When I Bind the Plot Maintenance System

Chapter 19:

As an ordinary third-year student who was suspended from school, Zhu Fukongliang felt the pressure of the student loan in advance, and worked hard to pay off the student loan within a year. Without this loan, he would be promoted to be the most earner in his family.

It’s a pity that his assets are now directly cleared, and the frequency of his tasks will definitely drop after that, and the pocket money his mother gave him can’t bring him to another world.

That is to say, Zhu Fukong is bright at present – the short-term asset is zero.

Sitting in the dessert shop, Zhu Fu Kongliang bit his fork, and after thinking about it later, he raised his head and said to his two friends, “I’m out of money, and the last remaining point was used up in the game hall just now. .”

Hagihara Kenji: “…”

Matsuda Jinping: “…”

Matsuda Jinping: “So?”

Zhu Fukongliang still kept his face cold, and his tone did not change: “So, can I invite you to treat us today?”

“…” Hagihara Kenji held his forehead: “Sometimes I really feel that Xiaokong brightens you…”

Facing the pair of blue cat’s eyes, Hagihara Kenji swallowed his words: “Okay, I’ll ask.”

Zhu Fukongliang was satisfied: “Next time, please eat cake.”

“It’s just that you like this kind of thing.” Matsuda Jinping thought about it after complaining: “Next time, please invite me in the game hall.”

Zhu Fukong Liang responded: “Okay.”

“But I don’t like cakes, I just need desserts.” Zhu Fukongliang emphasized it, and then said: “Well, I don’t hate it either.”

“…You put down that cake first.”

“But that’s great. You looked tired some time ago. Now you look a lot happier.” Hagihara Kenji said with a smile, “Is the problem solved?”

“Well, it’s settled, I’ve paid off the money.” Zhu Fukongliang was a little happy, and he didn’t think it was necessary to hide this kind of thing from his friends, so he said it naturally.

So he gained two friends with wide eyes: “Eh? What – pay back? What money, is there something wrong at home!”

Hagihara Kenji’s family went bankrupt because of the economic downturn. The pressure of bankruptcy was not brought to the children by Hagihara’s parents, but Hagihara Kenji did empathize with the hard work and exhaustion of his parents. More than once, when he woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, he saw his father who was standing in the living room and called on the phone even late at night.

It is precisely because of this kind of thing that Hagihara Kenji is quite sensitive to this aspect, and the worry in his eyes overflows.

Zhu Fu Kongliang knew about the Hagihara family, but he didn’t get in touch, and replied in a normal way: “Because I want to go to school with you, I have to give money.”

The process of paying off the debt was very tiring and boring, but after paying it off, Zhu Fukongliang still had a little sense of accomplishment: “I paid it off by myself.”

Zhu Fukongliang’s pocket money has always been sufficient, and he did not show the embarrassment of lack of money on weekdays. Even in the “year of repayment” in Zhu Fukongliang’s words, Zhu Fukongliang should eat and drink. , the cake did not fall at all.

– In fact, it was entirely because of the huge debts before, so I simply continued to increase small debts for the cake, and now I don’t want to become negative again after clearing it.

So it doesn’t seem like a family problem at all, and Zhu Fukongliang himself is not very nervous. After Hagihara Kenji realized this, he was also relieved.

Matsuda Jinping was a little puzzled: “You go to school, don’t your parents give you money?”

“I didn’t give it this time.” The world at home gave it, and Zhu Fukongliang added in his heart. He didn’t want to lie to his friends, so he could only hide part of it.

Matsuda Jinping noticed the blind spot: “…this time?”

Hagihara Kenji: “Speaking of which – this time, it is the school you chose by Sora, because you want to go to high school with us, right?”

“Well.” Zhu Fukongliang didn’t worry too much about this, remembering what Matsuda Jinping said just now, he said, “By the way, if Matsuda wants a phone call, I can give it to you this time.”

“Okay, I’ll give it to you later.” Matsuda Jinping raised his head and asked casually, “Why is it suddenly possible?”

Zhu Fukongliang: “Because I have a house now.”

Matsuda Jinhei: “…So you didn’t have a house before?”

Zhu Fukongliang: “Yes, not here.”

“Why do I feel like I’m asking more and more questions?” Matsuda Jinping groaned. Seeing that Zhu Fukongliang had almost solved it, he asked directly, “Then can we go and have a look?”

Neither of them noticed Hagihara Kenji’s unusual silence.

And Zhufu Kongliang did not refuse. After eating the last bit of cream, just like the first time he dismantled the microwave oven at Hagihara’s house, when Hagihara Kenji went to pay, he stood at the door and watched them eagerly.

…Although in the eyes of outsiders, it probably still looks like an expression.

Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei glanced at each other, and they both saw the excitement that Zhu Fukong Ryo did not directly show, and a little curiosity arose in their hearts.

The house was still within the debt range before, so Zhu Fukongliang never invited him. Now that it is over, he can invite good friends to play at his house normally.

This is the first time Zhu Fukongliang invited Matsuda Jinhei and Hagihara Kenji – he has known each other for three years, but Zhufukongliang has always been very mysterious. Although he has exposed many of his habits, he can be concerned about his identity and home address. Information is rarely exposed.

Ah, I do know that there is a brother, it is said that he is a policeman.

It’s not that they are not curious, it’s just that Zhu Fukongliang is very good at changing the subject. He is always honest about what he can say, and what he can’t say, he either keeps silent or changes the subject when they don’t even notice.

“I always feel a little nervous.” Hagihara Kenji secretly said to Matsuda Jinhei.

Matsuda Jinping agrees very much: “I have never been so nervous when my teacher came to visit me.”

“You’re not afraid of the teacher at all, are you?” Hagihara Kenji looked over.

“Ah, it means that I’m not nervous.” Matsuda Jinping grinned and said mockingly, “Coward.”

Hagihara Kenji, who was evaluated as a coward, instantly frowned: “You don’t understand at all!”

Zhu Fukongliang, who had heard all the conversation in the front, looked back and dropped an orange candy in his mouth: “Two naive ghosts.”

In an instant, Matsuda Jinhei and Hagihara Kenji both put their fierce eyes on him. Mingming almost got up in one second, and the next second, he hooked up Zhu Fukongliang’s shoulders tacitly from left to right: “I seem to have heard something strange just now, Xiaokongliang~”

“Yeah raki, can you repeat that?”

Zhu Fukongliang bit the candy in his mouth and stopped: “My home is here.”

Knowing that Zhu Fukong Ryo was changing the subject, Matsuda Jinpei and Hagihara Kenji couldn’t help but look away.

The house with the [Zhufu] hanging by the door is a very common ordinary two-story building. After Zhufu Kongliang opened the door with the key, you can see the general appearance of the room from the entrance.

“Excuse me—is there no one in your house now?” asked Kenji Hagihara, who noticed that there was only one pair of shoes on the shoe cabinet.

“I live alone.” Zhu Fukongliang put on his slippers, looked at the two people who had no slippers to wear, and said, “The ground should be pretty clean, come in directly.”

He thought for a while, and then said, “I’ll go buy slippers in two days, and now I don’t have any money.”

“Oops, I suddenly feel a little guilty.” Hagihara Kenji covered his heart pretentiously: “How about next time I and Xiaojinping bring slippers?”

Zhu Fukongliang: “It’s not impossible.”

Matsuda Jinping: “Wait? Are you serious??”

The room, as Zhu Fu Kongliang said, was clean, but very empty. Although there is no smell of new house decoration, it can be seen at a glance that there is no breath of life.

Taking advantage of Zhu Fukong Ryo to pour the water, Hagihara Kenji suddenly pulled Matsuda Jinping: “Xiao Zhenping, I suddenly start to doubt Xiaokong Ryo’s identity now.”

Matsuda Jinping: “…Huh?”

Hagihara Kenji’s expression was very deep: “That’s right, I just thought carefully about what Xiaokong Ryo said.”

“I mean, what family would let an underage kid earn his own high school money?”

“…exercise independence?” Matsuda Jinping said.

“Are you serious?” Hagihara Kenji glanced at Matsuda Jinping with the same eyes as an idiot, the curly-haired boy’s fist was a little hard, and then he heard his friend’s serious analysis: “Think carefully, Kong Ryo is not Always mysterious, loner?”

“My brother is a policeman, but he emphasized that he can’t play with guns, not even guns in the game hall. It was not until Kong Liang was 16 years old that he let go.”

“Every time I come to the park, I’m alone, mysterious.”

“My home is not nearby. I decided to make money by myself after high school. Mingming Kongliang said that his parents were very protective of him and worried about him. How could he be allowed to live alone?”

“What do you want to say.” Matsuda Jinping’s expression was not quite right.

“That’s it… Kong Liang’s movement of holding a gun today, don’t you think it’s too skilled? The aura on his body is completely different.”

“And then do you remember? When we first met, Kong Liang said that his parents and we are not in the same world—”

“If, this world doesn’t refer to the earth, but… it means the world on both sides of black and white…?”

Matsuda Jinping: “…!”

“Especially…the first time we met was when I beat you inexplicably.”

The curly-haired teenager’s pupils trembled: “No, wait, but isn’t his brother a policeman? If it’s gang-related, the political trial won’t pass!”

“Fake identity!” Hagihara Kenji said with confidence, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

“Batta.” Zhu Fukongliang put two glasses of water on the table and made a little noise.

He looked at the curly-haired boy with his back turned to him, and instinctively trembled as if frightened.

“What fake identity?” Zhu Fukongliang lowered his eyes, his tone a little regretful: “…Forget it, it’s useless now.”

Hagihara Kenji: “…”

Matsuda Jinping: “…”

and many more? What does it mean to be useless? ! Do you still want to do something with a fake identity?

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The author has something to say:

Kong Liang: This reaction is very interesting.

hagi: Right right! Xiao Zhenping is really super fun to tease!