The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

No one cared about the solemn expression on Owada Mitsuhisa's face.

The role of a tool man is that of a tool man, he just steps on his head to reach the apples.

Sawano Kazuki's gameplay was too cruel. Not only did he want to push this child in front of everyone, he even wanted to use this child to severely slap the face of the Owada faction.

All your questions will be answered.

And that answer will embarrass you a thousand times in front of people.

I have to say, it’s so cool to pretend to be so realistic with this kid.

Watching the doubtful eyes of the people in the audience turn into astonishment, Zeye and Shu were so happy that they could hardly breathe.

My Yu Bao, you really brought me too many surprises.

If the departing Principal Beiji Takumi knew of your existence, he would surely be proud of you.

Investors chatted among themselves in hushed tones.

Xiaoxun Nagisa Sakura was already looking forward to it.

"Stop talking nonsense! Play now!" Rina Ryoko stood up from the chair, stepped on the table with red high heels, leaned back exaggeratedly, and pointed her finger at Sawano Kazuki vigorously, as if the queen was giving an order.

Sawano Kazuki smiled, inserted the memory card into the multimedia, picked up the remote control and changed the playback file.

The screen of the multimedia projector changed, and this past video appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

This video is a bit old. The DV equipment used to shoot it is very poor. The picture is cracked and blurry as soon as it appears. The photographer's skills are also poor. The camera shakes so much that it makes people want to vomit. But everyone watched it intently and endured the roller coaster ride. He stared dizzy at the child in the picture.

In the picture, the child Yu Xian is banging a bucket. Buckets of various sizes are placed at his feet. He is holding a picked wooden stick in his hand. The rhythmic and dynamic drum sound is echoing under his hand. As he Knock looked at the children with a big smile on his lips. The children squatting on the old grass applauded him vigorously.

These children have been abandoned by their parents at the entrance of the hospital or the orphanage since they were born. Logically speaking, they would not have any nice smiles on their faces, but when Yu Xianzhisheng performed for them, the children were all smiling, with smiles like It's the sunshine that floods into the heart, and is crushed into something that makes people feel sour and happy at the same time.

Owada Mitsuhisa was stunned, and goosebumps were rising all over his body.

The screen continues to play.

After playing the bucket drum, Yu Xian took a piece of butter bread from the dean's hand, then walked off the stage and handed it to a very young, dark and thin girl.

The little girl didn't say thanks, she picked up the bread and gnawed it like a hungry cat.

Yuxian Zhisheng touched her head, and then put on a bamboo flute in front of the children.

The bamboo flute is made of an ordinary bamboo pipe. Even the corners have not been polished cleanly, but it sounds like the sound of nature when played.

New tunes never heard before filled everyone's ears.

People in the conference room were listening carefully.

The children in the picture are also listening attentively.

Everyone was fascinated by it. There was no hierarchy or gap here. Everyone was willing to be the most ordinary audience in the flute of the child who was about to grow up to be a teenager.

Likewise, Yuxian's child gets a new butter bun.

This time, he handed the bread to another dirty little boy. The little boy broke the bread in half and handed it to Yuxian Zhisheng. Yuxian Zhisheng broke off a small piece and returned the rest to Got him.

The voice echoed in everyone's ears. He said that he was very full, but the person who shot the video and the people watching the video knew that he actually didn't eat anything. From the moment he performed on the stage, he had been eating. He was performing very hard, and then gave all the butter bread to the yellow-faced children.

"It must be pretending, it's really too much..."

Owada Mitsuhisa's voice is hoarse;

He didn't dare to watch anymore because he lost all face, but he couldn't help but watch because he was also tempted by the performance.

As the instruments change, so does the tune.

A new piece of music appears with each performance rotation.

Owada Mitsuhisa suddenly stood up, jumped onto the podium, and blocked the screen with his body. He yelled like crazy: "Well, everyone, listen to me first. I don't think it's necessary to watch anymore. It's really unnecessary. This is too fake, it looks like it was staged..."

Sawano Kazuki frowned and pressed the pause button.

The musical performance stopped.

Everyone present fell from dreamland to the earthly world in an instant.

"What are you doing?! Owada!!!" Katsuo Fukuzawa suddenly stood up and roared, "Get off here!!!"

"Idiot." Deputy Director Kaoru Nagisa Sakura stood up angrily and cursed.

This soft girl usually has a good temper. When she gets angry, she just digests it in her heart. In a sense, it is a miracle that Owada can make her so angry.

Rina Ryoko couldn't help it anymore, took off her other high-heeled shoe, and threw it towards Owada Mitsuhisa with great force again. The red high-heeled shoe drew a high arc, but this time it failed to hit him.

This tigress in a red dress is really angry. She doesn't care about the bullshit within the group, but if you fucking dare to stop me from watching Yu Bao's performance, I will kill you.

"After the meeting, Mitsuju Owada stood down and apologized. It was difficult for Rina Ryoko to end the meeting." Principal Sakurashita Furui smiled and said to Sawano Kazuki.

"He asked for it." Sawano Kazuki smiled lightly.

Anyway, I finished reading it ahead of time, I felt so happy and I wasn’t in a hurry.

"Don't worry, everyone. Well, listen to me first. I have reason to suspect that this video is a forgery. The possibility of hype is very high. If you think about it carefully, you will know. How can the orphanage not even bring out butter bread? ." Mitsuhisa Owada shouted loudly while standing on the stage, waving his hands exaggeratedly.

"You doubt that child's kindness, right?" Sawano Kazuki leaned on the chair and asked.

Owada Mitsuhisa shouted loudly: "I'm not doubting this! I'm just speaking for Tokyo University Art! I think this is very false. How can the orphanage not even distribute butter bread to all the children? I think this video is to win us over I have seen this kind of drama too many times because of the compassion of these noble people."

"Yes, because you use this trick a lot."

Deputy Director Kaoru Nagisa Sakura said, "Last time one of your students went to the hospital, you used the website and media under Dongda Art to fully publicize it and let women buy more of that child's records, but that student was only in school. It's just a fall, I didn't even scratch my skin."

"It turns out that President Owada is also a director. He really cannot be judged by his appearance. Let's all applaud him." Sawano Kazuki fanned the flames.

Sakurashita Furui applauded along with him. Only two people were supposed to applaud, but Katsuo Fukuzawa also applauded. As a result, some investors who didn't want to applaud also applauded.

The applause gathered together, like a big solid hand, and slapped Owada loudly in the face.

Owada Mitsuhisa was ridiculed by the applause, his face turned red, and he was both prosperous and devastated. The two principals of his group had extremely ugly expressions, and they wanted to lower their heads and hide them.

Everyone looked at Mitsuhisa Owada with mean eyes, as if they were looking at a clown on the stage.

The economic crisis is approaching fiercely, and the minister of state will spend a large amount of money on public opinion building. Everyone knows where the funds are withheld.

In recent years, elderly people in nursing homes often die due to "improper treatment", and children in welfare homes can only live from meal to meal. For them, butter bread can be said to be a rare delicacy in childhood.

Perhaps for Owada Mitsuhisa, snowflake steak is not a rare item. The money-worshiping girls who invited him were taken to the back kitchen and thrown into the sewer by the servants before they could finish the meal.

For him, he has to change his suit every day. The sky in Tokyo is always so blue. Anyway, when it rains, hiding under the starry sky of the Maybach can be extremely brilliant.

It was unimaginable to him that there were still a group of children in the world who would eagerly eat a piece of butter bread, just as he could never imagine that a child would perform desperately for other children to eat butter bread, continuously in the cold winter. The performance didn't stop for several performances, and my whole body was steaming.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

This is a limitation that no dynasty can overcome.

Only in the great era of Yu Xian's childhood life can it be considered truly broken.

"If you still want to know more about this child, then I can tell you that he got into a fight with his classmates on the first day he transferred to another school." Kazuki Sawano stood up and said to Mitsuhisa Owada with a smile.

"How dare you fight?" Owada Mitsuhisa was delighted.

Katsuo Fukuzawa was startled, why did Kazuki Sawano switch sides in the face of battle?