There is a big problem with this cloud farming system

Chapter 371 Codename: White Tiger

Although Kitagawa Ayako didn't want to see this heartless man now, she still made him a cup of tea.

After walking so much in the morning, Kitazawa was already thirsty. He blew on his lips and took a sip, "Is Miss Ayako short of money? What kind of house is she selling?"

Kitagawa Ayako put down the teapot and said coldly: "Call me Miss Ayako, and she is Rin-chan..."

Although Miss Ayako made tea very gracefully, her jealous tone still made Kitazawa choke several times.

"Ahem, cough, cough..." Kitazawa's hand holding the tea was not steady, and the tea accidentally spilled a little, causing the skin on his hand to turn red. He quickly put the tea cup on the table.

"Ayako, no, my dear wife, listen to my explanation, she and I...were forced, yes, we were forced..."

"You may have never heard of Miss Mochizuki. She is the eldest daughter of the top Yakuza organization in Tokyo. She insists on using me as a shield, and there is nothing I can do about it?"

"If you don't agree to her shameless request, you may not be able to see me..." Kitazawa pretended to sob.

"Miss Ji Dao?" Kitagawa Ayako really didn't understand this. She would not be easily fooled by Kitazawa like a little girl.

"Since it's a shield, why did I visit your home? I also met with the parents..." Kitagawa Ayako said clearly, staring directly at Kitazawa with her deep eyes.

Kitazawa was inexplicably paralyzed by this look, but he was the kind of person who kept his expression calm even when he was upset. He could maintain a poker face no matter how much stimulation he faced.

"It's a long story. Miss Mochizuki has been subjected to all kinds of harassment in school. In order to appease the young men from the consortium who harassed her, she may have acted too hard..."

Kitazawa said half-truthfully. At first, Mochizuki Rin really wanted to use him as a shield, but who would have thought that the two of them would actually do it?

It was a pretend fight, and then the fight ended on the bed.

Kitagawa Ayako stared at Kitazawa suspiciously, seeing that his expression didn't look like he was faking it, and she couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

Kitazawa took advantage of the moment when Kitagawa Ayako was less wary of him and quickly assured him, "Ayako, don't worry, I will not let you sisters down. I came out to look at the house today for the sake of the future."

Kitagawa Ayako knelt down dignifiedly on the futon, elegantly picked up the teapot and filled Kitazawa with tea, and then explained seriously:

"This house is not mine, it is the president's house. She has been discussing business abroad in the past few months, so the house is temporarily left to me..."

Kitazawa recalled in his mind the president of Kitagawa Ayako, the fat woman with a shiny face, "Tanaka...it was Nakata. I remember that president was a very nice person, and he even opened a room for us..."

When mentioning this matter, Kitagawa Ayako's face turned red, and she hit Kitazawa with her hand, and said sheepishly: "Are there any outsiders?"

Kitazawa turned his head and glanced at Matsumoto, who was sitting aside in embarrassment. He coughed a few times and said, "Well... the seller and I will talk slowly here. I won't disturb your work. You can go back first."

Matsumoto looked embarrassed, hesitated, and then said shamelessly, "...agency fee."

Kitazawa walked over and patted Matsumoto on the shoulder, showing his trademark harmless smile, "We have already signed the contract, and you are indispensable."

Matsumoto was pushed out of the house by Kitazawa with a look of reluctance, and then the door was slammed shut from the inside.

Kitazawa clapped his hands and smiled as he looked at what Kitagawa Ayako was wearing now. She was dressed like a strong woman, wearing a small black suit on the upper body and a hip-covering skirt with black stockings on the lower body.

Kitagawa Ayako felt a little uncomfortable due to Kitazawa's aggressive gaze, and her kneeling thigh moved awkwardly, "Can you stop looking at me like that? I'm still working..."

"Is Miss Ayako's job to help the president sell the house?" Kitazawa took a step forward.

Kitagawa Ayako nodded. She was a dignified company manager, but now she had to sell a house for the president. It was indeed unsatisfactory to say it, but there was no need to hide it.

"What will happen if Miss Ayako can't finish her work?" Kitazawa took another step forward, getting closer and closer to Kitagawa Ayako.

Kitagawa Ayako placed her hands on her black silk thighs uneasily. Because of Kitazawa's sight, she even pulled the hem of her skirt with her hands to cover her curves as much as possible.

His voice was no longer as confident as before, "There should be no year-end bonus..."

"Then... Ms. Ayako, do you want to sell the house?" Kitazawa's feet happened to touch Kitagawa Ayako's long black stockings, and he lowered his head and asked with an innocent look.

Kitagawa Ayako pursed her red lips and nodded slightly, "I want to..."

Kitazawa made no secret of his motives. He slowly placed his hand on Kitagawa Ayako's face, crossed her beautiful face, and landed on her chin. His fingers gently lifted Kitagawa Ayako's beautiful and mature face.

Kitagawa Ayako knelt on the futon, looked up at Kitazawa's evil smile, and swallowed, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course I, the client, want to see your sincerity in selling the house. If you are not sincere enough, you will not swipe the card." Kitazawa patted Kitagawa Ayako's beautiful face with his hand unscrupulously.

Kitagawa Ayako glared at Kitazawa reluctantly, and scolded her angrily: "You still want to do those shameless things? I'm still working now, so I can't play with you."

Kitazawa stood up straight, stretched out, and yawned lazily, "It's okay. If Miss Ayako is not free, then I will go and play with Misora. She must be free. Then I will ask her to return to Miss Ayako." A phone call…”

"I will do it, can't I do it?" Kitagawa Ayako's chest was rising and falling, and she glared at Kitazawa with resentful eyes. She was obviously very angry at Kitazawa.

This guy actually threatened her with his sister, what a hopeless bastard.

Kitagawa Ayako looked at the bedroom next to her, "Then go to bed..."

"Ah? I've been too lazy recently. I suddenly don't want to move when I'm standing here..." Kitazawa showed a lazy posture and hit his back with his hand. "Just here...I stand, you squat."

"You are shameless!" Kitagawa Ayako cursed.

Kitazawa nodded, happily accepted Miss Ayako's compliment, and urged lazily: "If you don't hurry up, I'm going to call Misora."

Kitagawa Ayako sighed, and reluctantly reached out to untie Kitazawa's belt...

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By coincidence, the cell phone on the table rang at this time. Kitagawa Ayako was still busy. Kitazawa picked up the phone and looked at the notes on the phone before answering.

"Hey, Onnesan, what else are you buying for dinner?" Kitagawa Misora's voice came from the other side of the phone.

Kitazawa took a deep breath and said slowly: "It's me."

"Ah?" Kitagawa Misora ​​on the other side of the phone was surprised, "How come it was Mr. Xueba who answered the phone? Isn't Ornessan at work? Mr. Xueba, are you with Mr. Ornessan now? Let Mr. Ornessan answer the phone! "

Kitazawa answered the phone and looked down at Kitagawa Ayako, who was still busy. At this time, Miss Ayako had a resentful expression on her face, like a little wife complaining about her husband, oh no, she should be the eldest wife.

Kitazawa could only shrug his shoulders and express his innocence. He didn't know that Kitagawa Misora ​​would call at this time. He pondered for a few seconds and explained to Kitagawa Misora ​​on the other side of the phone:

"It's not convenient for Ms. Ayako to speak now. If you want to say anything, I can tell her and ask her to call you back later."

The very nervous Kitagawa Misora ​​didn't react yet. She looked down at her extended index finger and asked, "Are you going to buy green peppers for dinner today?"

He stretched out a second finger and said, "Also... we don't have enough toilet paper at home. Do you need to buy some from the supermarket?"

Kitagawa Misora ​​looked down at the extended third finger, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Is abalone high in protein or sea cucumber high in protein? I have been hesitant, which one to buy?" Kitazawa's body trembled slightly. After a while, he casually brushed off the little girl's question and said, "I can't buy both."

"That's right, I'll hang up first."

After Kitagawa Misora ​​hung up the phone, she felt something was strange. Suddenly she saw the health textbook on the table, and her eyes lit up.

She finally understood what was strange. If she bought both sea cucumbers and abalone, she would not have enough budget.

Kitagawa Misora ​​lay lazily on the desk and rubbed her head, looking very troubled, "I always feel like my brain is getting less and less clear. Do I need to add more protein? Forget it, I won't buy toilet paper and green peppers. The remaining money should be enough to buy seafood.”

While the little girl was mumbling to herself, an uninvited guest came to the classroom of Class 3, Grade 2, High School.

"Excuse me, is Kitagawa-senpai here?"

Kitagawa Misora's deskmate, Koizumi Aoko, patted Kitagawa Misora, who was still in a daze, and said, "Miso, there is a freshman girl calling you at the door."

"A freshman in high school?"

Kitagawa Misora ​​sat up straight and stretched. Why didn't she remember that she knew the girl who was a freshman in high school? Could it be Yoshiko and the others?

It was obvious that she had already separated herself from Yoshiko Sakurai. Ever since she met the top student, she had never played with those little girls.

Kitagawa Misora ​​stood up from her seat, walked to the door of the classroom and looked carefully at this school girl who was obviously a head shorter than herself, but very imposing.

She scratched her messy blond hair. She almost didn't get out of bed when she came to school this morning, and she didn't have time to fix it, so her hair looked a bit messy. She yawned and asked lazily:

"Are you looking for me?"

Heye Qingya frowned. Due to the influence of her classmate who was the chairman of the Discipline Committee, she hated unruly classmates and had no favorable impressions of people like Kitagawa Misora ​​who didn't tie her school uniform and tie properly, wore makeup and had messy hair.

But this time she came to ask someone for help, so she kept her posture very low and even used honorifics when speaking, "Senior Kitagawa, I heard that you were the president of the clothing club before?"

Kitagawa Misora ​​was stunned for several seconds before she recalled that she had indeed been the president for half a year when she was a freshman in high school. After all, she often cosplayed and sometimes couldn't afford to buy clothes, so she had to make them herself.

At that time, in order to make clothes more convenient, I became a president for fun.

However, as the number of fans on her account increased, the money she earned from her account alone was enough to buy clothes. After that, she never went to the clothing club. Over time, she became a ghost club member, and finally quit directly.

Kitagawa Misora ​​nodded truthfully, "If you want me to make clothes, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The cultural festival is coming soon, and your class's clothes haven't been finished yet?"

He and Ye Qingya quickly shook their heads, "No, we just want you to come over and give us some guidance. I'm a little embarrassed to say it. The girls in our class are relatively slow... none of them can do needlework well."

The more she talked to Ye Qingya, the more embarrassed her face became. They didn't even have a single talent in the first grade of high school.

Kitagawa Meku put her hand on her chin and thought seriously: "...Well...it's not that I don't want to help you? It's just that I really can't get away..."

This is indeed true. She can no longer take care of just the classmates in her own class. Sometimes she also has to take care of the costume design of Xue Bajun and his class.

By the way...why is the top student at Onessan's place? I seemed to have forgotten to ask just now.

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Ye Qingya and I went back disappointed, came to the teaching area for the first grade of high school, and listlessly opened the door to Class 1, the first grade of high school.

Because I walked with my head down and didn't look at the road, I bumped into a pair of soft, small dumplings.

He and Ye Qingya looked up and saw the class monitor with an expectant look on his face.

Qianba Chizuru asked excitedly: "How is it?"

He Ye Qingya shook his head helplessly, "No chance, I've looked for all the members of the clothing club, even the retired ones, but they don't have time."

Chizuru Asaba sighed, "That's right. The cultural festival is in two days. At this time, every class will work overtime to catch up."

"It's all my fault, the squad leader, for not thinking so much beforehand, which made our class fall into a passive state."

Asaba Chizuru blamed herself very much. If she had calculated the strengths of her classmates a month ago, she wouldn't be as passive as she is now.

It's strange to say that there are one or two students in other classes who can make clothes, but they are the only class in the first grade of high school, and they don't have any handy ones.

Chizuru Asaha looked at the skirt made on the desk with dim eyes, um... it should be a skirt, right? But I accidentally blocked the hole in it.

He and Ye Qingya scratched their hair and were also very distressed. As a cultural festival committee member in the school, she ended up being the worst in her class. How would she explain it to her classmates then.

Qianba Chizuru looked at a message that appeared on her phone, her eyes lit up, and she thought of something, "By the way, we may have another way..."

He Ye Qingya raised his head and looked at Qian Yu Qianzuru doubtfully, "What else can I do?"

"Rent." Qianba Chizuru only spit out one word.

"But we don't have that much funding..." He and Ye Qingya shook their heads, feeling that this idea was unrealistic.

If they could rent costumes, they would have done so.

"Things that can be solved with money are trivial. Compared with clothing, I am more worried about the team cohesion of the students."

For Chizuru Asaba, a princess who watches over her elder family, it may be difficult to come up with a large amount of pocket money at once.

But for the eldest lady of the Hoshino Group, what is pocket money? It's just a string of numbers.

"By the way, is the treasure ready?" Qianba Qianhe suddenly asked.

The cultural festival project chosen by the first-year high school class is absolutely unprecedented, because the project produced by their class is an adventure.

It's not just role-playing, it also involves puzzles and traps, and of course, the final treasure has to be attractive.

He Ye Qingya, who was still under the impression of the squad leader's wealth and wealth, suddenly came to his senses, "Oh, this is ready. The treasure gimmick is quite good. It was provided by the news agency..."

"What's the gimmick?" Qianba Chizuru was a little curious.

"It seems... the secret of the student union president and vice-president... I don't know the details. The people in the news agency are very good at pulling off stunts... It seems they even gave the treasure a codename... White Tiger."

"White Tiger?" Asaha Chizuru's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)