What if the lord is too popular

[Shouldn't you have done it with Heifu? ]

Fern Ji's questioning was understated, but it was thrown into the lake like a thunderbolt.

Everyone's eyes focused on Yaozai, either surprised or curious, or concealed profanity, half-covered, trying to cover up.

As if to confirm the false rumors, Mori Ogai, who was posing as a waiter, held one of his high-heeled shoes and knelt on one knee with a respectful and pious expression.

"Miss Huizi, please let me put on your shoes for you."

Serving female public relations is originally the responsibility of the "black vest", but it is not Mori Ogai's responsibility to serve Miyashiki Yoya, especially when he is in full view.

Yaozai looked down at him, and found the bright smile in the man's eyes, it had nothing to do with him, he was just watching the show.

He also smiled as if nothing had happened, and was about to stretch out his feet.

tap tap —

Osamu Dazai left a group of women and walked over slowly, his large camel-colored trench coat was rustled by the draft.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Huizi?"

Asking like this, the boy put Yaoya's injured right hand on his shoulder to help him keep his body stable.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner under the breathless gaze of the onlookers.

The fern girl who made the attack was left alone in this short period of 5 minutes, and no one cared about it.

For her, this 5 minutes is even longer than a century.

Yoya put on his shoes and thanked Dazai and Mori Ogai respectively.

He stroked the folds of the white dress, turned around and tilted his head with a smile:

"Do you have any evidence, Miss Fern Ji?"

Fern Ji must have evidence, and a woman whose performance has reached Top 2 will not accuse others for no reason.

Her evidence—

Yaoza looked over the girl's shoulder and looked at the resentful man hiding in the crowd, he understood.

He glanced at Mori Ogai meaningfully, and the other party shrugged fearlessly.

Fern Ji nodded proudly, letting the "witness" appear in front of everyone.

"Of course," she said, "this gentleman saw it in the bathroom."

It was the man who was cut by Mori Ogai with a scalpel just now who slowly walked out of the shadows.

His mung bean-sized eyes burst out with angry fire, and he glared at the two of them fiercely, and said hoarsely:

"Yes, I saw them messing around in the toilet with my own eyes."

The troublemakers gasped, and the discussions started again.

Yaoya lowered his head and said nothing, wanting to see how Mori Ogai would deal with it, as a kind of "revenge" for being teased by the man earlier.

Mori Ogai saw through his thoughts, chuckled "huh" and walked over.

"This gentleman," Mori Ogai frowned, with a hurt expression, "Are you sure that Miss Huizi and I are not dealing with the wound on your neck for you, but are doing something shady?"

His long and narrow eyes were slightly closed, and the scalpel in his sleeve glowed white just right.

There was no doubt that Mori Ogai was threatening the man in front of him.

[If someone asks about your neck injury? ]

[I said that I caused trouble and was cut by glass shards. ]

Yaozai pursed his lips, couldn't help laughing.

He began to believe that if Mori Ogai wasn't a cunning and sophisticated Mafia, who else would be?

The man who accused them probably remembered the "glorious deeds" dominated by the scalpel, swallowed his saliva, and his face turned pale.

Yaozai saw Fern Ji's sharp nails dug into the opponent's arm.

The man endured the pain, hesitating: "Um, where are the glass shards that cut my neck?"

The corner of Yaozai's mouth hooked slightly:

This gentleman actually fully accepted the setting of "cutting his neck by wine bottle fragments".

It seemed it was his turn to play.

Yaozai stepped on the high-heeled shoes, swung his right hand, and a piece of green glass shards suddenly appeared between his two fingers, with solidified blood stains on it.

"Is this what you mean?" he asked softly.

The man's expression twitched for a moment.

"How do you have it?"

Yaozai blinked: "It was originally thrown in the trash can. I was afraid that drunk guests would pick it up, so I haven't had time to deal with it. Fortunately, I took it out."

"..."

The man was speechless and silent.

Audience, look at me, and I look at you.

But the drama isn't over yet.

If there is only one piece of evidence for the wounding incident, it is too pale and not enough to be trusted.

Yaozai was thinking, and picked out the short, fat man who wanted to bury his head in the ground from the crowd.

"By the way, weren't you there when Mr. Sen helped this gentleman treat his wound?"

He bent his knees, as if hugging each other's shoulders intimately:

"Sorry, my high heels don't seem to fit well, can you give me a hand if you don't mind?"

The short fat man's eyes flashed, and he took Yaoza's hand in fear.

"Yes... yes, I saw the waiter helping him with his wound."

very good.

Yaozai nodded in satisfaction.

Knowing people is one of those hard but fun jobs.

For example, the sweaty man in front of him, whether he abandoned his friends or faced Yaoya pretending to hit him on the head with a high-heeled shoe, it is enough to show that—

He is a cowardly soft bone.

At some point, especially in society, there is nothing wrong with being properly soft-boned.

At least it can save face and life.

"Thank you for testifying for us." Yaozai said sincerely.

He turned to Fern Ji and saw that the girl's face was blue and white, and even the hot air from her nose could be clearly seen.

"Miss Fern Ji, do you have any questions?"

He glanced at the man with the bandage around his neck.

Fern Ji snorted, and pushed hard behind the man with her right hand, causing him to stagger but turned a blind eye.

"It's gone." She called, "Why haven't you sat back? How long have you kept the guests waiting?"

Before he finished speaking, it was like a gust of wind passing through the border, and he left angrily.

Yaozai looked behind the girl and shook his head, what a bad tempered girl.

Legend has it that Class D is full of eccentric kids, and it really is—

Well-deserved name.

Hey.

He had a feeling that even if he beat Mei Hayakawa in performance tonight, the other party might not obediently go back to class.

The premonition of the man from the Ubuyashiki family was always accurate.

Yaozai was about to step up the steps and return to the battlefield of female public relations, when he inadvertently cast a glance at Mori Ogai beside him.

The playful smile on the man's lips was naturally ignored by him, but the dusty trouser legs made him pay special attention.

It should have been stained when he knelt on the ground to help him put on his shoes a few minutes ago, right?

Yaozai secretly recalled that his actions were faster than his thinking, and before he could react, he had already leaned over to help him wipe the dust off his knees.

[System: Raider Mori Ogai, favorability: 52%]

This time Yaozai was stunned, he didn't expect the school doctor to be surprisingly good at strategy sometimes.

Is he a person who pays special attention to details?

Yaozai straightened up, walked past him without changing his face, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly:

"You are also the first man to kneel down and help me put on my shoes. Mr. Sen, I am really flattered."

Mori Ogai turned his head and only had time to witness his blushing profile.

[Target target: Mori Ogai, current favorability: 58%]

[The small system is amazed: Ubuyashiki-sama~ why does Mori Ogai's favorability jump so fast. ]

[Yaozai smiled mysteriously: Xiao Tong, you know that we are always very obsessed with exclusive words like "first time" and "unique". ]

This is true for women, and so is for men.

But having said that, Mori Ogai, who was easily teased by such words, might actually be very innocent.

"Everyone has seen that our Miss Huizi is such a gentle existence, she doesn't care about the difference in status from the waiter at all."

Yaozai's thoughts were interrupted by a burst of yelling, he followed the prestige, and the curly-haired boy who caught his eyes was "Long time no see".

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he always felt that Dazai's "identity gap" was particularly pronounced.

Dazai noticed his peeping, turned his head and smiled at him and continued:

"And Ms. Huizi is so good-looking, everyone can exchange her maintenance experience with her, and you will earn money if you talk with her."

Yoya feels like a sculpture in a museum, while Osamu Dazai is the eloquent tour guide outside the glass window.

This imagining made him smile knowingly.

but……

Do you have skin care experience?

I don't know if there are similar things that can be traded in the "wish" system.

There was a long line of female guests waiting to name Yaozai, and they had nothing else to do, because the most beautiful lady in the whole club was "Huizi".

Female animals are always tireless in their pursuit of beauty.

What's more, when they stared at Yaozai, they could still feel the subtle throbbing feeling of facing an outstanding man.

Don't know why.

Osamu Dazai and Yaozai, who have contributed the most, clasped their fingers and personally sent him to the throne of "Queen of Performance".

On the steps they whispered:

"Dazai-kun, how did you find so many guests?"

Dazai smiled triumphantly, and leaned closer: "I told them that if they refuse to come, I will jump into the river in front of them."

"..."

Ubuyashiki Yoya was dizzy, and the alcohol that should have evaporated seemed to come back.

He lowered his voice and said sternly: "Mr. Dazai, moral kidnapping is a very bad behavior."

Osamu Dazai blinked his brown eyes with a pure and innocent expression:

"So." He squeezed Yaozai's right hand solemnly: "Teacher must be good~good~teach~guid~me."

Ok?

Why does it feel like this kid is still suggesting something inappropriate for children?

The remaining alcohol made Yuya Ubuyashiki's cheeks hot.

And the young man who completed the escort task turned around gracefully, but before leaving he gave Yaozai a playful grin.

"Do you also like self-torture, Teacher Yaozai?"

The nonsensical words made Yaozai stunned on the spot, a green light flashed in front of his eyes, and disappeared in the pocket of the boy's camel-colored windbreaker.

"..."

The wound on Yaozai's right palm that had been cut one more time began to ache strangely.

Almost at the same time that Yaoya "resumed business", Koye Ozaki went down the stairs with a strange man.

When the two reached the last step, the man tried to support him, but Hongye avoided him lightly.

The anger ignited the man's pale cheeks, and disappeared in an instant.

His slender thin lips were slightly curled up, and he smiled maliciously:

"Miss Hongye, do you really not consider selling the club to this subordinate?"

Yaozai frowned at the man's babbling, Ozaki Koye obviously felt the same way, the peaks between his eyebrows could crush a Monkey King to death.

If it wasn't for the spectators around, I'm afraid the woman had already drawn her sword.

like—

That's what she did to Yaoya in the dressing room.

However, why Ozaki Koyo suddenly became angry is still unknown.

Yao Zai faintly felt that she was not coming for him, but...

"No need, Mr. A, I have made up my mind and will never let you turn this place into a casino."

She walked straight towards Yaozai's table, her steps were steady, and her right leg showed no sign of dragging at all.

Perhaps the anesthetic that Mori Ogai had given her had expired.

"Miss Huizi." Hongye looked around Yaozai at the crowd of girls, and smiled: "It seems that you can pass the examination smoothly."

Although they knew well, Yuya Ubuyashiki would not really work here.

"Hmph, sister Hongye, you said that a bit early, right?"

Fern Ji was filled with righteous indignation, but judging from the facts, she was just dying.

Koyo Ozaki smiled, turned around and found that Mr. A was still standing there, so she covered her lips with her sleeve and asked in surprise:

"Oh, Mr. A, why are you still here? Do I need my servant to send you out?"

A looked up, and gave Ozaki Momiji a sinister smile:

"Since you don't eat toast, then—"

He stretched out his right hand, and immediately there was a necklace inlaid with gemstones around the neck of the nearest man.

"Ah, you...why do you have..."

The spectators chattered, and the victim was also smug about the pigeon blood stone that appeared out of nowhere.

By the way, the man with the collar was the tall, thin man with a wounded neck and a bandage.

"Hmph, ignorance."

With a light chuck, A rattled away his right hand.

The expensive gemstone was separated from the collar and suspended in the air, and immediately fell into A's palm as if guided.

pat—

The tall thin man fell to the ground with a bang, completely out of breath.

Everyone was astonished, and before they could react, Mr. A shot again.

This time the object is—

"If Miss Hongye refuses to make a deal with me, how about I kill the two best-performing public relations ladies here?"

While speaking, two dazzling gems appeared on the necks of Yoya Miyashiki and Warahime.

Osamu Dazai's expression tightened when he saw this, and he quickly ran to A's side.

"Human disqualification."

His fingers touched A's shoulder, and the purple gemstone on Yaozai's neck remained motionless.

"Let go of me! I don't want to die!" Fern Ji yelled hysterically with fear on her face.

"Golden Yaksha!"

Koyo Ozaki let out a roar, and a huge doll appeared behind her.

At the same time, a familiar scalpel lay across A's neck.

"If you don't want to die, it's better..."

Mori Ogai's slender eyes are not only dark but also full of murderous intent.

This is the first time Yaozai saw the school doctor really wanted to kill someone.

A unexpectedly let it go, shrugged, and his cold tone was filled with joy:

"You guys can kill or cut whatever you want. Anyway, if I die, the two beautiful ladies over there will die too. It's good to be a romantic ghost."

Ozaki Momiji: "..."

Mori & Dazai: "..."

The silence of the three of them greatly pleased Mr. A.

He smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Ah, I always feel that the value of a person can be measured. So I want to leave the decision to you."

[If only one of these two people could live, who would you choose? ]

As soon as these words came out, Ji Ji, who was panting heavily, stared into her eyes, almost wanting to carve a hole out of Yaoza's face.

Ubuyashiki Yoya narrowed his purple eyes, and stood still.

[System: The host Yoya Ubuyashiki has successfully set up the script for this round, and the countdown will start after 3 seconds. 3, 2, 1...]

作者有话要说：本章关于A的异能有一点点私设。感谢在2020-09-1313:53:27~2020-09-1418:14:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Hawthorn Fairy;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!