My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 71 Rain and the Three Boys in Tokyo.

On Tuesday, April 4, it started to rain early in the morning.

The sky was gray, and the whole of Tokyo was shrouded in gloomy rain.

It's not the rainy season yet, so the rainfall usually doesn't last too long, and the rainfall isn't usually too heavy. There are only occasional thunderstorms, and most of the time there's a gloomy sky, a gentle breeze, and a steady drizzle.

Except for the merchant who sells sunny dolls, no one should like this kind of weather.

There's a reason Ishigamigawa hates rainy days.

Whenever it rains, he has to endure the damp space in the tram.

The umbrellas of strangers will wet the hem of the school uniform, and the body temperature will be more obvious next to the person behind them. There is also the air conditioner that blows on people's faces all the time except in winter.

Whenever the tram leaves the platform, the center of gravity leans back.Ishigamikawa had to prop up his feet to barely hold the ring and avoid putting his weight on others.

Most of the time, his small body can only be caught in the crowd, like strawberry jam in a sandwich biscuit, completely out of his control.

Grow up quickly, he thought.

Sandwiched among the adults, Ishigamichuan raised his head, and his eyes passed over several heads that were silently lowered. The rain-soaked city was flying past the narrow car window.

He noticed that he was overwhelmed by the huge unknown, and it made him more irritable.

……

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

At least, Fujiwara Hoshiku likes rainy days very much.

Trillions of raindrops gathered on the eaves to form ripples, falling down to the street, noisy and mixed, big and small beads fell on the jade plate.It looks so impeccable at any time.

Whenever this happens, he always sighs in his heart, how the world can still give people a sense of ingenious beauty in such a complicated environment.

Walking out of the house, he glanced at the gloomy sky. The water vapor wrapped in the huge dark clouds seemed to be able to see the sea surrounded by the arc-shaped horizon. Which sea could it be?

The Sea of ​​Japan, after all, is close, maybe the Aegean Sea.

The crows, drenched in rain, flew up from the tall trees of Shinjuku Gyoen, croaking and heading towards the western sky.

Fujiwara Xingkong opened a transparent umbrella and walked into the rain. This cheapest plastic umbrella became a speaker for the whole sky and began to play the sound of rain.

He listened to the melodious sound of "Patta Papa Pata" as he walked through the crowded streets of Shinjuku.

A handsome Tokyo guy in a high school uniform strolling alone in the city is also a wonderful sight.

Fujiwara Hoshiku was thinking narcissistically, and he suddenly understood why Mitsuha Miyamizu shouted "Let me be a handsome guy in Tokyo in my next life".

Not to mention anything else, just going to the streets of Tokyo in the rainy season is a picture full of wonderful fantasies.

After all, I am really handsome.

Arrive at the turnstile at Shinjuku Station.

He suddenly slowed down his walking speed, but people kept rushing up behind him, making impatient tsk-tsk noises, but he didn't take it seriously

Just let me take a few more breaths of the smell of the sky brought by the rain.

……

Different from the other two teenagers.

Saito Asuka doesn't need to squeeze the tram to go to school, he goes to school by bike.

Second-year boys are not as passive and lazy as dead house boys, nor are they as sentimental as crazy boys, because second-year boys only like to face the wind!

Is there anything better than riding a bike in the rain?
Should be no.

"I am leaving…"

Pushing out the Trek mountain bike, Saito Asuka took a deep breath and slowly climbed up the saddle.

Holy and solemn.

In his mind, what he was riding was not a bicycle, but a horse.

This trip is not going to school on a rainy day, but a knight expedition!

"Brave knight, break through the obstacles and take the princess back from the dragon!"

He straightened the blindfold on his left eye, let out a "Yo hoo", and rushed into the rain without even wearing a raincoat.

Facing the drizzle, I pedaled with all my strength, and the rain-drenched scenery quickly flowed backwards.

Every frame of Tokyo in the rain is as beautiful as a well-made fantasy animation.

Forest-like parks, shiny high-rise buildings reflecting the sky, old-fashioned shopping streets and crowded intersections, churches and torii gates that suddenly appear, high-rise buildings with thousands of rooms as far as the eye can see—it’s like Pack the whole world into a small screen and flow.

No matter where he is or how long he looks at it, Saito will never get tired of the scenery in front of him.

The speed reached the highest, close to 30 yards, the eyes were blown open, and the vision was a bit blurred, as if, in the next second, he would travel to another world.

"I don't know if you can travel through time, but it will definitely hurt. Forget it this time. If this happens next time, I will contact your family."

ok~_~
Before crossing, you must bow and apologize to the traffic police seriously, and promise that you will not make mistakes again next time.

So, he made another note in his heart.

Traffic police is a job that is as annoying as Haruno.

But then again, is there such a career as Qingnv?
Xin Haicheng's "Son of the Weather" said that there is.

So here comes the question, is Xin Haicheng a liar?
……

Back at school, after changing into school uniform in the locker room, Saito Asuka walked into the classroom and went straight to Ishigamikawa.

"Good morning, Ishigami."

Ishigamichuan looked away from the NS screen and found an unpleasant person standing in front of him.

It's normal for a dead otaku and a chuuni to dislike each other.

The dead house thinks that the second child is mentally ill, and can't distinguish between fantasy and reality.

The second grader thinks that the dead otaku is a coward in his heart and does not dare to explore the truth of the world.

So Ishigamichuan said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

On the contrary, Saito Asuka didn't have a trace of impatience on his face, but more of anticipation.

"I heard that your family lives in Ikebukuro?"

"Is there a problem?"

Saito Asuka took out his mobile phone and opened the strange talk module of the 2ch forum, "Have you seen this, the black locomotive."

Ishigamikawa shook his head.

"What a pity, the Headless Horseman! Didn't you see it when you lived in Ikebukuro?"

Ishigami also opened his phone and read the post. There were not many detailed descriptions. There were only a few on-site photos of bloodstains and damaged motorcycles. One of the more eye-catching ones was captured by the camera, dragging the afterimage like a ghost. black locomotive.

Saito Asuka said seductively, "Ishigami, are you interested in finding this guy with me?"

"No." Ishigamichuan was a little embarrassed, "If it is really a headless horseman, then if we find this kind of urban legend, wouldn't it be the same as sending us to death?"

"What are you afraid of!" Saito Asuka confidently pointed to the blindfold on his left eye, "Did you see this?"

"I see, why do you wear blindfolds today?"

"I'm only telling you, please don't tell others." Saito Asuka lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I woke up this morning and found that my eyes hurt. When I went to look in the mirror, I found The left eye is red and swollen, do you know what that means?"

"What does it mean?"

"It means my power has awakened!"

Ishigamigawa looked at him like an idiot.

"Blast it, this world is full of dangers! The Eye of Death has been born, and all evil will have no escape!"

The boy pulled off the blindfold on his left eye, revealing his left eye which was red and swollen with a little yellow pus.

"Starting today, I will no longer hide my identity, hahahaha hiccup."

Saito Asuka laughed wildly, his expression gradually collapsed.

Looking at the strange expressions in the eyes of everyone in the class, Ishigami Chuan felt very ashamed. This feeling was worse than being found hiding a dozen adult magazines and a dozen galgame CDs under the bed.

Although both of them will die in society, pornography can at least be argued to be the physiological needs of a normal man. This kind of sex is really hopeless. There is no explanation except that the brain is broken.

"Ishigami, follow me, let's save together"

Snapped!
Fujiwara Xingkong slapped Saito Asuka's neck with a knife.

(End of this chapter)