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The resulting enrichment effect was enough to elevate Uesugi to a position even higher than his father's.
He originally thought that as long as he befriended Uesugi, that would be enough.
but. . .
How could he be involved with that useless chef?!
From the moment Aoba gave up his admission to the University of Tokyo, they were already from two different worlds!
How could they possibly still be talking to each other?!
fake!
It was all Uesugi in disguise!
That's right!
To cultivate a relatable persona!
That guy...
"Uesugi-kun!"
With a forced smile, Wisteria walked to Uesugi Fuutarou's side and asked in confusion:
"You know Aoba?"
At this moment, I felt almost utterly humble.
However, it seemed that no one cared about what he said.
"What a waste! With such a good memory, why does he have to become a chef?"
"Uesugi Fuutarou said helplessly."
"Being a chef is my dream, it's much happier than studying, Futaro."
"I don't understand what you're thinking, but... don't you really regret giving me your spot back then?"
"I already told you it's yours, why are you still remembering it?" Qingye sighed softly.
"If you hadn't given up your spot, how could I have been chosen to fill it..."
"If you really can't make it, next time you come to my shop, remember to order something more expensive, you jerk!"
So much time has passed, Qingye doesn't want to dwell on these old, trivial matters.
Running his izakaya properly is the most important thing, of course...
I will try my best not to disappoint the girls.
But considering that there were at least three of them in Toyosaki alone, he felt that he had gone a bit too far.
But giving up is absolutely out of the question!
He's definitely going to be a scumbag!
"Well... I'll talk about it when I have the money."
Futaro remained as frugal as ever.
"I knew it..."
Aoba sighed and checked the time.
"There are still about twenty minutes left, let's go in first."
"Well, you'd better familiarize yourself with the draft again. I've changed some wording in that draft..."
Futaro turned to Aoba and started talking, but as soon as he looked up, he was startled by an extremely gloomy face.
"Wisteria? Why haven't you left yet?"
His words were like nails driven into Zifang's heart.
Even Kaori Miyazono, who had been trying to keep a low profile, couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahaha..."
"Uesugi-senpai, he was right next to you the whole time!"
Eh? !
Is that so?
Futaro looked at Wisteria in disbelief. Did he have some special ability?
Having spent a lot of time with Saitama, Futaro is now very interested in people with superpowers.
"Sorry, Wisteria, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Futaro shook his head, just as he was about to walk around the wisteria.
But then they heard Wisteria whisper in a very venomous voice:
"Uesugi, you'll regret this!"
The sound was extremely low and faint.
He didn't even hear Futaro walk right past him.
But Qingye, who was walking in front, heard everything clearly.
"And Aoba..."
"You won't be arrogant for long!"
"Twenty minutes, almost three thousand words of manuscript..."
Even with her excellent grades, Zifang still didn't believe that Qingye could memorize everything at a glance.
He was like a clown crawling out of hell, cursing the two people in front of him to his heart's content.
But then a voice suddenly came from ahead, and as if possessed, he raised his head.
"Isn't it good to be alive?"
Chapter 162 Xiaojing, you didn't enjoy it, did you?
Upon hearing this, Zi Teng narrowed his eyes slightly, the bloodshot veins in his eyes making it difficult for him to see the road ahead.
I could only make out the back of the figure in front of me as it turned its head slightly, and those eyes seemed to see right through my thoughts.
It sent a chill down his spine instantly!
Yes, isn't it good to be alive?
If you die, you lose everything.
It's like water disappearing into water.
He would lose everything if he died, and he didn't want to lose it; there were still so many things he hadn't experienced.
So, he didn't want to die!
"I hope you can cherish the time you have while you're alive."
The words fell.
Wisteria felt a chill that penetrated to her very bones once again, and even the sensation of the cold wind seeping into her trouser legs became more pronounced.
This caused his body to tremble violently in an instant, and he collapsed onto the red carpet.
Beneath them, a chill permeated the red carpet, changing its color.
"What is the taste?"
"Huh~ It looks like someone pooped?"
"This smell seems to be coming from the doorway..."
Unaware students passing by the backstage area covered their noses and looked in the direction of the stench.
Apart from the dark water stains on the red carpet, there was nothing else.
"Was there someone here just now?"
"Did you see it wrong?"
"Oh dear, let's hurry! The principal and the others have arrived, and there are many important people downstairs!"
"Yes! I just saw Representative Wisteria. I heard that Representative Busujima will also be coming this time."
"Is this for real? Representative Busujima is here too?!"
"I made the seating cards; they even have Representative Tokushima's name on them. Do you really believe it?"
"Awesome! Do you think Congressman Tokushima will bring those heroes from the prosecutor's office with him this time?"
"Probably, I wish I could see Lady Fubuki!"
"Dreaming!"
"It's best to bring Lord Genos along!"
"Stop arguing, Sweet Mask is clearly the best!!!"
"Get out of here!"
……
Auditorium "037", backstage.
It was a completely different scene from what had just appeared.
The atmosphere backstage was tense and anxious, with everyone displaying varying degrees of excitement, which made the backstage environment even more restless.
Less than twenty minutes before the opening ceremony.
Under such high pressure, people's brains are very tense, and everyone is fully engaged in their own tasks.
But even so.
Everyone was stunned when they saw Qingye.
A man depends on his clothes, and a horse depends on his saddle.