My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Tuesday, April 13, 7:45 in the morning.

　　 The weather is very good, the spring is beautiful, and there is no cloud.

　　The wind is also very noisy.

　　 This is destined to be a day when something big will happen.

　　 So, I want to make a big news!

　　 Standing in front of the monitoring room, Fujiwara Xingkong clicked on the system interface, and in the complex skill tree, clicked on the weird column.

　　【Use your finger to directly read and write disk data】

　　 [Passive skills, no growth characteristics, just learn once. You can turn your index finger into a U disk, read and write all data directly through the port, and exchange the required points: 10]

　　 There are 57 remaining points.

　　 buy it!

　　 After getting ready, he knocked on the door of the surveillance room.

　　 There was an uncle sitting in the house. When Fujiwara Star entered the room, he just woke up from the short sleep time.

"Hello there."

　　 "Hello, are you?" The uncle rubbed his eyes.

　　 "A surveillance probe at the school gate is broken." Fujiwara Stars pointed to a blank area on the screen, "The security captain asked me to tell you to see what's going on."

　　 "Oh oh oh..." The uncle had just woke up and was confused. Hearing what he said, he ran out in a hurry.

　　 just ran to the door, he turned around and looked back: "This classmate, thank you, don't tell me about my sleep."

　　 "Don't worry." Fujiwara Star smiled slightly.

　　 Fingers hit the data interface of the monitoring server.

　　 His eyes went black for a short time. This was a time as short as milliseconds. Then, a large number of image signals flashed in front of him, and the world began to rotate, faster and bigger.

　　 A steady stream of images flowed from the green curtain on the edge of the world, like a randomly patched film, shaking people dizzy. Those symbols, graphics, and codes are vaguely pieced together into a world composed of data under the seemingly chaotic but implied calculation logic arrangement.

　　 When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing on a high platform made up of green lines.

　　 The sky is a green line, the earth is a green line, and a mountain is a green line. As far as I can see, everything is green data.

　　 good fellow...

　　 is the same as cyberpunk.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky murmured, pulling back the time of this ocean of data for more than ten hours.

　　 Monday, April 12, 3:50-5:30 pm, private Beichuan High School, playground.

　　 "Wait a moment."

"where is your house?"

"take me."

　　 "Senior Xia Xi, please be reserved!"

　　 Scenes of images appeared before my eyes.

　　 He selectively extracted a few fragments, and as soon as he took his fingers, his consciousness instantly returned to reality.

　　 Then, I put my index finger on the data port of the mobile phone, and soon, a small clipped video appeared in the mobile phone.

　　 And, very fortunately, the private Kitagawa High School is the best private high school in Tokyo. The surveillance probes in the school are equipped with radio microphones.

　　 Although I didn’t hear clearly, because the two were close at the time, the general meaning of the conversation could still be heard.

　　Perfect

　　Project:.

　　 The first stage, the first battle plan, is completed.

　　 Next step, news agency.

　　 Fujiwara Xingkong turned around and walked out, and the uncle just walked back, chattering as he walked.

　　 "It's really bad, and I don't know who is so nasty. I smashed the monitor with a stone."

　　 "Maybe a handsome guy smashed it." Fujiwara Xingkong laughed and went straight to the club building.

　　 Tuesday, April 13, 7:50 in the morning.

　　 Private Beichuan High School, club building.

　　 It's still early, and there are not many people in the building.

　　 Except for the press department.

　　 Because they are stepping up production of today’s morning news.

　　 Now all news events have been confirmed, and the typesetting is in progress.

　　 Ten minutes later, this "Beichuan School Newspaper" produced by the Ministry of Information will appear on the bulletin board at the gate of the teaching building on time, so that every student can quickly and accurately understand all kinds of interesting events that happened on the campus in the past day.

　　 "Hello, who can I look for if the news broke?"

　　 The head of the news agency Sato Asuka raised his head from the computer, looking displeased at the boy with a mask and cap at the door.

　　 "We are very busy now, please come back in ten minutes."

　　 "But the news that I want to break the news is very serious."

　　 "Even if the principal comes out and the vice principal is fine, please wait ten minutes."

　　 "But what I want to break is that Xia Xilin's confession failed and was rejected."

　　As soon as this statement came out, the whole news department quieted down instantly.

　　 Everyone looked at the boy wearing a mask and cap, his eyes were full of distrust and anger.

　　 There is even a flame in the eyes of the male compatriots, and there is a big urge to fight.

　　 Fujiwara Stars can understand this reaction.

　　 Xia Xilin, a perfect high school student with excellent grades, dignified appearance, and good conduct.

　　The appearance is almost impeccable, the grades are quite abnormal, and the family background is very superior, the speech and manners in front of people are very elegant, and the popularity is so good.

　　I even heard that she has a huge support group. The members of this support group are not only the laughing students, but even many big figures in the political and business circles will shout for it and be crazy about it.

　　 How can a person like this be rejected if he fails to confess?

　　 Asuka Sato prefers to believe that the principal will come out at the same time and two vice principals at the same time, not wanting to believe that Xia Xilin's confession will be rejected.

　　 But this man wearing a mask raised his mobile phone.

　　 "I have a video."

　　 "I don't believe it." Sato Asuka roared, he would never believe that the goddess who was high in his heart would fall into such a situation.

　　 "I'll just show it to you."

　　 Everyone turned their eyes to the small screen of the mobile phone.

　　 Under a breathless gaze, Fujiwara Star opens the video on the phone.

　　 The conversation with rustling noise is very harsh in the quiet classroom.

"where is your house?"

　　 "Nishi-Shinjuku."

"take me."

　　 "Senior Xia Xi, please be reserved!"

　　 "Senior Xia Xi is not my type, I can't take you home."

　　 Click...

　　 Someone has a dislocated jaw.

　　嘭...

　　 Someone fell off the stool.

　　 Sato Asuka suddenly felt so world-weary.

　　 What news agency, what study, what college entrance examination, what goddess Xia Xi.

　　 boring.

　　 Life has no meaning at all.

　　 This world will not be good anymore, it sucks, it's hopeless...

　　 "What?" Fujiwara Hoshizori walked over and sat down in front of the computer.

　　 "You don't plan to send this news out?"

　　 Asuka Sato said without love: "Forget it, my goddess has been abandoned like this. What's the point of posting news."

　　 "How does this work?" Fujiwara Hoshizora put his hands on the keyboard, and quickly entered the news words and news subheadings that could fill the entire page into the computer.

　　 "This kind of hateful boy, don't you think you should teach him a lesson?"

　　As soon as he said this, Asuka Sato seemed to come back to life again.

　　 Yes, this kind of man is worthy of living in the world?

　　 "Do you know who he is?"

"Of course I know."

　　 "But..." Sato Asuka hesitated on his face, "News reports need to respect personal privacy...Neither of them agreed. How can UU read www.uukanshu.com just broadcast it casually."

　　 "I didn't let you write Xia Xilin's name either." Fujiwara Xingkong quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, without looking back at him at all.

　　 "You type the photo of Xia Xi's predecessor, keep only the surname in the name, and then add a trace of background to her. This will not leave a handle, and the audience can easily guess the identity of the protagonist."

　　 Asuka Sato still hesitated, "Xia Xi can easily guess it, but who is that man?"

　　 "When did I say that I would hide this boy's information?" Fujiwara Hoshizora uploaded several screenshots of the video from his mobile phone to the computer and inserted them into the news page.

　　Ctrl+P

　　 Get it done.

　　 He left the keyboard with both hands, hugged his head and twisted his waist. Then a faint voice came: "This kind of poor boy, do you need to care about his privacy?"

　　'S movements are very lazy and casual, and the sound is like a demon who is pulling Liangjia into the abyss.

　　 Asuka Sato fell silent.

　　 Two villains appeared in his brain engaged in a fierce quarrel.

　　 Angel: It is against morals to do so.

　　 Devil: Kill the man.

　　 Angel: Xia Xilin's affairs are private.

　　 Devil: Kill the man.

　　 Angel: Even the poor should be respected.

　　 Devil: Kill the man.

　　Angel: Can you stop the old man?

　　 Devil: Okay, Xia Xilin is not yours, even the man is not yours, even if Tokyo sinks, it is not yours, even if the earth explodes, it is not yours, even...

　　 Angel: Let's discuss **** that man.