"You go back first, there's still something to deal with here."

After the match, Yamazaki arranged for Shota to leave first, but Shota didn't care because there were two other contestants who needed to deal with it.

In order to avoid media interviews, he chose to leave through the back door, but when he came to the alley, an old man was already waiting there, not so much an old man, Shota felt that it was more appropriate to use the word white-haired trash can, after all, it was not a good person in the general sense to appear here at this time.

With his head down, Shota silently walked towards the guy, although he didn't look at him, but the corners of his eyes kept staring at him, and the old man didn't seem to care about the sudden appearance of Shota, still focused on tasting the cigar in his hand, accompanied by a circle of rising smoke, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

"Shota Sasaki, is it?"

Finally can't help it.

When the two reached the closest, the old man finally shifted his gaze from the cigar to Shota, but these were all expected by Shota.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

"Interested in competing?"

In line with the principle of being courteous and courteous for nothing, and being either a traitor or a thief, Shota directly classified this old guy as a group that is not a good person.

"I'm not interested yet."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but the old man didn't seem to intend to let him go like that.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, young man. It doesn't matter if you and I can't get along, after all, I'm just an old man who hasn't lived for a few years, but no matter how much we can't get along with money, you don't have to say yes. ”

As he spoke, the old man took the cigar off his mouth to reveal a mouthful of gold teeth, to be honest, in addition to making Shota feel a little disgusting, the most intuitive feeling in his head was the word vulgar.

"What do you want to say?"

Although he didn't really want to deal with this old guy, Shota felt that he didn't say anything wrong, and besides, he really didn't need to get along with money.

"My name is Dennis, and I'm looking for some potential players to play some more lucrative tournaments, if you have any needs in this area, call me and I'll be happy to help you at any time."

Seeing that his short fingers were wearing gold rings that were almost as wide as his fingers, Shota almost broke his fingers in disgust, but fortunately these were just thoughts.

"Bloodbritar Fight Club Manager?"

Looking at the title printed on the business card, Shota glanced at him from the corner of his gaze.

"It's despicable."

"Okay, I got it. I'll call you if I need to do that in the future. ”

Putting away the business card, Shota walked directly past him, but when he was about to leave the alleyway, Shota turned to look at the white-haired trash can that was still in the dark alleyway.

"I hope you'll change that tone when I see you again. Honestly, compared to all the bells and whistles, I think your gold teeth are convincing enough. ”

After saying that, he disappeared directly into the vast night.

The game and the world were two different dimensions, and no one would have noticed what he had experienced half an hour earlier, and half an hour later he appeared in the crowd like no one.

Just like every young person who has just finished work or has just finished working part-time, there is nothing out of the ordinary. Shota who was among the crowd enjoyed it all.

He likes to compare himself to a drop of rain that falls from the sky, and where it melts, he is shaped into what he becomes, and it doesn't matter what it ends up in. What matters is the process of change, the experience of changing from one look to another, which he enjoys deeply.

When he returned to his accommodation, it was still a deserted atmosphere, but fortunately he was used to it, and after throwing his things aside, he turned off the light and lay on the floor.

Because the prize money of the competition can only be calculated after Shota's competition is completely over, so he can only maintain this state of life so far, but fortunately he is used to it.

"The first game went far better than I expected, and it was because it wasn't at the same level."

Looking at his own hands, Shota couldn't help but start to reflect on today's game.

Originally, he thought that the plot of the story could be more turbulent, or the direction of the characters more tortuous and bizarre, but in the end, everything was so simple and as logical as eating and drinking.

At the moment of kicking the whip leg, Shota was hesitant to look better, but in fact he didn't do that.

Rather than worrying about how the audience below would look at the movie, Shota was more concerned about his feelings, and the moment he knocked out his opponent, he knew he had made the right choice.

It doesn't matter if you're cool or not, I'm already cool anyway, and that's the only feeling he feels when he's standing in the ring tonight.

Spread his hand and clenched it again.,After a few repetitions, Shota got up from the ground with a carp.,Look around, seem to think of something, hesitate for a while.,Finally, go straight to the bathroom.。

"Hopefully my next opponent won't fall so quickly."

……

When he appeared in Sakurai Road the next day, almost everyone in his circle greeted him at the school gate, and when he saw Shota appear, Ojiri pounced directly.

"Grown, you...... Are you okay? ”

Your tone seems to tell me it's okay, but what are you looking for in me? Are you worried that I'm okay, or are you worried that I'm okay?

Shota could almost ignore Ojiri now, so he didn't pay attention to his words and turned his gaze directly to the group of people behind.

"How's it going, how are things going over there?"

Nakajo, Miyazaki and Shota walked into the school gate side by side, which became a unique scenery in Sakurai Road for people to stop and watch, but the three people who were the parties were not conscious at all.

"I've already asked someone to inform Heiyu, but there is no news yet, it seems that they really don't want to sit down and talk about this matter."

Shota looked at Nakajo in surprise, things have come to this point, even Shigego is hospitalized, you still want to talk?

What to talk about? Talk about where to buy a cemetery? With this question in mind, he turned his head to look at Ojiri, who was following behind.

"What do you want to talk to those guys?"

"What are you talking about?"

This sudden question confused Ojiri too.,But fortunately, Nakajo on the side reacted to Shota's meaning.。

"Since they have already started a war against us and sent Shigego to the hospital, then this matter can't be good, and the reason why we talked to him is just to discuss the location of the war.

Because even if we are high school students, it will not be easy for us to deal with the police as we did last time. ”

"That's just as well."

Shota, who understood the so-called conversation, also figured out the ins and outs of it, so he simply took care of all this matter to a few of them.

"I'll leave this mess to you, and let me know if you need me to show up at the end."

"Yes! President! ”

Everyone watched Shota go upstairs from the entrance, and among the onlookers nearby there was a pair of complicated eyes watching all this.

Shota-kun, you've really become as dazzling as a star.