My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 24 US-Soviet Summit Kitagawa Talks 3
Fujiwara Hoshikora stared at her with a very unfriendly look.

"Sorry." Xia Xilin covered her mouth and said in feigned surprise, "I forgot to tell you the rules. The one you choose will be punished more severely."

Fujiwara Xingkong shook his head and resisted: "This is an unfair contest."

She replied: "When you were in the dark and I was in the clear, I never complained about unfairness."

Then he continued: "Your choice is not important. I am the rule maker. The right to choose is attached to the big tree of rules. Can you shake it?"

Now that things are up to now, it doesn't make sense to pretend to be stupid and say that everything is not my own doing.

No matter who was behind it, the only person facing Xia Xilin was Fujiwara Hoshizora.

This is an established fact.

"Teach." He let out a breath, and his face regained his calm: "I really didn't expect that a person as perfect as Xia Xilin would play tricks."

"It's not your fault. A person always has exaggerated and distorted ideas about things he doesn't understand." Xia Xilin took out a stack of materials from his schoolbag and shook them in front of his eyes.

"For example, I always thought you were just an ordinary high school student."

"This is not a conflict." Fujiwara Xingkong didn't care where the pile of information came from, and his expression was as usual: "I can be Fujiwara Xingkong, the spiritual master, or Fujiwara Xingkong, a high school student. Just like you, the witch Xia Xilin, is also High school student Xia Xilin."

She suddenly interrupted: "There is a huge cliff between your character and your behavior. Sure enough, you are sick."

Fujiwara Xingkong replied: "You are also very sick."

Xia Xilin didn't mind having an extra sick label on her body.

Fujiwara continued: "I often have to say 'Nice to meet you' to people even though I'm not happy to see them at all."

"In the real world, everyone has a different face, and in many cases, the same person will have diametrically opposite descriptions in different populations."

Listening, Xia Xilin seemed to suddenly remember something, with a smile on his face, showing his sharp teeth.

She brushed Liu Hai's hair to her ear with her little finger, and asked, "Tell me about how your heart is divided?"

Fujiwara Xingkong directly refused: "I have never had anything worth saying, so I won't say it."

Xia Xilin continued to ask: "Do you often feel that you are not from here, this world is just a strange scene, your spirit is helpless here, and everything has nothing to do with you."

Fujiwara Xingkong really thought so, so he said: "Sister, please don't impose your own symptoms on me."

She was more and more sure of her guess, with a strong self-confidence without reason in her heart.

Perhaps, this is the strange feeling among patients?

"Humans seldom trust people who are better than themselves, and they avoid dealing with them. On the contrary, people who come and go are groups similar to them, and people who have common weaknesses with themselves express their feelings. Because people don't want to change their own Weaknesses, and no desire to get better, just to be treated with equal mercy and encouragement in their path."

She asked again: "You dare not admit it in front of me because you know that I am better than you, right?"

Fujiwara Xingkong silently added a label of narcissism to her in his heart.

Xia Xilin is still delivering her high-spirited speech: "This is the trouble, you will never find a comfortable and peaceful place in this world, because such a place does not exist"

When you are listless, others will always find interesting comments about you.

This is annoying.

Fujiwara Xingkong directly interrupted her: "Sister, in Tokyo, I hate two things the most, one: crows, two: rush hour trams. Now, I think a third point should be added, that is your mouth."

"Really?" Xia Xilin suddenly leaned over, nose to nose, very close, less than 0.5 centimeters by visual inspection.

"What if I let you kiss me?"

Fujiwara Xingkong hadn't had time to react.

There was deafening cheers outside the classroom.

"Crack."

The flash continued to fire, and the shutter sounded one after another.

After holding back for a long time, watching the two psychopaths talk for a long time, the melon-eating crowd looked forward to the scene they were expecting.

"Fujiwara-san, kiss her!"

"Kiss Kiss Kiss"

"We will always have your back!"

Xia Xilin was not affected by the external atmosphere, and remained motionless in a forward leaning posture.

There was nothing but him in his eyes.

Fujiwara Hoshizora smelled the sweet smell she exuded and swallowed in dissatisfaction.

He tried his best to ease his breathing, which was still beginning to become disordered, and forced himself to speak calmly: "You are much sicker than me."

"I'm so sorry that you fell in love with such a terrible girl."

The hot breath was sprayed on his face with moisture, it was very itchy, and he didn't feel comfortable at all.

Fujiwara Hoshizora really wanted to say, "Who likes you, you're crazy?" But when she thought that what she said to her uncle should have reached her ears long ago, her confidence became very weak.

A contemptuous and provocative smile rose from the corner of Xia Xilin's mouth.

She said: "I'm tired, you still have the last ten seconds."

There was a lot of booing and whistles outside the door, and the atmosphere gradually reached its peak.

Soon, they spontaneously helped count down.

"ten"

"Nine"

"Eight"

she serious?

What will happen if I kiss you?
Being pulled to fill the sea?
If it's serious, what will happen if I don't kiss you?
Fujiwara Xingkong once again deeply felt a fact.

He is really not good at dealing with people.

"Seven"

"six"

"Fives"

No, I can't kiss!

Darling, whatever she wants to do!

A man can't stand it!

Just as Fujiwara Xingkong was still thinking about the battle between heaven and man, Xia Xilin suddenly put his arms around his neck and blocked his lips with his lips.

Uh, sneak attack
There are five seconds left!
Fujiwara Hoshizo made a silent protest.

Xia Xilin's response to this was to poke her tongue out and slide it in a deeper direction.

There was thunderous applause outside the classroom.

And behind the excitement, a hungry seagull broke away from the group and flew away alone.

Everything is just like the historical process. The US-Soviet dispute has gone from being evenly matched in the early stage to the complete defeat of one of them.

After a long time.

Xia Xilin sat back to her original position, straightened her loose hair, took out a handkerchief from her schoolbag, and wiped her lips vigorously.

Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly remembered that she had a slight obsession with cleanliness.

This feeling is very bad, as if my lips and tongue are something dirty.

But if you think about it carefully, it's really dirty.

Xia Xilin wiped it for a while, and the handkerchief was stained with blood, before she looked up, her forehead was glowing, and she had a childlike smile on her face, looking very innocent.

"It's not the kind of pleasant feeling that the book says, don't you think?"

Fujiwara Xingkong was not to be outdone: "If the object is you, it's really almost meaningless."

"Very good." Her face turned cold instantly.

With arms folded and legs crossed, he issued a eviction order: "Since both parties are bored, please go."

Alright, master of Sichuan Opera, you have won.

Fujiwara Hoshiku stood up and bent down.

"Sister Xiaxi, I like you, please date me."

"Not gentle enough, start over."

"Rin, I love you."

"Nicky, come back."

"You are enough, don't push yourself!"

"Okay." Xia Xilin smiled, straightened her legs, and put them on his chair.

"Take it off for me."

"What?" Fujiwara Xingkong didn't respond.

The girl raised her feet in flat shoes and dangled in front of his eyes, her eyes were high and full of teasing.

(End of this chapter)