[Comprehensive] It's not that there is a problem with the way I make friends

So, did he solve the most troublesome part of the list all at once?

Yue Jian blinked his blue eyes, the sheer confusion and confusion made Aizen think that he didn't trust his own teaching level, so he explained aloud.

"Don't look at me like this, but I'm still very confident in swordsmanship."

Knowing that her obsession had misunderstood the other party, Yue Jian hurriedly waved her hands: "I just didn't expect that the part that I thought was the most troublesome would be solved in this way."

He stood up and bowed to salute his future kendo teacher.

"Then, I will ask Aizen-sensei to teach you more in the future."

Lan Ran was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected such a straightforward development.Busily stretched out his hand to support the little boy's arm, pulled him up with a little force, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Generally speaking, you still have to ask the teacher's level before making a decision. Isn't Mr. Zhaoqiao too credulous like this?"

"Gullible?" It was the first time someone mentioned this in front of him, Yue Jian thought about it seriously, and then shook his head.

"No. Because, I believe that since Aizen-san can say it, it means that you have the confidence to teach me well."

He smiled at Aizen, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone: "Although, saying this is a bit suspicious of guessing your temper. But, there is no doubt that in my heart, Aizen-san, you are undoubtedly a proud Humans don't do meaningless things...that's really rude."

Feeling that she just said what she said, Yue Jian hurriedly lowered her head slightly to express her apology.

So that was the case, Aizen stared at the hair on the top of the boy's head, slightly stunned.It is not so much credulity as it is to believe in his pride, but also to be confident in his own judgment.

It is no surprise that Aizen appreciates the one in front of him more than the kind of indomitable and dedicated trust.

It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, you can get up if you make a mistake, but a person can't even have his basic judgment ability.

It is not advisable to blindly follow a figure, just like what he has always said to his subordinates 'don't trust him', after all...

Longing is the emotion furthest from understanding.

Thinking of this, Aizen laughed softly, genuine and joyful.

See you on the moon: "?"

Although I don't know where he poked the person in front of me, but smiling means that he doesn't mind his offense, right?

"I always feel that every monthly meeting will give me different surprises!"

He stretched out his hand, landed on the top of the little boy's head, and rubbed it gently.Aizen once again met his pair of blue eyes, the eyes behind the lens were calm and sharp no longer concealed.

"Trust me, you won't be disappointed."

"it is good!"

Until he returned to the world of corpses and souls, Ai Ran couldn't forget the unhesitating expression on the young boy's unhesitating expression after he said that sentence in the afternoon.

Once again, it overlapped with that night in Karakura.

He had no intention of dealing with official documents, so he simply put down the thick documents in his hands, got up in his feathers, walked out of the room, and stood in the corridor.

The night in the world of corpses and souls is very beautiful and vast, and the bright moon hangs far away in the dark sky, which looks especially pure.

This is a beauty that cannot be seen in the heavily polluted world.

However, Aizen appreciates the fresh world more.

Because he has existed for a longer time and has more powerful power, he regards himself as a god of death higher than human existence, how arrogant and ridiculous.

The world formed by these ridiculous gods of death also breeds nothing but decay.

A truly beautiful soul...

Aizen leaned against the railing and raised her head.

After a whole day's work, Jingle Chunshui, who was slightly drunk on Liuhun Street, was walking staggeringly and sneakily on the streets in Jinglingting.What I saw was a familiar figure leaning against the railing with his sleeves folded.

Have you already reached the fifth team?

He was drenched in alcohol, and suddenly he felt a jolt. For some reason, he suddenly thought about the night when Soul World lost almost half of the captain-level Reapers, including his former vice-captain, more than 100 years ago.

It was the same that night, he was walking downstairs, and Aizen Soyousuke, who was only the vice-captain at that time, was standing upstairs.

Even the bright moon hanging high in the sky is equally beautiful.

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat and he woke up instantly.

"Hey, it's the leader of the Beijing Band. Good evening. But, is it okay to come back so late?" Lan Ran upstairs noticed the familiar pressure fluctuations of Jingle Chunshui from a long distance away, and saw that he suddenly stopped for some reason , and he took the lead in laughing.

Touching the bamboo hat on his head, and closing his eyes, Jingle Chunshui regained his reason and shrewdness.

"Yo~ good evening, Soyou Jie-kun." He raised his head and beckoned, squinting his eyes and smiling, his drunken state was not disobedient and natural, "It's okay, as long as I sneak into the opposite house without being noticed Alright, hahahaha~"

Lan Ran laughed, shook his head, and tried to persuade him helplessly, setting the good old man upright.

"If you are caught by the vice-captain of Ise again, no one will come to help you speak at night."

"Oh, it's going to be fine. But you, Soyousuke-kun, it's so late, if you don't sleep, are you going out to admire the moon?"

After finishing speaking, probably I thought it was ridiculous, so I couldn't help laughing out loud.After all, all the gods of death in Jingling Court knew that because the captain of the fifth team was too good-tempered, he arranged nearly half of the official documents of the thirteenth team, so that he often worked overtime until late at night.

Aizen didn't care about Jingle, who was having a good time entertaining herself, and looked up at the bright moon.The soft murmur dissipated in the wind almost as soon as it was spoken.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"

In this world, Teiguang Student Council President's Office.

"Horticultural Club?" Akashi's puzzlement completely disappeared after seeing the schedule that Tsukimi handed him, "Well, the Horticultural Club is relatively free, and you can use this time to do other things. But , the credits of this club alone are not enough, do you have other options?"

Psychology didn't make the list, but the rest of the lights looked scary enough.

Akashi didn't question what happened to the new shooting and kendo on the list, but was concerned about Tsukimi's academic arrangements.

Although he only participated in one archery club last school year, he didn't need to join other clubs to make up the credits because of the bonus of being a national champion.Now, the gardening club is indeed idle, but there are no competitions, so the credits are a bit insufficient.

"Originally, I wanted to compete for the vice-chairman of the student union." Yuejian shuddered, looking at the list a little worried, "Now, whether it's shooting or kendo, it will definitely take a lot of time for a novice to start the road."

The truth is, shooting can actually be trained independently years ago.But he needs this time difference to disguise the real time-sucker: psychology.

And this, he doesn't want Zheng Jiang to know yet.

"Which course are you considering finishing?" Akashi looked at it while recalling his course list.From the very beginning, most of the overlap between the two, until now, apart from the main courses of imperial studies, politics, law, finance, and the violin, which can be regarded as artistic cultivation, the two have long been different.

On the list, violin and calligraphy were circled. After thinking about it, he crossed two lines on law and finance.

"Sauce?"

For a long time, these two courses have been studied together by the two under the same teacher at Akashi House.After studying it, it can be regarded as a major now, and Yuejian also considered whether it is necessary to continue, but...

No matter how childhood sweetheart you were when you were young, when you grow up, you will always drift away slowly.

Yuejian just didn't expect that things would happen so quickly, and Zhengjiang was the first to make this decision.

"Actually, there is no need for us to continue these two courses." Akashi raised his eyes and saw the disappointed expression on his bamboo horse's face.Originally a serious consideration, spit out turned into ironic consolation.

It is because I know that the person in front of me will definitely not take the initiative to cut these courses that are no longer useful to them because of the promise I made when I was young.Therefore, this requires Akashi to actively consider this aspect.

Akashi knew this.

"We don't need to go to Wall Street to find a job, and we won't embark on a career path related to law. These two courses are almost enough. If we really need it, we can continue to go to college later. Advanced study."

There is no need to continue studying now, wasting time.

"I know." Yuejian sighed, how could he not know.

"It's just that I always feel that we will spend less and less time together in the future."

"...Who would hide such a big thing because of worrying about the trip of losing freedom before?" Akashi teased with a half-smile.

Seeing the moon: "..."

"Your mouth has gone bad, Zhengchan."

"Who let me see someone's natural art of lying without much practice? Nine truths and one falsehood, huh?"

The two stared at each other for a while, and then they laughed together, and the slight sense of sadness in the air disappeared completely.

After laughing, Akashi came out from behind the desk, sat next to Tsukimi on the sofa, stretched out his right hand to catch his left, with a soft voice.

"Moon sauce."

"Well, I'm here."

After the brief meeting, Tsukimi didn't stay in the student council president's office and disturb Akashi's work, but went to the greenhouse with the key of the gardening club's greenhouse that had been handed over to him.

The last semester before the spring break is only two short months. Generally speaking, the seniors in a club should retire at the end of the summer vacation to concentrate on preparing for the entrance examination.

The president and only member of the gardening club is a third-year junior high school student. She was already worried about finding a suitable candidate, so she still tried her best to support the depressed gardening club in the third semester.

After Teruhashi appeared, he handed over all the things in the gardening club to him almost with a grateful attitude.

"Sure enough, it's very depressed."

After checking all the matters of the gardening club, Yuejian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.It's a pity, I'm afraid he doesn't have much time and energy to develop the gardening club.

However, if you just take care of the greenhouse, it should not be a problem.

"Basic physical training, piano, shooting, emperor studies, politics, English, psychology, writing, kendo. In the end, is that all that's left?" Yuejian clicked on the words on the list, picked up a pen and wrote at the bottom again The next two characters in calligraphy.

Since learning, I have not stopped practicing for a day.It would be a pity to just give up like this, but now that two main courses that took a lot of time are suddenly removed, the schedule seems to be a lot free, so it's better to add it again.

After finishing writing, Yuejian suddenly looked down at the notebook in a daze.

Therefore, he always feels that time is not enough, but is it actually his own fault?

However, now...

"Kendo needs to be adjusted according to Aizen-san. Those who haven't started learning can't arrange the time now. Other content has either been agreed with the teacher, or there is already a fixed time, and the psychology course is still in progress. Brother Waiting will arrange for him an American professor..."

The homework left by the teacher, both at school and after class, has been completed, that is to say, now it seems that he has nothing else to do except shooting and writing.

As for writing, the new book is already in preparation, but the collection of materials will take some time.He also hopes to make adjustments to the plot of the characters after systematically starting to learn.

Tsukimi, who had never had so much free time, lowered his head and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"... Forget it, let's go to the club!"

Yuejian packed her schoolbag, and after leaving the school gate, she hailed a taxi and went directly to the club that Brother Zhen took him to.

He originally wanted to invite someone to build a private shooting range next to the dojo behind Zhaoqiao House.However, this is not a matter of a day or two, at least when brother Zhen is still at home, you can't let strangers come and go at home casually, just put it on hold for a while.

When they started shooting training years ago, they always picked early in the morning when there was no one on the road, and the two went straight to the club.

In this way, Gin never forgot to change his clothes every time.

Until Yuejian could train by himself, the two never appeared together in front of people again.Although, that 'person' is nothing more than two bodyguards and receptionist who never existed when they didn't exist.

Occasionally, he would appear suddenly in that black windbreaker, check on Yue Jian's progress, leave a few words before disappearing suddenly.As if, never appeared the same.

At first, he would be taken aback, but Yue Jian got used to his elusiveness later, and his hand holding the gun was steady.

No way, every time he is frightened, no matter if he misses the target or misses the shot, as long as Qin Jiu judges that it is not the level that Yue Jian should have, his end will not be too good.

TOEFL, as Mr. Heizi once said, as long as he is immersed in something, he will easily ignore the bad habit of the surrounding environment, and he has been worn out by him.

However, even so, the actual combat between Brother Zhen and him, according to the rule of once a week, can already be scheduled until this summer.

"Really, I don't want to face such a cruel Brother Zhen at all!"

Originally, Brother Zhen's fighting guidance was already a headache.In actual combat...

The next day, he had to go to school with the smell of medicine all over his body, and with the eyes of Zheng Jiang wishing he could strip him for inspection, even he was very distressed.In contrast, the cautious look on the faces of the classmates, treating him like a glass man is nothing.

Because the so-called actual combat training means that no matter what thing can be used as a weapon, there are no rules, and the only purpose is to knock down the opponent.

So far, the record is undoubtedly zero.

At this stage, the only thing he can do is to protect himself from Brother Zhen's hands as much as possible and prolong the 'game' time.

counterattack?There is no such plan at the moment.

However, why did Brother Zhen train him like this?

Under the blind eye of the bodyguards in black, Yue Jian walked into the small gate of the club with her bag.

This kind of actual combat is not so much a sparring, but a training in his ability to protect himself in various situations, or to put it simply, to escape from a chase.

In addition, the shooting that had never been mentioned before, but was suddenly mentioned years ago, and the arrangement of melee kendo training, at first he thought it was the aftermath of the Yu Tsuruta incident, so he didn't take it to heart.

Thinking about it as a whole now, I always feel a little suspicious.

However, Brother Zhen himself never mentioned a word related to these.It was as if he had done all this on a whim.

Could it be that something is going to happen, Yuejian is puzzled.

Walking familiarly to the hut where the guns were selected, Yue Jian stretched out his hand almost without thinking, and touched the familiar Beretta on the high place.

...Wait, who put it so high!

The straight raised right hand froze in mid-air, Yue Jian was silent for a moment, then leaned on the table and tried to stand on tiptoe.

The distance finally shortened a bit, but it was still about ten centimeters away from the gun.

Who the hell!Touch other people's things casually, and put them in such a high place!

The best thing about this kind of private club is its privacy. Generally speaking, after choosing a commonly used model, you can practice with another gun of the same model that no one uses from the boss.

After paying the boss a handsome fee, at least within the time of this club, except that you cannot take it out, the gun theoretically belongs to you.Almost no one touches it unless asked to.

After getting the gun license, you can also buy back the usual weapons from the boss. All the procedures are legal and compliant, and you can save a lot of trouble.

So, he clearly remembered that he wasn't placed in this position at all last time - to be precise, he couldn't do it either.

An additional mention of height, the Teruhashi family, starting from his father Nobusuke Teruhashi, is not tall, and of course not short, it can only be regarded as ordinary.If you don't do anything, there is no problem with 1.7 meters five and above.If you try to save it, you can imagine the level of 1.8 meters.

However, when Tsukimi entered junior high school, he was as tall as his young tame Akashi Seijuro.

1.5 meters eight, not a millimeter more.

Now a year has passed, at least it has grown by two centimeters, exactly 1.6 meters.

As a cute boy who has not yet developed, this height is actually quite normal.But this does not prevent Yue Jian from cursing resentfully at the person who touched his things without his consent.

Even if you have a good temper like the moon, there are things you don't want to face.

For example, height.

Zheng Jiang, who was originally in trouble with him, is already three centimeters taller than him!Obviously he does not exercise less than Zhengjiang.

Glancing at Beretta, who was placed on the table, which was absolutely out of reach given his current height, Yuejian bowed his head resignedly, stretched out his hand to straighten the table, and was about to borrow a ready-made tool.

"cough~"

Leaning against the door, watching the young boy's futile efforts for a long time, seeing that he finally drooped his head pitifully, Zhu Xing turned his head away, raised his fist and coughed lightly to suppress his laughter.

However, this short and impolite sound has already caused the boy to turn his head.

"A few days ago, this place was fully cleaned."

Now that he was discovered, Zhu Xingda stepped forward graciously, took down the Beretta that the young boy was asking for, and handed it to Yue Jian, with a little smile in his voice.

"Probably, they don't know that there will be minors in the club."

Indeed, according to the height of an adult man, basically the highest place on the wall can be easily reached.

"Thank you."

Tsukimi looked up and thanked the stern-faced man in front of him with long black hair, a thin knit cap, and a black jacket.

"It's okay." Zhu Xingda nodded, and he didn't wonder why a minor appeared in this kind of place——the young master of which family it should be, and it's not unusual to come to practice shooting.It is very rare to have that moment of happiness. With his current status, it is inconvenient for him to have more contact with this kind of innocent child who can see the end at a glance.

Yuejian took two boxes of ammunition, greeted out of politeness, and walked out of the preparation room, picked a shooting room that was still available, opened the door with a card and walked in.

Speaking of which, I didn’t notice it before, but if I think about it now, I put aside the appearance of a typical Asian with black hair and green eyes, and the appearance of a mixed race with silver hair and white skin and obvious European features.

I always feel that the temperament of the person who brought him something just now is slightly similar to that of Brother Zhen.

The same coldness, the same aloofness.

... Illusion?Or was it just such a coincidence that he met Brother Zhen's colleague?

Impossible, it really is an illusion!

Yue Jian laughed at the suspicious self, put this matter behind her, and concentrated on practicing.

On the other side, after also getting their own equipment, Zhu Xingda specially picked an empty room that was empty and charged the fee for the private room.

With the black that has been stained by the organization, he can only relax for a moment when he is alone.

However, the Beretta M92F...

Zhu Xingda thought of the model of the weapon in the boy's hand just now, and unconsciously thought of someone in the top management of the organization who was known for being cruel and ruthless.His favorite gun is also a Beretta M92F, with long silver hair very similar to the boy just now.

He paused with the hand holding the gun, but the trigger failed to be pulled.

Could it be a coincidence?

Won't……?

After half an hour.

Unable to pass the test in his heart, he ran out to find Zhuxing University on the Internet and looked at the computer page. The family and life of the boy named Zhaoqiao Yuejian were just like himself, and he could see everything at a glance.

He covered his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled.

Really, because the plan to capture Gin is approaching, even he will inevitably start to worry about gains and losses?

To see a random person with a similar hair color, and start to be suspicious.

Obviously, he's just an ordinary outstanding boy who can't fight against the darkness.