"TM, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson." Okamoto Ying snatched the backpack in Matsushita's hand and threw it back, turning out of the alley in three or two steps.

Ryosuke Matsushita suddenly regained a disgusted face, and spat to the side with a "phew", "Damn the little rabbit cub......"

"By the way, don't forget to give me the 100,000 you owe me tomorrow."

Matsushita Ryosuke's face stiffened, and Okamoto Ying, who had gone and returned, pulled the corner of his mouth and said fiercely: "If you dare to tell my father, believe it or not, I will lead someone to abolish your third leg." ”

Ryosuke Matsushita has seen Hidehide Okamoto's brothers, one of them is the most thorny student of Oegao, all of them are tall and big, and no one will think that they are still high school students when they go out.

"How can I have so much money......" Matsushita Ryosuke was really a little panicked at this time.

"Then pay in installments, give me 10,000 yuan on the 1st of each month, plus interest...... Forget it, just make it up and give it to me in twelve months. ”

Mathematics other than addition and subtraction is redundant to the people of Oe.

Matsushita Ryosuke roared in his heart that this interest is blacker than that of a loan shark, especially since the factory has a fixed payday every month, this kid must have known this from his father before he deliberately stuck him with money when he paid his salary.

Hidei Okamoto enjoyed the look on Ryosuke Matsushita's face, and the joy lasted until he went to school the next day.

It is said that when it comes to school, most people still talk and chat in their own way after the class bell rings, or go to sleep.

The teacher in class guarded the only two students who were listening carefully near the podium like a hen, and the three people gathered together seemed to be ostracized by the class.

Behind the upside-down seats, Hidehide Okamoto, who was also isolated by the small group.

He frowned as he watched the four or five people who had been having a good time talking about SA together, and sometimes the conversation was uplifting, and he could also hear from a few words that Kusuke seemed to have been promoted to the rank of guild secretary by Minister Fukuzawa.

After the lunch break, the group disappeared.

Sitting on the windowsill on the second floor of the classroom, Hidehide Okamoto ate bread and looked to the northeast corner, and sure enough, he saw them appear.

Last month, the factory jointly donated a donation to the school to improve the school environment for the children of workers, and the basketball hoops on the playground were gradually replaced with new ones, and the old ones were piled up under the wall nearby.

The basketball hoop of about three meters just popped out of the wall, and a group of boys with an average of 1.75 meters used their hands and feet together, and quickly climbed up the pole and jumped out of the wall.

Kumasuke Oki, who had been waiting outside at the beginning, kept looking up this way.

Okamoto guessed that he must have seen himself, because he had taught them this method.

After school at 5 p.m., Hidehide Okamoto went to the game hall as usual.

The factory doesn't get off until six or seven o'clock, and this time is the time for him to play games and settle dinner.

In virtual game rooms equipped with Lifeline VR, which usually take a long time to become available, Hidehide Okamoto sat down in front of the computer closest to the cubicle with an instant noodle cup and browsed the forum posts as he ate.

Valuable information needs to be paid for forum coin downloads, and publishers such as equipment buying and selling, team cooperation, etc., are more likely to leave IDs and others to go online for face-to-face transactions.

Excluding these things, a guild recruitment post with hundreds of thousands of replies attracted Hidehide Okamoto's attention.

"Kryptonite Guild?"

Compared to this unfamiliar name, the publisher Nobu Hasei is one of several ministers of SA.

It's time to call him a former minister.

After Nobu Hase's transfer to the Kryptonite Guild, he directly became the head of the new guild in country R, responsible for recruiting and contacting guild members.

There are players loyal to SA who "spontaneously" leave messages below to boycott Nobu Hase, and the IDs of Kusuke Oki and several others have been appearing frequently from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m.

Hidei Okamoto, who noticed this, let out two muffled chuckles from his throat, and a small bar of instant noodles squirted out of the corner of his mouth and fell onto the keyboard, which he quickly picked up and ate again.

Because [Lex. Luther], who had not thought of applying for membership, was now interested.

Returning to the homepage, Hidehide Okamoto took a detailed look at the benefits of Kryptonite.

Players who apply for membership can receive a level 5 magic core for free from the guild for the first time, and then each month according to the player's level, the guild will distribute sponsorships in different amounts.

The virtual currency of "Lifeline VR" on the market is now worth about 16 yuan (the currency of country R) per gold coin, that is to say, as long as he joins kryptonite, he can get 3,000 yuan for nothing, and it is 300 million yuan for 100,000 people to apply.

In addition, players who choose the demon camp will increase their demon level about 3% faster than the average player under the effect of the [Lex] god-level domain.

The lower the level, the more obvious the effect of leveling up, and there are players who have just been resurrected who claim to have skipped the Minor Devil stage and directly returned to the level of a Level 10 Demon.

After watching the video recorded by that person, Hidehide Okamoto's heart was hot, and he downloaded the membership application form directly from the forum.

The six people who stayed in the virtual game room today were all like they were constipated, and there was no sign of coming out at all. Hidehide Okamoto quickly opened the application form, and it was all in English.

In the second day of English class, Sakura Wada looked at the boy sitting in the center of the first row of the classroom with a surprised expression.

Although this was not his seat, since the other party showed an attitude of listening carefully, she did not want to meddle.

Almost the whole class was watching Hidehide Okamoto's joke, and Kumasuke Oki laughed very loudly.

After class, Hidehide Okamoto followed Sakura Wada back to the office with an English textbook with an application form in between.

When he came out, he actually heard a bet inside at the door of the classroom that he and Wada Sakura, who was over thirty years old but well-maintained, had a leg.

Hidehide Okamoto immediately rushed in and beat the rumor-mongers violently.

In his opinion, although the woman in Wada Sakura is not very good, at least they promised him that they would help keep the secret.

Violence is the best catalyst for rumors, and with Oe's ability to make rumors, this misunderstanding may not be resolved until the end of Hidehide Okamoto's high school career.

However, this time was much shorter than he thought.

At 6 o'clock in the morning on March 1, Matsushita Ryosuke came to the factory floor with a heavy heart.

The assembly line in the non-working state has an indescribable coldness, and the gears erected on the steel plate are staggered, which is intimidating.

Matsushita absentmindedly finished the safety check and wrote down the records, and the first workers to arrive were already wearing helmets and cotton gloves. The women had an extra step to coil their hair.

At 7 o'clock, the machine of Xingwa Co., Ltd. started on time.

Hidehide Okamoto's father stood in front of the familiar No. 14 workbench grinding materials.

Cut a corner in two minutes, and leave the rest to the next person. Stand still and wait for about 1 minute, and new materials will rotate upstream.

Everyone here is used to this rhythm. A skilled master can tell a meat joke in 1 minute to amuse the audience, and Hidehide Okamoto's father is one of them.

As a result, the whole workshop became lively, and no one noticed that the screws on the inside of tables 14 and 27 were trembling gently with the rotation of the gears.

At 7 p.m., the factory of Kowa Co., Ltd. was still brightly lit.

In order to catch up with orders, overtime has become the norm here.

Although the workshop will not pay overtime pay in full, it may be even more difficult to get workers to leave work on time.

"The last piece!" The workers at the top of the assembly line shouted.

Hidehide's father cheered, and suddenly a scream was heard in the distance, it was a worker at station 27.

Before the workshop director could disconnect the switch, the gears on the No. 14 workbench derailed at the same time, and the gears of 10,000 revolutions per minute passed through Okamoto's chest like cutting tofu, killing him instantly.

When Hidehide Okamoto received the news, his whole person was blind.

The person in charge of the factory glanced over his shoulder at the one-bedroom apartment the size of fifteen tatami mats in the Okamoto family, took out a thick stack of pensions from his arms, and said, "The society will sponsor you to finish Oe High School, and if you want to go to university......

Hideya Okamoto snatched the envelope from the person in charge and counted it in front of him.

The other party didn't expect Hidehide Okamoto to react like this.

"It's 500,000 in total." He said, "Your dad is in the hospital right now. ”

There is only one hospital in Oe Ward, and the person in charge does not have to say the name of the hospital to Hideya Okamoto knows where his father is now.

The envelope did contain 500,000, no more than no less.

500,000 is likely to be just the money for a meal for Keiko Oshima and Lex, but the price for him is his father's life.