Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School ushered in their dismissal time.

However, the entrance to the college, which should have been full of laughter and laughter, was slightly stagnant at this moment due to some unexpected situation. All those who passed by and raised their heads accidentally looked at it sideways, then slowed down and looked there secretly.

There was a silver sports car there. The students who didn’t care about cars couldn’t even understand the brand, but the knowledgeable students stared at the beautiful aluminum body with Champion Silver paint and a lot of chrome decoration, and the tires. It's the Michelin Pilot Sport 4S.

"Good afternoon, Ritsuka."

The person who said this is a beautiful woman.

Although people have different definitions of beauty since ancient times, and everyone has their own opinions on whether they are tall, short, fat or thin, but at least the woman in front of her undoubtedly meets the requirements of beauty in the 21st century.

Gao Xin's body curves, delicate and moist skin, and clear facial features. From top to bottom, you can see the eyebrows, the nose is small and straight, and the lips are like rouge. The street lamp at the school gate illuminated her, and the light couldn't help but flow on her long black and soft hair.

The slender legs stretched out from the pale silver door of the C8 Spyder, making the children of Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School completely avoid looking at her, but they did not dare to be too showy, because when a woman looks at her, she has a certain elegance and elegance. His temperament makes people attracted by him, makes him feel ashamed and dare not blaspheme.

But fortunately, they have that adult.

"Hello~ Miss Sakura, good afternoon."

The student council president of Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School, Ritsuka Fujimaru, ran out of the college lobby. JC's skirt was different from the one in the anime. It actually stretched to the knees. Even so, the running figure of the girl is still full of dreamy elements and longing-for enthusiasm.

Sakura Yabuki opened the car door and stepped out, standing in a respectful posture.

"Yeah hello Ritsuka."

The smile on Miss Sakura's face did not diminish, but she was thinking secretly in her heart. Isn't hello the way to say hello? Otherwise, why would she add "good afternoon" at the end?

Female junior high school students are really complex creatures.

As for the title "Ritsuka", it was the result of discussion with the girl. Because of the age difference between Fujimaru Ritsuka and Minamoto, it was a bit troublesome to address them at first. After realizing this problem, she took the initiative to express that she had always been indifferent.

Since Crow and Yasha were relatively older, they would naturally say "Fujimaru" when addressing their juniors, so they decided to stick to this title. In turn, Fujimaru called the two seniors.

There are no special rules, but when two people are called this, they will obviously show happy expressions.

The age gap between Yabuki Sakura and Minamoto Titsuka and Fujimaru Ritsuka is not that big. In addition to the sister card sent to Miss Sakura before, Miss Sakura also acquiesced in the name Fujimaru Ritsuka called her. He was even more unrestrained in calling him Ritsuka.

Yuan Zhisheng should have been like this, but for some reason he expressed his unwillingness to be beaten to death.

It can't be because of shyness, right? It’s not like we’re cousins ​​visiting during the Chinese New Year.

"I'm here to pick you up to attend a family meeting. Let's talk about the rest while walking."

"ok~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned around and said goodbye to his friends such as the student union's accountant and clerk one by one, and got into the car under their fascinated gazes. Only a few people were left standing there, as well as Yabuki Sakura who bowed her head.

But after a while, the silver Spyker started and the limousine left the entrance of Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School, and the noise from the crowd started.

"Are you lying?! Is the president's family so rich?"

"I met my father and mother at the president's parent-teacher conference, and I didn't think they looked particularly wealthy."

"Indeed. Wait, who did you call mom and dad just now!"

"Wait a minute, if it wasn't the family car, she wouldn't be the president."

At this time, a dark and desperate suspicion was born in everyone's heart.

"Impossible!! I don't approve of the president being taken care of by a beautiful sister or something like that!!"

"Shut up! I'm not here to hear this kind of thing!!"

"Why do you specifically choose this kind of thing to report!"

Suddenly, the crowd roared in despair, as if this was the starting point of a biological crisis. Some people even began to chase the silver Spyder, whose taillights had long since disappeared, after their faces trembled violently.

The posture was like an extra in World War Z, running regardless of the body's joints and the image of life.

They ran and shouted.

".Will we meet again? President?

You want to be happy when we see each other again, okay?

President, you have to be happy, you have to be happy, are you so happy, happy! It doesn't matter if you don't have me in your world anymore, you want your own happiness to last forever!

President!

President, how can I live without you?

President! ! President! ! "

In the distance, passers-by passing by Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School, parents stopping by to pick up their children from school, and students from other schools who had agreed with their friends to go out to KTV after school, fell into fear as they looked at this abstract and chaotic campus. and in surprise.

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The Spyker C8 Spyder swept up the wind and sand on the street, and flew away amidst the surprised or envious expressions of others.

As the name suggests, the convertible sports car is not blocked by the roof frame bracket. Miss Sakura's beautiful long hair is also dancing with the violent wind. Combined with the soft kimono she is wearing today, she looks like a stunning woman by the Jiangnan River. Her clothes are better than snow, and her wide sleeves are flying. , The beautiful eyes are as clear as autumn water, the delicate dimples are as white as gelatin, and the whole body seems to have a faint brilliance.

Wow wow wow wow~

Fujimaru Ritsuka screamed strangely in his heart. In Japan, people usually only wear kimonos during festivals or special festivals, and they are not seen on the road at all on weekdays.

Firstly, it is because it is too expensive and no one is willing to give it up. Secondly, because it is quite difficult to control. Only Japanese-style beauties who perfectly grasp the four words "feminine and elegant" dare to keep their clothes on. What's more, Yabuki Sakura even showed up at the gate of the middle school without a care in the world. The car was parked for ten minutes.

Looking at it this way, Ms. Yabuki Sakura’s professional qualities are at the level of a heroic spirit!

“The students in your school are very enthusiastic.”

However, even Miss Sakura, whose psychological quality has reached an inhuman state, seemed to be severely shocked by the scene she just saw.

"Although it's not the first time I've met you, the students in your school all trust you."

"We are all good kids."

Fujimaru Ritsuka propped up her face, leaned her elbows on the folded glass window, and squinted her eyes to enjoy the strong wind.

Although the ancients said: If you don’t marry, why flirt?

But Fujimaru Ritsuka really didn't have this consciousness, or she was helpless.

Just like the Celtic knight she knew well, Diarmuid Odina. Even if he doesn't want it, the curse-like tear mole will still destroy all the good things related to him in the world.

Fujimaru Ritsuka wonders if she has become a heroic spirit in the other side of the blurred memory, and the first inherent skill above is [Charm: EX]. Sometimes she may not learn social skills to shorten the distance between people. , but to prevent people around her from really having excessive feelings of love for her, just like she deliberately played the sister card on Miss Sakura first.

Of course, there is no need to talk to Miss Sakura about this kind of thing.

Yabuki Sakura didn't know that Fujimaru Ritsuka had thought about so many things just now. She just took out a piece of clothing from the compartment next to the driver's seat and placed it on the girl's lap.

"Put it on. Although I don't mind, I still need to pay attention to etiquette in front of everyone."

Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up the clothes, and the oncoming strong wind automatically unfolded them, revealing his whole face.

"Dress. No, this is a men's black suit, right? Is it really okay to wear something like this~"

"Young Master also doesn't want you to show off your strengths other than your strength too much, so please be patient."

Faced with Fujimaru Ritsuka's teasing, Miss Sakura just took a huge black cloak from her hand and gently put it on Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Sorry, because the only thing left in the garage is the convertible. Use this to cover yourself and change quickly."

"ok~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's costume change speed is very fast. After all, rapid costume change is an essential skill for "magicians".

magician, magician.

Phew. Masterpiece.

Cheers to her cold joke, the girl had already put on the prepared dark uniform in just a few seconds.

After getting rid of the dark and cumbersome cloak, she lifted her hair, and the red hair was smoothed back by the fierce wind. The air flow seemed to be well coordinated, making the hair dance and sway in the air, making her fair and beautiful. His face looked quite heroic at the moment.

Yabuki Sakura took a peek in the rearview mirror and sighed in her heart that you are so beautiful. Who can compare to you, Takuya brother from Tokyo?

"Speaking of -"

Fujimaru Ritsuka held her hair tie in her hands with her lips pursed, her fingertips traced the citrus spray behind her head that was bathed in neon lights, and whispered inarticulately.

"In front of the parents? I thought it was just the boss who introduced me to the executive board. The parents would only talk behind their backs and would not show up. I have to go directly to the parents then?"

"That only shows that you have such value."

Miss Sakura chuckled, and the speed of the sports car slowed down.

They arrived.