Zongman: Harem's Music

Chapter 212: A dark heart beats a sharp tongue.

He was the one who invited us, but he had no intention of finding a topic to talk about!

After a few minutes of silence, Nishimiya Tsutomu thought to himself: If this continues, we should all take out our phones and check our Moments to relieve boredom.

"By the way, Kasumigaoka, your 'Love Metronome' is almost at volume five, right?" Nishimiya Tsuyoshi said, shifting his sitting position and propping up his chin. "Looking at the plot progression, it seems like it's almost coming to an end. Have you decided on a finale? Just so you know, if it ends tragically, even I, your biggest fan, will be upset!"

""

Kasumigaoka Utaha was stunned for a moment, then glanced sideways and said, "Having created a tragic love story that lingered for thirteen years, which set off a train-shaking frenzy in the online world, it seems a bit strange that Wuwei, one of the top five most hard-hearted authors in the light novel world, said this!"

"They are just empty names!" Xigong Si waved his hand.

Dirt

Seeing Nishimiya Tsuyoshi 15, who is not ashamed but proud of it, Kasumigaoka Utaha said: I have seen people with thick skin, but you are the first one so thick-skinned.

"Sorry for the wait!"

"Two plates of seared steak, two chocolate biscotti, and these two fruit salads as an apology gift from our restaurant."

"Call me if you need anything else!"

Nishimiya Tsukasa and Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded: "Thank you!"

The last time I ate this thing was in the world of Attack on Titan. I redeemed it with points.

The fork is fixed, and as the knife cuts in, the rich meat flows out, responding to the meaty aroma and stimulating one's appetite.

“Looks pretty good”

As Xigong Siyi said this, he put the Zhisong into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

After Nishimiya Tsukasa's proactive communication just now, Kasumigaoka Utaha, whose sharp tongue was subconsciously exposed, seemed to relax a little: "Is Nishimiya-kun a student?"

"Well, let's just call it that!"

He swallowed the beef in his mouth and said, "Although I basically haven't been to school since the third grade. I think my current student registration is at Fengzhiqi Private High School, but apart from the entrance exam, I haven't been there yet!"

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Kasumigaoka Utaha paused with her hands holding the knife and fork.

Toyonosaki, that's the school you attend.

Nishimiya Tsukasa, who really liked seeing Kasumigaoka Utaha's surprised expression, asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled, "I'm just a little surprised, Nishimiya-kun!"

Nishimiya Tsuyoshi tilted his head.

"I'm a sophomore at Toyosaki Private High School!" Kasumigaoka Utaha said with a faint smile, "I'm your senior, your elder sister, not your teacher!"

This secretly proud girl seemed to be bothered by the fact that her younger brother had made far greater achievements in light novels than her, so she deliberately addressed Nishimiya Siyi as "Teacher Wuwei" in an effort to regain her confidence in her studies.

Nishimiya Tsugumi blinked. "Why are you so sure I'm a first-year student and not a third-year student?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha: ""

Well, I won’t tease you anymore!

Nishimiya Tsuyoshi smiled and said, "I'm kidding, I'm really just a first-year student, Kasumigaoka-senpai!"

""

Although I achieved my goal, I didn't feel the joy I had imagined.

Thirty minutes later.

The two walked out of the store side by side.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Senior Sister Kasumigaoka!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded slightly.

As a popular writer whose works have sold over 70 copies, she has no problem spending money on a slightly expensive meal.

After calling over Mr. Chai and the little fairy, two adorable creatures, Nishimiya Siyi said, "Then... I'll go towards Kyoto City. What about you?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Ukyo Ward isn't on the way!"

After watching Kasumigaoka Utaha board a direct bus, Nishimiya Tsuyoshi took the two beasts into a black Audi that had been parked on the side of the road for a long time.

Today was generally good except for the little awkwardness caused by the clerk's fleeting look of doubt when she was checking out at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

On the way home from school in the evening, the sunset at 300 degrees in the sky shone golden on the street.

The little girl with two pigtails tilted her head and asked, "Hey, what do you want to be when you grow up, Siyi-kun?"

"Forehead"

The brown-haired boy thought for a moment and said, "I might write a novel or something, maybe!"

The little girl started to say, "Great! Siyi, come up with the most amazing stories, and I'll draw them into the most awesome scenes. Let's create a love game as awesome as Little Love~"

"Okay!" the boy nodded.

"Hmm~"

Lying on the edge of the bed, Eriri opened her eyes. "How long has it been? Fourth grade, fifth grade, sixth grade, first grade of junior high school, second grade of junior high school, third grade of junior high school... He probably has forgotten it, right?"

"Is your pen name...Wu Wei?"

Ying Lili picked up the phone beside her.

I entered "勿為" into Yahoo search.

Chapter 213: The eldest brother is doomed!

The next day.

Kochiba Dojo in Kyoto.

Next to a cherry blossom forest in the backyard, Nishimiya Tsuyoshi, dressed in a kimono and wooden clogs, hovered his right hand over the handle of a katana pressed against his left waist.

"Whoo~"

After taking a horse stance, he took a deep breath.

Not far away, Chiba Takamori stood there with his arms folded across his chest, watching quietly.

He was waiting for Nishimiya Tsuyoshi's next move, and what was Nishimiya Tsuyoshi waiting for while maintaining that posture?

The wind came quietly with slow steps, and after rolling up the scattered cherry blossom petals on the ground, they rose slightly into the air, and then fell to the ground and rolled like pink ripples; it continued to move forward, it climbed up the tree trunk, it passed through the branches, it was under the force of the sea of ​​cherry blossoms, it created a flurry of petals like snow.

Zheng~

The sword was unsheathed in an instant, and a sharp cold light flashed in the pink!

Together?

Count?

Countless paths!

The dreamy, pink and elegant flower snow that was previously interpreted by cherry blossoms collapsed and disintegrated in the sword shadow that flew by like a gust of wind!

The speed of cherry blossoms falling is 5 centimeters per second

Blown down from the treetops by the wind, several cherry blossoms gracefully walked through the treetops to a distance of about two meters in front of Nishimiya Tsutomu.

1 dollars in 25 seconds!

5 dollars in 125 seconds!

Draw the sword back into the sheath.

All the cherry blossoms that entered the two-meter fan-shaped area in front of Nishimiya Tsuyoshi were cut 3 to 6 times; the petals that looked like snow to the naked eye were scattered around Nishimiya Tsuyoshi in a fine powder-like state.

Snap~Snap~Snap~Snap~

Chiba Shugan couldn't hide his excitement, clapping his hands repeatedly and saying, "Have you heard the story of Ito Ittosai slashing Piaoxue with a single sword? You've already entered the realm of legends that the rest of us can't even begin to reach, Jiyi."

"Thank you for your kind words, teacher!" Nishimiya Siyi smiled modestly.

"No, no, no!" Chiba Longsheng said sternly, "You are the only living legend who can cut flying flowers with a swift sword! And you are only fourteen years old!"

At this point, Chiba Longsheng seemed to see an invisible chasm called talent, leaving him powerless and helpless. He could only sigh at the chasm that was beyond his reach. "If you had lived in that chaotic era of cold weapons, you would definitely be a great swordsman on par with our ancestor, Chiba Shusaku Zhengcheng. It's a pity that in today's world, your goal is just to become a so-called master of the honorary tenth dan!"

Even though he was praised to such an extent, Nishimiya Siyi remained calm.

To be honest, he just incorporated his explosive power into the sword swing!

In the shortest possible time, he continuously swung his sword to create a fan-shaped field of chaotic blades; no matter who it was, as long as they had the same explosive power as him, they could do this. Moreover, whether they had the actual combat ability was still questionable, after all, the opponent would not stand there and let you chop him!

This requires many complex factors and possibilities to be adjusted.

But then again, if one could take a further step forward in physical strength, or acquire energy that could be attached to the surface of the sword, releasing sword energy, sword pressure, and sword power while swinging the sword wildly, it would be a move that could be named.

If you just stay at this stage, just treat it as a fancy way of looking cool.

Putting his thoughts away, Nishimiya Tsutomu smiled and said, "Forget it. I can't stand living in an era without computers and the Internet!"

Chiba Longsheng smiled bitterly: "Aren't you being too modest, kid?"

I just have a broader vision than you, but I won't be polite when I need to be proud! Xigong Si thought to himself.

Enter the side hall.

“These wooden shoes are really uncomfortable to wear and inconvenient to move around in.”

Muttering, Nishimiya Tsuyoshi took off his clogs and sat on a cushion, "I really wonder what kind of mentality the person who invented this was thinking!"

"Clogs originated from China. Originally, they were a formal attire worn by women at weddings. During the Eastern Han Dynasty, they became a favorite among the nobility, and later became popular among the military. Ancient times were vastly different from today, whether it was shoemaking technology or the paths they took. Regardless, they are a culture that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day."

Qianye Longsheng, who sat in front of Nishimiya Siyi, poured him a cup of tea and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Did Zhou Qian contact you before he left?"

"Forehead"

Seeing Qianye Longsheng suddenly mention the senior brother who ran away from marriage, Nishimiya Tsuyoshi was unsure of Qianye Longsheng's pulse and asked tentatively: "What do you mean?"

"Do you know where he ran to?" Chiba Takamori asked again.

Nishimiya Tsuyoshi picked up the teacup: "I'm not sure either."

"You don't have to cover for him!" Chiba Longsheng took a sip of tea. "You don't dare to take responsibility for what you did. Do you think running to Hokkaido will put everything behind you?"

I'm afraid it's just a pill, Big Brother.

"I want you to bring him back!" said Chiba Takamori.

Xigong Si shook his head repeatedly: "Don't joke with me, he will fight me to the death and hate me for the rest of his life. I won't be a traitor!"

"His whereabouts are completely under my control. I can bring him back with just one phone call!" Chiba Longsheng sighed after saying this. "But a forced melon is not sweet. I understand this truth. You are close to him. I want you to go to see him with that girl from the Nagashima family. Whether it is possible or not, let's talk it out in person to avoid any tangled mess!"

Chapter 214: An Extraordinary Woman (Part 1)

"Hmm~"

Soaking in the hot spring of the Little Chiba Dojo, Nishimiya Tsuyoshi stretched his body and recalled what Chiba Takamori had said before, which scared him so much that his heart was racing. He thought to himself: This is a cool move, I can't play it!

"No matter what, let's say hello to Big Brother!"

Nishimiya Tsuyoshi murmured and stood up from the hot spring pool.

After changing back into casual clothes in the cubicle, Nishimiya Tsukazu took out his cell phone from his coat pocket.

As soon as he unlocked the screen and before he could click into the address book, a series of new emails appeared, catching his attention.

Click in to take a look.

:traitor!!!

: Tragedy Demon!!

: Cuckold pervert!!

: Super Invincible Iron Heart

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The tone of voice she spoke in was that of a poor reader who had been fed shit, and it was most likely a girl.

Why a girl?

The words used are too weak. The words used by angry male readers are ten times more harsh than this! !

However, what surprised Nishimiya Tsuyoshi was that the email was received in the email address not the public email address of his identity as a writer, but a private email address.