Apocalyptic Forecast

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

If you sign my contract, I will send you to the assembly line in the black factory. Unless you earn me 10 million Yingzhou coins, you won't 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 most cruel way to suppress his unrealistic thoughts.

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

When Yakuza is not a shantang.

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

It's 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 very powerful, really."

The sound of laughter rang.

Fujimoto laughed up to the sky and patted his chest. The smile of the former'Ghost Fujimoto' became more and more mocking: "Come on, Kimi-san, 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 gazes of many people around, he slowly bent down, like a horse step, with his hands forward, and his head raised to look at the front of Fujimoto.

The gaze under the bangs seemed to be serious.

Such a proficient and conspicuous structure made others stunned, unbelievable.

Sumo?

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

Shi cut.

He lowered his center of gravity and moved his 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 jins and big waists. It is extraordinarily funny when it is put out by the thin paper like a luchai stick.

"Oh, this is still a strong man."

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

"Be careful, Mr. Fujimoto."

The amateur with paper leaned forward and said softly: "I have been practicing sumo since I was a child. If I accidentally hurt you, I will feel sorry."

This is also a lie.

This is the posture he learned from "Teaching You Sumo Tips in Ten Minutes" which 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.

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

His raised hands were slowly lowered.

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 had time to speak, he saw it. His body was leaning, his left foot slowly lifted, lifted, lifted...to a height above his head, and then , The hurricane howled.

There was a loud noise.

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

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

Because the left foot raised by Huaizhi suddenly fell towards the ground!

Then, right foot!

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

Eliminate evil 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 low-pitched 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 rushed forward. A series of low and 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!

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

Hard to breathe!

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!!"

Fujimoto forgot the previous mockery and 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!

Sweaty Fujimoto stayed on the spot, his legs felt a little soft. Seeing the autistic and restless holding paper 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, walked to the corner, got through Tanaka's phone, and began to scold again: Why didn't you say that the **** bitch!

"I said, I told you a long time ago, that kid is amazing, really amazing! But you were patronizing and cursing people at that time!"

Tanaka asked in grief and angrily: "He grew up in the dojo of Matsumoto Otsuki, Matsumoto Otsuki, that's the Matsumoto who almost won Yokozuna! If he is not a mixed breed and urgently needs money, he might have gone out long ago. 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 Huaizhi was extremely complicated.

"Do you really want to join Green Day?"

"Well, I have already thought about it, Mr. Tanaka also persuaded me, but I need money..." The paper-loving 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 the silence, Fujimoto sighed helplessly and waved.

"I see. I'll report to the people above. I'm pregnant... Mr. Su Ren, do you have a place to live in Kyoto?"

Huaizhi shook his head.

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

Fujimoto put on his coat again, and looked at the harmless dark man next to him, always feeling 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?"

Characteristics, the identification of the hybrids.

Huaizhi was silent for a long time, raised his hand, and pressed down some 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."

Huaizhi flicked the cut bangs and smiled at Fujimoto. The pale and weak face suddenly showed a handsome smile.

"So, if there is a code name, just call me'tauren'."

He said so.

Even the code name is as harmless as I am.

The subsequent arrangements were lacklustre, and after registering a little detailed information, he was sent to a messy hotel in the inner circle of Tamba.

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.

After watching Fujimoto leave and smiling friendly and timidly 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 infiltrating 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 two or five boys?

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Things have to start three days ago.

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

To be precise, it was in the cell.

About a month ago, a biology professor who worked at the Ivory Tower was secretly arrested because of the current security issues.

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

Regarding the recent developments of Green Sun, and some clues they tracked down.

The people of the Astronomical Society didn't think about how deeply such a research-focused biology professor could get along. However, the old professor has not spoken a word since he was arrested.

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

Except for the initial requirements.

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

This is one of the purposes that the Yingzhou Academic Exchange Group has not announced on the surface 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~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and take it back.

It's a pity... Professor Miyamoto was disappointed after seeing the vice president.

In the inquiry room, after seeing Isaac, 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, 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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