[Three-year Class E] Asagao

The schoolbag in his hand was casually placed on the corner of the sofa, Xingzhi took a small knife specially used for opening letters from the room, and sat down on the floor in front of the small coffee table in the living room with the letter between his arms.

The gray skirt of the school uniform pleated skirt is not long, which also restricts her sitting posture to be upright.

The wax was carefully scratched from the bottom, and several stacked sheets of paper can be seen from the edge of the opening.

The unique smooth touch told her that this was the material of photos, Xingzhi laid them flat on the table and spread them out one by one.

These are a few group photos, and judging from the date left by the pen on the back, they were taken recently.

There are two people together, and there are three people.

Among them, the protagonist is a boy similar to Xingzhi, except that there is a girl beside him.

Because of his age, the cheeks that have not yet fully grown are a little baby fat, but the aura flowing between the facial features and the girl's smile let others know his personality at a glance.

——A very cute girl.

She rested her chin and quietly looked at the photo in her hand, she couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth.

My heart also relaxed a lot.

At this moment, Xing Zhi dug out the small transparent plastic bag that had never been used, and put the photos neatly in the bag into the drawer of the desk. In the corner of the drawer was a notebook with a fine leather cover.

Rubbing the lines on the cover with her fingertips, lowering her eyes, Xingzhi hesitated whether to open it at this time.

A sense of cold irony pierced sharply in his picked up heart.

She has never dared to open that notebook.

It was obviously what I had been looking for for a long time.

But it always gave her the illusion that it would pull her out of this world completely.

During the break, the students chatted separately in twos and threes as usual.

The topic that suddenly became unified was the disagreement about one's own name.

However, the pronouncing of Masayoshi Kimura's name as "justice" also surprised everyone, after all, they didn't usually hear teachers call it that way.

The boy sighed helplessly: "Because I specially asked the teacher to call me according to the traditional method..."

When Xingzhi came back from the bathroom, she was putting the handkerchief back into her pocket when she found a circle of people around Kimura's position at the door.

Seeing her coming in, the girls pulled her into the topic without hesitation: "Speaking of which, Xingzhi's name feels super awesome."

"Yes, when Chinese characters are written, I feel a kind of Japanese beauty."

"Ah... Mother is just interested in this aspect." Hearing this, she smiled slightly, and subconsciously remembered another name similar to her own, "But as for the name, I..."

The sudden cessation of words was proof that the girl realized something, and the gradually lowering volume caught the attention of the classmates around her.

"Xingzhi, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, but I don't know the meaning of these two Chinese characters." Shaking her head, the girl smiled and said half-jokingly, "Maybe it's just because it sounds better."

When it came to the name, she couldn't avoid thinking of the blood relative who was only one letter away from her.

——My name, like my brother's, is the masterpiece of my mother.

Derived from the name to the code name, the code name selected by lottery made everyone feel like they had more than an arrow in their knees.

What's more, they have to call each other by such terrible code names all day long. At first, they really felt extremely ashamed and couldn't help laughing, but after only a few hours, they got used to it.

Standing at the door of the classroom, the girls who had already changed into their sportswear waved to Xingzhi: "【Miss (お嬢さん)】, let's go to training together——"

Hearing that code name, she sighed.

——My code name, as expected, still sounds like the heroine in a shoujo manga.

Restraining the twitching of the corners of her mouth, she promised loudly: "Well, I'll come."

The training is still carried out on the back mountain, and it is completed in the mode of two teachers and policemen catching thieves.

Of course, if Mr. Sha took the shot, they would all be thrown into the "prison" in minutes, but of course Mr. Wujian, who is a soldier, is not an easy opponent to deal with.

The girl shuttled through the bushes and observed the movement around her. The vibration on her mobile phone was a message from Ritsu about her classmates who had been arrested.

Looking at the ever-increasing number of people and the calculated approaching position of the enemy, she said to herself with some headaches: "Hey, so fast..."

——This kind of situation is not far from a head-on confrontation with them. Although close combat is something she is good at, it hasn't come yet after all...

There was the sound of paint bombs piercing the air from behind her, and the girl immersed in her own thoughts quickly regained her senses to avoid it, and the paint bombs hit the leaves of the plants beside her crisply.

After rolling on the ground to close the distance and successfully concealing himself in the tree trunk, he judged the shooting point on the tree. The next second Xingzhi raised his weapon, he sighed, and the finger that pulled the trigger followed suit. put it down.

Not knowing what expression to make to the other party, she simply remained expressionless: "...Don't scare me like this, Mr. Zhong Erban."

The young man's red hair was very conspicuous among the thick leaves. Before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by an extremely fast and imperceptible friction sound.

【coming! ! 】

Everyone who was ambushing in this area shuddered and entered the alert mode.

Looking around, Xingzhi found that the only obvious target was herself, although she was not unable to entangle her.

——But such a non-emergency melee fight really begs to be let go.

The girl stretched out her hand and grabbed a tree trunk beside her, and climbed up with ease, as if she was in a panic.

Trying his best to ignore the other party's half-smile expression, Xingzhi pursed his lips and swallowed the question that was already on his lips.

——In this case, no matter what kind of plan you made just now, it won't work.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the finger of the teenager pulling the trigger, Xingzhi also loaded his own gun, lowered his center and straightened his arms.

Although the one in my hand is not suitable for long-distance sniping, but this level of interference is more than enough.

The paint bombs shot out were dodged as expected, but their purpose here was purely to cut off his retreat, the key still depends on the other side.

"Ah, it seems to be successful."

Near dusk, Shinohara House in Kyoto.

The crisp knock on the door echoed in the silent mansion, and the sound of the metal doorknob hitting the wooden board was exactly three times.

The maid in the house hastily put down the broom in her hand, and opened the door a crack: "Who is it..."

The lowered gaze gradually moved up from the position where the other party was wearing leather shoes, and when she met the other party's brown eyes with a gentle smile, she exclaimed softly: "Miss Xingzhi...!"

"Well, I'm back, A Jiang."

The slender figure of the girl is warmed by the setting sun, and the silhouette on the ground is slightly elongated by the light.

"Xingzhi? Why did you arrive so soon? It hasn't been long since you finished school..." Probably heard Ajiang's voice, and Hejiu's footsteps came from not far away.

Facing the woman's doubts, she smiled, rubbing her fingers lightly on her cheeks: "A little... a little skill."

"So let's get down to business, Auntie, why did you call me back for...?"

Seeing the woman's expression gradually becoming serious after hearing the words, she also suppressed her smile, and her brown eyes became more and more dark.

Inexplicably, she felt panic in her heart.

Back in time, just after school, the setting sun slanted in from the classroom windows, and the color of the wooden desks and chairs was like an overly rich dark shadow, making the tone of the whole picture dim.

Teenagers and girls left the classroom one after another in twos and threes. Xingzhi, a student on duty, was still sitting in his seat after finishing all the tidying up, pressing something on the phone screen.

On the table was a schoolbag that had been prepared long ago, but there was no sign of it being removed for a long time. The owner of the bag was obviously caught by an emergency.

There was news from Hejiu that she was asked to go back temporarily now.Sighing, the girl closed the text message interface.

"Student Xingzhi still not going back?" Rolling up a roll call book, Teacher Sha's face was reflected from the classroom window, "School is already over."

"Hmm... there's something wrong." Rubbing her hair, she browsed the schedule of the Shinkansen on her mobile phone, "Maybe I have to go back..."

Walking to the girl's side and looking down at the timetable in her hand, the tentacle that killed the teacher closed the cover of her mobile phone: "Going back to the capital? Then I will give you a ride for the teacher."

"Eh?"

"Anyway, I'm starting to miss the taste of the last dim sum hahahaha." Seemingly embarrassed, the yellow tentacles rubbed the blush on his face, "Then let's enjoy the sunset in Kyoto together." .”

Having fully experienced the fear of being dominated by Mach's speed, Xingzhi still felt a little unreal when his feet finally landed on the ground.

She raised her hand and glanced at the pointer on the watch that didn't change a lot, and noticed the movement of the octopus-like creature behind her, who wanted to leave but stayed behind. Xingzhi tilted her head: "Mr. Kill, isn't he planning to go in?"

"Ah, after all, there must be something important to call Xingzhi back to your home at such a time." The soft and smooth tentacle hand patted her head lightly, "I don't want to bother you as a teacher..."

The girl easily exposed some aspects of the other party's careful thinking, and said with a smile: "Then as a return gift, I will treat the teacher to a snack."

What the other party showed was flattered, but it was expected with some planning.

"Hey! Then, as a teacher, it's better to be respectful than obedient!"

The laughing girl poked out the pink bubbles around it: "Ah, there is one more thing to kill Teacher."

"?"

"Although it's not necessarily a fixed number, it's better to ask for a vacation in advance." Calculating the time, Xingzhi pursed her slightly dry lips, the light in her eyes dimmed, "Maybe this time there will be a longer delay, but I'll try to come back on Teacher Irina's birthday."

But he didn't hear the other party's answer for a long time, when Xingzhi raised his eyes, he felt an extra weight on his shoulders.

"Don't push yourself too hard, Xingzhi-san."

On her usual grinning face, she could see a bit of concern and worry.

However, it is not the first time that this teacher cares about each of their classmates, it has always been like this.

Even for this she is no exception.

That's why she has the courage, so she...

—and long to find an end.

"Don't worry, teacher." Smiling, the girl who was hesitant to drop her hand finally patted the long yellow object on her shoulder, and the setting sun covered her young face with a golden halo.

"I still want to graduate from you."

It was night, and Xingzhi, who was copying several documents in the study instead of Hejiu, moved her neck. After the clicking sound of stiff joints, she picked up the teacup kept warm at the side, and her eyes were blurred by the steaming heat, and she looked over the table between the two of them. The computer and files left on Yi Ye who just came back not long ago.

Suddenly thinking of the photos he saw a few days ago, Xing Zhi bent his eyes: "That girl, sister, I think it's pretty good."

"Ah?" After being stunned for a moment, the boy's face began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Well, for the time being... Thank you for the compliment."

He couldn't help but hit back at the more sly smile of the girl on the other side: "Don't bother talking about me, what about your own side?"

"Me?" Yawning, the girl pointed at herself with her index finger, then waved her hand, as if trying to dispel some unrealistic fantasy, "What do you think I can do?"

A true expression of "what can I do, I am also desperate".

"Ah..." Sensitively seeing the complex emotions in Xingzhi's eyes, Yiye sighed helplessly, "You really, have always been like this."

Before Xingzhi could make any response, he changed his tone, but the question he asked didn't surprise the girl opposite: "If... if our eldest brother is still alive, what would you do?"

Blinking her eyes, the girl who noticed her inner thoughts curled up a wry smile, with a little self-mockery.

She might, desperately, go get him back.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Kazuno narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of obvious threat in his tone.

"Don't think about taking care of it all by yourself." The tip of the pen in the boy's hand pressed against her, "Especially now that I'm also the holder."

"...To be honest, this is not a good suggestion for you."

Surprised, Xingzhi still did not forget to file the opponent verbally, but there was indeed something warm in his chest, gradually dissipating those cold and stiff things.

She smiled and whispered silent words.

But it's rare to be candid.

- Then thank you.