Chapter One Hundred and Twelfth: I am a rebellious young minister
The two held umbrellas, took the elevator down, and walked towards the bustling intersection. Before entering the Tokyo National Arena, Yuzuru looked back at the enthusiastic crowd outside the stadium for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Sawano Kazuki asked.
"It's okay." Yu Xian shook his head naively.
He understood this very well and kept it in mind before it was done. The strong desire for expression in his heart was growing crazily, and he suppressed it with all his strength.
Going back many years ago, he remembered that he took the art exam for the first time in his previous life. After the written exam, it was already dark, and it was raining heavily like today. There were dense crowds of people walking down the iron staircase, and umbrellas looked like flowers in the flower garden.
It is as crowded as flowers, and every boy and girl has a dream for the future in their eyes.
He did not go down, but stood at the highest place in the examination room, looking at the crowd, unable to imagine their future, nor his own. It was not until a long time later, when he reached the top of the world, that he felt that the young man at that time
My dream was so great, to be alone, with nothing, no home and no way out, climbing up the path of killing gods, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood at my feet.
Do you like the feeling of stepping on others?
No, I don't like it at all, it's boring and boring.
But I just don’t want others to forget me.
After others fail, there is still a home to go back to, with warm lights and the comfort and embrace of family members.
But he didn't. If he failed, the only outcome would be to go back to the basement where he earned three hundred yuan a month, sipping cheap beer in front of the moonlight.
After reaching the summit, he smiled, put on the mask of society, and did not resist any woman who was willing to embrace him, nor refused the praise of any force. However, the loneliness after the hug was so deep, and the falseness after the praise was so empty, he understood that the original
Love is something so difficult to obtain, and I have long since lost the ability to love others in the process of climbing to the top, just like Osamu Dazai who wrote "Disqualification in the World".
But this world is different.
I have a family.
He stared at the bustling crowd in the heavy rain.
'I want these people, no, more than these people.'
Yu Xianzhisheng whispered in his heart, 'I want all the eyes of Tokyo to be focused on me from tonight on.'
'Don't let anyone go.'
The heavy rain is like a waterfall, hitting the umbrella and pouring continuously.
Sawano Kazuki stood next to him, quietly looking at the good-looking young man under the umbrella, and suddenly noticed that his aura had changed.
It is no longer the careless and casual kind, but has condensed an aura, the kind of confidence that seems to be able to hold everything in hand.
Strange, lonely, and scary.
"Have you had dinner?" Sawano Kazuki asked softly.
"Not yet." Yu Xian said naively.
"It's still early, let's go eat ramen, I'll treat you."
The two walked through the crowd and came to a human-powered cart.
This is a nighttime feature hidden in the streets of Tokyo, specially prepared for company employees who get off work late.
The old fox and the little fox put away their umbrellas, opened the curtains and sat down.
The ramen master, who was as fat as a chinchilla, said welcome to the two foxes.
The two foxes ordered soy sauce ramen and hot spring eggs respectively. The rainwater slid along the awning. Not far away was Tokyo Imperial University, Sawano Kazuki's alma mater, exuding stars in the dim night.
"It's been a long time since I've been here. Your father used to make noodles for me." Sawano Kazuki said with a smile.
"My father has retired for a long time, and I have no ability. I can only inherit the family business." Master Totoro smiled and looked at the little fox sitting quietly on the wooden bench, "This is the first time I have seen you bring someone here.
,Is this your student?"
"Yes." The old fox smiled proudly.
"He's really handsome. He must be here to participate in the competition, but is it really okay to eat at a cheap ramen shop here?" Totoro scratched his head, "Wouldn't it be better to go to a restaurant with three Michelin stars?"
"That kind of store is used to entertain guests. He is not a guest to me." The old fox said, "but a person who is closer than my own child. I can take him to a good Michelin restaurant at any time, but it is better to choose this kind of store."
What a commemorative place, not to mention that your ramen skills are definitely not as good as your father's."
A big and honest smile appeared on Totoro's mouth.
The little fox also smiled.
The ramen came out quickly. The strong pork bone soup soaked the chewy wheat noodles. The hot spring eggs were stirred with a kettle and the golden egg liquid flowed out. The seaweed was sprinkled with finely chopped sesame seeds and peanuts. After a little stir,
Every bite is filled with layers of deliciousness.
Yuzuru took a sip of the fresh and sweet noodle soup, and then ate it hungrily. This kind of ramen is meant to be eaten in big mouthfuls like Naruto in the Hokage Village. After eating the ramen, he will also drink the noodle soup.
All.
"Are you motivated?" The old fox touched the little fox's head.
"I am full of energy and my whole body is full of energy." The little fox felt warm.
Two foxes held up umbrellas in the Tokyo forest under heavy rain and said goodbye to Master My Neighbor Totoro.
Totoro waved his fat hand and said, I will wait for the news of your triumphant return, and then I will treat you.
The helicopter of the NHK TV station moved forward in the heavy rain, with dark clouds stirring in the sky. The blazing lights illuminated the lively crowd below along the way. The black cars along the way drove slowly under the escort of the Chuo District police, and then stopped at the entrance of the National Arena.
Down.
The battle was huge. Police cars were specially used to clear the way. The temporarily deployed police were on high alert. The crowd burst into violent cheers, with the voices of women among them almost crazy. The crowd rushed forward like a wave and was killed by the police's protective shield.
Even so, there were still many hands reaching towards the car through the protective shield.
So many hands stretched out, desperately trying to grab something, accompanied by crazy screams. At first glance, it looked a little scary, like a Tokyo version of "The Walking Dead."
A woman in a suit and short skirt stepped out of the car. She had a slender figure and sharp eyebrows. She opened the black umbrella in her hand and opened the door for the people in the back seat.
A plain white palm suddenly grabbed the woman's arm, and she sat up using the force. A pair of high-toothed wooden clogs stepped on the asphalt road in the rain. The toes were almost plain white, as if they were transparent.
A young man wearing a white kimono with small sleeves made of shrunken Burmese material walked out slowly. His plain white skirt was embroidered with faint chrysanthemum patterns, decorated with clear ink, as if the ink chrysanthemums were blooming in the water, elegant and interesting.
The young man's thin figure exudes a woman's charm. Just by looking at it, it is difficult to tell whether he is a young man or a girl. He does not smile, but feels a little bored. His almost paranoid brows are slightly furrowed, not showing off rudeness.
There is a different kind of tranquility.
The noise of the surrounding crowd rose again. The reporters' camera lights flashed continuously, almost making the area flash like daylight. The women held up the support signs in their hands and cheered the young man's name. The lights converged into a
The colorful ocean rolled forward as the boy moved forward step by step.
"He is the only one who can make the orthodox principal of Keio Private School hold an umbrella for him." Kazuki Sawano stood under the umbrella and said, "Kami Erei."
Yu Xian nodded, glanced at it, and then looked away. The two of them walked through the VIP passage to the main venue, and soon found the exclusive area where Dongda Art was located.
Most of the students from Class S in Narita District have arrived. Natsume Qingyin and Fujiwara Chie have changed from their usual liveliness. Their little faces are full of solemnity and they sit motionless, like young daughters-in-law waiting to be married.
Both girls put on light makeup, and their school uniform skirts were also changed into expensive dresses. Natsume Qingyin's dress looked like a lily in full bloom, delicate and cute. Fujiwara Chie wore a lotus pink mini-dress.
Wearing a long skirt and a tight waistband, this little loli looked helplessly at the staff coming and going, her mind was buzzing, and she was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
Hanzhen looked at her pitiful look, walked up to her, smiled and touched her little head. Chie Fujiwara's tight body slowly relaxed, folded her skirt, and said to her
He smiled cutely and stuck out his tongue.
Playing around in school was a thousand times more important than the school art performance. Even if she was feeling anxious in her heart, she didn't dare to make trouble for Seimei-sama, whom she admired.
"Jun Yuxian, this way, this way." A doggy voice came from far away.
Yuan Heyilong greeted Yu Xianzhisheng excitedly. Kuromu Tong sat next to him and looked over. Today she was still wearing the little black dress, which made her look like
Blooming black roses.
"It's a little late." Hei Mutong said, crossing his arms.
Yu Xian Zhisheng sat next to her, and next to him sat the woman named Yuan He Dafeng. She was chewing something, her beautiful and moving big eyes unblinking.
She didn't know what this kind of grand event meant to her. From her understanding, she probably thought that the chefs in the family were busy preparing for the dinner, so the look on her face was a little expectant. Anyway, it wasn't
What normal people would expect.
Yu Xian's childish eyes glanced at her for a while, then shifted his gaze.
That day, the two of them shared an umbrella. He tried to say hello and talk to this woman, but she ignored him. He was asking for trouble and didn't talk to her.
"I went to eat ramen." Yu Xian said naively.
All the contestants from Dongda Art Group have arrived, and he is the latest one to arrive. The ace of Class S in Central District, Sami Hua, is sitting in front of him. Dandan looks back at him and continues to sit upright.
posture.
Today, Mori Meihua did not wear the usual gorgeous kimono, but wore a high ponytail and paired it with casual sportswear. She is a girl at the level of an older sister. She looks much more mature than Kuroki Dou, and her figure under the sportswear
It is concave and convex, exuding youthful vitality.
There was a young man sitting next to the painting by Sami. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to those painted by Sami, but his face was a bit nervous and he didn't look like a serious person. He followed his sister's gaze and looked back, his eyes fixed on Yu Xian.
On the childish body.
"Hello, I'm Mori Meihu, from the Waseda Talented Youth Club." The boy stretched out his hand and said with a smile.
Yu Xian nodded and held his hand: "Hello."
"I heard that you provoked my sister." Sammy Fox suddenly whispered.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense for a moment, but then relaxed quickly.
A lewd smile appeared on Senmihu's face, and he quietly gave a thumbs up to Yu Xian, whether it was praise or ridicule. Then he sat back without saying a word, as if nothing happened just now.
"Why are the people from Waseda here?" Yu Xian turned around and asked Kurobutou.
"Waseda gave up his qualifications for the competition this year, but according to the regulations of the Starlight Awards, even if he does not participate in the competition, officials must attend the opening ceremony." Kurobuto replied, "By the way, is the ramen delicious?"
"It's delicious. I'll take you there next time." Yu Xian said innocently.
Kuromu Tong was startled and turned his head to the side. At the same time, he took out a delicate and beautiful small wind chime pendant from the bag placed on his legs. Without looking back, he handed it to Yu Xian Zhisheng in an awkward posture.
"What is this?" Yuxian asked naively.
"I went to the shrine today and brought one back along the way. I bought an extra pair." Hei Mutong said, "It is said to bring blessings and good luck. No one at home wants it. It would be a pity to throw it away. You can play with it."
Yuan and Dafeng suddenly started making sign language gestures, saying "I want it."
Heimutong held her hand, saying you don't want it.
"Thank you." Yu Xian accepted it naively.
"Why don't you put it on now?" Heimutong turned around, with a little expectation deep in his eyes.
Yuxian looked down at the red rope around his neck. Under the red rope was a small lucky bag, which contained a lock of Miyamoto Yukiko's hair and two signatures.
He took it out from around his neck and shook it, indicating that it took up space and he couldn't wear the wind chime pendant.
"Give it back to me." Heimutong suddenly said.
"Didn't you already give it to me?"
"I changed my mind." Heimutong stretched out his hand.
This time it's a matter of choice.
A straight man would definitely smile back and feel that he is very sensible in his heart, but Yu Xian is naive and knows that if he smiles back at this time, he would be a pure idiot.
He picked up the small wind chime pendant and tied it on his wrist. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and took the little hand handed over by Heimu Tong. His two hands swayed under the bright venue lights, and the wind chimes jingled. ring.
"It will definitely protect me." Yu Xian said softly.
"It's boring." Hei Mu Tong curled his lips and stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom, Dafeng, come with me."
As soon as the two people walked less than ten steps away, Yuan and Yilong rushed towards them and whispered: "Don't listen to the young lady's bragging. Whatever she brought back along the way, she went to the shrine to carefully select it. She told us not to let anything slip. She had been rehearsing in the car when we came here, and asked us which way of sending him out was more natural. The role played by Dafeng is you, and she was confused by the young lady. "
This bitch kept chattering, pinching his throat, and dancing to imitate the appearance of Kurobuto in rehearsal - "Yu Xian-kun, take it, it's just a rubbish gadget anyway - no, no, it will look bad." It's very rude, hey! Dafeng! Can you stop eating first and be more serious?"
"Then, if you dare to throw it away, I will kill you?"
"It's not okay, let alone this."
"Wait, wait, wait, etc., she's been acting like this for a long time." Yuan He Yilong raised his eyebrows, "She's just such a tsundere, there's nothing she can do about it."
Yuxian's naive face was speechless.
She is the ultimate tsundere and you are the eavesdropper. She is responsible for the tsundere and you are responsible for causing trouble. If all the tsunderes in the world have a helper like you by their side, they will definitely get the result of "Lovers will eventually be married".
It's over.
"I'm on your side, brother." Yuan Heyilong's face was filled with a sense of justice that he would "throw a knife in the ribs for the brother and a knife in the ribs for the lady."
"Boring." Sen Meihua, who was sitting in the front, said, but he didn't know who he was referring to.
But no one paid any attention to her.
Sammihu looked back at Yu Xian with a childish expression and cold eyes.
Yuxian looked around the art area of Dongda University and found that the arrangement of seats was also very particular.
The people from the school board sat at the front, followed by the students from Class S in the Central District. Everyone present in the training room that day, except for Takahashi who was deprived of his qualifications, was there.
There were also students from Class S from other campuses, all with new faces, and most of them were girls. They secretly looked at Yuxian, and talked quietly. Yuxian didn't care whether what they talked to was good or bad, anyway, his
His heart is focused on these bastards from Class S in Narita District. He has no control over what happens in other districts, and he has no intention of wasting his energy on them.
Of course, if there is anyone among them who can enter the team competition, he also plans to take care of it, not for the other party, but for himself. He doesn't want to be held back by some idiot in the team competition, which will affect his ability to enter the semi-finals.
