Chapter 703: The Battle

A tantalizing sound of a car engine was what reached Masayoshi Kishimoto’s ears. He followed the direction of the sound and looked to his right, and about three meters away, a Lamborghini slowly came to a stop alongside his Ferrari.

Before the Lamborghini came to a complete stop, it also intentionally brought a provocative meaning, so that the roar of the engine was a continuous clamor.

Of course, it could also be seen as a greeting. Masayoshi Kishimoto was a mature man at heart, without the youthful arrogance of the past.

If he were a young man, he would have turned on the engine of his car to make the same ear-splitting roar that attracted attention to make a retaliation.

After the Lamborghini completely stopped, sitting in the driver’s seat above the person did not get out of the car, after all, do not want to bear the torment of the outdoor heat.

At this time, those boys who stood outside the school building with gifts in their hands, their eyes all looked towards the Lamborghini and the Ferrari with a tacit agreement, looking forward to a summit showdown between them.

Apart from that, in their hearts, they did not want any of the two cars to be their rivals. In fact, they knew it was fantasy.

There was a silent eye contact between each other, from the beginning full of gunpowder flavor of the competitive relationship in this instant is turned into a temporary cooperative relationship, just like the landlord in the poker game.

Classes are over. The students inside the teaching building are walking out in groups of three or two. No matter male or female, seeing supercars like Lamborghini and Ferrari will always be unable to resist looking at them for a few more moments.

The boys’ fantasy is to be able to sit on the driver’s seat and drive such cold-blooded steel monsters, so as to feel the speed and passion.

A girl’s fantasy was to be able to sit in the passenger seat, while the man driving beside her was a rich and handsome man.

Sakai Misuzu holding a book in both hands, a pure and lovely dress appearance is moving the foot not fast and not slow steps in walking. As soon as she appeared, she was immediately surrounded by a group of boys who had been waiting for a long time.

They handed her the gifts they had prepared, and at the same time, they blurted out the words “Happy Birthday” in unison.

Sakai Misuzu did not reach out to accept the gifts from any of them. Although she was a gold-digger, she was definitely not a green tea whore. Her attitude towards relationships between men and women was that if you don’t like it, you don’t like it.

Sakai Meiling never went on the one hand just to take advantage of other people’s feelings for their own to obtain money, material and other aspects of the benefits, on the other hand is from the beginning in the heart did not intend to fall in love with each other, but just to enjoy that kind of being pleasing and holding the feeling.

Throughout the ages, many of the root cause of the peach color blood, love into hate is just the appearance, and the essence is that the man constantly unilateral has been a long time to pay energy, feelings, money …… put their own can give her everything, all give.

As a result, but in exchange for nothing, how not to let people rage and lose their minds? After all, this kind of major investment loss is going to be regarded as their own personal gambling on everything behavior.

“Suddenly wake up” to him, not without feeling that he is from beginning to end is completely in as a monkey play. The desire for destruction grows quickly in the human heart.

Rape is a minor offense, and murder is a major one. As for the man who will continue to be obsessed with a woman and continue to provide for her, that’s called a dog licker.

Spare tire is also well understood. You took the initiative to invite your goddess to a meal. Then, there is no then, at most, is a loser.

You took the initiative to invite your goddess to a meal, and then she invited you back out of courtesy, but did not promise to get along with you. That’s being a spare tire.

What is a real loser? Generally refers to those who have no money, no background, no future, daily labor, income is meager, in front of the rich and handsome only kneeling life, drumming up the courage to talk to the goddess, only to be able to exchange a “huh”.

Also manifested in the humble origin of young men, often crowned as “short poor and frustrated”, the extraordinary performance is “poor and ugly, short and frustrated, fat and stupid jerk”.

When the door of the Lamborghini opened, the person who came down was no other than Suzuki Shinsuke, one of the popular figures in Keio University.

He was also holding a gift in his hand, but it wasn’t some cheap stuff like roses and teddy bears, it was a luxury item that could be recognized just from the outer packaging. It was the latest limited edition LV bag.

“Sakai, happy birthday.” Suzuki Shinsuke stood beside his own Lamborghini and loudly rushed in Sakai Mirei’s direction.

The crowd of stragglers who were pursuing Sakai Mirei saw such a realistic and cruel situation, causing all that energy to be completely removed from them.

There was simply no chance of winning. Even if any of them were not losers in the true sense of the word, it would be difficult for them to compete with the rich and handsome.

They didn’t continue to follow Sakai Misuzu’s footsteps, and had to stop to stand still, only to watch her.

Sakai Meiling neither changed her course of travel, nor did she make a single response. She was still running towards the Ferrari that Masayoshi Kishimoto was in.

Sakai Misuzu stopped at the passenger door of the Ferrari, turned around and opened the door without hesitation, directly sitting in it, and then closed the door again.

Suzuki Shinsuke is not a group of fish, naturally, he felt that his personal face was dishonored, so he took three steps and rushed to the Ferrari’s driver’s position and went over to get back his face.

“You get out of the car.” Suzuki Shinsuke is the person has not yet come to, the voice has already first step to the road.

Kishimoto Masayoshi did not get out of the car slowly on this anger, just calmly lowered the glass of the driver’s window, coldly looked sideways at the other party, but did not say anything.

Suzuki Shinsuke instantly wimped out when he saw that the visitor was Kishimoto Masayoshi. He had been in contact with the other party, so naturally he knew him, after all, his own cousin was Takahashi Kazuya.

When he was a child, he belonged to the type that ran behind the ass of the older kids, and had seen his cousin and the others fight with his own eyes. Naturally, Masayoshi Kishimoto was not absent from this.

After he grew up, he realized that a man can be respected by others, and he has to rely on his personal ability to fight for the society.

Today’s Kishimoto justice, but by the Japanese financial sector known as the hard gold plutocrat man, than their own grandfather who founded the Suzuki automobile is much more bullish.

Suzuki Shinsuke hurriedly stopped his footsteps, hands naturally hanging down, both feet together, without any half a star of hesitation towards Kishimoto Masayoshi was ninety degrees bowing to apologize: “I am really sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”