Why can't we be friends after the friendship ending?

A few people who had been haunting Fukuzawa's trend also quickly evacuated, ready to carefully weigh the issue of choice, and by the way, grab the system and ask what is going on.

Fukuzawa, who was able to breathe, touched his home.

However, as soon as he entered the door, his mother pointed at his nose with a feather duster: "Where did you go? Brat."

"Can't you remember the access control time?"

Fukuzawa: Why on earth would my mother, who is so capable of beating me, be so good at it? ? ?

If I was half as capable as her, things would develop like this now? !

Fukuzawa finally had the chance to sit at the dinner table after being "beaten hard". Before he had two chopsticks in his hands, the mother sitting opposite him asked aloud, "Do you have any objections to me?"

Fukuzawa: "... I dare not have it."

"I am your own mother!"

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was really his own mother, he would have run away with oil on his feet.

But fortunately... I didn't reveal the location of my home today.

It seems that before leaving tomorrow, he has to find a way to "cover up" the way home a little bit. He doesn't want his peaceful life, which he finally got, to be broken by those "best friends" again.

anyway……

Is there no salt in today's dishes?

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At the beginning of the game, Fukuzawa never thought that this group of people would come to reality one day.

First of all it doesn't comply with the Law of Conservation of Energy... well, it doesn't comply with him being trapped in that game.

But there is no so-called coincidence in the world, and there must be a reason for everything to happen. He can guarantee that this group of people must be the same as himself back then.

Thinking this way, Fukuzawa turned over the next card, and it turned out to be a fool.

If the world he was in became the world he experienced when he was playing games... These people must have a mission, just like himself back then.

That is, "Strategy of Fukuzawa".

Fukuzawa has no doubt that he has several strategy routes here, and one of them is definitely a "friendly ending".

How to lure these people to such an ending?

Fukuzawa touched his chin and looked at the array of cards in front of him against the moonlight.

But it won't come to an end in a while...

Turning over the last card, the familiar face of the card came into view.

Fukuzawa narrowed his pupils sharply, and then smiled.

Forget it, let it go.

Except for one thing - he will never let anyone have an ending other than the friendship line!

And the raiders on the other side, those with good brains are trying to find a way to lay out, and those with not so good brains are fighting with the system.

Of course, everyone also has a common goal - how to take down Fukuzawa while killing other raiders.

The few people who had contact during the day analyzed the opponent's situation a little bit, and then came to the conclusion that they had to fight wisely before the combat power system was fully activated, and after the combat power system was fully activated, they would fight to crush them.

But there is also a problem.

That is, whether this Fukuzawa is the "Fukuzawa" they know.

The one they knew, even if they didn't use any extremely exaggerated words to describe it, at least he was a gentle and very clean existence.

As far as the people they saw today... Not to mention being gentle, even that unkempt appearance can't match "clean".

Although I like to play divination, this is still the same...

Let's watch as we go.

Uchiha Sasuke/Sawada Tsunayoshi/Krollo thought so.

Nakahara Chuya: "Come out of the stupid system?! Explain what's going on?"

"Didn't I adjust my height to 180cm to enter the game?!"

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One night passed, and in the early morning of the next day, Fukuzawa once again asked to move out of the house under the pretext of "I think this place at home has bad feng shui" and was kicked out by his mother.

He walked towards the school very seriously with the bag on his head, as if preparing to go to the battlefield.

While sitting on the tram, Fukuzawa took out his mobile phone and clicked on the search engine.

"How can I make someone who might like me be my friend?"

None of the search results that popped up were exactly the same, and a row of scrolling down was basically "XXX girlfriend".

My own life is so different, I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a few more "male friends".

Fukuzawa felt very boring, he wanted an ordinary life.

For example, the one who likes oneself is a woman.

Turning off the phone expressionlessly, Fukuzawa seemed to have heard the girl's soft laughter behind him, and he didn't know if it was because he saw his phone screen.

It shouldn't be searched in public places, Fukuzawa thought with some annoyance, this really damaged his image.

Although in reality he has no image to speak of, Fukuzawa just shamelessly believes that he only needs to groom himself well, and he will definitely be a beautiful boy flocked by countless girls.

Even though it's never like that in the game.

But it doesn't prevent Fukuzawa, an otaku with countless experience in games, from imagining with a solemn expression.

Having said that, when he passed by the bookstore last week, he saw the collector's edition of "Pink Dark Boy". How much pocket money does he have this month?

Can his group of suddenly extra "friends" lend him money?

The morning class was passed safely, and at noon, Fukuzawa found an excuse to sneak to the corner of the roof to eat his own meal alone.

Before this happened, he was also like this. The boys and girls in the class didn't like him very much, and of course they didn't hate him, they just ignored him subconsciously.

But after those few people came, it was different...

"Chuan, are you there?" Someone pushed open the door of the rooftop.

Fukuzawa, the cat in the corner, almost died from the love bento made by his mother himself. He coughed twice because of choking, and quickly patted his chest. Someone handed him a glass of water immediately.

Fu Zechuan thanked him, took a sip, and then slowed down.

"Thank you." He lowered his head and returned the water glass.

The other party didn't take the water glass, and sat down beside him.

"Student Chuan is really hard to find, but I think it should be here, and I found it here."

Nonsense, your instinct is to rush the money.

Fukuzawa secretly slandered, and continued to eat his bento, trying to urinate as soon as possible.

"Is Chuan-san good at Tarot?" Sawada Tsunayoshi asked.

"It doesn't count." Fukuzawa replied.

"I always feel that people who know Tarot are very mysterious." Gang Ji smiled, "Student Chuan also gives people this feeling."

Fukuzawa: ...to describe the gloomy commented by others as mysterious, Tsunayoshi Sawada, I would like to call you the king of rainbow farts.

"Probably." Fukuzawa replied vaguely.

After a few mouthfuls of food, he packed up his things and was about to get up.

Gang Ji also stood up: "Want to go to the bathroom?"

Fukuzawa: "Can you stop bringing up this delicious topic before I swallow the rice in my mouth?"

Gang Ji was stunned for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm probably a little worried about Chuan's body."

worry about what?Frequent urination, urgency, inability to urinate?

"Teacher Guowen is looking for me, and I plan to go to the teacher's side." Fukuzawa smiled, "You don't have to go together, do you?"

No wonder, Fukuzawa planned to go to the infirmary to take a nap.

But Gang Ji didn't intend to run with him at first, so he smiled when he saw this: "Well, of course, I haven't finished eating my bento yet."

After Fukuzawa left the rooftop, another voice came from above his head: "Game?"

Gangji smiled: "It looks like you are too."

"I'm not a gamer."

"Of course, I am the same about this."

They all came here for a common reason.

Tsunayoshi dodged a stone with his head sideways, and leisurely stuffed the thick eggyaki in the bento into his mouth: "Please stop probing, Uchiha-san, this is a world without our messy abilities."

"If Chuan is an aborigine in this world, exposing unnecessary danger may make him afraid and stay away."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you threatening me?"

Tsuna put the lid on the bento, smiled and said, "It's advice."

"Let's make an agreement."

"From outside the game, we need to abide by the 'rules of the game'."

[Ding, some raiders initiated a 'Convention', please choose whether to agree or not after reviewing it. 】

[Please note that once the "Convention" appears, it is equivalent to the "Guidelines" of the game itself, and if it is violated, it will be punished accordingly. 】

['Convention' follows the principle of minority obeying the majority, and the time limit is 30 minutes. All raiders, please think carefully. 】

"'Convention' ah... I didn't expect it to appear so early." Someone who was sleeping with a book on his face thought.

"Sure enough, the abilities of other people are also lethal, otherwise such a 'contract' for the protection of Sichuan would not have been drawn up." A big back outside the school thought seriously.

"...I'm really not good at this kind of thing." Someone in the school pushed down his glasses.

"Huh? What is the convention? How did it start? Hello? System?!! Tell me about the function! You bastard!" A certain irascible dwarf hung on the wall angrily.

"If this goes on, I'm doomed, right?!"

After half an hour.

[There are more raiders who choose 'Agree' than those who choose 'Reject', the 'Convention' will take effect immediately, please be informed. 】

Zhongyuan Zhong also sat on the bed in the infirmary depressed, always feeling that he and the other raiders got a different system.

From the beginning to the present, he was in a daze.

"I applied the medicine for you, and it happens to be lunch break. If you want, you can sleep in the infirmary for a while." The young and beautiful teacher said, pointing to the bed next to the curtain, "but there is already a bed The classmate is resting there, please keep your voice down."

"No, it's not a big problem." Zhong Ye said "tsk", if the girls in the class didn't see him hammering the wall, he wouldn't have come here at all.

He stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the face of the person sleeping inside.

Zhongye's footsteps stopped, and he turned around: "My hands hurt so much, I can't walk anymore, teacher, please let me take a nap here."

The author has something to say: Teacher: Do you walk on your hands?