"Hello, everyone..."
"Can't you even tell how many people there are? Stop talking nonsense and take us to where there's a vacant seat!"
"Yes Yes."
A tyrant-like rude and scolding voice came, causing Sakayanagi Arisu, who didn't want to waste energy observing meaningless things, to shift his gaze and look in the direction of the voice.
The one who was showing off at the door of the store was a boy with long red hair. His handsome face had a fierce expression. His school uniform jacket was completely open, and the collar of his shirt was wide open, revealing his not-so-strong chest muscles.
Following behind them stood up were two men and one woman. One of the men seemed to be from Africa. He had obvious black features and his physique exceeded the average of Asians in all aspects. Standing there, he looked like a black tower.
"That person seems to be Ryuen Sho from the first grade, Class C..." The girl looked thoughtful.
On the other hand, the waitress, who was clearly aware that the other party was not a good person, wanted to take the other party to a secluded corner so as not to disturb other customers' meals, but she stopped before she took a few steps.
As if he noticed the gaze coming from this side, the red-haired boy turned his head and looked over here. After seeing clearly, the corner of his mouth slowly pulled up into a wicked smile.
"Hey, hey, hey, look who I found?"
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Volume 17: Chapter : Every Knife Hits a Critical Hit
"Ah, sir, please wait a moment. That's the table for other guests..."
Realizing that the situation was likely to develop in an uncontrollable direction, the waitress quickly stretched out her hand to stop it.
But how could Ryuen Sho listen to her? He turned a deaf ear to her and walked across the aisle towards Sakayanagi Arisu and the other person, with the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, like a wolf that smelled blood.
The other three followed closely behind, leaving the waitress behind, like a group of loyal guards.
Listening to the dense footsteps coming from far behind, Wu Yi remained indifferent and continued to do what he was doing.
When the mutton is put into the pot, waves splash on the boiling water and the mouth-watering aroma spreads out all at once.
Wu Yi stretched out his chopsticks and stirred the pot twice. He took a sip of the food with the tip of the chopsticks and thought it tasted good, so he put down the empty stainless steel plate.
At the same time, someone stopped beside him, and a mocking voice sounded from above his head.
"Oh, I was wondering who it was, isn't it Arisu from Class A?" (Note: In the original book, Ryuuen calls all girls by their first names, regardless of whether they are familiar with him or not)
Long Yuanxiang raised his head slightly, swept his gaze across Wu Yi who was facing away from him, and looked down at the petite silver-haired girl who was sitting alone opposite him.
"What's wrong? Where are your Royal Knights? Are you not playing your queen game anymore? Is this... you hooked up with another senior on the first day of school?"
Huh? Why is it senior?
After hearing the second half of the sentence, not only Sakayanagi Arisu himself, but even Wu Yi, who was using chopsticks to put the hot pot mutton into his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and his movements stopped in mid-air.
After a brief silence and some thought, Wu Yi decided to eat it first without thinking.
"Arisu, I have a question."
"Ah."
Wu Yi swallowed the still hot mutton with great effort, breathed a sigh of relief, smacked his lips and said seriously.
"Do I look anxious?"
"That's not the case~"
The two of them sang in unison, completely ignoring the people in Class C standing beside them.
The feeling of being ignored made Ryuen Sho very unhappy, but he was not a complete fool who was only irritable and easily angered. He quickly analyzed the useful information from between the lines.
Not a senior, but a classmate...
As if he had suddenly thought of something, Long Yuanxiang once again pulled up a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward and tilted his head, his tone quite provocative.
"You bastard, are you from Class D?"
"Any questions?"
As he spoke, Wu Yi threw another plate of beef rolls into the pot.
When Ryuen Sho heard this answer, he acted as if he had heard a huge joke. He held his forehead in an attempt to look cool, and his shoulders shook violently as he let out the classic Yagami three-part laugh.
"Hey, did you all hear that? It turns out to be like that. No wonder I was wondering why I had no impression of you at all. Turns out you're a defective product from Class D! This is really making me laugh to death, hahahahaha!"
But the next second, a rectangular stainless steel plate that was still dripping water appeared in front of him.
It didn't smash down, it just simply blocked in front, and the speed was so fast that neither Long Yuanxiang nor the three followers behind him had time to react.
Behind the stainless steel plate, Wu Yi's voice sounded somewhat helpless.
"Why do you have such a big mouth? You're drooling. We still need to eat the hot pot... Also, please control your taste. You look like an old internet cafe guy who was so happy when he won the MOBA game against the rich second generation."
"……what?"
The metaphor was so off-topic that Ryuen Sho was unable to wrap his mind around it.
Wu Yi put down the stainless steel plate and sighed softly.
"Ryuen...right? It doesn't sound like the name of any chaebol or conglomerate that I remember. No, it shouldn't even be considered a famous family."
"…What do you want to say?"
Long Yuanxiang's voice turned cold. Although he was not sure what the other party wanted to express specifically, the attitude of almost ignoring hidden between the lines made him very unhappy.
"Don't you understand this?"
Wu Yi raised her head and glanced at him.
"I mean, it's not like everyone in this school is crying and begging to be promoted to Class A. At least for me, being promoted to Class A is not even a bonus. It can only be said to be a fun thing for myself when I'm bored... Speaking of which, I forgot to introduce myself. My last name is Wu."
"Oh, and you know that guy in our class called Kouenji? I think he doesn't mind. He's the only son of the Kouenji chaebol anyway. It doesn't matter if he graduates from Class A or Class D. It doesn't matter if he drops out midway."
Wu Yi paused here, glanced at Long Yuan again, and sighed helplessly.
"Forget it. To save your IQ, I'll give you an analogy that you can understand. It's like the internet cafe you often go to suddenly held a national MOBA online game king of passers-by elimination competition one day. As the internet cafe god who dominates the area, you signed up enthusiastically. As a result, a rich second-generation man happened to be driving a sports car with his girlfriend and passed by. He thought it was interesting and stopped the car to sign up."
"It just so happened that you were in great shape that day, and you made it to the finals in the Internet cafe, and you also defeated the rich second-generation guy. You were so proud of yourself, thinking that you had successfully advanced, and you shouted to the rich second-generation guy, "Look, how great I am, I am the champion!" But the rich second-generation guy just smiled at you, hugged his girlfriend, went downstairs, drove away in his sports car."
Wu Yi's words were like sharp knives stabbing into Long Yuanxiang's heart, and every word made the latter's face darker.
But Wu Yi seemed to think that this was not over yet, and spread his hands.
"Well, actually this isn't the most ironic thing. What's more ironic is that after you've gone through so many hardships and used all your skills to finally win the championship on the world stage, you're told that you'll have to play an open exhibition match against the boss of the only organizer of the event. Before you can react, the rich second-generation guy you defeated in the first round of the elimination match in the Internet cafe suddenly walks onto the stage, wearing a handmade custom-made Armani suit that glitters with gold and sits in your opponent's seat."
"There's no doubt that you defeated the rich second generation easily this time. The rich second generation admired your skills and strength very much, and personally came down to shake your hand, congratulated you on becoming the champion, and told you - young man, I am very optimistic about you, come to the club of my subsidiary so-and-so and be a substitute player!"
Glancing at the silver-haired girl on the other side of the table who was covering her mouth and turning her face away with her shoulders trembling violently, Wu Yi curled her lips and turned her gaze back to Long Yuanxiang, whose face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"So, do you understand what I mean, Internet Cafe God of War Ryuen-kun?"
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I was in a hurry and forgot about py
"Being beaten to death by thousands of people, becoming a novice BOSS and seeing the barrage"
Damn, I had promised him that I would recommend his book to the charts on Sunday, but I totally forgot about it. Now I see that it’s already Tuesday... send it.
Volume 18: Chapter Kneel down and don't get up
"To be honest I don't hate country mice."
It was such an illogical turn of events that it could be called a miracle. Wu Yi suddenly entered Makima mode.
But there was no trace of joking on his face, he was so calm that it seemed as if he was simply stating an established and indisputable fact.
"I think I am a pretty good person. I never have preconceived hostility towards any creature. Whether it's a cute puppy or a dirty mouse, if I see it on the street, I am willing to bend down, touch its head, and give it a small piece of biscuit."
"But if it jumps onto the table while I'm eating and tries to steal my food or even overturns my plate, that's another matter."
Every word was like hammering a nail into a board.
At this time, Arisu Sakayanagi also stopped smiling and sat upright.
Just as Wu Yi understood her, she also understood Wu Yi.
Although this guy is always full of dirty talk and swear words, it doesn't mean that he is a completely good-natured person. Once he crosses the line of "friendliness", all that is left is the bloody logic of violence above all else.
I heard you want to piss me off?
Very well, then I'll let you piss me off.
But whether you can afford the cost of irritating me is another matter.
"Oh?"
Long Yuanxiang also calmed down at this time. Faced with such a statement that was almost a declaration of war, he did not get angry but laughed instead. He even took a small step forward on his own initiative, with his toes submerged under the food cart containing the dishes.
"I suggest you don't do that."
Wu Yi keenly noticed his movements and his eyes moved slightly downwards.
"If you dare to kick over the food cart with that leg of yours, I will definitely break it... No, I will just tear it off and stuff it in your mouth."
"Really?" Long Yuanxiang asked back in disbelief.
"You can try it." This was Wu Yi's answer.
In just three sentences, the atmosphere in the store escalated from tit-for-tat to tense, and a war was about to break out.
Even the waitress standing far away subconsciously held the menu tightly in her hand, as if she wanted to use it as a shield to protect herself.
Sniff...
Ryuen Sho suddenly laughed, but it was not for reconciliation.
His face darkened instantly.
"Albert!"
"Yes sir."
Before he could finish his words, the black man who had been standing behind him like a black tower suddenly stretched out his palm as big as a palm fan and grabbed Wu Yi's collar.
But the next second, with the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, Albert, whose body was as big as a mountain, fell to his knees as if he had been kicked hard in the knee.
His outstretched right hand was held back in a non-standard Aikido gesture, with the first joint of the thumb bent backwards, forming a rather extreme angle with the outside of the palm.
Wu Yi stood up for some reason. He was half a head taller than Long Yuanxiang.
He released his right hand from holding Albert's thumb and patted the latter's shoulder gently.
"Kneel down and don't get up."
"Well……!"
But how could Albert really just kneel there obediently? When he realized that his restraints were released, he immediately struggled to stand up.
The momentum was really a bit like a small mountain giant breaking through the ground and rising from the earth.
however--
boom!
A size 42 foot came down from the sky with tremendous force and landed on Albert's shoulder. It stomped down heavily, and the black student, who had just stood up, knelt down again. His meniscus collided with the hard floor tiles, making a sound as if it was about to break.
It was unbearable pain, but Albert couldn't scream at all because his chin was pressed against his well-developed pectoral muscles.
If Wu Yi only made him kneel on the ground last time, this time he even made his forehead touch the ground.
Using his feet instead of his hands, Wu Yi left two big footprints on Albert's back, who was forced to keep the kowtow posture, as if stepping on a good stepping stone, and issued a final warning.
"Kneel down properly. If you do it again, I will crush your head like a watermelon."
"..."
I don’t know whether he gave in, or because his brain was concussed and he lost consciousness when his forehead hit the floor, but this time Albert didn’t struggle to get up.
After taking care of one of them, Wu Yi immediately turned around and glanced at the other three.
What he wanted to express was - are you guys going to kneel down or not?
Perhaps the sunglasses blurred the expression of emotions, but Ryuuen understood this eye contact as - do you want to continue?
"cut……"
Ryuuen Sho turned his head slightly and spat. The original anger on his face was quickly restrained, replaced by an oppressive gloom.
"Forget it this time, but don't think this matter is over so easily. Be careful in school next time..."
The words stopped abruptly before they were finished. A strong hand covered the top of his head, and five fingers grabbed the top of his head tightly like a soldering iron, pressing down heavily -
Boom!
