Quickly wear it and get rid of his virtuous character

Matsutsuji Benjiro's eyes were firm. "My father believes in me so much. I must work hard and strive to build a career to make him proud of me."

When Su Tong heard this, his face turned blue with anger, but now was not the time to be sulking. Those people had almost finished selecting books, so Su Tong quietly walked in front of Matsumoto Jiro while others were not paying attention.

"Young man, I can't read, but my husband asked me to buy some books and I can't find them. Can you help me find them?" Su Tong looked embarrassed.

Matsumoto Jiro looked up at the lady in front of him, blinked, and seemed a little dazed, but he still stood up like a gentleman.

"Of course, but what kind of books do you need?"

Su Tong pointed to a remote corner and said, "It seems to be over there, but I can't read and have never found it. Could you please help me find it?"

Matsumoto Jiro walked over in the direction of the other person's finger and was about to ask the name of the book, but before he could finish his words, the lady covered his mouth and dragged him to a corner outside.

"What are you doing?" Matsumoto Benjiro struggled hard, "Do you know who I am?"

Su Tong looked around and found that there was no one around. He could no longer suppress his anger and slapped the man.

"Of course I know who you are. Because I know who you are, I absolutely cannot bear to see you make the same mistake again and again." Su Tong gritted his teeth, "Don't you think I look familiar?"

Matsumoto Jiro covered his face with his hands, opened his mouth, looked at the other person's tearful face, and nodded slowly.

"You do look familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen you before."

Su Tong also understood that it was not the child's fault. He was still a child when he got lost. Perhaps something happened in the middle that caused him to forget his life experience.

"You are not a Japanese child, you are a Chinese child, my biological brother. I don't know how you fell into the hands of the Japanese, but no one in our Su family has ever been a traitor." Su Tong clenched his fists when he said this, and even told the cause of his parents' death.

"Brother, stop working for the Japanese. Pack up your things and come with me abroad!" Su Tong didn't want his younger brother to get involved, so he planned to take him abroad first, and after he had established a foothold there, he would bring his brother over for the final family reunion.

Matsumoto Benjiro fell to the ground in a daze. "I... I am indeed not a child of the Matsumoto family. I was adopted by them. I always thought I was Japanese..."

Matsumoto Jiro shook his head vigorously and several images suddenly appeared in his mind. When he looked at Su Tong again, his eyes became red.

"Although I can't remember anything from my childhood, you look very familiar to me. I... I'm panicking now and need to go back and think carefully..."

Su Tong pursed his lips, "Okay, but you must tell me the answer as soon as possible after you think it through. The Japanese are not good people. They wantonly burn, kill and loot on our Chinese land. We should not have anything to do with such a heartless thing."

Everything that happened today changed Matsumoto Jiro's worldview. He always thought that he was a Japanese orphan adopted by his parents, but a woman suddenly appeared in front of him and claimed to be his sister. The most important thing was that he felt that the person in front of him was very familiar, and even the scenes of their childhood together emerged in his mind.

Matsumoto Benjiro returned to the bookstore in a daze. When his friends saw him, there was surprise in their eyes.

"What's wrong with your face? Did anyone hit you?"

Matsumoto Jiro subconsciously touched his face, which was burning with pain. He smiled awkwardly, "It was me. Just now a mosquito flew over, and I used a little more force."

The friends did not suspect anything, and after buying the books, they went back home as a group. During dinner, Matsumoto Benjiro looked at the Japanese food in front of him and felt a little dazed. This was not something he should eat.

"Jiro, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Jiro Matsumoto's question, Jiro Matsumoto quickly looked up. When he just met the other person's eyes, he subconsciously lowered his head out of guilt.

"I...I didn't do well in the exam this time. I didn't get a perfect score. I failed my father's high hopes for me..."

When Jiro Matsumoto heard this, he laughed a few times and said, "As expected of my son, you are really ambitious. Although you didn't get full marks, your score is indeed ranked first, which is already great. Keep working hard and strive to contribute to the Empire of Japan as soon as possible."

"Yes." In the past, Matsumoto Jiro had always answered with confidence, but this time he felt guilty and didn't even dare to look the other person directly in the eye.

Jiro Matsutada didn't think much about it, thinking that his son was upset, so he casually said a few words to comfort him.

At night, Matsumoto Jiro lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He put on his clothes and prepared to ask his father for advice.

"Hey, these kids you trained, Matsumoto, are really great. They are all very smart. They even brought us a lot of information a while ago."

"Thank you, Lieutenant General. We have planted a lot of people in the Red Party before, but they were discovered because they were Chinese. But this time is different. We are using Chinese to fight Chinese. Even if they find out, they probably won't have the heart to do it. Anyway, the dead are Chinese, and our Great Japanese Empire will not suffer any losses."

"Hahaha... Yoshi, Matsumoto-kun, you did a great job. I will definitely ask for credit for you when the time comes."

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Matsumoto Jiro was just suspicious at first, and when he heard the conversation inside, he was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. However, in order not to arouse the suspicion of the people in the room, he walked on tiptoe carefully. When he returned to his room, Matsumoto Jiro could no longer hold back and buried his head in the quilt and cried bitterly. It turned out that he was really Chinese, but he had been working for the Japanese.

"No, I can't be a traitor." Matsumoto Jiro, no, it should be said that the younger brother of the Su family doesn't want to stay in Japan now, he wants to go back to his sister.

But what should I do with my compatriots? My friends are all Chinese, they should not be driven by the Japanese. There are also spies planted in the Red Party before, these people must be found out to restore peace to the world.

The younger brother of the Su family seemed to have made up his mind. By the next morning, he had returned to his previous demeanor and even became more kind to the people around him.

"Father, I heard that you have been very busy with official duties recently and haven't had a rest for a long time. This is the ginseng tea I specially asked the kitchen to make for you." Matsumoto Jiro handed over the cup considerately.

Jiro Matsumoto didn't think much about it. On the contrary, he thought his son was very considerate. "I've seen that your grades have been very good recently, so I plan to bring you back to Japan in a while and train you well."

The so-called training is nothing more than bringing him back to Japan, and then making him work harder for Japan after he accepts Japanese ideas there. But he is a Chinese, and he has Chinese blood in his bones. He would never work hard for such a bastard.