Peach Blossom Debt

It's such a stupid thing to hear.

Therefore, the shoelaces unraveled, which is basically an old-fashioned fool's joke on April Fool's Day, can only be said by Bei Guran, and he said it so seriously.

She pushed her glasses and looked at the bewildered guest.

"..." The guest blinked, and his eyes seemed to glow, "Happy April Fool's Day, I want an omurice, plus a Black Forest and a latte."

"Okay, master, please wait a moment." Bei Guran connected smoothly.

"Okay, okay~!" The guest smiled happily and nodded.

"..." Bei Guran turned around holding the tray and walked towards the kitchen.

This is the situation again.

How did this kind of cold joke make the eyes of those guests suddenly light up, as if they saw a alien alien, no, they should order a bunch of things as if they saw the dream lover of their dreams?

This does not seem to be in line with common sense consumer psychology.

At least it doesn't conform to the consumption psychology of normal people she knows - but if you look at it by the standards of non-normal people, there seems to be nothing to be curious about.

Bei Guran calmly put the omelet rice in front of the guests.

"Can you write on my omurice?" the guest asked with longing.

Today's No.11 is as requested above.

Bei Guran calmly grabbed the thing containing ketchup on the tray, "What does the master want to write?" she asked.

"You can write whatever you want." The guest said happily, covering his cheeks with his hands.

"..." Bei Guran wrote four Chinese characters without saying a word, put the omelet rice in front of the guest, left calmly and silently, and met another guest who was waving to her.

The guest looked down.

- double wages.

Bei Guran walked towards the kitchen with the empty cups and plates on the tray.

That's right, double wages today - for double wages, today's stupid April Fool's Day event, or the shortage of maids, she can take it lightly.

In addition, Watanabe Yumi's salary today belongs to her.

Due to a problem with the supply of chocolate raw materials, Watanabe Yumi left the store to check the situation, leaving only one sentence: "I will leave it to you today."

She wouldn't believe such a stupid lie—presumably it was just an excuse he made up because he had something else to do.

In any case, Watanabe Yumi's today has been given to her as a compromise condition after he was exposed.

So Bei Guran was in a happy mood.

"If~" A cheerful voice rushed into the kitchen of the store.

"..." Bei Guran looked up, he was a boy with short red hair, biting bubble gum, wearing casual clothes, looking childish and relaxed.

Is a handsome and cute, cheerful and energetic boy.

"Huh? If you're not here?" The boy blinked and blew a big bubble with bubble gum.

"Marui Bunta?" Bei Guran seemed to have a questioning tone, but he was basically sure.

"Yeah." The boy nodded, "Do you know me? Ah yes, if I'm not here?"

"..." Bei Guran pointed to the two boxes on the chair in a corner of the kitchen, "The shopkeeper told me to give you something as an apology."

"What about Ruoren?" Marui Fumta asked strangely.

"I'm making up my homework." Bei Guran said calmly.

"..." Fumita Marui blows so much that the bubble bursts.

Bei Guran ignored Bunta Marui and put the cake and coffee on the tray by himself.

"I'm doing my homework again. When will this habit of not starting to do homework until school starts tomorrow?" Marui Bunta sighed silently and muttered, walking to the box in the corner, "Obviously agreed to accompany me to the HOTEL Buffet eater——!" His voice suddenly paused, a flying smile appeared on his face, his purple eyes seemed to be glowing, and his whole body brightened up.

"Since I specially prepared a cake as an apology, I will forgive you~" He said with a smile.

Bei Guran walked out of the kitchen without looking sideways.

When she returned to the kitchen, Bei Guran had a bad feeling - she glanced at the chairs in the corner of the kitchen.

empty.

The two cake boxes had disappeared—or had been taken away by Bunta Marui who came and went in a hurry.

"..." Bei Guran stared at the chair for a long time, then slowly turned her head and went to do her work.

She knew Bunta Marui's name because the two cakes brought by Arimi Watanabe were specially prepared by the loli shop owner for two people.That's right, two people.

"Ruo~" A slightly uptick and at the same time contradictory mixed with drowsy and vague voice sounded.

"..." Bei Guran turned around.

I saw a ball of orange cotton, no, it was a boy with orange hair.

The second person is here, Akutagawa Jiro.

Bei Guran slightly raised her face to look at Akutagawa Jiro, in terms of height difference, she really had to look up, "..." Actually, Bei Guran was just a little curious why every time he saw his sleepy face that was dying Her first thought was - what a big ball of orange cotton.

This idea is a bit weird.

Bei Guran silently erased the thoughts in her mind, "The owner is not here," she said.

"Where is Ruo?" Akutagawa Jirou blinked and asked while yawning.

"Make up homework at home." Bei Guran said.

"..." Akutagawa Jirou tilted his head, his eyes were sleepy, "Ah!" He suddenly pointed at her and shouted, "You are the girl who skipped class and climbed the wall."

"..." Bei Guran looked at Akutagawa Jirou's expression of seeing aliens, and nodded calmly, "Yes."

"Where is Ruo you said just now?" Akutagawa Jirou turned back to the topic.

"Make up homework at home." Bei Guran repeated calmly.

"Oh." Akutagawa Jiro nodded meekly, and yawned again, looking lazily, as if he would fall asleep soon, "What about my cake? If you want to lend me my homework, make me a cake .”

"..." Bei Guran glanced at the empty chair in the corner, then looked up again, "Have you done your homework yet?"

"I didn't do it." Akutagawa Jirou said.

"..." Bei Guran looked at Akutagawa Jiro with eyes that didn't mean anything.

"The classmates in my class sorted it out for me. They will give it to me as soon as I come back from the Swiss dorm." Jiro Akutagawa yawned and explained quite docilely.

"Is there a sleepover for the tennis club in March?" Bei Guran asked.

"Yes!" Akutagawa Jiro rubbed his eyes and nodded cheerfully - as long as he mentioned tennis, it was like running from a gray world to another colorful and dazzling world.But he asked immediately: "I'm going back to sleep, what about the cake for me?"

"..." Bei Guran silently glanced at the empty chair.

I failed to change the topic, and I couldn't hide it anymore.

"..." Akutagawa Jirou looked at her expectantly, his eyes were wet.

Like a sheep full of expectations—how does this sentence seem to be a typo...

"..." Bei Guran finally sighed, and explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry that your cake was accidentally taken away."

"..." Akutagawa Jirou was silent when he heard the words, looking a little disappointed.

Bei Guran turned his head away, not looking at Akutagawa Jirou's obviously unhappy expression, "You can buy another copy in the store." She said.

Akutagawa Jirou seemed to think about it for a while, then he pulled his hand and grabbed the corner of Bei Guran's clothes, "Can you do it?" His eyes seemed to be shining a little, and he said straight away without waiting for Bei Guran's answer, "Yes or no." Do it for me!"

"I'm not a pastry chef." Bei Guran said.

No pressure at all.

"..." Akutagawa Jirou stared at her.

"..." Bei Guran looked up at him without any pressure.

"..." Akutagawa Jirou yawned, looking extremely sleepy.

"..." Bei Guran's eyes fell on the empty chair, and he sighed.

Forget it, she lost his dessert anyway.

Treat it as a debt and pay it off.

"Go and sit outside, and you have to pay." Bei Guran said.

Akutagawa Jiro blinked, as if a little strange, "Do you want to pay?" His slightly nasal voice is pleasant, a little soft, making people feel numb and itchy.

"Of course." Bei Guran said indifferently, "I pay for the labor, and you pay for the labor. It's fair."

"..." Akutagawa Jirou was stunned for a long time before he replied foolishly, "Oh."

This was probably the first time in his life that he asked a girl to make him a cake, but the girl asked him to pay for it.

Bei Guran vaguely felt that she read this kind of thing from Akutagawa Jirou's expression.

So... this sheep, no, how much is this boy doted on?

Speaking of which, he just said that the classmates in the class sorted out the homework for him for his reference-is this a proof of good popularity?It's a pity that whether he can read it or not is another matter... At least Bei Guran thinks that he should have fallen asleep as soon as he picked up the book.

She turned to look at the kitchen utensils.

"Bei?" The maid pastry chef who came in from the back door of the kitchen looked at Bei Guran strangely and began to use those things, "What are you going to do? Let me do it."

"A little thing." Bei Guran declined the young female pastry chef's help.

By the time Bei Guran came out of the kitchen with a plate of cake, it had been a long time.

So as a matter of course, she saw Akutagawa Jirou lying on the table and sleeping in a mess, silently placing the cake on the table, looking down as if thinking about whether to wake him up or not.

But the next moment, she didn't have to think about it anymore.

She noticed a hand stretched out, and then saw a burly and tall man standing beside her at some point, grabbing Jirou Akutagawa's collar with one hand and lifting him up.

Really picked it up with one hand.

Bei Guran raised his face slightly, and saw a tall boy with an expressionless face.The height difference is at least 32 centimeters - Bei Guran's intuition made an accurate judgment.

"Huadi, wake him up." Bei Guran heard a very special voice, magnetic and pleasant, and very familiar.

"Yes." The tall boy replied.

Soon, Jirou Akutagawa woke up under the powerful feeling of weightlessness, "Wow!" He cried out in panic.

He was thrown to the ground by that boy.

"..." Looking at this series of actions, Bei Guran suddenly understood the reason why Akutagawa Jirou fell from the ladder by the wall and was unharmed.

"Ci Lang, go back and make up the homework for me first." Said the special boy's voice.

Bei Guran turned his head and saw the young man standing there with his arms folded, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, as if his eyes were suddenly stimulated by the light.

Still standing against the light, still handsome, with an arrogant and dazzling smile on his lips, just like his own personality and appearance, gorgeous and high-profile.

The color of youth must be gorgeous.

But like the angry horse in fresh clothes, the red sleeve move by leaning on the bridge-this is definitely the wrong set.

However, when watching the flashy and delicate Jingwu with luxurious eyebrows and exquisite appearance enter the maid cafe, Bei Guran had to admit that he was a gorgeous and arrogant young man who had to be described in terms of fresh clothes and angry horses. .Although he was only wearing a dark blue shirt, which couldn't be more simple, no one could deny that he was the sun-like boy with tear moles shining at the corners of his eyes.

School has started, and the dazzling boy is back.

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter [-]

Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows, and looked at Bei Guran from top to bottom.

I can't tell what that look means, I just think it's very——strange.

"..." Bei Guran tilted his head to meet Keigo Atobe's gaze, but he didn't speak, his expression was cold and calm, and he didn't seem to respond to Keigo Atobe's scrutinizing gaze.

After a while, Bei Guran suddenly bent slightly towards Keigo Atobe who was standing at the door of the maid cafe.

"Welcome back, master." Bei Guran said calmly.

"..." Atobe Keigo was slightly stunned before he realized it, raised his eyes slightly, but just said to the tall boy, "Send Jirou back, Huadi, let him finish his homework."

"Yes." The tall boy answered simply, with a low voice, and then he easily picked up Jiro Akutagawa again and walked out of the maid cafe.I have to say, this boy is really strong.

"..." Bei Guran glanced at the cake on the table, and before Jingwu Atobe turned and left the door of the maid cafe, he suddenly called out, "Master Atobe."

"Ah?" Keigo Atobe answered with his arms crossed and his chin raised slightly.

"The money for the cake hasn't been paid yet," Bei Guran said.

"..." Atobe Keigo stared at Bei Guran's calm face, as if he wanted to see a hole in her face.

"The guest's cake has not been paid yet." Bei Guran said seriously and quietly.

Atobe Keigo's expression on his face for a moment was probably: ...

But he still reached out to take his wallet out of his pocket very quickly.

However, within ten seconds, Atobe Keigo paused again, raised his eyes and stared at Bei Guran for a while, then stepped forward.He stretched out his palms to press on the table, leaned down slightly, and almost got close to Bei Guran, "How can I remember that you still owe me money?" His voice was like a deep and magnetic cello playing, and the words were melodious. smooth.

Atobe Keigo is very close to Bei Guran.

He is a beautiful young man, not a gentle and delicate beauty, but a handsome and handsome dazzling.

At that moment, his razor-sharp sharpness, his awe-inspiring aura, and his aura surged forward in a frightening way.

However, such an ambiguous distance mixed with the warm breath of the other party created a thrilling and tense atmosphere.

"Yes." Bei Guran said without blinking, "40 yen."

The difference in height is seventeen centimeters.Intuition reported the number pleasantly and precisely.

Atobe Keigo tilted his head slightly, "Then charge it to your account." He said.

"..." Bei Guran raised his face slightly, his eyes flicked over the face with luxurious eyebrows and exquisite features, and finally his eyes fell on his phoenix eyes that were always sharp but now flat and a bit lazy, "Master Atobu, It's a fair deal for me to pay the labor, and he pays the corresponding financial resources." She said calmly.

"Ah?" The corners of Keigo Atobe's lips twitched slightly, "You mean," his eyes fell on the cake on the table, "you made it, not from a cafe dessert?"

Bei Guran's expression was slightly moved, and he glanced at Atobe Jingwu. The emotion in his eyes was unknown whether it was surprise or surprise or something else, but his tone remained cold from beginning to end: "Yes."

"So this money must be paid?" Atobe Keigo asked.

"When you put in extra labor, you need extra remuneration." Bei Guran said frankly.

Atobe Keigo looked at the face that always looked calm, finally stood up straight, took a step back, and smiled softly, "You are really as brazen as ever."

"Thank you, Master Atobe." Bei Guran said.

"Can a woman who only has money in her eyes still make cakes? It really surprises me." Keigo Atobe said, with sharp content but a strangely peaceful tone.

"No, I won't do it." Bei Guran denied it frankly.

"..." Keigo Atobe glanced over the cake again, "If you don't know how to do it, you still do it, aren't you afraid that someone will eat it and kill you?" He said maliciously.

"Master Atobu, don't worry, I'm basically not interested in life debts." Bei Guran said flatly, without any emotional fluctuations in his tone, "Besides, it's at most not suitable for you, Master Atobe, who is tricky." Taste, I will not let Master Atobe die before the debt is paid off."

Atobe Keigo faintly felt a strange subtlety.

There was a momentary cross on his forehead, but he immediately calmed down.

"Do you want to say that after you pay off the debt, I can die as much as you want, or do you decide to let the uncle die after paying off the debt, huh?" He asked calmly.

"No, I'm just making sure that Master Atobe will not die at my hands." Bei Guran replied.

"So which corner did you die on which day did Master Cursemoto die?" Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows nicely.

"Of course not. I believe that Master Atobe, as the heir of the future capitalists, will live a long life." Bei Guran said without blinking.

"..." Keigo Atobe felt inexplicably fooled.

The corners of Bei Guran's lips curled into a very shallow arc.

"Is this your incidental wish as the same money collector." Keigo Atobe snorted and said.

"Master Atobe is as keen as ever." Bei Guran affirmed frankly.

The tense atmosphere seemed to be gradually relaxing.

"..." Atobe Jingwu raised his eyebrows, and sat down on the seat next to him, with the back of one hand resting on his cheek, tilting his head and looking at Bei Guran calmly.

"..." Bei Guran blinked.

"As a maid, shouldn't I provide services to the master?" Keigo Atobe's voice was elegant and special, with a faint smile, "Now I am your master here."

"..." Bei Guran paused for three seconds, "Yes, Master." She continued smoothly, "What does Master need?"

"Wrong, first rule of maid etiquette is to serve the master with all my heart. When the master sits down, he should pull out the chair for the master, and ask the master to use 'please'." Keigo Atobe said calmly, with a slight smile on his lips, There was an indescribable expression on his face, and his tone seemed to be teasing and joking.

"..." Bei Guran paused again for three seconds, staring at Atobe Keigo's eyes that were clearly written with teasing, and said kindly, "May I ask what is the master's order."

"Wrong again, the second rule of maid etiquette, all actions are to make the master feel happy physically and mentally. The tone, demeanor, and movements are all unqualified." Keigo Atobe smiled with his chin in one hand.

With his appearance, for a moment, the thought that came to her mind was Monkey Mountain King or something.

"..." The corners of Bei Guran's lips curled up in an obedient manner, "May I ask what else is the master asking for?"

Keigo Atobe leaned back on the chair with his arms folded and said slowly, "You don't smile gorgeously."

"Master's praise." Bei Guran said.

Keigo Atobe smiled slightly, and his tone seemed to be deliberate teasing, "You still have a normal zombie face."

That smile was slightly wicked and wicked.

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm not very honored." Bei Guran said flatly.

Atobe Keigo tilted his head and looked at Bei Guran for a while, as if he couldn't see anything from that unchanging and calm face, he said leisurely: "Give me a cappuccino."

"Master, please wait a moment." Bei Guran walked towards the kitchen with the tray in his arms.

Atobe Keigo set his eyes on the very ordinary strawberry cake on the table.

Not long after, Bei Guran came back with a cup of cappuccino. The cappuccino in the white porcelain cup was full of foam, and the shape of leaves was painted on the surface.

She glanced at the strawberry cake on the table and said slowly, "Master, please use it slowly."

Keigo Atobe glanced at the cappuccino and gently pushed the cup across the table.

Bei Guran lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

Keigo Atobe had already raised his chin to signal the opposite chair, and said, "Sit down."

"..." Bei Guran looked at the table and was silent for a moment.

About a month ago, it was this "Fairytale" maid cafe, and it was this table, and it was this location, and it was a cappuccino.

"My uncle invites you to drink coffee. As a maid, do you need the master to stand up and invite you to sit down?" Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows and said, "Or, I want to show you how to pull a chair by the way?"

Bei Guran's gaze then swept across the entire maid cafe.

There were not many guests in the afternoon of April [-]st, but that didn't mean there were no guests.

But in a sense, it's a kind of maid cafe roll call - with a commission!

She still sat down on the chair opposite Keigo Atobe, "What advice can Master Atobe give you?" She folded her hands, and her gaze fell straight on Keigo Atobe.

"Today is April [-]st." Keigo Atobe said unhurriedly.

"Master Atobe credited 20 yen to the account at eight o'clock in the morning on March [-]." Bei Guran said indifferently.

Atobe Keigo raised his eyes, his tone was unclear, "I remember it very clearly."

"It's just a deep sensitivity to matters related to accounting." Bei Guran said frankly.

"..." Atobe Keigo felt that Bei Guran would cause a subtle pause in his expression every time.

"Master Atobe has declared that the loan period is one month, so the 40 yen will be remitted to Master Atobe's account on time at [-]:[-] am on April [-]." Bei Guran said.

"..." Atobe Keigo's eyes were locked on Bei Guran, and his fingertips seemed to brush the hair on his forehead inadvertently, "You..." He spoke slowly.

Bei Guran didn't look away, although Atobe Keigo's gaze at the moment can be said to be sharp and penetrating.

He is seeing through everything with those sharp eyes.

"Aida Maki's transfer application has been sent to the school." Keigo Atobe said slowly and word by word.

There was no real emotion in his tone.

"Really." Bei Guran's fingertips brushed the spoon on the cup tray of the cup of cappuccino, and he couldn't see the meaning of his expression.

"Thinking about it, you already expected that she would transfer schools." Keigo Atobe said firmly.

"Master Atobe was joking, I didn't decide on the Ice Emperor's misbehavior expulsion from school." Bei Guran said softly, but did not deny Atobe Keigo's statement.

"..." Atobe Keigo pressed his elbows on the table, fingers crossed, and his gaze became extremely sharp.

"..." Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged.

"Jiro said that you knew in advance that I had a tennis match with him that afternoon." Keigo Atobe said something unclear.

"..." Bei Guran lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"That counts as explaining the truth to me?" Keigo Atobe asked calmly.

Bei Guran began to stir the coffee with a spoon, his voice was cold, and his voice was very low, "I have to explain to Bingdi, after all, Bingdi has a system of expulsion for misconduct, at least for now, I still want to continue in Bingdi. studies."

"Oh?" Keigo Atobe raised the ending voice noncommittally, "What if I didn't go then?"

"If the assumption is not true, Master Atobe has already gone." Bei Guran said quietly.

"Are you betting?" Atobe Keigo apparently discovered Bei Guran's true meaning.

"Obviously I won the bet." Bei Guran did not deny it.

"Then you expected that Aida Maki almost had a nervous breakdown and almost committed suicide because of you?" Keigo Atobe stared at her with terrifyingly sharp eyes.

Bei Guran remained silent.

Her downcast eyes fell on the foam of the cappuccino, stirring slowly with a spoon.

Atobe Keigo's eyes rested on Bei Guran's right hand, and his expression eased for a moment.

Due to the need for maintenance after the dislocation and reconnection, she developed the habit of using her left hand.

After a long while, Jingwu Atobe's voice was lowered, and he rang out: "She resented you because of domestic violence, distrust of friends, and almost killed her friend. At that moment, she might do another extreme behavior besides committing suicide. Have you considered it?"

"Obviously I still won the bet." Bei Guran lowered his head halfway, the corners of his lips curled into a very shallow arc, "She didn't push me down, did she?"

"You are betting on whether she will wake up at that moment." Keigo Atobe's tone was a little cold.

"If she pushes me down, she will also jump off." Bei Guran slightly tilted his head and looked out of the window, with a cold tone, "A lie needs to be covered up with countless lies, she has no way to lie, she is desperate... "

"As long as you are not in her line of sight, no matter if you die or you leave Ice Empress, she will think of the facts that she can't lie to herself and break down." Keigo Atobe said lightly.

She didn't want to hint at Aida Maki to force her to have a nervous breakdown and commit suicide by jumping off the building...

She wanted to force Aida Maki to face the facts and wake up.

"'It's not the first time news of young people committing suicide has appeared. If you're not careful, Ice Emperor will also have the chance to break this zero record this time.'" Keigo Atobe repeated these words unhurriedly , without missing a single word, "How sure are you that choosing the rooftop of the building next to the tennis court will catch my attention and prevent her from jumping off the building?"

Bei Guran finally raised his eyes to look at him, but only said one sentence: "Kingwu Atobe is the king of Bingdi."

Cold, awe-inspiring, intertwined with a crisp sound when the blade and scabbard collide.

"..." Keigo Atobe was silent.

Bei Guran took a sip of cappuccino and broke the silence, "Master Atobe, do you have anything else to talk about? I still have work."

"..." Atobe Jingwu's sharp eyes were extremely scorching, "North Guran." The young man was slightly low-key, but revealed his unique arrogance and magnificence.

"Master Atobe, please tell me." Bei Guran raised his eyes to meet those eyes.

Atobe Keigo staring at Bei Guran's eyes made people feel forced to avoid it, "Hocho Taro's father is a lawyer, and he mentioned something during the sleepover."

"..." Bei Guran's fingertips slowly slid across the rim of the cup.

"On March [-]th, a girl from Ice Emperor went to his father's law firm to inquire about laws related to domestic violence and abuse." Keigo Atobe spoke calmly and at a medium speed, "Is it you?"

"Master Atobe must have seen the surveillance." Bei Guran said.

Keigo Atobe did not deny it, "Then, you went to Maki Aida's house."

Bei Guran sighed softly, his eyes fell on the crowd passing by outside the window, "Master Atobe checked very carefully."

Atobe Keigo turned his eyes away, and also looked out of the window, "You don't do things that you are not sure about. On March [-], you said that you will double the repayment within one month, but you have to delay it until the last day... "

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, falling on the two sitting in front of the window, feeling a little lazy and warm.

"... 40 yen has not been completed until today." Although it was a guess, Keigo Atobe said it very firmly. He stood up and looked down at her, with an illusion of tall figure.

"Hey, Bei Guran, I allow the loan period to be extended by one month."

"..." Bei Guran seemed to be a little surprised and looked back at Atobe Keigo.

Atobe Keigo strode towards the cafe, wearing casual clothes but not concealing his luxury.

However, at that moment, compared to his luxurious temperament, exquisite appearance, arrogant temperament, and arrogant demeanor - Bei Guran could only see his long, extremely soft shadow on the ground.

——"Ask about relevant laws to threaten..."

——"In addition, half a month ago, Aida Maki's parents' account had an extra 100 million."

——"Hey, Bei Guran..."

——"My uncle allows the loan period to be extended by one month."

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter [-]

In April, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the cherry blossoms are dancing.

On the first day of school on April [-], Bei Guran came late rather calmly.

To be precise, Bei Guran was waiting for the boy who was the King of Ice Emperor at the gate of Ice Emperor School to step out of his slender legs from the high-end private car amidst the eager and excited screams, and stretched out his white skin. The slender hands with well-defined knuckles walked towards Bingdi in an elegant and luxurious posture, and then slowly appeared at the school gate.

Atobe Keigo seems to be born to be the one that attracts the attention of all the people.

From the perfect arc of the lips to the perfect arc when the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, the corners of the sharp phoenix eyes are raised, and even the tear mole under the corner of the right eye seems gorgeous and enchanting. Charm parallel, gorgeous and elegant electricity.

Bei Guran silently waited until the end of the too dazzling King's Landing, and then walked slowly in the school among a group of boys and girls who were neither ordinary nor special.

There are some dust floating in the air in the early spring morning, passing through the lush leaves melodiously in the sun.

Bingdi's campus is actually very beautiful, with lush trees and beautiful scenery.

The air is not bad either.

Bei Guran looked at the energetic young girls who were greeting each other and gathering to talk in twos and threes, and inexplicably felt the head-on impact from the name "Youth's Vitality"—she walked forward without squinting.

There was an opening ceremony this morning, which should be the entrance of freshmen, speeches by freshman representatives, speeches by the principal, and school songs, and then they were disbanded and went to the classrooms.

Bei Guran sighed inaudibly.

By the way, there is also the transfer of a certain restless person.

This year is Class E of the third year, and it is not something that makes her happy to be in the third grade again.

When she sat in the auditorium and listened to the freshman's bold speech, the principal's brief speech, and finally left the auditorium, she arranged everything—of course, as always, she ignored the pointing, behind-the-scenes remarks, and seemingly ignorant comments from the surrounding students when they saw her. A mocking smile.

Before she transmigrated here, she was known as an old man with an immovable mentality.

So the passionate and turbulent opening ceremony of junior high school students is really nothing special to her, let alone stir up her emotions.

Just as the behavior of sweating happily does not arouse her interest in the slightest, the sports channel does not belong to her life.

She has very little strength, and she doesn't know how to fight, but she is not afraid of force. In addition, her student's physical fitness test has always been passed, not excellent or failing, but sixty points above the baseline-she has a good understanding of numbers. Natural acuity does not mean that she can accurately grasp the numbers, but that her intuition has already told her the answer before her brain can control those numbers.

In other words, she didn't have to use her head to hold numbers, even though she liked numbers.

These are not the point.

The point is that the opening ceremony is really a boring thing.

Speaking of which, if she didn't time travel, she should be in high school.

Bei Guran walked slowly on the campus, and there were people walking around, but no one stopped their eyes on Bei Guran.She was a little sleepy. She was busy until midnight last night, and now she doesn't have enough sleep.

The phone vibrated in his pocket.

Bei Guran took out his phone and took a look.

It's not a vibration, it's a memo reminder.She has always favored a clean, simple and effective lifestyle.

Then Bei Guran walked through a group of passionate teenagers, walked out of the school gate, and took a bus to the Tokyo Affiliated Hospital.

Today is the follow-up visit for her right arm. It has been a month, and she must at least ensure that her right arm is good. You must know that although she is ambidextrous, she is still right-handed at heart, and she does not want to get used to the days without her right hand.

The special smell of disinfectant in the hospital lingered on the tip of his nose, accurately stimulating the peripheral nerves in the cerebral cortex.

In addition, there is an inexplicable cold air in the hospital.

Anyway, it wouldn't make Bei Guran happy, but she still checked her right arm with great patience.

Bei Guran pulled his backpack and walked outside the hospital.

But she stopped suddenly, her eyes were clear but straight on the girl sitting in a wheelchair she met in front of her, without saying a word.

"..."

"..."

"Are you threatening Maki!" Rie Kanazawa, that's right, Rie Kanazawa.

She was in a wheelchair with a nurse pushing a wheelchair behind her, and she told the nurse to leave.

"You are very lucky. Three ribs were broken, internal organs were forced to bleed, your back was injured, and your hands and feet were broken. In this case, you survived and regained consciousness within a month." Bei Guran said coldly, "You are very lucky, If the pelvis is not broken and bleeding, it will be permanently disabled and there is no possibility of standing up."

Her tone was more indifferent than provocative, making her teeth chatter.

"That's not because of you!" Kanazawa Rie said directly and resentfully.

"..." Bei Guran remained silent, as if he had acquiesced in this matter, but his expression was more like a kind of indifference and ruthlessness that had nothing to do with himself.

"How can you stand here so shamelessly, harming so many people, but act like nothing happened, as if nothing has anything to do with you!" Kanazawa Rie was a little hysterical. If she hadn't been seriously injured, she might have rushed forward Choke her to death, bite off her neck, whatever, as long as Bei Guran is killed.

"Well, I didn't come to see you