Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

Matsumoto Akira said goodbye to Busujima Yako and walked out of the kendo field alone. Busujima Yako stood in the field and silently watched Matsumoto Akira's back as he left.

After a long time, he reached out and covered his chest, and the beating of his heart was transmitted to his hands through the touch.

Busujima Yazi took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at the empty stadium. As one of the traditional sports, it is natural to have its own separate stadium, but the stadium was already empty at this time.

“Is this the true unparalleled genius?”

After Matsumoto Akira walked out of the kendo club's separate venue and onto the campus, he discovered that the campus was still quite lively.

Both the football and basketball clubs were still training on the playground. Matsumoto Akira even saw the rare members of the tennis club.

Matsumoto Akira actually thought about playing tennis before, until he discovered that there were outrageous schools in the tennis field, such as Seigakuin and Hyotei.

Only then did I understand that there was a so-called Prince of Tennis in this world. At that time, I found that although I was versatile in sports and had a very good IQ, I could be said to be perfect in all aspects.

However, since he did not have the ability to play a deadly style of tennis, Matsumoto Akira naturally gave up playing tennis.

However, although the tennis club of Teitan Junior High School is not small, it can only be considered average. After all, it has not won a national championship.

They haven't even won a regional championship, but they have advanced to the national competition as a regional member.

It can be considered as a relatively useful cannon fodder, and it might be a school that can fight against the school where the protagonist is.

On the way out of school and heading home, Matsumoto Akira looked at in surprise a group of men who looked like gangsters running past him in a hurry.

Matsumoto Akira looked at them curiously. The guys in these gangs did not hide their identities at all. Not to mention those with obvious tattoos, even those without tattoos, their behavior was completely different from that of ordinary people.

Matsumoto Akira moved lightly and came behind them without being noticed by anyone. After following them for a while, he found that they met with another group of people who were obviously members of another gang.

"Damn it, those bastards have clearly banned us from applying for bank cards. We applied for bank cards by circumventing other means. How can you apply for your own bank cards?"

The leader of the gang we encountered at the beginning complained that different parts of Japan had different ways of dealing with them.

However, the main method is still not to allow them to set up certain industries, or even to handle some banking-related businesses.

Including bank cards and the like, although it is possible to bypass the bank through other methods, then they will just turn a blind eye, but the procedure is still much more troublesome.

No one expected that today someone suddenly obtained a bank card that the bank does not allow to be directly issued, so the leader came over curiously to inquire about the news.

"Asshole! I thought you asked me out for something big, but it's just this? I'll give you a website, and you just need to go there to handle it. Then you can get everything done, and no one can find out!"

The leader of the group on the other side slapped his head in disappointment, looked at the leader opposite him hatefully, and then took out a card from his pocket.

"This URL!" The leader who took the card was a little surprised. Several similar messages were sent to his mobile phone today, all pointing to this website.

He thought his information had been leaked, and originally planned to take his men to the business office to inquire about the situation.

"I received this URL on my phone today. I thought it was a harassing message from some asshole!"

"It's not just you. As far as I know, all the clubs in Tokyo have received it. It's just that many people just don't believe it like you!"

The leader of the other gang said proudly that his information was wider than the guy opposite, so he knew that this information had basically been received by all the gangs in Tokyo.

There must have been people who received it even outside of Tokyo, but there was no way to be completely sure of the source of his information.

After their testing, they found that the website was indeed impossible to hack into no matter what, so they tried it out and bought a few bank cards.

Just a few minutes after the purchase, they received a message on their mobile phones saying that they could go to the local bank branch to pick up the bank card they bought.

They still couldn't believe it until they went to the bank and got back the bank card that was actually in their own name and bound to them.

How could such a thing actually happen? Is it possible to do something that is clearly prohibited?

"Okay, that's all for the explanation. You can read it yourself when you get back. Really, if there's nothing important, don't just ask us out casually!"

The two parties said goodbye to each other with some complaints. Since it was not something that required fighting, there was naturally no need to stay here any longer.

If they stayed together for any longer, they might attract the attention of a policeman who was watching them.

After both parties left, Matsumoto Akira slid down from the high wall.

His eyesight was excellent, so he could clearly see the URL written on the card that the leader of one side handed to the people on the other side. It was obviously the URL of the network area that Tom had created for himself.

"Is it developing so fast? I clearly remember that I asked Tom to do it today."

Matsumoto Akira felt a little toothache. Tom's efficiency was a little too high.

After standing there for a while, Matsumoto Akira turned around and ran towards his home.

As soon as I opened the door of my house, I saw Tom and Jerry lying on the sofa, and several Ninjas from the Shadow Corps were serving them.

There are even special fluorescent lights for food and drinks, and special parasols to provide shade for them from time to time to prevent overheating.

Most people cannot enjoy this kind of posture at all.

Matsumoto Akira joined them without hesitation. If he didn't enjoy this week's time with these shadow troops, they would be gone.

After taking a sip of coconut milk, Matsumoto Akira turned his head and looked at Tom, who was wearing sunglasses and basking in the fluorescent light.

“How is the website developing now?”

After hearing what Matsumoto Akira said, Tom reached out and lifted up his sunglasses, revealing a proud smile. The owner of a cat must have enough confidence in the ability of his cat.