After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

145.

To be honest, I have always wondered if I am not feminine.

Song Xian taught me how to embroider a little fox several times, but what I embroidered was still a little monster like Godzilla.

Later, he couldn't stand it any longer, and offered to help me finish this garrison.

And I sternly declined the offer!

How can this be possible!

It was clearly agreed that I would personally make a garrison for Mr. Zhong Yuan, so what is going on with Song Xian doing it for me!

I recounted the call to Gexian completely, and then picked up the needle and thread and embroidered another invisible little monster.

Well, I admit, I really have no talent in embroidery...

Looking at the failed works piled up in my hand, Gexian showed a helpless smile on his face.

He stretched out a plain hand and spread it out in front of me.

I looked down at that hand, raised my head and continued to stare at him with my neck stuck.

In the end, we decided to take a step back—

Let Gexian teach me a simpler pattern.

That's right, I still reserve the right to embroider by myself!

146.

When I woke up, I felt like I was pinching something in my hand.

etc--

This touch will not be...

I pulled my hands out of the warm blanket.

dry.

I looked at the moromi who had embroidered cherry blossoms and gold thread in his hands, and for a while I didn't know what to say.

Can this fucking dream thing still be taken out? !

No wonder Sanriyue repeatedly asked me to take it with me when I left.

Too many slots.

It's really too much to talk about.

147.

After washing up, I went downstairs to have breakfast, and I saw Ah Gang slumped on the dining table.

I turned to look at Reborn who was drinking coffee as if nothing had happened.

The three-headed baby greeted me calmly: "ciaos."

"What did you do to A Gang?!"

In a panic, I stretched out my hand to check Agang's pulse, it's great, I can still breathe!

Reborn didn't answer my question, and when I was about to ask a second time, I suddenly heard a faint hum.

Um?this distance?

not......

I bent down suspiciously, and put my ear close to the side of A Gang's head.

"Gang, if you are kidnapped, just blink—"

I whispered in his ear, but he didn't respond to my words.

Could it be that he passed out? !

I reached out and lifted A Gang's eyelids.

Whoa!Already rolled my eyes!

Where's Aunt Nana? Where's Aunt Nana? !

In this case, you should call an ambulance, right?

"Hook... Pythagorean theorem..."

what--

Case solved.

I, Shiina Saki, frowned, realizing that things are so simple.

I can guess without reborn's explanation. It must be last night. After I left, he continued to persecute Ah Gang.

Otherwise, Ah Gang wouldn't be murmuring mathematical theorems in his mouth now!

148.

Today's A Gang is rare without naked/running.

Until the end of the exam, he still maintained the state of dementia in the morning.

Alas, look, the young boy in the blooming season was tortured into such a ghost by mathematics.

Although I express [-]% sympathy for Ah Gang's experience, but at this moment, I really don't have time to comfort him!

I'm going to hurry up and pack up now and head straight to Yokohama!

149.

When I got off the tram, I saw my grandpa on the platform.

He stood there wrapped in a gray windbreaker, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was about to negotiate with some terrible person.

Oh, grandpa actually grew a beard!

I ran over happily, intending to give him a bear hug.And as soon as he saw my posture of landslides and earth shattering, he directly stretched out his hand to hold my head.

"Woo - Grandpa, you are too cruel! How can you just reach out and hold me down? Shouldn't we run to each other and have a big hug at this time?"

Grandpa looked down at me and sneered slightly. I even felt his beard trembling and mocking me.

"Have you watched too many soap operas? The scene of running by the beach under the sunset will not appear in reality, give up!"

Long time no see, grandpa is still so poisonous.

But then again, when Grandpa grew his beard, he was a little...

I stretched out my hand and tugged at his cuff: "Grandpa, grandpa, don't you think you look like that historical figure next door now!"

He looked puzzled: "Which one?"

My eyes look forward to: "That! That's it!"

He looked even more confused: "Oh?"

"It's the poet who we always scribbled and changed in the textbooks!"