The fat young man found his situation very unfavorable, and everyone's suspicious eyes were focused on him.

He defended loudly, but the people around him seemed to have been bribed by the little man.

But he forgot: when he bumped into someone else, he always raised his fists to intimidate him, which caused the people around him to have a very bad impression of him.

The fat young man saw a hint of contempt on the other person's mouth and pointed his finger at him: "It's him! It's him! He is framed me! Everyone believes in me, he was right in front of me, and took out a firework from his backpack..."

Hiroshi Chihara was paying attention to what was happening inside outside the crowd. In order to prevent being recognized, he did not go inside.

At this time, he saw Katsuhiko Shirakawa taking off his backpack and zipping it apart. While pulling it open to the people around him, he said, "I am a student, but I am also a fan of Reika-chan! All the books are included in it. Look, where are the fireworks? Come and take a look!"

He looked slandered, with grief and anger in his grievance, and then angrily said to the fat young man: "I showed everyone my backpack. Do you dare to let everyone see what you are doing?"

"What's there to be afraid of!"

The fat young man took out a bunch of keys and two wallets from his pocket.

When he touched the latter wallet from his pocket, he suddenly remembered: Didn’t this guy fall?

Thinking of this, he looked at the other person with some guilt, but the other person showed an impatient look: "What? Is there something shameful? Do you dare not take it out?"

The fat young man gritted his teeth and took out his wallet.

But the other party's expression did not change at all, as if he didn't recognize this wallet.

He glanced at the wallet in his hand strangely, then looked at the wallet in his other hand, confirming that he had not taken it wrong.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko sneered in his heart: I’m just waiting for your move! I’ll make you greedy for small gains!

He looked around and his voice was loud: "Look, he took out two wallets. Will normal people carry two wallets with him? Everyone, check your wallets quickly, has it gone?"

Curses immediately sounded around, and people fumbled through their pockets, and felt relieved when they found that their wallet was still there.

After waiting for about a minute, the fat young man saw that no one lost his wallet. When he saw the other party doing this, he thought that the wallet was not lost by him, but had fallen here before.

He felt relieved and said ruthlessly: "How is it? I didn't steal this wallet, right? Boy, we'll calculate what you slandered me later!"

Seeing the other party's look of annoyance, his heart couldn't help but feel relieved. Suddenly, he heard the other party ask back: "So this wallet is yours?"

The fat young man nodded proudly, but he vaguely felt something was wrong.

Then, Shirakawa Katsuhiko stretched out his hand: "Then you can check your wallet for us, right?"

Suddenly, the fat young man gave birth to a slight ominous sign and subconsciously clenched the two wallets in his hand.

"What? Is there anything shameful?"

Hearing the other party say this, the onlookers immediately spoke out:

"Yes, if you want to prove your innocence, open your wallet and let us check it!"

"Stop being slow! There is no evidence in this, right? Are you afraid?"

"Hurry up! I have notified the police, and the police car is coming soon. It's too late to hide it!"

...

Hearing the noise around him, the fat young man bit his back teeth and made his last struggle: "It's okay to let me hand over my wallet! But I can't believe this little guy! You find a fair person and I'll hand over the wallet to him for inspection!"

The crowd discussed for a while, and then the opinions gradually reached an agreement, and shouts from several directions came:

"Mr. Kuri! Kuri..."

"Strange, did Mr. Kuri just now not be here? Sato, have you seen Mr. Kuri?"

"Hmm? I finally saw Mr. Kuri rushing to the stage, and I didn't know afterwards!"

...

"Look, isn't the one at the door Mr. Kyuri?"

Qianhara Hiroshi stood near the door and saw a man wearing a turban of 'Reika-chan is my favorite', tiptoing towards the door.

After being discovered by people, he had to turn around, but his palm deliberately covered half of his face and made an awkward laugh.

Several people ran over the crowd and said their purpose in a verbal way.

Mr. Jiuli seemed a little embarrassed: "This...that...my stomach is a little-"

One of the fans held his hand sincerely and said emotionally: "Mr. Jiuli, you are the president of the fan club! If something like this happened today, you must stand up and take charge of the overall situation!"

Mr. Jiuli was speechless and had to agree.

The obese young man not far away saw what was happening at the door because of his height advantage.

He scanned casually, but found a familiar figure.

Hiroshi Chihara is also a fan here? Is this a coincidence?

But then I felt the feeling of "conspiracy".

Even if he reacted slowly, he thought of another possibility.

They are both high school students, wearing cheerleader clothes, and happen to appear here...

Is it really 'coincidence'?

The fat young man shouted without thinking: "Conspiracy! It's all conspiracy! You know that boy Chihara! You colluded to frame me!"

He pointed to the direction of the door: "Look at it! It's the boy with a bag on his back! He and this little guy are in the same group! They just want to frame me! It must be!"

Apart from Mr. Kuri, who is closer to the door, there is only one boy.

Everyone focused their eyes on him.

Shirakawa Katsuhiko felt a little sad.

Qianhara Hiroshi sighed and had to come over, and the crowd automatically made way.

A complacent smile appeared on the fat young man's face, feeling that he had found the key to solving the problem.

He had already seen his mind: these two ignorant boys knelt on the ground, and the people around him followed him and scolded him.

Humph! Just by this trick, you want to slander him?

He saw the little dwarf who slandered him in front of him with an unexpected look.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm late! The focus of your attention just now was these two wallets, right?"

Kuri looks about 20 years old, with a fan-like appearance, and is now standing in front of Hiroshi Chihara, facing the fat young man.

He stopped the fat young man from speaking and stretched out his hand: "I heard everyone's request, are you the two wallets in your hand? Give it to me!"

Looking at the back of the man in front of him, Hiroshi Chihara was a little surprised.
Chapter completed!