After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

299.

Today is my first week in Yokohama.

I think I have good reason to suspect that Grandpa has planned for a long time to transfer me to Yokohama.

If it hadn't been planned early, how could grandpa take me to school directly on Monday and let me go to class!

At that time, the greasy bald dean rubbed his hands with a flattering (?) smile on his face: "Mr. Shiina, don't worry, I will take good care of your granddaughter. I promise! Saki will get the best in our school." education!"

When I heard this sentence, I panicked, and my intuition told me that it was not a good thing.

Half an hour later, my ominous premonition was confirmed.

To be honest, I know that this kind of information transfer between multiple people is prone to problems.And I was mentally prepared for this kind of thing, but...

How did the teacher here pass the words? Hey!Why do all the teachers think that I am the kind of excellent student with A+ in all subjects? Hey!

When I was called by the new teacher for the fourth time and received her expectant gaze, I was already numb.

The question that was obviously beyond the cognition of middle school students just now was like a bible, it went in from one ear to the other and came out from the right, without leaving a trace or causing any waves in my mind.

I showed a salty fish face that had been ravaged by life to the point of numbness, and then told the teacher very frankly that I would not.

The teacher's hopeful expression suddenly turned into disappointment and confusion, and I could even see clearly that her eyebrows quickly turned into a figure eight.

【Is Shiina-san feeling unwell?Shiina-san must be in a bad mood today, right?Is Shiina-san shy because she arrived at a new school? 】

It seems that this teacher still firmly believes that I am a good student with excellent grades.

Then I stretched out my ruthless iron hand and personally shattered this beautiful fantasy.

【No, teacher.I didn't understand a word of your question just now. 】

Then the young female teacher asked me to sit down with a look of bewilderment. The students around me seemed to be shocked by my feat, and their expressions seemed to reveal a strong sense of reverence.

Probably because I was shocked by my head iron.

Forget it, let's just be the first iron.

It's better than letting this teacher misunderstand me until the monthly exam.

Yes, no matter what, the monthly exam will definitely reveal its original shape.

When school was over, the greasy dean appeared in front of me again. He continued to wear a strange flattering smile, rubbed his hands and asked me how I felt.

.......

I don't have any school testimonials, thank you.

All in all, I just pulled something and fooled the dean.

When I walked out of the school gate, I took a deep look back at the middle school.

【Yokohama Junior High School】

That's right, it's that simple and rude.

The four big metal characters of Yokohama Middle School stand powerfully on the school gate, but any sunlight can blind the eyes of passers-by.

I really don't know how grandpa found this school.

I really don't know what strange things the dean has ordered the teachers.

300.

By the time I settled down in Yokohama, I had already gone to school for five days.

Oh damn!

My beautiful girl's youth was wasted in the math class of the bald teacher!

Then on the way home from school on Friday, I received a message from Mr. Chuya.

Oh, it's been a whole week of googling.

I guess Mr. Chuya must have been tricked by an unscrupulous boss again.

[Central Plains]: Oh, are you going to live in Yokohama?

[Zhong Yuan]: I have time this weekend, should I take you out for fun?There is a new dessert shop opened in the nearby commercial street, I think a little girl like you should like it very much.

[It's saki not misaki]: Good!

[It's saki, not misaki]: Cats look forward to.jpg

Dessert!Hang out with Mr. Nakaya!

For a while, I couldn't tell which of these two things was more attractive to me.

Anyway, Mr. Nakaya and I quickly settled on a time, and then began to look forward to the arrival of Saturday.

301.

"Grandpa, grandpa, do you think my dress looks good!"

When I walked up to my grandfather, the old man exposed his eyes from above the newspaper, then frowned and glanced at me up and down.

Well, I know this dress isn't great.

Although grandpa didn't say anything, I saw a question mark slowly appearing on his head.

This is probably all in the legend.

I shook my head and went upstairs, continuing to pick through my closet.

I looked up in the mirror before taking off the clothes I was wearing.

Is this dress ugly?

I looked at the colorful polka-dot skirt on my body.

not bad!

Isn't it cute!

302.

I ended up showing up on the side of the road in my normal t-shirt and normal pleated skirt.

Yes, I'm that uncreative.

T-shirt and pleated skirt is just a replica of T-shirt and shorts.

Anyway, an ordinary collocation can never go wrong, because it has no shortcomings other than ordinary.

While waiting for Mr. Nakaya, I suddenly felt a little regretful.

What if Mr. Nakaya rides a motorcycle again?

Damn, I shouldn't be wearing a skirt!

303.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, Mr. Chuya appeared in front of me on time.

Ah, great, he came by car today!

I looked at the sleek sports car and was once again impressed by how rich Mr. Nakaya is.

"Let's go."

I got into the co-pilot, and Mr. Nakaya reached out to fasten the seat belt for me.

Well, it was just an ordinary seat belt, not like what was described in TV dramas or novels at all.

There is no ambiguous atmosphere and no passion.

There is also no exciting scene where the hero and heroine get close to each other and breathe together.

Mr. Nakaya just reached out his hand very quickly, and then pressed it into the lock.

The whole movement is done in one go, so there is no time for people to think about it.

This is probably the difference between reality and TV drama.

Mr. Chuya took me to a commercial street.

It was the street where I ran into Yukimura last time.

He led me into a newly opened dessert shop. As soon as I entered the door, I could smell the aroma of bread.

Hmm, I remember that some girls in the class seemed to be talking about coming here after school.

At that time, a girl with short black hair came to invite me, but I refused on the grounds that I wanted to go home for tutoring.

Don't ask, asking is the instinct of a dead house-rejecting other people's invitations like a conditioned reflex in a new environment.

My mouth responds even faster than my brain.

"Welcome~"

The ladies in uniforms and aprons began to recommend their new products to me.

My eyes gradually drifted to the menu behind her.

Huh?This store is full of matcha desserts!

Matcha mille-feuille, matcha smoothie, matcha chocolate...

I, Shiina Saki, will be living here today!

"Today there is a package for couples that is on sale, do you want to try it?"

I was stunned for a moment when I heard this question, and then I habitually wanted to explain: "Ah, we don't..."

After speaking halfway, I immediately closed my mouth again.

hateful!Damn mouth, why are you so excited!

Mr. Nakaya didn't say anything, wouldn't it be nice to let this beautiful misunderstanding continue?

I looked up at Mr. Nakaya, he raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then looked down at me very naturally.

I looked back without hesitation.

Then he took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his coat: "Okay, then I want this package."

304.

I ate the matcha ice cream without a bite.

The ice cream has a delicate taste, and it melts in the mouth with a sweet tea aroma.

"Mr. Chuya."

I raised the shiny silver spoon and poked Mr. Chuya suddenly.

He who was cutting the cake suddenly raised his head, showing a puzzled expression.

I squinted my eyes and looked down.

"Actually, this is the first time I saw you here."

Then looking at his expression, he suddenly became astonished, and the expression in his blue eyes seemed even more puzzled than before.

"There, the corner over there."

I show him my finger.

"At that time, a black car was crossing the road, and then Mr. Nakaya rushed over on his motorcycle!"

I began to describe the scene of that day in a rambling manner, and the more I talked, the more excited I became.

Thinking about it now, that scene is really a scene that only appears in movies!

I couldn't help but tapped on the table with the hand holding the spoon, and then asked a question that had been in my mind for a long time: "Who the hell was Mr. Chuya chasing that day? I thought Mr. Chuya My job is to talk about business and sign contracts.”

Then he lost control of the strength all of a sudden, the cake-cutting hand stopped heavily, the knife rubbing against the plate made a harsh noise, and I even vaguely saw a shallow scratch on the porcelain.

Mr. Nakaya also quickly realized his gaffe, he raised his hand in embarrassment and looked at the scratches on it.

Then he looked up at me with more embarrassment.

No, rather than embarrassment, I think his current expression is more flustered.

It's like the kind of look you have when your parents find out that you didn't do your homework or did something wrong when you were young.

This made me even more curious.

"Mr. Chuya?"

I tilted my head and called softly.

"Ah..." The scene that had just been still was suddenly broken, he hurriedly put the knife aside, and then cleared his throat in a serious manner.

"This...in fact, I was chasing a customer who didn't keep his word."

Mr. Nakaya looked at me very seriously, with a very sincere tone.

Well?

Is that right?

"He wants to get the goods without giving money."

Mr. Nakaya hastily added another sentence.

Although this explanation seems to be made up now, but...

Mr. Nakaya's appearance of being very worried about my exposing the lie really made me unable to stop asking.

Forget it, let the children go.

I sat up straight obediently, then nodded knowingly.

Almost visible to the naked eye, I saw that Mr. Nakaya breathed a sigh of relief, and even his expression immediately relaxed.

"However, Mr. Nakaya was really handsome at the time."

I said this with a smile when he was completely relaxed.

Then, with my good eyesight, I saw that Mr. Chuya's ears turned pink, and his expression became very unnatural.

He quickly looked away, reached out and touched the tip of his nose, and then looked at me a little nervously: "Yes, is there?"