[The cooking club successfully joined, and the seniors and sisters warmly welcome them, and they seem to get along very well. 】

[The opening ceremony also passed smoothly. 】

【...Speaking of which, the freshman representative is actually the prison temple-kun who returned my wallet on the subway this morning. He looks very fierce, so why are his grades so good?It is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. 】

[The classmates also got to know each other. Everyone is very powerful and friendly. After introducing themselves, they were applauded and encouraged. Well, I’m just a little shy...]

On the way home, Xingyin walked on the country road leading to her home while wandering in the sky.

On the nearby sports field, the energetic boys were still playing baseball. The beating and shouting did not interrupt Xingyin's train of thought, but the jingling of bells behind her made her stunned, and she quickly turned to the side Walk.

A very sunny and handsome boy passed by Xingyin on a bicycle. There was a long stick-shaped thing wrapped around his back, and a small part was exposed, which could be vaguely seen as the handle of a wooden knife.

The boy raised his smiling face and greeted Xingyin very brightly: "I'm sorry, I'm a little rushed, let's go first."

Xingyin looked at him and replied with a nonchalant smile, "Bon voyage."

Xingyin watched the boy step out of the two cars on his bicycle, and suddenly heard a shout from behind:

"Hey!! Be careful!! Get out of the way—!"

When Xingyin turned her head, she saw a small white ball coming towards her with the sound of wind.

She was completely stunned, her mind went blank, and she seemed unable to even move her body.

Unbelievable things happened at this moment.

The young man who had clearly gone a long way on his bicycle let go quickly, and with a flash, he was already in front of Xingyin.

He held the wooden handle exposed behind his back, pulled it out smoothly, and waved it smartly.

There was a loud bang.

The wooden knife tip slid past Xingyin's pen tip, her long hair was blown by the wind, and she even heard the sound of the wind when she swung the knife.

The dust has settled.

Xingyin was completely dumbfounded, she slowly turned her head and looked ahead of the road, only the front wheel of a bicycle lying on the ground was still idling in vain.

"Hey! Be careful!"

The boy stood by the side of the road and shouted to the playground from a distance.

The other side waved his hand and shouted loudly as an answer.

The boy took back the wooden knife, put it on his back again, turned around to look at the silly Xingyin, and asked with concern, "Are you all right? Are you scared?"

It was only then that Xingyin felt a little scared of the rest of her life. She had a sore nose, and she immediately began to cry: "...it's okay."

The boy showed a shameful expression: "You don't look like you're okay..."

"In short, thank you very much." Xingyin looked up at the boy, thought for a while, and added, "You were handsome just now!"

"Ahaha..." The boy smiled and scratched the back of his head, "Is it really all right?"

"Well, no problem, thank you."

Xingyin watched the boy come forward, picked up the bicycle, and rode on it again, but she didn't forget to turn her head and say to Xingyin: "Then I'll take a step first."

"Ah."

Xingyin nodded, watching the boy leave in a hurry, she suddenly came to her senses.

"what!"

"Oops! Forgot to ask his name!"

"Looking at the school uniform, it should be the same as me and Sheng Sheng. I will ask him when I meet in the future."

Xingyin let out a long sigh of relief, calmed down her flustered mood, and walked back home with her schoolbag on her shoulders.

Xingyin was thinking about the various incidents she encountered today, and at the same time, she came near the door of the house unknowingly.

A large truck was parked in front of the neighbor's Fujiwara house, and the capable Mrs. Fujiwara was majestically directing the movers to remove all the important furniture from her home.

Xingyin stopped in front of the car, looking at the busy figures of the workers a little confused.

It was Mrs. Fujiwara who saw her first.

"Xingyin, is the first day of high school starting today?" Mrs. Fujiwara greeted her enthusiastically, "How do you feel?"

"Mrs. Fujiwara." Xingyin replied with a smile, "Not bad, very happy."

Mrs. Fujiwara stroked Xingyin's long hair, and said lovingly, "Come on in the new school. You live alone again, so you won't feel lonely if you have more friends."

Xingyin nodded, and then went to look at the worker who was moving the furniture: "Ms. Fujiwara, what's wrong?"

"Ah, because of my husband's work, I have to move." Mrs. Fujiwara explained softly, "There will be new residents moving in tomorrow. Xingyin needs to get along well with them."

"Hmm..." Xingyin was a little disappointed, "Are you really going to move out?...I will miss you all."

Mrs. Fujiwara laughed: "Really, even if you move away, you can still keep in touch with me in the future?"

Thinking about it, Xingyin nodded, stood at the door and watched Mrs. Fujiwara get into the car, and waved goodbye to her.

[New neighbor, what kind of person is he? 】

[I hope it's the kind that gets along well with Mr. Fujiwara's family. 】

Thinking of this, Xingyin turned around and took out the key to open the door and go home.

In the morning, Xingyin woke up early.

She no longer wants to recall the tragic experience of yesterday's crowded subway rush hour, and she chooses to get up early to avoid the crowd.

The street was quiet in the early morning. After Xingyin walked out of the residential area and set foot on the country road, she couldn't help running forward eagerly.

[It seems that the students in the sports department will get up early in the morning to practice. 】

[It's hard work just thinking about it. 】

【...only ran for 5 minutes...】

Xingyin stuck her knees and took a few breaths.

[Why am I so bad at sports, so angry. 】

"Are you all right?" A figure easily followed up from behind, and stepped in front of Xingyin, "If you run too fast, you will get tired easily, jog, jog."

His voice was so familiar, Xingyin froze for a moment, and began to recall where she had heard this voice before.

When she looked up, she recognized the boy.

"It's you." Xingyin said in surprise.

The boy also recognized Xingyin, and immediately raised a sunny smile: "Ah, what a coincidence, do you also do morning exercises?"

It was only then that Xingyin realized that he was wearing sportswear, with a little sweat on his neck, and white mist-like steam exuding from his body, he looked much more professional than himself when he had a whim.

Xingyin blushed a little, she explained dully: "...Hey, I just ran around when I saw no one."

The boy smiled knowingly, and didn't bother with this question, but said kindly: "Then be careful, you are wearing leather shoes, they are not suitable for long-term running."

Xingyin nodded repeatedly and hurriedly thanked her.

The boy didn't stay long, smiled and nodded to Xingyin, and quickly ran forward, before disappearing.

Xingyin watched his back disappear from the field of vision, and stopped running forward. She walked forward with her schoolbag and said to herself:

"Ah, it looks like it belongs to the sports department."

"And the exercise seems to be very powerful."

"Yesterday, I remembered that he was wearing the same school uniform as mine, and the color of the bow tie was the same as mine. He must be a freshman."

"I don't know which club he joined? But people who are serious about exercising like this are welcome in every sports club, right?"

"Maybe it's the baseball club? You looked cool when you hit the baseball yesterday..."

"Ah! Maybe it's the Kendo Club, doesn't he carry a wooden knife with him?!"

……

It wasn't until Xingyin stepped on the less crowded subway and swiped at the screen of her mobile phone that she suddenly felt blessed and remembered a huge problem.

【what! ! ! 】

[Why did I forget to ask his name again! ! ! 】

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