My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 10 I want to make a big news
Tuesday, April 4, at 13:7am.

The weather is fine, the spring is beautiful and cloudless.

The wind is also noisy.

This is destined to be a day when something big will happen.

So, I'm going to make a big news!

Standing in front of the monitoring room, Fujiwara Xingkong clicked on the system interface, and among the complicated skill trees, clicked on the weird column.

[Directly read and write disk data with fingers]

[Passive skills, no growth characteristics, just learn it once.The index finger can be turned into a USB flash drive, and all data can be read and written directly through the port, and the points required for redemption: 10]

There are still 57 points left.

Buy it!

When he was ready, he knocked on the door of the monitoring room.

There was an uncle sitting in the house, and when Fujiwara Hoshiku walked in, he just woke up from a short snooze time.

"Hello."

"Hello, who are you?" The uncle rubbed his eyes.

"A surveillance camera at the school gate is broken." Fujiwara Xingkong pointed to a blank area on the screen, "The security captain asked me to inform you to see what's going on."

"Oh oh oh" the uncle had just woken up with a dazed expression on his face. Hearing what he said, he ran out in a hurry.

As soon as he ran to the door, he turned around and looked back: "This classmate, thank you, please don't tell me about my sleeping."

"Don't worry." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled slightly.

Put your fingers on the data interface of the monitoring server.

His eyes went black for a short time, which was as short as milliseconds. Then, a large number of image signals flashed in front of his eyes, and the world began to rotate, getting faster and bigger.

A steady stream of images flowed out from the green curtain at the edge of the world, like a random piece of film, shaking people dizzy.Those symbols, graphics, and codes, in a seemingly chaotic arrangement that contains computational logic, vaguely piece together a world composed of data.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was standing on a high platform made of green lines.

The sky is green lines, the earth is green lines, the mountains are green lines, everything is green data as far as the eye can see.

good guy.
It looks like cyberpunk.

Fujiwara Xingkong muttered, and set back the time of this sea of ​​data by more than ten hours.

Monday, April 4th, 12:3-50:5pm, North River Private High School, playground.

"Wait a moment."

"where is your house?"

"take me."

"Senior Xia Xi, please be reserved!"

Scenes of images appear before your eyes.

He selectively extracted a few fragments, and when he retracted his fingers, his consciousness instantly returned to reality.

Then, put the index finger on the data interface of the mobile phone, and soon, a small cropped video appeared in the mobile phone.

Moreover, very fortunately, the private Beichuan High School is the best private high school in Tokyo, and the surveillance cameras in the school are all equipped with radio microphones.

Although I couldn't hear it very clearly, because the two were close at the time, the general meaning of the conversation could still be heard.

Perfect
Project: Atlas.

The first phase, the first battle plan, is complete.

Next, news agency.

Fujiwara Xingkong turned and walked out, and the uncle just came back, chattering endlessly as he walked.

"It's really bad. I don't know who is so abominable and smashed the monitor with a stone."

"Maybe it was a handsome guy who smashed it." Fujiwara Xingkong laughed and went straight to the club activity building.

Tuesday, April 4, at 13:7am.

Private Beichuan High School, club activity building.

It was still early and there were not many people in the building.

Except for the news department.

Because they're gearing up to make today's morning news.

All news events have now been determined and are being typed out.

Ten minutes later, the "Beichuan School News" produced by the News Department will appear on the bulletin board at the gate of the teaching building on time, so that every student can quickly and accurately learn about all kinds of interesting things that happened on campus in the past day.

"Hi, may I ask who to contact if there is any news?"

Sato Asuka, the president of the news agency, who was overwhelmed, raised his head from the computer and looked displeased at the boy wearing a mask and peaked cap at the door.

"We are very busy now, please come back in 10 minutes."

"But the news I want to break is very serious."

"Even if the principal is out and the vice principal is fine, please wait for 10 minutes."

"But what I want to break the news is that Xia Xilin failed to confess and was rejected."

As soon as this remark came out, the entire news department fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on the boy wearing a mask and peaked cap, his eyes were full of distrust and anger.

There are even sparks in the eyes of some male compatriots, and they have the urge to fight if they disagree.

Fujiwara Xingkong can understand this reaction.

Xia Xilin, a perfect high school student with excellent grades, dignified appearance, and good conduct.

The appearance is almost impeccable, the grades are quite abnormal, and the family background is very superior, the speech and behavior in front of people are very elegant, and the popularity is so good that it explodes.

I even heard that she has a huge support group, and the members of this support group not only include laughing students, but even many big figures in the political and business circles will shout for her and be crazy about her.

How could such a person be rejected instead of confessing?

Asuka Sato would rather believe that the principal came out to the two vice principals at the same time, but he did not want to believe that Xia Xilin's confession would be rejected.

But the man in the mask raised his mobile phone.

"I have a video."

"I don't believe it." Sato Asuka roared, he would never believe that the goddess in his heart would be reduced to such a situation.

"I'll just show you."

Everyone's eyes turned to the small screen of the mobile phone.

Under a breath-holding gaze, Fujiwara Xingkong opened the video on his phone.

The rustling conversation was very harsh in the silent classroom.

"where is your house?"

"West Shinjuku."

"take me."

"Senior Xia Xi, please be reserved!"

"Senior Xia Xi is not my type, I can't take you home."

click
Someone had a dislocated jaw.

Bang.
Someone fell off a stool.

Sato Asuka suddenly felt so world-weary.

What news agency, what study, what college entrance examination, what goddess Shahi.

Not interesting.

Life is meaningless.

This world is not going to be better anymore, it's rotten, it's hopeless
"What?" Fujiwara Xingkong walked over and sat down in front of the computer.

"Aren't you going to send this news out?"

Sato Asuka said with nothing to love: "Forget it, my goddess has been abandoned like this, so what's the point of posting news."

"How can this work?" Fujiwara Xingkong put his hands on the keyboard, and quickly entered the news words and news subtitles that could fill the entire page into the computer.

"This kind of hateful boy, don't you think he should be taught a lesson?"

As soon as these words came out, Sato Asuka seemed to come back to life.

That's right, this kind of man deserves to live in this world?

"Do you know who he is?"

"Of course I know."

"But." Sato Asuka hesitated, "News reports need to respect personal privacy. Neither of them agreed, so how could they just broadcast it casually."

"I didn't ask you to write Xia Xilin's name." Fujiwara Xingkong quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, without looking back at him at all.

"You coded senior Xia Xi's photo, kept only the surname as the name, and added a little bit of background to her, wouldn't it be enough? This will not leave any clues, and it will also allow the audience to easily guess the identity of the protagonist."

Sato Asuka still hesitated, "Student Natsuki can guess it easily, but who is that man?"

"When did I say I was going to hide this boy's information?" Fujiwara Xingkong uploaded a few screenshots of the video from his phone to the computer and inserted them into the news layout.

Ctrl + P
Get it done.

He left the keyboard with his hands, put them on his head and twisted his waist, and then came a faint voice: "Such a poor boy, do you need to care about his privacy?"

His movements were lazy and casual, and his voice sounded like a demon pulling Liang Jia into the abyss.

Sato Asuka fell silent.

In my mind, two villains were engaged in a fierce verbal dispute.

Angel: It's immoral to do so.

Demon: Kill that man.

Angel: Xia Xilin’s matter is a private matter.

Demon: Kill that man.

Angel: Even a poor boy should be respected.

Demon: Kill that man.

Angel: Can you f*ck stop old that man that man.

Devil: Well, Xia Xilin is not yours, even that man is not yours, even if Tokyo sinks to the bottom, it is not yours, even if the earth explodes, it is not yours, even if...
Angel: Let's discuss how to kill that man.

(End of this chapter)