My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 80 The Gentleman's Childish Behavior

The body floated up, was directly bounced across a large parabola, and was thrown backwards.

After landing, it rolled several times in a row before barely stopping its body.

"Ha, goo!"

Blood flowed out.

Not only overflowing from the mouth, Fujiwara Xingkong looked down, the sickle piercing through the right chest turned into black mist, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound.

"It really is invincible within the rules of urban legend."

He contorted his face and made a sound of pain.

Niijima turned pale with fright.

She, who has been watching the battle, knows better than anyone how strange the blow just now was.

The sickle had obviously been blocked by the tachi, but why did it suddenly change its orbit, stretching out in an impossible shape and in an impossible direction, piercing through Fujiwara Xingkong's chest.

Just like the handle of a sickle is ooze, it bends when it encounters resistance.

Who can block such a ridiculous blow, no matter what strategy the enemy adopts, they will definitely be hit by the scythe.

This is a must kill!
Niijima shook his head violently, and ran to help Fujiwara Hoshika up.

"Are you OK."

The voice trembled so that it was inaudible, and an indescribable panic spread in my heart.

"Fujiwara."

Two exclamations sounded at the same time.

Ishigawa and Saito Asuka ran up from behind Miyano Mamoru.

In the helicopter that has been hovering overhead, the scope of the anti-materiel rifle has been pointed at Selty, who is standing still.

At this distance, the kinetic energy of the bullet can already ignore the wind speed.

The trigger was pulled.

The bullets specially made by Meiji Jingu cut through the rainy night with a faint blue light, and a large black mist exploded through Celti's chest...

"Wow"

Fujiwara Xingkong spat out a big mouthful of blood, the glaring red liquid left from the corner of his mouth, wet the collar of his school uniform, wet Niijima's tights, and seeped into his tender thighs.

The scorching blood made her convulse uncontrollably.

"Are you okay?" Niijima shouted anxiously, with a hint of crying in his voice.

"Drink this quickly." She frantically took out a blue potion and poured it into Fujiwara Xingkong's mouth.

The medicine enters the mouth and slowly penetrates into various organs in the body to control the injury. Although it will not heal for a while, it is already very rare to prevent it from getting worse.

"I can't die." Fujiwara Xingkong twitched the corners of his mouth and forced an ugly smile on his face.

It's really a loss to weaken this skill by 50% without the pain. This kind of injury could have survived by biting one's teeth before, but now it's almost fatal.

Gritting his teeth, he comforted himself in his heart, forget it, there is nothing to complain about.

Lose less win?

No no no, that's too extravagant.

Fujiwara Xingkong's life creed is: if you lose even a little bit, you will win.

"Now you know, within the rules of urban legends is invincible cough cough"

Blood sprayed from the throat, splashing Shinjima's face.

"Don't think how powerful you are. You are going to die, the old woman must not tear me alive. Cough cough"

Niijima rubbed the tip of his sore nose: "I know. But these things have to be done by someone."

"Do you have to do it even if you die?"

"Otherwise? Isn't that the meaning of the existence of our nine subjects?"

"It's great."

"Don't say a few words, and blame me for being hurt so badly."

"Help me up, I have something to tell Celty."

Niijima carefully lifted him up and walked towards Celty.

"Fujiwara." Ishigami asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Fujiwara Xingkong turned around and said something, and walked in front of Serti.

A bullet pierced through a hole in her chest, and thick black mist gushed out from it, lingering around like dry ice.

"Thank you for not chopping on my left chest." Fujiwara Xingkong said with a smile, although he knew that his smile should be ugly now.

But always smile in front of ladies (non-human women).

The old woman once commented on this kind of behavior, calling it a gentle scum.

In this regard, Fujiwara Xingkong expressed objection.

It is impossible for him to be a gentle scum, on the contrary, he should be the opposite of a gentle scum.

Well, the antonym of gentle is lustful, and the antonym of scum is gentleman.

Yes, I am a womanizer.

Celty glanced at him silently.

She has no head, so naturally she has no eyes.The so-called "seeing" refers to observing with the heart.

Knowing that you will die, but still willing to protect the people you care about?

It fits the knight's beliefs very well, and is a human being worthy of association.

She picked up the helmet on the ground and put it on her shoulders.

At the same time, the black mist on his chest was continuously withdrawn, and after a while, the wound pierced by bullets returned to its original appearance, and even the leather clothes on his body became completely new.

"and many more."

When she got on the black motorcycle and was about to leave, Fujiwara Hoshikora stopped her.

"Leave me your address."

He opened the phone memo and handed it over.

Celti, who is from Ireland, left an address on her mobile phone without a trace of twitching, and rode away on a black locomotive.

"Just let her go like this?" Niijima was really unconvinced, and her angry look made you want to pinch her face.

"What else? It's an urban legend that you can't kill someone. It's not like you don't know that."

"I'm just a little reconciled."

"Compared to this, take me to the hospital quickly."

As if waking up from a dream, Niijima hurriedly waved at the helicopter hovering above his head.

"do not want!"

Fujiwara Xingkong shook his head to stop: "I want you to take me."

Niijima wondered, "Why? It's faster to fly over."

"I don't like helicopters. Unless you can find an F15 for me to play with, I want a motorcycle."

Shinjima: "???"

"What time is it, can you stop acting like a child!"

"It's just a fatal injury, nothing worth mentioning."

"??? Without my bottle of medicine, do you think you can stand up now?"

"I don't care, if you don't take me there, I'll drive by myself."

After finishing speaking, Fujiwara Xingkong really broke free from her hands and stepped onto the seat of the blue and white motorcycle.

High school students are not allowed to ride motorcycles.

Tonight is a special case.

After tonight, he won't be able to touch the bike for a long time.Moreover, even if there is a chance to touch again, they can't go racing like tonight.

After all, drag racing is illegal!
Fujiwara Xingkong wants to be a law-abiding citizen.

Niijima really didn't understand what this childish behavior represented.

But someone can understand.

"Team Leader Niijima." Mamoru Miyano said behind him, "Just take him there."

As a middle-aged uncle, he understands this feeling very well.

Childlike innocence is still a man's romance.It's not that we can't grow up, but that under the hard shell, we hide our softest and most innocent side.

The saying that a man will be a teenager until his death is not groundless.

Do not believe?If you go to various construction sites, are there always some retired men with their hands behind their backs, looking around the construction site and passing the time by giving opinions that the construction party does not need?

Up to eighty, down to eight years old, which man can refuse the temptation of an excavator?
In the same way, no man can refuse the temptation of a motorcycle, right?
Childish boys are really annoying to beautiful girls.

Forced by desperation, Niijima had no choice but to ask Miyano Mamoru to send the two Ishigawa back, then he got on his motorcycle and drove Fujiwara Hoshizora towards the nearest Hachioji City.

The blue-and-white behemoth gallops in the forest, uphill, downhill, and turning. The outline of the building gradually appears in front of the line of sight. When it leaves the forest, the road becomes wider.

Fujiwara Hoshizo lay on Niijima's back, falling into a semi-comatose state.

In the blurred vision, the street lamps are connected in a straight line, chasing each other with the flashing taillights of cars, leaving floating lights and flying shadows, and the beauty brought by the interlacing of light and shadow is extremely charming.

Niijima took a look in the rearview mirror, the breeze blew on her body with drizzle, and the dim yellow light brushed greedily over his pale side face.

(End of this chapter)