On the second day in the hospital, He Ma felt that the pain in his abdomen had eased a lot when he woke up.
Originally, after He Ma suffered so many secondary injuries from the girls yesterday, he felt that his injury would probably get worse.
Kazuma couldn't help but look at the amulet Jinguji Tamamo asked for after climbing the steps of the shrine a hundred times.
Is it really the effect of this thing
Hema wanted to sit up to get the amulet, but when his waist was strained, it hurt so much that he was about to burst into tears.
—It doesn't seem to be that effective either.
Kazuma, who was obediently lying back on the bed, turned his head and looked to the side.
Honami wasn't sleeping next to his bed today. She originally wanted to do this, but was persuaded by the girls to go back together.
He Ma remembers a sentence that Jinguji Yuzao said last night that played a decisive role: "You stay here, the biggest task is to help him go to the toilet. It's better to let Ah Mo do it."
At this time, Ma recalled that Ah Mao stayed in the ward last night. He looked around the ward, but he didn't see his apprentice.
"Amao?" he called out.
"Here." Amao got up from the ground and threw the newspaper covering him aside, "What's the matter, master, do you want to pee?"
"No, no, I'll just see where you are. Are you still using newspapers as a quilt, are you so proficient?"
Amao smiled: "When I was doing bad things in the past, sometimes it was quite miserable. The money in my pocket was robbed by even worse bad things. The 'broilers' hadn't attended class so they couldn't get it, and they didn't want to go home, so Just sleep on the street."
Amau paused, and sighed: "At that time, I had no education and no knowledge, so I took it for granted that the world was like this, cold and ruthless, and the weak preyed on the strong."
He Ma smiled and asked, "What about now, how do you see the world now?"
"The world is indeed gloomy and gloomy, but there are people like you, Master, who are able to get rid of violence and make good, and there are also many smart people who are always thinking about how to make this world more fair.
"Maybe they are far from being completely successful now, but the world is definitely getting better.
"I read a lot of books on history to prepare for the University of Tokyo exam. My biggest feeling is that our society has indeed changed for the better compared to the Middle Ages, the Viking Age, or even the end of the Tokugawa period a hundred years ago."
He Ma laughed loudly: "Yeah, looking at the history of mankind, on the one hand, you will lament why human beings are always repeating the same mistakes, and on the other hand, you will actually feel the progress.
"For example, in the era of King Louis XIV, men wore high heels because the city infrastructure was poor and there was dirt and other dirt on the ground.
"So noble men need high-heeled shoes to ensure that their feet and beautiful stockings will not be soiled. But in the era of Sherlock Holmes, the city of London is no longer covered with mud, and Holmes can judge his client today based on the mud on his client's feet. Hurrying from country estates into town."
Amao looked at Kazuma in surprise: "I... have never paid attention to such details. Now in Tokyo, even if you go to a rural place like Mitaka, as long as you don't climb mountains, your feet will hardly stick to mud."
"So today's detectives can lock the client into a smaller area through the mud on their feet."
After talking with Ma, Amao nodded again and again: "That's right, you can still read books like this, and you've been taught. Sure enough, it's because of this meticulousness that Master became the police's assistant?"
He Ma nodded: "Exactly."
Never mind the truth, it is the truth now.
After speaking, He Ma suddenly became anxious, so he said to Amao, "Come on, help me up and go to the toilet."
**
When he came back from the toilet, He Ma's head was already sweating from the pain, and it seemed that the injury on his stomach would not heal if he stayed in bed for two weeks.
No, can I really get well after lying down for two weeks
And immediately read the memoirs of those World War II veterans all my life, people recuperate for half a year, counting the retraining after returning, usually more than a year has passed.
He Ma began to worry about whether he would have to lie in the hospital bed for half a year.
I won't talk about the classwork and so on. Anyway, with the help of Jinguji Temple, the progress is very fast.
But in the past six months, he can't go shopping with his sister—no, he can't level up to increase his strength, and simply wasting his time is unacceptable to He Ma.
After finally getting Ping Zhongshi to be a personal instructor in the Kendo Department of Dongda University, Kazuma also wanted to pass on all the exemptions of Beichen's one-sword style as soon as possible.
The main thing is that Beichen One Sword Style definitely has a move with a gun. If he can legally hold a gun, he must have a matching move.
There is also a gun license, which can only be obtained after training. I have been hospitalized for half a year. What if the policeman named Kato is forgetting about this
Thinking about this, He Ma couldn't help cheering his body up in his heart.
At this time, Amao came back from the outside and said to He Ma: "The new daily report is here, Master, do you want to read it?"
"Yes." He Ma took the newspaper and asked A Mao casually, "What about your part-time job?"
"I'm asking for leave, because I'm in charge of too many blocks, and I seem to be causing trouble to the head of the newspaper distribution station, Sang."
Shaking his head with Ma, he couldn't understand Amao's very Japanese way of thinking: "Why are you causing trouble to others? Before you overfulfilled the task to save labor costs for the station manager Sang and helped him, now you want to help him. The care teacher must ask for leave, which is reasonable and does not owe him anything."
"Is that so?" Ah Mao scratched his head, "I thought only bad people would think like this."
"It's right to think this way. What is problematic is the values of ordinary Japanese people."
"Master's instruction, I will remember it." Amao said seriously.
He Ma started to read the newspaper, and then found that the headline on the front page was not the previous explosion, but the news that the United States announced the Star Wars plan.
The timeline of this world has a certain discrepancy with Immediate Life, so some things may be advanced and some may be delayed, but they roughly match.
It's almost time for Star Wars.
The Soviet Union's Western August 1st exercise, which terrified the entire NATO, is about to begin.
This exercise not only scared the West, but also scared a poor boy who was about to earn a small amount of money to moisten his shriveled belt, so that it fiddled with tank destroyers when the whole world didn't make such things as tank destroyers A "Last Ferdinand" artillery destroyer was produced.
Moreover, the poor boy was terrified. Since then, all the howitzers he has developed have required high chamber pressure to fire armor-piercing projectiles and hit tanks flat. Even truck guns can hit tanks flat.
He Ma recalled the things he discussed with people on the forum when he was a military fan in his previous life, and felt nostalgic for no reason.
It's a pity that he can only be a Japanese in this life. He feels like a potential agent who has lost contact with the organization.
Hema suppressed the surging thoughts and opened the next page.
This edition finally has news about the explosion.
After reading the report, He Ma frowned.
This report basically said nothing, mainly reporting how sad the family members of the dead policeman were, what method the police planned to use to compensate the family members, and so on.
There is no information about He Ma's interest in the report.
The most important thing is that this report actually only pointed to Kiryu and Ma. "It is understood that Mr. Kiryu and Ma, who were famous in Osaka before, also provided assistance in the resolution of this incident."
I'm a little upset with the horse, can I help you? All the enemies are destroyed by me.
But after thinking about it, it is also a good thing that there will be no reporters to bother you. Anyway, the important people must know the merits of Kiryu and Ma, and after entering the Sakurada Gate to become a professional team, this achievement will become the qualifications of Kazuma.
He Ma casually flipped through the newspaper again, looked at the military version of the report on the war in Afghanistan, and then glanced at the entertainment version.
Yakushiji Hiroko seems to be in conflict with Kawakaku according to the original world line.
The entertainment news reporter actually went to interview Song Shengzi for his views on this matter.
Song Shengzi is also miserable. Last year's new single "Cyan Coral Reef" sold well. I thought the list would be stable, but I didn't expect that at the end of the year, there would be a Yakushiji Hiroko, and "Sailor Suit and Machine Gun" became a national with the blessing of the movie. Divine Comedy.
Seeing that Bozi himself is going to hide himself in the snow this year, the entertainment reporter came to expose the scars before he was happy.
After reading the entertainment version with Ma, I didn't see the news of Fang Shan Zhishi.
In the first movie she starred in, the focus of everyone's attention was on the martial arts instructor. Thinking about it, this is quite miserable.
Kazuma put down the newspaper and was about to read the book that Aramaki had brought before, when Jinguji Tamamo opened the door and came in.
"I'll take over." Tamamo said, "Ikeda-kun, go home and rest."
Amao waved his hand: "No, I slept on the floor last night. I haven't slept on the floor for a long time. I miss it very much. I slept soundly."
Yuzao: "Be obedient, go back to the dojo."
Amao glanced at Hema, then nodded: "Then please, Senior Sister Jingongji."
As he spoke, Ah Mo bowed slightly to Tamamo, took his coat, and left the room.
Jinguji Tamamo came to Kazuma's hospital bed, untied the tether of the waistcoat neckline while sitting down, took off the waistcoat, folded it and put it on the bedside table.
Looking at Yuzao's white and smooth shoulders, Kazuma smiled and said, "Is Tokyo so hot today?"
"Yeah, the forecast says it's a result of El Niño and global warming."
He Ma laughed and said, "Actually, it's because the Little Ice Age is coming to an end."
"It's possible. You even dabble in climatology?"
He Ma hurriedly explained: "Aren't there stories in detective novels that use climatology to solve old cases? I think it's right to understand a little bit."
Yuzao frowned: "The old case that can be solved by using climatology has already passed the prosecution period?"
"Although the period for prosecution has passed, if the injustice is resolved, it can be regarded as justice has been done."
Tamamo: "That makes sense. Is there anything interesting in the news?"
He Ma glanced at the newspaper in his hand, shrugged: "It's nothing, the Americans have a plan to fool the Soviet Union, and they want to start a space arms race. Oh, by the way, and Argentina started to claim the Falklands from the UK... I mean, Fox Islands."
Japan has always regarded itself as a non-staff member of NATO, so Japan's news is called the Fox Islands according to the British name.
Because China wants to stand on the anti-imperialist side, it is called the Malvinas Islands according to Argentina.
Yuzao looked at Kazuma with a complicated expression: "...you once said that Thatcher would take tough measures."
He Ma: "Yes, she will."
"Will the UK send an expeditionary force? Does the UK still have the strength to launch a transatlantic expedition?"
He Ma: "Should... yes?"
Yuzao nodded, and then changed the subject: "On my way here, I saw that the weekly magazine Fang Chun was released, and many people bought it. Guess who is on the cover."
He Ma frowned and pointed to himself: "It can't be me?"
Tamamo took out the latest issue of the weekly magazine Fang Chun from her bag, and showed Kazuma the cover.
At a glance, you can see the Roman shield phalanx formed by the police mobile team. In front of the shield phalanx, Kiryu and Ma are holding a PPK pistol, walking forward with a tyrannical pace.
This time, Fang Chun of the weekly magazine changed his normal routine, and instead of printing such a sensational sentence in large letters on the cover, he put this picture.
It seems that the person in charge of making the cover thinks that this picture is enough to have an impact, and any text is superfluous.
He is right.
The moment He Ma saw the cover, his DNA reacted, and his head was full of sentences like "the king of soldiers came back and found his sister living in a kennel and fucked in a rage".
He Ma looked at himself on the cover, touched his chin: "Am I... so mad?"
"It means that the person who handles the photos is very good at drawing." Yuzao said, and then turned the magazine around so that the cover was facing her. She stared at the cover for a few seconds and then smiled.
"I bought three copies just for this cover," she said.
Kazuma was flattered unexpectedly, a little happy, and was about to tease Tamamo at this time, when Saori Kitagawa opened the door and came in.
"What, there are already people." Kitagawa Saori pouted, and came to Kazuma's hospital bed, "I only have minor injuries, so I will be discharged from the hospital today. Come and see you."
"Be careful," Kazuma said to Saori Kitagawa, "If you can't do it, escape to my dojo. I still have a spare room for you."
"Thank you for your concern, but it's not necessary. I don't go home very often. Sometimes when I get stuck writing songs, I will go to the earth room to sleep for a night." Kitagawa Saori showed an indifferent expression, and then she saw Yuzao's hands magazine, "Is that the new Fang Chun?"
Tamamo turned the magazine cover to Saori Kitagawa: "Look, does it look good?"
"Oh, he's quite handsome." Saori Kitagawa admitted frankly that the Kazuma in the picture is very handsome. "The photography technique is amazing. You can distort the facts and turn black and white with only pictures."
Yuzao: "I bought three copies. If you want, I can give you one."
"I don't want it." Beichuan Saori refused decisively, then turned to Kazuma, "Goodbye, let's play together after you are discharged from the hospital."
"Don't, I don't want to be hit by such a big flying prop again, the key is not to knock down this prop, I have to catch her."
"I'll kill you." Sayori Kitagawa punched his fist and the horse's knee, "Let's go."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and flicked her ponytails high.
Looking at her hair, Kazuma suddenly remembered something, and said to her: "Did your hair clip fall off when you were besieged by URB fans? I'll give you a new one!"
"No! You won't be able to choose good-looking ones with your aesthetics." Beichuan Saori flatly refused, turned around and made a face at Kazuma, and then left the ward.
The corner of Hema's mouth couldn't help but raised, and then remembered that Jinguji Yuzao was still there, so he quickly turned his eyes away: "Well, I want to generate income for the dojo."
"You don't need to explain this kind of thing to me. I'm a woman who has lived since the time when there was Oku." Tamamo said.
"But I think your ideas are quite up to date." He Ma said.
"After all, long-lived species that cannot adapt to the changes of the times will end badly." Yuzao said with a smile, "But adapting to the times does not mean that the concept must be completely changed."
Just as He Ma was about to comment, Yuzao took out a headband with cat ears from her bag: "I bought this as a gift for you."
After speaking, Tamamo put the cat ear headband on her head, and made a cat hand gesture to Kazuma: "Meow."
"Hey, don't do this kind of thing, old woman."
"I'm only eighteen, really."
At this time, Aramaki, Shiratori and others arrived at the door and were about to knock on the door, but seeing the scene through the glass observation window on the door, they hid back again.
"Come in, Huangjuan sang, Shiratori sang." He Ma said loudly.
Tamamo hurriedly took off the cat ear headband, then fiddled with her hair, covering her red ears with strands of hair.
This reflects that she is really eighteen years old and a girl, but I don't know if it is acting.
Akira Shiratori opened the door and came in, looked at Yuzao with some embarrassment, and then said to Kazuma: "Well, we are here to talk to you about something that is not easy to put on the table."
"The police departments belonging to the two search departments, and a gongan came to me to say things that cannot be said on the table, and suddenly felt that I was very powerful."
"It's a fact that it's powerful," Shiratori said.
Yuzao stood up to give up her seat, and picked up the thermos bottle on the bedside table: "Sit down, everyone. I'll fetch water."
She left after speaking.
Akira Shiratori supported Aramaki, who was still injured, and sat on the seat that Tamamo had vacated.
Detective Yoshiaki Shimagata glanced at Tamamo who was leaving, and said, "What a good wife, but didn't the girl from the Jinguji family hear...uh..."
Kazuma knew that Yoshiaki Shimagata wanted to say here that the Jinguji family had released rumors in order to cover up the rumor that Tamamo would not grow old, so he said, "She is different, she can grow up normally."
Shimakata Yoshiaki gasped: "Yes, is that so? So... the previous rumors are all true?"
He Ma: "I didn't say that."
Shiratori Akira: "Indeed. Let's not mention this. We are here this time to tell you that the CIA has begun to exert pressure."
"Why?" He Ma was surprised.
"I don't know, the CIA never explained to us why they did this." Aramaki shrugged, "Would you explain your every move to your dog?"
He Ma: "I have never raised a dog."
Not really, not in two lifetimes.
You can try it in the future, after all, the yard of the dojo is really big, and you don’t have to worry about the dog having no place to play.
Huang Juan was stunned: "Actually, I haven't raised it either. My house hasn't been renovated yet, so raising a dog might mean demolishing my wooden house."
No, no, ordinary dogs don't know how to do it, but Allah's family can.
Shiratori Akira: "Anyway, we can't continue to investigate this matter. Although the prisoner's body has not been found yet, the higher-ups are still planning to close the case with the prisoner being shot dead.
"In addition, Nishida Shun, who killed Aichuan Xingzi, died in the explosion. This time, the three cases connected together have all been closed at once. Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations."
Hema frowned: "Are you in such a hurry? What exactly does the CIA want to do?"
"I just said that no one will explain to my dog what I'm going to do." Araki said again, "That's why we came here. Does Mr. Kiryu have any ideas?"
He Ma: "What can I think? I'm an ordinary college student."
Shimagata Yoshiaki, Shiratori Akira and Aramaki looked at each other and laughed together.
He curled his lips with the horse.
After Aramaki finished laughing, he asked Hema seriously: "Is there really no idea?"
"No. Really." He Ma answered frankly.
"Okay, let's talk about the second thing." Shiratori Akira scratched his head, "Araki-kun, you can tell."
Araki nodded and said, "The Metropolitan Police Department is going to hold a memorial service for the victims of this incident. In theory, only people from the police and gongan will participate, and of course there will be reporters. But we plan to apply together so that Mr. Kiryu can also attend This memorial service."
He Ma: "Is it suitable for me to go?"
"Of course it is appropriate. Although there is no actual confirmation that the prisoner has died, everyone in the police circle believes that Mr. Kiryu shot and killed the prisoner. You have avenged your deceased comrades, and you should be invited to this memorial service."
Hema thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'll go. But my injury may not heal within two weeks..."
Shiratori Akira smiled: "You feel better in two weeks? You think too much. Don't worry, when the time comes, we will push you there in a wheelchair, and you can just sit the whole time."
He Ma nodded: "Okay, this is the order."
"Then we will pick you up on the day of the memorial service, probably after the Golden Week. After all, the high officials have to spend the Golden Week holiday with their families."
Kazuma glanced at Yoshiaki Shimagata, who was complaining, and thought that this guy was actually an anti-establishment faction.
Shiratori Akira: "Then, there is one last thing left. This matter, I am actually asking for help."
Seeing Shiratori's serious expression, Kazuma also became serious.
"Go ahead."
"Recently, the flames of the Gokudo have intensified. The Korean Zhenquan Association and the Fushou Gang composed of Chinese are investing heavy weapons on both sides. The movement of the Kanto United is also worrying."
"What do you want me to do?" He Ma went straight to the point.
"I want to borrow your reputation in the Kanto United."
"Are you kidding me? Last time I rode on the head of the Kanto United, they just want to kill me now." Hema laughed dumbly, "How can I have a reputation?"
"You obviously have a high influence on Jinshan Heita. By the way, the superior organization of the Jinshan group, the Kazama group of Kazama Taro, has a high opinion of you. Kazama Taro has always wanted to meet you." Shiratori He looked at Kazuma and said, "Besides, the Jidao Martial Art faction respects the strong, and the current Hema-jun is definitely qualified to be called the strong. They even started calling you, Dragon of Kanto."
When He Ma heard it, he thought that I didn't have many entries, and I was still a lone dragon—it seems that nicknames given by others may not necessarily become entries.
The white bird detective continued: "Today is the release date of the weekly magazine Fang Chun, and I have a hunch that you will be on their cover again."
Your hunch is right—thought Hema.
Shiratori: "Now you have more influence on the martial arts faction of the Kanto United, and in addition to protecting Tokyo, you can also arouse the goodwill of the old school inside the Kanto United.
"After all, they were originally residents' self-government organizations. The original intention of their establishment was to protect the neighbors in the neighborhood, but it turned bad later."
Hema pouted: "Even if I have this kind of reputation, what do you plan to ask me to do?"
"I hope at least the local jiudao will not interfere." Akira Shiratori spread his hands, "At least the local martial arts jiudao will not interfere. People from the Zhenquan Association and the Fushou Gang are easy to identify, and many of them can't even speak Japanese. The foundation in Japan is also shallow.
"The local Yakuza is only having small-scale friction with them now. After the Kanto United is completely involved, there will be many intertwined interests, and it will be very troublesome to deal with."
He Ma: "This... I'm afraid there is nothing I can do."
"You don't need to do a lot of things, just meet Kazama Taro and express your opinion." Shiratori said with folded hands, "Please! I wanted to meet Kazama Taro in person, but after all It’s a note, it’s useless to go there, and it may even have the opposite effect.”
Scratching his head with Ma, it would be fine if he just went to meet Taro Kazama.
Kazuma recalled the scene when he broke into the venue of the Kanto United Association. Among the bigwigs sitting in the first row, there was indeed a guy who seemed to admire Kiryu and Ma very much.
Kazuma remembered that guy's entry was—yes, it was Drunken Moon.
It reminds me of Suika Ibuki's entry.
Maybe this person knew the young ZUN privately.
Kazuma finally nodded and said, "Okay. I'll go see Kazama Taro after I'm discharged from the hospital."
Shiratori Akira breathed a sigh of relief, and then he said, "That's the last thing left."
"Are there so many things?" Hema complained.
Aramaki interfaced: "I have information to pass on to you. Recently, Shibao Tahisa from Welfare Technology has visited Baifeng Summit many times."
He pursed his lips with the horse.
Aramaki continued: "The higher authorities completely disapproved of the statement in my report that linked music and fans' agitation, and considered it nonsense. But no one knows better than you, Mr. Kiryu, that this is the truth."
He Ma nodded seriously.
"I think that if you have a good relationship with Miss Bai Feng, you should instigate her and let her defect. Now she doesn't come home very much, she sings outside all day and doesn't go to school. You can let her stay with you Come to the dojo."
"I will." He Ma said, "If Baifeng Yuyin is detained by the family, I will rush directly to Baifeng's headquarters to rob people, and then I will have to trouble a few of you to help me wipe my ass."
"No problem." Shiratori Akira said, "I've been wanting to raid the White Summit for a long time, they must have hidden a lot of weapons."
He Ma thought to himself, did he become a police raider, and if he wanted to find out where he couldn't get a search warrant, he asked Tongsheng and Ma to go first.
Aramaki picked up his crutches and stood up with Shiratori's support: "That's about it, I won't disturb your rest, Mr. Kiryu."
"Okay, goodbye." Hema waved.
Jinguji Yuzao entered the door with a thermos bottle in hand, and asked in surprise, "Are you leaving already? Why don't you sit down for a while?"
"No, I'm busy with work." Akira Shiratori said on behalf of everyone.
"That's a good way to go." Yuzao stood aside to make way, and then bowed slightly to the three of them.
The braided braid ran to the front following the bow.
After the three of them left in a file, Yuzao closed the door, went back to the Hema window, put the kettle away, and sat down lightly.
He Ma: "Thank you for waiting outside for so long."
Yuzao smiled slightly, then picked up the apple: "Do you want to eat one? I'll peel it for you."
"No, I like to eat apples with the skin on."
"Then I'll go wash it." Yuzao stood up again holding the apple.
At this time someone knocked on the door again.
Kazuma glanced at the door, and saw Huashan's face through the observation window.
"Come in." He Ma said.
Huashan opened the door and came in, then waved Fang Chun, the latest weekly magazine in Kazuma's hand: "Mr. Kiryu, this is so handsome! Are you riding my motorcycle to punish evil and promote good?"
"Uh, no, I don't have a motorcycle driver's license yet." He Ma said with some embarrassment.
"Oh, as expected of Mr. Kiryu, obey the law! I went to the dojo to study yesterday, but there was no one in the dojo all day, and I didn't tell me what happened! Today I saw the weekly magazine Fangchun, so I asked my family's relationship , I found out that you are hospitalized here!"
Kazuma: "Is that so, Chiyoko just calmed down yesterday, so she was negligent."
"Mr. Kiryu! You need help when you are upholding justice in the future, just promise! Although my family does not have a private security manpower dispatch agency like the Nanjo family, our family controls the veterans' association! There are many retired self-defense officers! "
"Yes, yes, I will call you if there are conditions in the future."
Hua Shanzhao's fancy kneeling and licking is a little unaccustomed to Ma.
Being licked like this, he had the feeling that he had become a certain "pigeon".
It's a pity that it was an old man who licked him, not a teenage girl.
Huashan continued: "I will also work hard to learn kendo, at least to catch up with Senior Brother Ikeda's level. At that time, please let me punish evil and promote good with you!"
He Ma Xin thought that although Ah Mao had made great progress, he still had a long way to go before going out to fight.
When Hanayama catches up to Honami's level, they can almost fight together.
Just thinking about Honami appearing, followed by Mikako and Chiyoko.
Sure enough, with my injury in bed, the girls probably don't have the time to go to school, so it's better to go directly to the Golden Week holiday.
"Hanayama-kun, give way." Honami said.
Hua Shanzhao hurried out of the way.
Honami put the large lunch box on the Wazuma bedside table: "My grandfather said that the Chinese Buddha jumping wall is the most nourishing, so I invited a Chinese chef to make a pot."
Kazuma: "Buddha jumping over the wall can't be done in a day or two. Honami, you and your grandfather have been cheated."
"Huh, is that so?" Honami's eyes widened, "This..."
"It takes 24 hours for the Buddha to jump over the wall just to hang the soup, and there are a lot of other troublesome processes." He Ma made use of the knowledge of his previous life.
Honami blushed instantly.
Chiyoko squeezed forward: "Brother, what are you talking about? Drink it if you can. It doesn't matter if it's done right or not. I've seen it. It's chicken, pork knuckle, abalone and sea cucumber. You can eat it any way you like."
He Ma Xin thought it was right: "Come, help me up."
As soon as the words fell, several girls stretched out their hands to pull Hema up and let him sit on the bed.
Honami picked up the small bowl as a matter of course, served Wama with soup, then scooped it with a small spoon and started blowing.
Kazuma's eyes were all on Honami's small mouth. Today she wore very light lipstick, and her lips looked plump and juicy.
The scent of white plum mixed with the aroma of the soup floated into Hema's nostrils.
He Ma suddenly felt that it was good to be injured.
**
At the same time, President Baifeng looked at the large number of ex-URB fans coming over from Dabala, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
A technician explained to He Baifeng Zongwu: "Here, the former URB member can appeal to these fans like the late lead singer. Of course, some speeches must be prepared, but simple instructions are useless. For example, to When these people attack someone, they can incite them to say, 'XXX killed the lead singer of URB, and the gods of music want us to take revenge'."
President Bai Feng nodded: "I understand, I understand very well."
"Then, a total of 2,000 'core fans' have already been transferred, so I will take my leave first." The technician put away the writing board in his hand and bowed to Mr. Bai Feng.
Then he turned and walked towards the well-being technology publicity van parked in the corner of the huge warehouse—this kind of publicity van can be seen everywhere in Tokyo now, wherever there is a well-being technology presentation, it will appear there.
Mr. Baifeng watched the technician leave. Behind him, thousands of fans were getting off the car under the guidance of Jidao and walking towards the bunk beds assigned to them.