As he said, Fujimoto took off his suit jacket and hooked his hands toward the paper: "If you want to be a green day, at least you have to be able to play, right? See, here I am the weakest person who gives orders. If you can't even win me, don't be dreaming of a green day.

　　 You signed my contract, and I will send you to the assembly line in the black factory. Unless you earn me 10 million Yingzhou coins, you will not let you go even if you vomit blood. "

　　 This is a lie.

　　He is not only the few people who can hit the most here, but he has also made up his mind to break his legs in the cruelest way to suppress his unrealistic thoughts.

　　 After a big deal, I will raise a waste for three or four days. Yingzhou’s social welfare is not bad for the time being. He took his household registration certificate and driver’s license to do a few votes and earned it back.

　　 Being Yakuza is not a shantang.

　　 Every year, this kind of dumb guy comes over and wants to join the gang, wishing to sit and make a lot of money after murder and arson. In fact, there is no guy who can come in handy.

　　 is all waste.

　　 The result can only harm others and self.

　　 "Come on! Come on!"

　　 He patted his chest and yelled at the hesitantly holding paper: "Why don't you move! Are you a waste? Or, your determination is so embarrassing, holding paper!"

　　 "I...I'm afraid of hurting you." The amateur said timidly, "I'm great, really."

　　 The sound of laughter rang around.

　　 Fujimoto laughed upright and patted his chest. The smile of the former'Ghost Fujimoto' became more and more mocking: "Come on, Mr. Huaizhi, come and fight here, let me see how good you are."

　　 In the silence, the shivering pregnant paper hesitated for a long time, then slowly nodded.

　　 Then, took a step forward.

　　 Take a deep breath.

　　 In the mocking eyes of many people around, he slowly bends down, like a horse stance, his hands are forward, and his head is raised to look at the front of Fujimoto.

　　 The gaze under the bangs seemed to be serious.

　　'S so skillful and conspicuous structure made others startled, incredible.

　　 Sumo?

　　 That's right, that's the starting hand exclusively for sumo.

　　 Shi cut.

　　 lowered the center of gravity, hands forward, ready to wrestle with his opponent at any time.

　　 But that is the exclusive posture of sumo wrestling giants weighing more than two hundred catties and big waists. It is extremely funny when it is put out by the thin paper like a luchai stick.

　　 "Oh, this is still a strong man."

　　 Fujimoto pounced and couldn't help laughing: "Is this going to sumo with me? Come on, come on!"

　　 "Be careful, Mr. Fujimoto."

　　 A paper-carrying amateur leaned forward and said softly: "I have been practicing sumo since I was a child. If I accidentally hurt you, I will be sad."

　　 This is also a lie.

　　 This is the posture he learned from "Teaching Sumo Tips in Ten Minutes" that he bought in the subway bookstore before going out. After ten minutes of learning, Huaizhi felt that he had completely mastered the sport of sumo.

　　En, take this pose, but before the opening, it seems to be...

　　 He raised his hands and slowly put them down.

　　 Pressed on the thigh, supported the upper body, and then took a deep, deep, deep... take a breath.

　　 It's almost like sucking all the air in the basement into your stomach.

The shocking lung capacity made Fujimoto's face changed, but before he could speak, he saw it. His body was leaning, his left foot slowly lifted, lifted, lifted...to a height above the top of his head, and then , The hurricane howled.

　　 There was a loud noise.

　　 The dojo that the entire underground warehouse was transformed into had a huge shock at that moment.

　　 Like a heavy iron pile with a pile driver smashed on the ground, countless dust flew up from under the tatami, and floated in the sky embarrassingly.

　　Because, the left foot raised by the paper, suddenly fell to the ground!

　　 right after that!

　　 There was another loud noise, and there were already two big holes on the tatami, and his feet sank deeply under the floor, almost covering the interruption of the calf.

　　 eliminate evil spirits and purify the soil.

　　 The breath of sacred solemnity comes from that structure.

　　 This is perfect-‘four shares’!

　　The preparation work has been completed.

　　 At that moment, a deep and empty sound burst out.

　　 The paper-carrying amateur raised his arm and withdrew forward. A slow and heavy blow smashed the air, set off a hurricane, and threw forward. A series of low muffled sounds kept ringing.

　　 As he moved forward step by step, his arms continued to push his hands forward, spreading an overwhelmingly terrifying aura.

　　 Push hands!

　　 Just an instant, the palms that were pushed forward in turn came to Fujimoto's face, and after a distance of more than one meter, Fujimoto was almost out of breath.

　　 It's hard to breathe!

　　 "Stop! Stop! Stop!!!"

　　 Fujimoto forgot the previous mockery, staggered back, shouting in horror.

　　 The protruding palm stopped on his chest.

　　 Twenty centimeters apart, a five-fingered palm print appeared on the wet shirt on his chest...

　　 If you are hit by this pusher, you will die!

　　 The sweaty Fujimoto was stuck in place, his legs felt a little soft, and seeing the autistic and restless pockets in front of him, he felt like a beast hiding his face, completely out of breath.

　　 "You... are you a sublimator?"

　　 "Yeah." The paper-loving amateur nodded.

"wait--"

　　 Fujimoto waved his hand this time, took out the phone again, went to the corner, got through Tanaka's phone, and began to scold again: Why didn't you say the **** bitch?

　　 "I told you, I told you a long time ago, that kid is amazing, really amazing! But you were patronizing curses at the time!"

Tanaka asked in grief and indignation: "He grew up in the dojo of Matsumoto Otsuki, Matsumoto Otsuki, that is the Matsumoto who almost won Yokozuna! If he is not a mixed breed and urgently needs money, he might have gone out early Clouds, I introduce you to such a great person, and you **** scold me, you are still not a human being!"

　　 The embarrassed Fujimoto was scolded for ten minutes, and he nodded and bowed in thanks.

　　 After hanging up the phone, the expression of looking at the pregnant paper was very complicated.

　　 "Do you really want to join Green Day?"

"Well, I have already thought about it, Mr. Tanaka also advised me, but I need money..." The paper-carrying amateur raised his head, through the bangs, his eyes could be felt sincere, and he said from the heart: "I If you want to make money, the more money the better!"

　　 "……"

　　 In silence, Fujimoto sighed helplessly and waved.

　　 "I see, I'll report to the people above, I'm pregnant with paper...Shojin, do you have a place to live in Kyoto?"

　　 Huaizhi shook his head.

　　 "Then stay in the Fujimoto team for now, don't worry, there will be results soon."

Fujimoto put on his coat again, looking at the harmless dark man beside him, he always felt frightened, and finally asked: "By the way, it is convenient for you to let me take a look at your...features? You can also get it for you. A code name, you can't work with your real name, right?"

　　Characteristic, a mark that distinguishes each other between hybrids.

　　 held the paper in silence for a long time, raised his hand, and pressed down the messy hair, revealing the small protruding corners of the hair on both sides.

　　 "Is it a ghost?" Fujimoto was taken aback, and then suddenly: "No, ghosts are generally not able to control their own character. If you want to say it, it is a bit like the Minotaur group."

　　 "Because of this, everyone has called me Tauren since I was a kid."

　　 held the paper and brushed the cut bangs, and smiled at Fujimoto, the pale and weak face suddenly showed a handsome smile.

　　 "So, if there is a code name, call me "Tauren"."

　　 He said so.

　　 Even the code name is as harmless as I am.

After 　　, the arrangements were lacklustre. After registering a little detailed information, he was sent to a messy hotel in the inner circle of Tanba.

　　 lived in a messy room with six or seven people.

　　 But for mixed breeds, it’s good not to go to sleep on the street. Where can I force more?

　　 Fujimoto also bought him a bedding and washbasin, and reminded him to take good care of his personal belongings. After all, the hands and feet of the roommates may not be clean.

　　Waiting to watch Fujimoto leave, and after a friendly and timid smile at the roommates, the amateur with papers lay on the bed and began to sleep.

　　 There was a cold voice in his ears.

　　 "It seems that the infiltration mission was performed smoothly?"

　　 "Who said no?"

Huai Shi’s lips buzzed silently, sighed, and smelled the pungent second-hand smoke in the air. In the sound of the roommates picking their feet and playing cards, the brand-new Mr. Tauren began to doubt... his own paintings. Is the wind strange again?

　　 And, why do you always have a relationship with the two or five boys?

　　.

　　.

　　 Things have to start three days ago.

　　 After Huai Shi hurried to Kyoto, she was taken to the residence of the Kyoto Astronomical Society by the students of the Ivory Tower waiting at the entrance of the station before she left the station.

　　 To be precise, it was in a cell.

　　 About a month ago, a biology professor who worked at the Ivory Tower was secretly arrested because he was involved in the current situation.

　　 Actually, this is not a big deal, it's just a question.

　　 Some recent trends in Green Sun and some clues they tracked down.

　　 The people from the Astronomical Society didn’t think how deeply such a dedicated biology professor could mix up ~lightnovelpub.net~ However, the old professor hadn't spoken a word since he was arrested.

　　 refused to cooperate, refused to talk, and refused any legal aid.

　　 Except for the initial request.

　　He said, "I want to see the people in the Ivory Tower."

　　 This is one of the purposes of the Yingzhou Academic Exchange Group that has not been announced on the bright side this time, and the deputy principal Mr. Isaac is responsible for this matter.

　　He must help clear up the suspicion of this highly respected professor who has educated countless people, and he must take it back.

　　 It's a pity... Professor Miyamoto was disappointed when he saw that it was the vice president.

　　 After seeing Isaac in the inquiry room, he made no secret of his distrust and unhappiness, and said straightforwardly: "I want to see the principal."

"The identity of the principal is sensitive and it is impossible to come to see you, Professor Miyamoto. What can you tell me? I can guarantee your personal safety and privacy on behalf of the Ivory Tower, but you must be honest about the case. Confess."

　　 Professor Miyamoto fell silent again.

　　 Then, half an hour later, he made another request to Mr. Vice President who could represent the Ivory Tower.

　　 He said, "I want to see Huai Shi."

　　

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