The days when the military division mixed Lihai

When it was just dawn, the brown-haired boy with a tennis bag boarded the train bound for Tokyo, and sat down in an unremarkable corner in the sparsely populated carriage.

Liu Lian-er always likes to go to Tokyo by car at this kind of time. Usually, it is still dark when he arrives there, so he can have enough free time to wander around the quiet streets, and occasionally walk into a certain morning on a whim. Visit the opened calligraphy and painting shop.

Liu put the tennis bag under his feet, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, tuned it to his own number, hesitated for a moment, and stuffed it back.

He sat quietly for a while, and when he unconsciously touched his pocket, he suddenly felt that he was so ridiculous: he just moved and didn't tell him... Uh... It's not that it's not too much... But he said There is no need to make it like this now...

Liu Lian Er silently swearing: she looks like a husband who spent the night outside with a determined determination to die and comes back dejectedly to ask his wife for forgiveness...

——Even if the little girls in the school covered their faces and guessed, they didn't really have an affair with him...

Liu looked at the back of the head of the man who was sitting a few rows away, and decided to ignore the glasses demon king, and instead dialed the number of his minister.

After hearing the "beep" sound and being connected, Liu listened to Yukimura's very sober response of "Renji", quickly looked down at the time of 25:[-] displayed on the watch, and sighed. : "You didn't sleep well..."

——The basis for saying this is the words "Seiichi's third habit, the habit of turning off the phone when sleeping" clearly written in his Data.

The beauty minister silently said "I regret it at the beginning", and immediately knowing that the other party couldn't see, he raised his usual gentle smile: "What a coincidence, I just got up to go to the bathroom, and I heard your call, Lian Er."

Liu couldn't help but twitched his lips: "Minister, the probability of this kind of thing happening is less than 0.23%..."

Yukimura: That’s why I said it was a coincidence~

Liu: ... Jingshi... Do you want me to send you a photo of me to remind you that I don't have "silly" written on the left face and "melon" written on the right face?

Seiichi Yukimura at the other end thought for a while, and chose the strategy of saving the country with a curve: "Renji, I heard from Sanada that you are going to play a practice match at Kakiki Junior High School today?"

Liu Guoran acquiesced in his changing the subject, and replied briefly, "Yes."

Yukimura paused, and his smile widened unconsciously: "Then you didn't send someone to watch Chiya?"

Liu straightened his back, and could only say: "Okay, I won't tell Xianichiro that you didn't obey and sleep well..."

——Hearing this voice, you old man has a 84% chance of knowing about the gambling game called "Will Kirihara-senpai be late again" that the boys in the department kept from Sanada and I joined...

After thinking about it in his heart, Liu did not give up and added "and the odds have risen to 97 to [-]" before relieving himself of being depressed by Yukimura.

The person who achieved his goal stood up from the hospital bed and poured a glass of water, held it in the air with his left hand, and continued chatting with Liu with his mobile phone in his right hand—of course, the topic no longer made one of them feel terrified.

Two of the three giants of the Lihai University are confiding their hearts to each other (Kirahara: ...Obviously sharing my embarrassing things...TAT...), Liu Lian caught a glimpse of a book not far away from the corner of her eye The person who looked at it with relish frowned unconsciously, and thought to himself: This person looks familiar... (cough, the law of the protagonist in the legend...)

Yukimura noticed that his voice was gradually getting quieter, and hurriedly asked, "Renji, what happened?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then came Liu's usual gentle voice: "It's okay, I saw the man who ruled the Japanese tennis world 13 years ago on the train."

Yukimura took a short breath, thought for a while and then said softly, "Is it the samurai Echizen Nanjiro?"

"No..." Liu deliberately lowered his voice and replied, but after hearing the other party's interrogation "That's...", he smiled unconsciously: "It's the samurai Echizen Nanjiro who was reading a bad publication."

"Hmm..." Yukimura put down the water glass that he had held up for a long time before he had time to drink, and coughed dryly in embarrassment: "I've also heard that this senior has always been a maverick...won't you go say hello?"

"It's very impolite to disturb others at this time." Liu deliberately elongated his voice and joked with the person opposite.

——Li Haida, who was under the emperor's rule, believed that no one except himself would dare to tease the Supreme Emperor in such a tone.

Yukimura was really startled, and said with a smile: "Renji, your tone of speaking has changed a lot recently, and you obviously laugh a lot too."

The person who was once crowned with the title of "Lihai's Second Facial Paralysis" unconsciously touched the corners of his lips that were rising, and could only agree: "Yes, facial paralysis is harmful to physical and mental health."

——Minister, you can't let me answer you that I was actually a smiling tiger in my previous life... Well, if I really said it, I believe you will be able to hear the deep meaning of the word "also".

The person on the other end of the phone used a long silence to express his feelings about the answer that contained a lot of perfunctory emotions.

During this period of time he used to express his speechlessness and dissatisfaction, Liu Lian'er had already thought of a more grandiose reason, and before Yukimura could complain, "Lian Er, you treat me as a three-year-old child", he said before him: " Think about it, facing Genichiro's iron face, you need someone to comfort the frightened members with Yamato Nadeko's aura—this person used to be you, but now you need someone else."

The person opposite was silent for a long time again.

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When I dialed the phone with my minister, the train was not far from Tokyo.

Liu made a calculation, and immediately turned into a Q version, silently nestling in the corner and feeling sorry for his pocket money, repeating two sentences in his mind-the first sentence is "If you leave Kanagawa, you will start counting long-distance travel." Roaming charges are added"; the second sentence is "When I called Jingshi, his* train just left Kanagawa"...

He was mourning for himself without saying a word, when suddenly someone sat down next to him.

Liu returned to his normal form in an instant, and opened his eyes to look at the man. It was the samurai Echizen Minamijiro (who had finished reading pornographic books).

The latter crossed his legs and squinted at Liu's tennis bag on the ground, then moved his gaze upwards, and began to squint at the owner of the tennis bag, asking, "Young man plays tennis with his right hand?"

Liu looked down at the callus on his right hand, and nodded indifferently.

Echizen Nanjiro didn't care about his obviously indifferent attitude, he raised his left index finger and frivolously dangled: "The first time you dialed the phone, you used your left hand, and the second time you used your right hand~"

Liu Lian Er was slightly taken aback, rubbed the palm of her left hand on her sleeve, and said in disbelief: Thank you for always being busy with increasing your physical knowledge and still being in the mood to pay attention to me, a little person.

———————————————————————— Small theater version————————————————

In the previous life, when Liu was a child learning how to hold bowls and chopsticks in kindergarten, he was still a young lady who couldn't distinguish between left and right and was embarrassed to speak out. (I think this sentence has virtually set the tone of the entire small theater...)

At that time, he put his hands on his knees obediently, looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and listened to the young female teacher on the stage, saying: "Children, hold the bowl in the left hand and the chopsticks in the right hand, and do it together with the teacher!"

At that time, Liu, who was not called Liu Lianer, turned her head and looked at the kid next to her, imitating his movements to hold the bowls and chopsticks, and then carefully compared with the teacher who was holding the bowls and chopsticks in the correct way facing them on the stage, He smiled happily, revealing just one small pointed canine tooth.

Years later, I realized that I could really tell the difference between the left and the right. Someone who was actually left-handed scratched the wall and cried bitterly, and claimed: At that time, the teacher should obviously hold the body in the correct way with the back, or use the wrong way with the body behind the body. The way to do it is easy for an IQ person like me to understand...

By the way, when learning to hold a pen, the teacher did not consider the child's comprehension ability, and Liu's left-handed counterpart still sat next to him with a blank expression.

————————I am Liu’s wrong view of left and right, which is the dividing line that has been deepened step by step—————

The person who pulled out his thoughts from the memory was resting his head on the car window and looking at the buildings belonging to Tokyo outside, complaining about himself, when the person next to him suddenly put away his laughing attitude and said, "Have you ever thought about trying the two-sword style? Since you can use Two-handed buttons allow two-handed play."

Because of the memory of his previous life, the person who often mixes left and right hands loosened his tense face, smiled and shook his head at him: "Thank you for your kindness."

He does have the memory of using his left hand, but the left hand of this body is indeed often out of control. In Liu Lian'er's opinion, it is better to continue practicing the right hand instead of re-training the left hand.

Echizen Minamijiro wanted to say something else, but at this time the voice of the conductor came from the firmly stopped train: "Train E1308 has arrived at the terminal safely and on time with your great assistance. Passengers, please bring your belongings. Get out of the car in an orderly manner." (I don't know how many people see this sentence familiar...)

The samurai shrugged his shoulders, put his hands in the wide sleeves of his kimono, and murmured, "Please think about my words from Echizen Nanjiro," before standing up and staggering away.

"Please wait a moment." Liu busy called him softly.

Echizen Nanjiro secretly said with pride that my samurai's name is really impressive, and he heard the gentle voice of the elegant young man behind him, tinged with a little hesitation: "Your...uh...books haven't been taken yet..."

Liu Lianer looked at the person who came out of the flower shop, and his eyes lingered on the dark green cactus he was holding for a long time, and a sentence popped up in his mind, "When two big eyes meet each other, who will die?" hand?"

Liu Bujue took a step back silently, and began to rummage through his left and right pockets—he really wanted to grab a random passer-by and ask for help: Can any of you give me a self-defense tool, bricks, sticks, and pins are all fine...

With his usual harmless smile on his face, Fu Er Zhou turned his head to look at him, and greeted him briskly, "Mr. Liu, long time no see~"

Liu nodded uncomfortably in return.

"Liu Kun, are you afraid of me?" Buer stepped forward with a smile, and sure enough, Liu quickly backed away without saying a word.

Seeing that he was obviously interested, Liu hesitated for a while and explained: "Fuer-kun, I'm sorry, every time I see a cactus, I feel pain all over my body"——and was afraid that you would hit it.

Liu's heartfelt voice: This is as unreasonable as my quirk of shivering every time I see someone else's wound bleeding and then feeling the same part of my body start to "swoosh" blood!

Faced with this answer, Buer classified it into the ranks of "nonsense" in an instant, but didn't say anything, nodded and left holding his love flower.

Liu heaved a sigh of relief, feeling ridiculous about the feeling he had for the rest of his life, rubbed his forehead, turned his head and decided to go directly in the direction of Bingdi—the probability of Tokyo being incompatible with him is as high as 57%. It is not good to meet potted cacti.