Chapter 10 Lucky Mutual Aid Club (2)
“What are you talking about?” Inuyama Heita said.
Matsui smiled, leaned into his ear and whispered: "I mean... we are the saviors of these people. If it weren't for us, these people would only live in a depressed life. Even until death, you cannot escape the shackles, let alone live for yourself. If you feel sorry for them and want to persuade them to break free from the "evil organization" of the mutual aid association, you should also ask them about their wishes, right? They themselves are not willing to quit here. And this is fair, isn't it? They have gained their own meaning here, and we have gained a fair deal." Heita frowned.
"I said these words to you because I admire your ability, Mr. Pingtai." Matsui took a step back and said with a smile: "Valuable people should not be buried among those mediocre mortals. Obviously You have such talent, but you can only work in a restaurant and live a life of poverty and hardship. This is really inappropriate. But this is the way this society is. Talented people will be suppressed by incompetent people and suppressed by superiors. The subordinates, the seniors suppress the juniors, even in the student days, it is inevitable for the senior students to bully the junior students, just because they are older... But it is different here. Talented people can finally show their true talents here. If you are capable, just like you, Pingtai-kun, your talent can help you get rid of this mediocre life and become more dazzling! The Lucky Mutual Aid Association is such a fair platform, where the mediocre can find peace and the strong can. To realize self-worth, everyone can find their place here..."
"That's great!" Just when Matsui was about to continue speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted.
A pair of cream-stained hands held Matsui's hand tightly. Qian Xiaoyi said excitedly: "What this teacher said is great! This society is full of criticism of talented people like us. Oppression, every time I think about myself in this situation, I always tremble with anger, my whole body is sweating and my hands and feet are cold on hot days. Can this society get better? How can we at the bottom live so that they can be satisfied? "< br>
Feeling the creamy feel on his hand, Matsui's always smiling expression suddenly became stiff. He wanted to take his hand away from Qian Xiaoyi, but Qian Xiaoyi seemed not to notice at all and still held on tightly. She kept holding his hand, muttering resentful words such as "cold and shaking", and constantly praising the Lucky Mutual Aid Club.
Matsui asked with a stiff smile: "Excuse me, are you..." He didn't remember that there was such a person in the mutual aid association, otherwise he would be fooled by a few words... a high-quality member, He will definitely be impressed.
A translucent baby's grimace suddenly appeared in front of Qian Xiaoyi, but Qian Xiaoyi didn't even blink, allowing Matsui to confirm that the person who suddenly attacked him should be an ordinary person.
Qian Xiaoyi gasped and said excitedly: "It's right that the teacher doesn't know me. I only learned about this place when I accidentally saw the promotion of your organization on the Internet. This is my first time to participate in your organization." Party, but what should I say...ah, it was love at first sight, right at first sight, right? Anyway, I just felt that Lucky Mutual Aid Club and I were very compatible, and I felt like I was born to belong here! This sentence made me very happy, teacher, let’s come over here and continue to discuss the topic of how the incompetent government suppresses capable people like us..."
He was covered in butter. Putting his hand on Matsui's shoulder, he enthusiastically wanted to pull him aside for an in-depth discussion. Inuyama Heita even saw Qian Xiaoyi's hand quietly wiping Matsui's clothes twice, completely treating him as a human being. The rag is gone.
"No, no need." Matsui was really angry at this moment. Although he kept smiling, he stared at the hands on his shoulders and said through gritted teeth: "The party is about to start. If there’s anything else, let’s discuss it later.”
The translucent little hand came out of Matsui’s arms and touched the back of Qian Xiaoyi’s hand, giving Qian Xiaoyi a slap. Shivering, he involuntarily let go of Matsui, leaving only the stains on the other party's clothes. He looked around with a confused expression and asked: "Ah, you didn't feel the cold wind just now? Is it the temperature of the air conditioning in the venue? Is it too low?”
“I’m sorry.” Matsui glanced at Qian Xiaoyi with disgust, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cream on his clothes, and was about to leave. Qian Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, he rushed forward, grabbed the handkerchief, and shouted: "I'm so sorry! Did I get the cream on your body? I was too excited at the time and didn't pay attention. I'm really sorry! Let me do it. Let me wipe it for you." Maybe it will be used on the small cakes in the venue. It was vegetable butter, not animal butter, so the more carefully Qian Xiaoyi wiped the butter, the more evenly the white greasy stains were wiped, and it immediately took a large area. Matsui was frightened and pushed him away quickly: "Stop! This is... Luxurious suit! ”
"What? I'm so sorry! I'll wipe it up right away! I'll be careful this time."
"I told you not to wipe it!"
"I'll do the housework. It's awesome. How about this? You take off your clothes and I'll wash them with your hands in the toilet. I promise that they will be as good as new in no time."
"Don't come over here again! My clothes are even dirtier!”
Seeing Matsui fleeing in embarrassment, Qian Xiaoyi put the opponent's handkerchief into his pocket, curled his lips, and muttered: "Oh, this nagging guy finally got out of here~ He talks a lot of truth, but actually his head is full of shit, and... "The expensive suit."
Noticing Inuyama Heita looking at him blankly, Qian Xiaoyi said: "What are you looking at? I accidentally got cake on my hands. I just wanted to wipe them with a rag." Do you have any opinions? Who told them not to put tissues on the table? "
Inuyama Ping took a moment and asked: "Then what should we do next?"
“I told you that we didn’t come together.” Qian Xiaoyi continued to enjoy the free snacks and said, “And what else can you do? Eat more while the party is about to start, and have fun with other people. Let's chat and collect some information."
"But we haven't seen Suzuki yet..." Heita Inuyama wanted to say something, but when he turned around, he found that Qian Xiaoyi was already very familiar. Joined the conversation among the people nearby.
Since most of the people around him were adults, he, a socially awkward high school student, didn't have much confidence to join the conversation, so he could only quietly eat cakes and wait for the party to arrive.
Finally, half an hour later, the time was almost up, so all the guests who came to attend followed the number plates and found their seats among the chairs placed in the center of the venue. The party was about to begin.
(End of this chapter)