What should I do if I look too fierce?

After knowing that Matsuko was coming, Matsusaka Daitake sat there nervously, completely frozen into a wooden figure.

Aokiji looked at him calmly, seeing that all the disappointment he had felt just now was gone, and felt a little sorry for his simplicity.

But I am even more grateful for my luck.

Matsusaka Daitake looked at his phone over and over again, and after confirming the information several times, he was in a daze.

Maybe he also felt that things might not be as miserable as he saw.

And when the group of people were silent, Tora Maeda actually fell asleep leaning on the sofa. It was really hard for him. The commotion in the place made Aokiji's head hurt, but he was snoring loudly and sleeping soundly.

Fujiwara Miao and Aokiji chatted.

"Why did you come here?" Aokiji took a sip of beer. To be honest, he didn't know whether he was a good drinker or not, but at least he didn't feel drunk after drinking this kind of beer.

Fujiwara Miao pointed to Matsusaka Daitake on the side: "He's fine. If I don't accompany him, I'm afraid he'll get drunk and jump into the river alone."

"Nonsense." Matsusaka Daitake was a little embarrassed and scratched his neck: "I just want to vent."

But having said that, he is obviously much more energetic than before.

Just now I looked like I had been abandoned by the world, but now I feel a little restless again.

Aokiji shook his head: "I mean, why are we so far away? We are almost crossing the river and belong to the lower city area."

The upper and lower towns of Yachiyo City are divided by a river. Whether it is the Yakuza forces or the bad forces, most of them are divided into two sides by this river.

And the name of this bar, Aokiji, seems to have been heard by others. It is probably a place where Suzuran students often come. There is a bar next to their school and in the shopping street. I don’t know how they came so far.

"The store in the shopping street has been closed recently. It seems that it needs to change its owner and is being renovated." Fujiwara Miao said, suddenly thinking of something, and whispered to Aokiji: "I heard that a new group of Yakus are coming. Zha, whether this store can be opened is another matter. There has been a lot of fighting in the shopping street recently, and they are all fighting for territory."

Aokiji thought thoughtfully, are Kazuma Kiryu and his group coming?

No wonder the Yakuza group in the shopping street were hanging around with swords. It turned out to be because of this.

Aokiji was a little worried: If there was a fight between Yakuza in the shopping street, things would get serious.

This place is not far from Wuyang, and Aokiji doesn't want his school to be affected.

"You have been more careful recently. I asked you to distance yourself from the Yakuzas. Have you done it?" Aokiji asked.

Fujiwara Miao nodded and pushed up his glasses: "I am responsible for this matter. As far as I know, most people have done this, but there are still a few guys who like to play after school."

Aokiji frowned slightly: "Go and play?"

"Yeah." Fujiwara Miao hesitated for a while, but said honestly: "Probably just go to those Yakuza places to play, drink, and so on."

"Huh?" Aokiji was a little shocked, but Fujiwara Miao quickly explained: "There is no way, those people are seniors in high school and hang out with Noyo. You also know that although Ueno is hanging out with us now, he is about to graduate. He himself is worried about what he should do in the future, let alone his little brother. And although they were on our side before, strictly speaking, they are still Uenoyang's people, and our rules do not apply to them. "

Aokiji's expression became colder and he knocked on the table: "Go back and mention this matter to Ueno Yang. If you can't reach an agreement, let them withdraw. Before and after graduation, it has nothing to do with us."

"Retreat" Miao Fujiwara looked hesitant: "Okay."

Aokiji said softly: "Wuyang is different from Linglan or Fengxian. They have been here for years, and the rules of what to eat and what to say are superficial. But our Wuyang is not that kind of school after all."

"I don't want you to become Yakuza after graduation." Aokiji said sincerely: "I don't want those bad things to have anything to do with you. To be honest, if one day I can really dominate Nationwide, I might disband our team.”

"Disband?!" Matsusaka Daitake, who had been in a daze, stood up in shock and anger: "How can we disband?"

Aokiji waved his hand: "Don't be so excited. It's at least the senior year of high school. I haven't made up my mind yet. I'd better wait until then to see it."

"The university will not be disbanded." Matsusaka Otake said angrily, but Aokiji just smiled dumbly.

Let’s talk about it then. Sooner or later, everyone will spread all over the world. I just hope that we will meet again when we are still young.

"Dawu?" Not far away, a somewhat uneasy female voice sounded.

Songzi was wearing a simple white top and blue jeans, with a small brown bag slung around his waist. He looked at Aoki Si timidly. In this kind of light, there were delinquents or gangsters everywhere, drinking and drinking. It made her a little uncomfortable.

Aokiji just waved to her, asked her to sit on the empty seat beside him, and winked at Matsusaka Daitake.

But Matsusaka Daitake made a sound, but he just held the beer bottle and was speechless.

Maeda Tiger suddenly sat up, his cheeks still red from drunkenness: "Dawu saw you getting intimate with a guy on the basketball court."

"Huh?" Matsuko's eyes widened in confusion, and after Tora Maeda finished speaking, he fell down on the sofa and snored.

Is this guy really asleep? Aokiji blinked, while Matsuko was holding on to the hem of his clothes with some embarrassment. He glanced at Aokiji and Matsusaka Daitake cautiously, and whispered: "Well, that's my brother."

"Huh?" Songban Dawu looked shocked.

"Didn't I say that I have a brother?" Song Zi blushed.

Matsusaka Daitake opened his mouth wide: "Yeah, that is to say."

Aokiji looked at the two of them. You looked at me and I lowered your head. I looked at you and you lowered your head. He shook his head and put down the bottle decisively: "Dawu, do you like pine nuts?"

"Huh?" Matsusaka Daitake huffed for a while, then nodded reluctantly.

"Where's Songzi?" Aokiji looked at her with a smile. Songzi blushed, but still nodded.

"That's okay. Some things need to be said clearly. If you guess what I guess, it's easy for misunderstandings." Aokiji shrugged: "OK, the knot in my heart has been resolved. You two have a good chat, but don't Let’s chat here.” Aokiji looked at the time on his phone and reminded Matsubata Takeru: “You can send Matsuko home, or go shopping, but don’t go back too late, it’s not safe at night recently.”

"Yes." Songban Dawu lowered his head, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Thank you, boss."

Aokiji chuckled: "I'd better try not to come to a place like this in the future."

Turning around, I saw that the people here seemed a little too crazy under the music and alcohol. This was just before the bar was the most chaotic. By late at night, it would probably be far more chaotic than it is now.

Aoki Si stood up: "A Miao, please send it back to A Hu."

Fujiwara Miao nodded and gave Maeda an elbow. He opened his eyes in a daze: "Huh?"

"Going back." He reluctantly grabbed the big guy, and the two of them stood up arm-in-arm. Aokiji asked the waiter if the bill had been paid. When he found out that it hadn't been paid yet, he paid for the drink and was ready to go home. .

As for Matsuzaka Daitake and Matsuko, you looked at me and I looked at you. They probably had to wait until their light bulbs left before they could say something from their hearts.

What was a bit surprising was that just as he walked out of the bar and was about to ride his bicycle home, a young man suddenly stood behind him. He didn't say a word, just blocking his way and staring straight at him. Own.

The man had a neatly slicked back hair and two white marks on the side of his head. He had a handsome face and a green beard on his chin. His appearance made Aokiji look familiar. He had a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Aoki Si with somewhat cold eyes.

Sitting on his bicycle, Aokiji looked at the silent man who was standing in front of him. After a while, he suddenly said: "Is anyone in your family working as a barber!?"