[tutor] little werewolf

Matsuno Lang felt that she had just slept for a short time, but when she woke up, she found that something was wrong. She clearly remembered that it was winter before she fell into a coma, but now it was indeed summer, and it was so hot to death.

She transformed from a wolf into a human form, and then stretched on the ground. The bones on her body made crackling sounds, as if they hadn't moved for a long time. Matsuno Lang raised his head and looked around suspiciously, and found that Where she was now was nothing like the town she had been in before.

She is now lying on the grass, wearing a white skirt, and there is no one around. She sat up from the ground, looked around, and found that this place had never appeared in her memory, and there was a tattered place not far away. The building, I don't know what it was originally used for.

Matsuno Lang listened intently to the movement around her, but she still couldn't find any clues. The place seemed to be abandoned, and there was no other sound except the wind. She patted her skirt and walked forward in a random direction.

After walking for more than ten minutes, she saw a gate with a wide road outside. This road was completely different from what she had seen before. It was so dark that she didn't know what it was paved with.

She walked along the road for a while, and then saw a car coming from the end of the road. It was very big, and it was completely different from the black cars she had been in before. not slow.

The car stopped next to an unknown sign, she looked there blankly, the driver poked his head out of the window and babbled something she couldn't understand at all, Matsuno Lang asked in Italian: " what are you saying?"

This is obviously not a language, and the driver was also confused. He looked at this beautiful international friend whom he had never seen in his life, and pointed to the car door. Matsuno Lang maintained a cold expression and nodded. Scattered people randomly chose a seat and sat down.

The driver pointed to the big box next to him, and made gestures that Matsuno Lang couldn't understand. She couldn't help frowning slightly, stared at the big box for a while, and then turned to the driver. shook his head.

The driver seemed a little anxious, chattering and saying something she couldn't understand, Matsuno Lang sighed slightly: "Even if you say that, I can't understand it."

Someone from the group of people sitting in the seats finally opened their mouths and said to Matsuno Lang in Italian with an accent: "Money, pay."

He was also worried that Matsuno Lang would not understand, so he pointed at the box. Although Matsuno Lang was a little awkward, she understood it anyway. She touched her pocket, and although she didn't know what happened, she went to The change from the bar was still in his pocket.

She threw the smallest copper coin into the box, turned around and wanted to sit down, but the driver held her hand, with an ugly expression on her face, and the passenger just now continued to say with a slightly embarrassing expression: "Yen, yen! "

"What is the Japanese yen?" Matsuno Lang didn't understand what happened at all, and the passenger's expression was also a little strange. After several people stalemate for a while, the passenger took out his wallet: "Okay, I'll help her pay .”

He lost the money and put it in the big box, and the driver sat back in the driver's seat, closed the door and drove away.

Matsuno Lang sat on the seat and turned his head to look out the window. The passenger just sat next to her and spoke to her in awkward Italian: "Where are you going?"

"I don't know." Matsuno Lang shook his head, and the passenger didn't expect to get such an answer, and touched his nose in embarrassment: "Then...do you want to go to Bingsheng? The terminal of this car is at And Sheng."

Matsuno Lang nodded indifferently.

Then the nosy man along the way kept talking to Matsuno Lang, asking some unnutritious questions like "how did you come to Nibo" and "why can't you speak Japanese?" She curled up a little distressed She curled her hair. If she knew about these problems, she wouldn't be so dazed now.

Really annoyed by the other party, Matsuno Lang withdrew his eyes from staring out the window, glanced at the man, and finally answered the man's question about "Why did you come to Nibo?": "I'm here to find someone."

The other party persistently asked who he was looking for, and this time Matsuno Lang answered him very straightforwardly: "I'm looking for reborn."

The person racked his brains to think about where he had heard of this somewhat familiar name. Matsuno Lang didn't want to talk anymore. She was a little bit out of interest, and she couldn't find reborn. She really wasn't interested in chatting with others at all.

The car was wobbly, but it drove much more smoothly than the previous car that Sawada Yuki had driven. It was obvious that during the time she was in a coma, technology was constantly improving.

There are very few passengers in this car. Although Matsuno Lang is very cold, the person next to her has not lost interest in talking to her at all. There are a lot of messy things about this era.

Although expensive cars can’t be seen everywhere now, at least they can be regarded as a very basic means of transportation. This is not Italy, but a country far away from Italy. The people here speak Japanese.

Thinking of this, Matsuno Lang felt a headache. He had managed to use Italian proficiently, and now he had to learn another language again. It was really painful for the wolf.

That person seemed to be very familiar with this place, and after getting out of the car, the smile on his face was more enthusiastic and natural than before: "My name is Irie Yuki, welcome to Bingsheng."

"Matsuno Lang." Matsuno Lang briefly introduced his name. Hearing the name, Irie Yuki's expression was very subtle: "Hey, you are also a mud bomber? Then why can't you speak Japanese?"

"I didn't choose the name." Matsuno Lang followed behind him, not worried about what would happen to her at all. According to her force value, she should be worried about the person who provoked her. Anyway, I can't find him now. When it comes to reborn, it is the same no matter which way you go, there is no difference at all.

Irie Yuki nodded in a sudden realization, as if he could understand what she meant, he walked a few steps forward and arrived at an apartment: "This is my home, do you want to come in and have a sit? My son is very interested in Italy .”

He touched his head in embarrassment, but the expression on his face was very happy: "That's why I learned Italian."

Matsuno Lang was not interested in spending the night at someone else's house. She shook her head and was about to leave when a boy's voice came from the apartment: "Hey... Huh?!! Ms. Matsuno?!"

Matsuno Lang stopped in his tracks and looked back over there. A red-haired boy wearing glasses who looked very weak rushed out of the apartment, stood at the door of the apartment, stopped suddenly, and pushed the Pushing the glasses: "Is... is it Ms. Matsuno?"

Matsuno Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. The boy shrank his neck a little bit, hesitated, and looked frightened: "I, I know where Mr. Reborn is."

The author has something to say: Happy April Fool's Day! _(:з)∠)_Are the little angels playing tricks?