, it's just that you may not be used to it.
It seemed like she was wearing a ball red wine evening gown on this side, and a beer hot pot vest on the other side.
She was polite and tactful in her words, but the people on the other side were already hugging each other and drinking wine together as if they were a family.
It’s not that I can’t fit in, I just always feel like something is a little weird.
Or is this the power of throwing tiles?
With her mind full of random thoughts, Yukinoshita Haruno subconsciously glanced to the side, wondering what her mother, who was always so versatile and strong, would do in the same situation.
However, when she raised her head, their eyes met in the air, and she was surprised to find that her mother was looking at her at the same time.
……Eh?
The girl was stunned.
"Sakayanagi."
Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Katahara Metō said slowly.
"Regarding what I said before about the Kengankai, do you still hold the same opinion as before?"
"Well, I still stick to my original idea." Sakayanagi Seimori said in a low but serious voice, "Although it may be a bit impolite to say this, joining the Kengankai really won't help me much. Maybe I am just a person without much ambition."
At the end, even he laughed.
Chengshou, on the other hand, means to maintain the achievements of ancestors and not let them fall.
In fact, since Sakayanagi Seimori took over the school from his father, there has been almost no essential change in the past few decades except that the facilities on campus have been constantly updated.
He, Sakayanagi Narimori, is indeed just a person who can maintain the status quo.
This has nothing to do with ability, but everything to do with ambition.
If the purpose is just to keep this school, then joining the Kengankai is really irrelevant.
Although his invitation was rejected, Katara Metō was not angry. He just hummed softly, took the glass filled with sake with the help of his daughter, and drank it all in one gulp.
