For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

In the end, without any suspense, I was taken to the Cadillac of the Atobe family.

The driver's uncle's driving skills were still very stable, and it didn't take long for us to take us to our destination. The two maids opened the wrought iron gate, and the Cadillac drove straight into the straight driveway paved in the garden. After getting off the car, the butler respectfully stopped. Ding asked, "Master Jing Wu."

Atobe has long been accustomed to this kind of pomp: "Has anyone else arrived?"

"They are waiting for you in the living room."

All the belongings were taken by the maids. When I handed the bag to them, the housekeeper next to me joked: "It's strange that Young Master Jing Wu would bring girls home. Are you the manager of the tennis department?"

I shook my head: "I'm from the tea ceremony department."

The Bingdi Tea Ceremony Department is a famous advanced class for ladies, and the butler was obviously blinded by the rumors: "No wonder, as soon as I see you, I feel that you have an aristocratic temperament."

Trace Department: "..."

The housekeeper looked at his young master with a smile: "Master Jing Wu must be very happy to know such a gentle and sensible girl."

Trace Department: "..."

Uncle, he is really not happy.

When I entered the villa, I found that the interior and exterior are completely opposite decoration styles. Different from the simple and generous red tiles and white walls, the interior hall is extremely luxurious. Walking along the corridor, the walls gradually become floor-to-ceiling windows with intricate floral decorations.

The housekeeper led us to a door and opened it: "Please come in."

In the room, everyone in the tennis club was sitting around the long table, and the table was full of review materials for various subjects.

"You guys are coming." The men's net division strategist was about to be tossed out.

In order to have a beautiful and complete vacation, tennis players will enrich themselves with knowledge when the final exam is approaching.

The location is Ajibu's house, and the person who contributed is Ninzu Yuushi. On this day, he will transform into a great people's teacher who teaches 18 subjects such as Mandarin, mathematics, physics, chemistry, social English, etc., and will do everything in his power to send these stinky children on the pass line.

But this year's difficulty index has clearly exceeded the standard.

I sat down with Jirou in the empty seat, and when the latter touched something that could lie down, he immediately fell asleep.

"Cheer up, Cilang," Shinobu shattered an old mother's heart, "your classical Chinese is worse than Yueren's politics."

Yueren justified his name: "Who said that, I haven't passed the politics in the past two years!"

"...don't be proud of this kind of thing!"

Feng Changtaro is an honest boy. Seeing that his seniors are working so hard, he must share the heavy responsibilities, so he asked, "Sister, can you show me your transcript?"

I hesitated and handed the list to him.

Probably because the transcript was too exciting, his hands trembled a little after he finished reading it.

"Senpai, you...you are really unbelievable."

There's nothing I can do about it, I've only studied for one semester!

The history of Mandarin is not too much of a problem, the geometry and physics barely passed the passing line, and the political ups and downs seemed to be on a jumping machine, and English...

Give up, it's useless.

Ryo was in the same class as me, so he knew how terrible my English was.

"Let's take the set test first," Feng tried to save me, "Maybe senior sister has changed now."

It turns out that change does happen.

After a set of papers was swiped, only two of the twenty questions were correct. I admired myself, how could I be so arrogant.

Feng held my test paper with pity in his eyes.

"Is it that exaggerated?" She couldn't believe it, and reached out to take the test paper, "Her English should not be bad enough..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped.

Looking at Man Jianghong's grouping together, it took a long time before he said, "Yiteng, you know... Forget about your sentence, do you know how Tuanzi says in English?"

"Whichfooddoeslike 'O'?"

"Pfft—cough cough!!!" Atobe, who was drinking tea, choked.

Ninzu only now believed that Feng's reaction was not mixed with any water. He looked at my test paper and said, "How about we start from the most basic words?"

Dare I say no? I must not dare: "Okay..."

Each family has its own difficulties, and each subject has its own shortcomings (except for the track department and forbearance). We have been checking for leaks since 8:00 in the morning. When it was time for dinner, everyone could finally take a breath.

Needless to say, the food of the Atobe family is also quite delicious.

"Is this Yulu?" I asked, looking at the clear tea soup in the cup.

"Not bad." The butler responded.

"No wonder there is no astringency."

"Oh?" Ajibu on the main seat became interested, "You have a lot of research on tea?"

In the past, I used to go to tea parties with Hinata-sama and Hana-sama. After drinking a lot, I would naturally get to know them a little bit, but I didn't expect that there would be in this world.

"Generally," I lied, "Minister Kitahara asked us to study it."

Afterwards, Atobe and I started a discussion centered on the type of tea we liked, and while we were chatting, the topic shifted to other dishes. Unexpectedly, we got along very well.

But just as we were chatting hotly, the phone vibrated.

"Sorry, take a call."

I moved my chair and walked straight out of the house.

I thought it was a phone call, but who knew it was a text message, I clicked it, and the content inside was like this.

【Oda: I am a father】

...

What? What? !

I widened my eyes and called Oda quickly. I said congratulations and wish you a happy Father's Day. Oda thought I made the wrong call, but after inquiring, I realized that it was because Dazai was bored just now. I borrowed his phone and slapped me.

"I just adopted a few orphans during the war."

Listening to Oda, the war seemed to be over.

Since Dazai is so idle, it means that this war was won by Port Mafia, and I am relieved.

Hanging up the phone, I turned around and opened the door. With a thud, a human-shaped pyramid fell to the ground.

I:"……"

Yueren at the top looked embarrassed, and then he raised his head with a dry smile: "...Hi?"

The bottom layer of Liang has been crushed and deformed: "Get off me, you guys!"

As we all know, gossip is human nature, regardless of male or female.

The review process was long and boring, and this boring continued until eight o'clock in the evening.

The light inside the house contrasted strongly with the dark night outside. A group of big men and a little bit of red in the middle of ten thousand greens had become rigid, and I was exhausted and miserable.

I fell on the table, and a notebook appeared in front of me in a daze.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was actually handed over by Ajibu.

"Thank you, Uncle Ben," the handsome young man propped his face in one hand and held an English notebook in the other, "For the sake of your gorgeous woman's taste, let me help you."

"Woc!" I was instantly revived with blood, grabbed the other party's notes and protected them in my arms, and I was so moved with tears in my eyes, "Akibu, you finally did something!"

Atobu's hand was still frozen in the air: "...My uncle has changed his mind, come back."

"It's not frank, that's not what's on your mind."

"..."

Anyway, my final grades are finally saved.

With the help of the Men's Online Department, it was much easier to review before the exam, and I was even able to ask Kasumi to go shopping in Akihabara a week before the final exam.

After the results came out, my English score just reached the pass line. One more point is too much, and one less point is cold, so I don't need to go to the vacation cram school.

Celebrating with the whole world, it is gratifying.

Before leaving Tokyo, Minister Kitahara convened a meeting with the members of the Tea Ceremony. This was her last semester in the middle of the country, and the issue of the succession of the minister still had to be discussed.

"I want Asu to be the next tea ceremony minister."

Hearing this, we had no opinion, Itakura was anxious: "I, how can I be a minister, just my character——"

"It's because of your personality that I did this," Beiyuan put away his smile and put on the most serious attitude, "If you don't force you, you will never know how good you will be."

The purpose of the Tea Ceremony is to be independent, and she hopes to grow up after leaving Itakura.

I saw Beiyuan stood up and bowed to us: "She will ask you."

The good internal meeting just gave a sense of sight to the Orphan Conference. Liangmei couldn't stand it anymore, so she suggested everyone to go to KTV in time to catch the tail of this graduation season and have a good time.

This hi was all night, and the next day I was a little dizzy when I got on the Shinkansen.

Although the mental state is not very good, but...

I looked down at the ticket in my hand, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise.

Yokohama, my Fuji Hansan is back!