Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

The final result was somewhat dramatic.

By dinner time, Deng still hadn't figured out the basic formulas of conic sections, and Aine had basically forgotten everything she learned yesterday.

The polarity is reversed.

If it were just like this, it would be fine. After all, at least everyone is having fun.

Until Xiangzi came in with the blue lunch box that he bought with Kashiwa Miki last time in Shimokitazawa, and he was searching for his own little chair as if no one was around, but finally found it under Aine's butt.

I tested it, there is a cow!

So the three girls sat in a row in silence. Aiyin was sandwiched between Deng and Xiangzi. She wanted to say something to liven up the atmosphere, but found that she couldn't say anything.

I really like what Kashiwa Sanki said on the night of his live performance: You were in Tokyo when their group was breaking up, and you meddled in their affairs.

"Let's eat. Come, try the snow peas I made."

In order to ease the atmosphere, Baihe Sanhui decided to contribute part of his lunch. He took out a small toothpick and invited the three girls to try the three dishes and one soup he made at home.

"Wow... so crispy, the beef is delicious too, Xiang... Aine wants some too."

I clearly wanted to ask Xiangzi to try it with me, Gao Songdeng.

"Come and try it, Xiangzi-kun. After all, it's Ke-chan's cooking."

Holy Ayin, greatness needs no words.

Xiangzi blushed, and passed over the food on the toothpick in Aiyin's hand, and directly used his chopsticks to pick up the food in Kashiwa Sanhui's box, shaking it proudly.

I am declaring my sovereignty. Am I a human being?

Baihe Sanhui supported his chin and looked at the girls who were awkward but wanted to chat together, and couldn't help but smile faintly.

The child looking at the lamp looked like he clearly wanted to say something to Xiangzi, but he couldn't help but look at Xiangzi. He secretly glanced at Xiangzi and then turned his head back. It was obvious that he really wanted to talk to Xiangzi, right?

But because they are rivals now, he doesn't dare to go up and talk to her. I guess he is struggling fiercely in his heart. What a cute and awkward little Deng.

"Well, the principal's wife came to me this morning and revealed some things about this year's school festival."

After eating and drinking to their heart's content, Kashiwa Sanhui made some good tea for the girls and prepared to chat with them to help them digest their food - of course, Aiyin had no tea to drink, only cakes and the small cherries that Kashiwa Sanhui had bought that morning.

Every time I made tea for Aine, she couldn't drink it. When it comes to metaphysics, if it doesn't involve any principled issues, sometimes you have to believe in it. It's like the clock in the space base. If you touch it, something bad will happen.

Seeing the girls stop smacking their lips and curiously come to the table, Kashiwa Sanhui continued, "A group of old white guys from an investment company are planning to come over for an inspection and see how our school festival is going."

"Ask a question!" Aine raised her hand straight up. "Is it an old man like Ko-chan, the one who wears a trench coat, a tuxedo, and a top hat all day, looking so old-fashioned, just like the capitalists in TV dramas?"

Do you compare this old man who plays with finance with industrial capitalists? He seems a bit like a capitalist, Aiyin.

"Uh... that's about right? But that's not the point—"

Baihe Sanhui opened a pineapple-flavored lollipop and continued, "The point is, as a teacher representative, I want to put on a show for those old guys to amuse them so I can get a loan for our school."

"Doctor, I have a question!"

Deng spat the cherry stem he'd accidentally eaten onto the paper towel-lined table, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and asked, "What's the doctor planning?"

"Well... I have some ideas for now, but I hope someone can help me..."

The three of them raised their hands at the same time, and the first conflict between mygo and Endless crychic broke out with Kashiwa Miki's request as the fuse.

"Doctor, I am your captain, how can you not listen to me?" Xiangzi directly used the gravity (social significance) killer move of a higher-ranking official to crush others.

"Doctor, I can do it too, please let me do it." Deng had nothing to threaten Kashiwa Sanhui with, so he could only try to impress Kashiwa Sanhui with his cute little penguin-like eyes.

"Of course, Ke-chan wants our Mygo band to help—oh, it seems Sue and the others can't get in—but it doesn't matter, Deng and I are enough!"

Kashiwa Sanhui was a little surprised that such a scene would happen. He stopped thinking with his mouth open, and the lollipop fell to the ground.

"I...I'm the only one who has to go on stage. I don't need so many people to help me."

The three little hands were raised higher, and Aine even shook them playfully, just like the lovers in the old romance movies bidding farewell to the sailors who were about to embark on a long voyage.

"...I have a small request."

"You said x3!"

"You have to speak good English because you're performing for a bunch of old European guys."

Aine’s expression changed, and she put her hand down awkwardly.

"It requires the ability to play saxophone or accordion. I plan to play old-school music like blues jazz."

Deng lowered his head with a gloomy look, and his expression was as sad as a little penguin that accidentally missed the food given by its parents and slipped into the sea.

Xiangzi smiled proudly. Fortunately, he had learned a little bit of accordion before, although it was only for two weeks. But if he spent some time to pick it up, he would definitely have no problem going on stage to help the doctor.

Oh, what if the school really did scam me out of money, and the doctor accidentally got promoted? The doctor would be so happy, bringing his promotion report and a big bouquet of roses to me, hugging me affectionately, saying things like "I love you"...

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Aiyin and Xiangzi's figures overlap at this moment. Is this the inheritance of the Tang Clan?

"Xiangzi, wipe your saliva."

I fantasized about classmate Xiangzi in broad daylight.

Sooner or later, Xiangzi and that guy Li Xiao will be separated. Look, he has led Xiangzi astray.

"Oh... I'm sorry." Xiangzi's pretty face turned red unnaturally.

"I should remind you that students from Tsukinomori and Hanasakigawa can actually take the bus to visit our school."

!!!

Xiangzi seemed to have thought of something bad, his face changed drastically, and his raised hand froze.

Deng and Aine's expressions immediately changed. One of them smiled more outrageously than anyone else, while the other one was obviously smoking champagne in her heart just by looking at her expression.

Opening champagne is really contagious.

……

"What are you talking about, Dad? I'm clearly ready to buy back that coffee shop. You know how valuable that location is. If we sell it, won't it make a fortune?"

"Why should I stop?"

In an office, Sanji Gashuin, who had unknowingly gained weight, pressed his father's desk and yelled, his eyes red, without any courtesy that a son should have towards his father.

"Have you read the newspaper? Have you seen what those gossipy media outlets are saying? Where's the political sensitivity I taught you?"

"My monastery, have you forgotten that I gave you this task just to give you practice and prepare to take over my job, not to make money for you?"

The old man whose name was written on the name tag was Yamayoshi Masaru. He had sparse hair, an unnaturally pale face, and an accent that was completely inconsistent with his large physique.

"...I'm sorry, father. I was too anxious."

Old man, if you're sick, just go home and recuperate. Wouldn't it be better if you let me take over your job and help our family earn money? Look at this shabby house you live in...

Sanjizheng took off his glasses and looked at his son carefully and reluctantly, with a deep look in his eyes.

"Son, remember this: I was only seventeen when I took over from your grandfather. He didn't cry when the Americans took him away, but he cried his eyes out in front of me at home."

"He did bad things, and your grandfather really deserved to die, but before he died, he placed the hopes of the family in my hands. He knew I could be relied upon."

"I've worked so hard for so many years, earning so little every month. I've worked so hard to support you and your mother."

"Do you think I have no chance of making money? I'm trying to atone for your grandfather's sins. Your grandfather had eight sons, but he handed the class to me, the most honest one. That's what he was thinking."

"And you, my son," the old man stood up tremblingly, looking down at Sanjiga Shuin with his 1.9-meter height, and the latter couldn't help but feel a little weak in the knees.

"Although you are my son who was born in my old age and my only child, I don't see anything about you that makes me feel safe leaving my family to you."

"You're almost forty, but your eyes are still the same as when you were twenty, young, innocent... and ignorant."

Patting my monk on the shoulder, the old man walked away slowly with his cane.

"Get this done properly and don't leave any evidence behind."

"Some money is fine to take, I don't blame you; but some money, if you touch it, you will die without a burial place. Don't mention my name when the time comes, I can't help you."

"Once you've done that, go to Osaka and gain experience for two or three years. As long as I'm still alive, this chair will be yours. Otherwise, I'd rather give it to someone else."

Leave it to outsiders, leave it to outsiders...

Looking at my father's receding back, my eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot, and my feet couldn't help but tense up. This is the preparatory action of any creature with four limbs when preparing to sprint.

I remember the old guy was almost a hundred years old. That's really exaggerated. Now that he's dead, my position will be his.

This is the rule, after all, my father and I are in the same department.

Handing it over to outsiders or something... You really dare to think so, old man...

The old man who refuses to die is a thief...

Desire erupts at this moment.

Mona, who was far away in the Louvre of Shigenjaya, was lazily basking in the sun, with her tail wagging. Suddenly, she stood up and looked towards a towering building in the distance.

I always feel like there's trouble... I'll talk to Lian about it later, and even if there's nothing wrong, I'll have to prepare well.

(PS: Friends who are familiar with P5 should know that the palace is usually opened at this point)