After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

373.

Sanriyue was angry, he was definitely angry.

Although he is still sitting on the porch drinking tea, he is still a beautiful picture of the years, but I can always taste a trace of restrained anger from the corners of his mouth.

However, when I tentatively asked, he always talked about him, without mentioning whether he was angry or not.

I stuffed a spoonful of curry into my mouth, and the soft boiled potatoes melted on the tip of my tongue. The sweetness of the carrots and the saltiness of the sauce perfectly blended together, and the texture and taste of the beef were just right.I have to say that the culinary skills of Bebei and Dajuli are much better than I imagined.

Well, I always feel that Sanriyue's appearance is scarier than arguing with me directly.

After dinner, the team that went out happened to come back.

Before I could go forward, I saw Sanriyue whispering something in Gexian's ear. The two of them looked at each other, then they left the crowd silently and went to those remote courtyards. ? ?

Is there any secret between Sanriyue and Gexian that I can't know?

I took two steps forward and tried to follow secretly, but Luan rushed up to me all of a sudden.He stopped me with his open arms, his face still flushed with excitement.

"My lord, you see, I'm the one who got the honor this time!"

"Ah... Congratulations!" I quickly reached out to ruffle my messy hair, and at the same time I craned my neck to see where Sanriyue and the others had gone.

Woow, if they don't keep up, they will go far away!

I was very anxious, but I couldn't tell Luan Ming.After answering his few questions casually, I just wanted to find an excuse to slip away, but was stopped by him again before I could speak.

Token Fusangshen, who is as cute as a girl, hugged my arm. He looked at me with bright eyes, and his tone was as gentle as a baby, and he couldn't stop telling me about the experience of this battle.

As much as I really want to hear it, but right now—

I stared wide-eyed at the corner of the corridor, and watched the corner of Ge Xian's clothes float past, like a stone submerged in the tide, leaving only the corner of the corridor empty for me.

Head of sad tearful cat.

There are few things more desperating than watching opportunities pass you by.

I turned my head sadly, and met that innocent and innocent face.

Alas, what can I do, I can only admit it.

Sure enough, Africans are Africans. Is my blood so pure that no matter what I do, I will encounter force majeure?

374.

dawn.

I opened my eyes from my bed, and the cheerful laughter echoed in my ears.

I never knew he was so good at telling stories.

It's obviously an unremarkable daily routine, but he described it like the adventures of Fusangshen.Together with the other knives, I huddled on the Odori bunk in Awataguchi and listened to nonsense stories.

Later, Fu Sangshen's Adventures gradually developed into a ghost story award, and I was all alone beside a group of excited little daggers.

Although my scalp was numb and my palms were sweating, I still stubbornly listened to the audience.

I wondered if I might not be able to sleep at night this week.

After nestling in bed for a while, I lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash up.

Today is the bald first day of school.

It is no exaggeration to say that I feel that every cell in my body is resisting the start of school.

Is this the instinct of salted fish?

When I put on my school uniform and went downstairs, my grandpa was already sitting on the sofa and started reading today's morning newspaper. I quickly said hello to him, and then went straight to the door.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

Grandpa shook the newspaper twice and asked without looking back.

As I put on my shoes, I replied, "No more! I'm going to be late, and I'll buy food when I get to school!"

I heard my grandfather snort twice, the newspaper was suddenly blared, and his voice came again: "The morning news said that there may be thunderstorms in the near future, remember to bring an umbrella."

Is it thunderstorm?

It seems that the rainy season in Yokohama is coming...

No wonder I felt a feeling of chest tightness and breathlessness when I woke up this morning.

Although I have always been dubious about the weather forecast, in order to avoid being drenched on the way home from school, I took out a folding umbrella from the drawer.

375.

As expected of me!

The bell rang just as I rushed into the classroom and sat down.

I straightened my skirt and looked around while trying to catch my breath.

Well, is it my illusion?Sayuri didn't seem to come back to school.

It seemed that even her place had been removed.

It was obvious that a corner of the classroom that was originally full was suddenly empty.And with Yuriko not there, their small group obviously lost its backbone, they couldn't even get together, and the classroom became much quieter.

The head teacher walked up to the podium at some point, and tapped the table lightly with the thick folder in his hand, and I quickly withdrew my gaze and sat upright.

"...Some students may have noticed that Xiaobai is going abroad, so she will not continue to study with us..."

Ah, is that so.

The class teacher's topic has shifted to the matters needing attention this semester. I have heard these commonplace topics countless times since I was a student.

I propped my chin on one hand, and my eyes fell on the branches outside the window.

The two little sparrows were gone too.

There was only one empty bird's nest left.

Looking at it this way, I feel a little lonely.

Just when I started to look out the window in a daze, a small ball of paper suddenly hit my face impartially.

hateful!who is it!

I pinched the small paper ball and glared at the person who threw the paper ball.

Um?Glasses brother Yamada?

There was an unnatural blush on Yamada's face, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether what I saw was the reflection on the lens or the excited light in his eyes.

Yamada carefully turned his head and glanced at the teacher who was talking about the student regulations, and after confirming that the head teacher had no time to take care of his small movements, he turned his head and pointed to the ball of paper in my hand.

I looked blankly at the ball of paper in my hand that had been deformed by me, and then looked up at Yamada.

What do you mean, let me throw it back?

Yamada twisted the muscles on his face and mouthed me a few times.

Open it--

Um?let me open it?

Looking at the ball of paper, I felt that the muscles on my face were gradually twisting.

Why do I feel that this is not a good thing.

With my face wrinkled into a ball, I thought about it, and finally decided to open it.

Forget it, just take a look.

After two people's sex, this piece of paper is already crumpled and unreadable, and the creases have been worn out, and I have become more cautious when tearing apart the paper balls.

Yamada-san must have folded it too carefully. I was so worried that I would accidentally tear it up, and then my workload would change from the original dismantling ball to a jigsaw puzzle.

I spread out this palm-sized piece of paper on the table, and a line of large characters on it caught my eyes.

[Gossip: The senior didn't commit suicide. 】

Um?Senior?

Ah, just remembered.

Yamada should be talking about the senior from Yokohama National University.

But why did he bring this up to me again...?Did I do something to make him think that I was interested in this matter?

Just as I was struggling with this, a second ball of paper was thrown over.

Yamada nuzzled his mouth and motioned for me to open the second ball of paper as well.

The subway, the elderly, the mobile phone.

The second paper ball was obviously folded in a hurry, as if it was formed by someone holding it casually.I spread it out to see the writing on it.

[He was disposed of by those who wanted to hide the secret because of the success of the research——]

Looking at this line of writing, I feel my temples throbbing and hurting.

I don't know why Yamada-san repeatedly mentioned this matter to me, but for me, this question is really beyond the outline.

I was wondering if I should find a chance to explain to him that I am not interested in these things, when the third ball of paper was thrown over. ? ?How come?

Seeing that the teacher on the podium was about to end the repeater mode and start to give a serious lecture, I stretched out my hand and crumpled the three pieces of paper together, and stuffed them into the school uniform pocket.

I hope that as time goes by, Mr. Yamada can forget that he once threw these balls of paper to me.

376.

It's time for school to end soon. When I walked out of the school gate, I looked at the gloomy sky and felt a little bad.

It seems that the weather forecast is coming true this time.

Luckily I took an umbrella with me when I went out in the morning.

In order to prevent a sudden heavy rain for a while, I took the umbrella in my hand early.Just a few steps out of the school gate, I heard two car horns suddenly sounded beside me.

I turned to look sideways, and I happened to meet Mr. Nakaya who was driving the car.

He lowered the passenger window and waved to me: "Saxi, get in the car."

Meow?Why is Mr. Chuya here?

Although I was a little doubtful in my heart, I got into the car without hesitation.After closing the car door, Mr. Chuya helped me fasten my seat belt. I asked, "Why did Mr. Chuya come to pick me up?"

As he started the car, he answered my question: "Oh, this one. I don't have much work to do today, so I'm here to pick you up for dinner."

I nodded knowingly, and then I heard him add: "Don't worry, I've already said hello to your grandpa."

What? !Mr. Chuya actually greeted his grandfather?

Think about the stinky atmosphere when the two of them met before...

Suddenly, I couldn't imagine what Mr. Nakaya and Grandpa had said on the phone.

Mr. Nakaya didn't tell me where our destination was, and I didn't ask, so I just leaned back in the chair and watched the scenery.

After about a few minutes, Mr. Nakaya suddenly spoke. His voice sounded a little cramped, just like those high school boys around me.

"Saki, your birthday is next month...Where do you want to go?"

What?Birthday?

Ah, if Mr. Chuya didn't remind me, I really almost forgot.

Sure enough, there have been too many things recently.

I shook my head and looked at Mr. Nakaya: "There doesn't seem to be any holiday next month..."

He thought for a while, and then glanced at me through the rearview mirror. The sunlight hit the mirror through the car window, which made me think his blue eyes were amazingly bright.

"Then go to a place nearby? Do you want to go to Hakone Bubble Hot Spring?"

Ok?

Hakone?spa?

Suddenly, I imagined a scene of a man and a woman sitting side by side in the hot spring pool.

The heat of the hot spring is steaming upwards, and the two of them, wrapped in only a towel, are chatting and drinking...!

No, I can't go any further.

"How about it?"

The car stopped under the red light, and Mr. Nakaya looked at me through this gap. His eyes were blue and clear, full of pure inquiry.

I, I've watched too many weird idol dramas...

Calm down, Saki Shiina.

You are an ordinary jk girl, hello!

How can there be more strange things in my mind than Mr. Chuya?

"Saki?" Probably because there was no response for a long time, Mr. Chuya tilted his head and called me again.

I regained my composure and looked at him steadily.

Then he nodded simply: "Okay, okay, when?"

I swear, I just want to soak in hot springs!