Fushangshen Parenting Collection

Although the school did not stipulate that he could only join one club, Liu Xing still chose the Kendo club because of the possibility of overlapping practice time. After all, Kendo needs opponents, but Kyudo can be practiced alone in Honmaru.

In the evening, Liu Xing took the schoolbag and got on the bus going home.

Since entering the fourth grade of elementary school, Liu Xing refused to be picked up by her family, and went to and from school by herself with a small schoolbag every day. Although the reason was that the boys in the same class laughed at Liu Xing for being inseparable from her parents and being a good baby who would not grow up, Liu Xing After going to school alone several times, I gradually felt the benefits.He can walk with his friends for a while on the road, chatting, joking and laughing, and when passing by a convenience store, he can use the pocket money he saved to buy his favorite comics, delicious snacks, and even take a little detour On the way, see the legendary game hall and karaoke and other 'high-end places'.Although he still didn't dare to step in, Liu Xing looked at the gashapon machine outside the game hall for a long time.

However, the route from Bingdi to home is far away, so Liu Xing has to get up early every morning to catch the bus, and there are fewer routes to go home.Fortunately, there are a lot of buses, so that people will not be squeezed into cans of sardines like the subway.

Liu Xing sat down by the window in the corner of the last row of seats, took out a book from her school bag, and opened the page with the bookmark.

This is a detective novel that Heizi lent him. The content is very exciting. The protagonist is a famous detective. Every reasoning is quite brain-intensive. The god of fast plot reversal can reverse it three times in just one chapter. Suspicious, every character in the novel becomes hideous, everyone looks like a murderer.

Liu Xing has always been a person full of emotions, watching TV and reading novels can easily bring him into himself, especially this kind of novel with a strong color of horror and suspense.

This is the time when the plot reached its climax. In the silent night, only the heavy mist filled the entire villa area. The vicious criminal drew out a sharp knife and walked slowly like a sleeping detective——

"Hey."

"Oh!!!" Liu Xing was shocked all over, and was so frightened that he couldn't even shout out his voice.

"...Are you okay?" The other party was obviously a little surprised by Liu Xing's reaction.

Liu Xing tried her best to calm her shortness of breath: "No, it's okay, I made too much fuss." After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the other party.

It was a boy wearing a white baseball cap.

The brim of the other party's hat was pressed down very low, and the face could not be seen clearly. Only the dark green hair protruded restlessly from around the hat. The other party probably had the same hair quality as Liu Xing, very thin and velvety, but it was loose at the ends. Messy.

The boy held a familiar smartphone in his hand, and said in a cold tone: "Something fell."

"Ah!" Liu Xing quickly took the phone: "Thank you! It must be that I was too fascinated by reading just now, and the phone slipped out of my pocket, but I didn't notice it." He paused, and then asked a little puzzled, " How do you know the phone is mine?"

There was no room for him in the carriage, so the boy simply sat down in the only vacant seat beside Liu Xing, took off the earphones hanging around his neck, rolled them up and stuffed them into his pockets, "Your bookmark is the same as the one on the phone screen. cat."

Liu Xing subconsciously pressed the phone, and an elegant and huge black long-haired cat appeared on the standby screen, as if she knew she was taking a picture of it. When the black cat stared at the camera, its haughty expression was very human, like golden amber. His eyes are sharp and bright - this is definitely the most ideal master in the hearts of all cat slaves.

Liu Xing glanced at the bookmark hanging on the spine of the book again.

This is drawn by Liu Xing himself, the perfect combination of ink and watercolor, the soft strokes are unbelievably soft, which makes the black cat a bit more elegant and ethereal, maybe the floating cherry blossoms in the background of the bookmark are too prosperous, the expression of the black cat is better than the photo Li's haughty appearance seems to be milder.

Liu Xing felt a little embarrassed when a stranger saw her painting, and habitually said modestly: "Sorry, my painting is not very good, I made you laugh."

"..." Hearing this sentence, the young man "tsk" as if he couldn't understand, "So Japanese culture is really... needlessly humble."

It was the first time for Liu Xing to see someone who criticized the virtue of 'humility' so bluntly, and asked a little blankly: "I, shouldn't I say that?"

"People who draw well say that they draw poorly, what is that?" The boy asked back, "Are you mocking those who draw worse?"

It was the first time for Liu Xing to hear such an argument. After thinking about it carefully, she felt that there was indeed some truth, so she said in embarrassment: "...I don't have such an idea."

"Yeah." The boy was obviously used to this kind of reaction, "It's the country itself that's weird."

Excellent people cannot say that they are excellent.

Bad people don't want to admit they're bad.

Liu Xing didn't know what to answer, she was pinching the book at a loss.

"...Sorry," the boy said casually, without any apology in his tone, "Since I came to this country, I have met all bad guys, so...it's not aimed at you."

"Well, I understand." Liu Xing thought for a while, "Actually, I think modest etiquette is to remind myself at all times, not to be arrogant."

The boy didn't answer.

"If you compare a person to a balloon...every time you get a compliment, inflate it once. Where is its limit? When will it explode?" Liu Xing drew a perfect circle in the air with his fingertips. circle, and continued, "Humility is the rope that binds the balloon. It uses the method of letting go of some gas to remind yourself at all times that even other people's evaluations are sometimes mixed with personal preferences and not objective enough. No Balloons that over-inflate, of course, have no limit and cannot explode."

"So," Liu Xing said seriously, "I think modesty is very important, not just for etiquette, but also for reminding yourself not to explode!"

"...Huh..." The boy said playfully, "It exploded..."

Liu Xing also reacted a little slower and realized that his analogy was a bit strange, so he blushed a little: "..."

"Your cat is very beautiful." The boy's tone finally changed from the previous indifference, and brought a little warmth, "What's the name?"

"Black Cat, the name is Black Cat." Changing the subject, Liu Xing heaved a sigh of relief, "Isn't it a strange name? But she likes it very much!"

"A very appropriate name," the young man was silent for a while, and then he seemed a little embarrassed to ask, "You...well, how did you keep it in shape? And...why, its fur looks so smooth... ..."

Liu Xing suddenly realized: "Do you have a cat at home?"

"...It's a Himalayan cat called Karubin." The young man whispered, "When I went to the veterinarian some time ago, the doctor said it was too fat, but...it couldn't lose weight no matter what." people.

Of course Liu Xing also encountered this problem.

Since the black cat went to hell, the monthly salary is very generous, and he no longer has any scruples when eating, high salt, high cholesterol, high calorie, Liu Xing watched helplessly as the slender black cat turned into a bloated figure black ball.

Later, after going to the hospital for a physical examination, the doctor said that the cat is too fat to easily get sick, and gave Liu Xing many bloody examples, which scared Liu Xing enough.

However, persuading the black cat to lose weight is not so easy. After a battle of wits and courage, the black cat returned to its original shape.

Liu Xing thought for a while and said: "If you want to lose weight, it's actually very difficult to continue without your cooperation."

The boy said "huh?"

"No matter how coquettish it is, you can't give it snacks, can it be done?"

The boy: "..." He lowered the brim of his hat guiltily.

"Even if it doesn't want to, let it move, you can't let it sleep all the time!"

The young man whispered: "...It's too pitiful not to let the cat sleep..."

"It's not that you don't want him to sleep, it's that you can't lie down to sleep immediately after a meal, and—" Liu Xing gave a few scattered examples, and the boy shut up and didn't say a word.

Apparently they couldn't do it.

Liu Xing was a little worried, "The cat is too fat, it is also a burden to itself, you must persevere and not be soft-hearted."

He turned on the phone: "Leave a contact information. If you have any questions, you can ask me at any time. There are also some diet formulas and cat exercise methods. I will write them back and send them to you."

The boy nodded: "My name is Echizen Ryoma."

"My name is Ryuho Inagaki!"

After the two teenagers exchanged contact information, Liu Xing took out the bookmark from the book on his lap and handed it to Ryoma.

"For you." Liu Xing blushed slightly, explaining embarrassingly, "You said... I draw well, I am very happy."

Ryoma: "..."

It's certainly not appropriate to accept gifts from strangers you're meeting for the first time.

Ryoma wanted to refuse, but Liu Xing had already stuffed the bookmark into Ryoma's hand with great interest.

"...Thank you." Ryoma turned over the plastic-wrapped bookmark, only to find that on the back of the bookmark, the black cat's back was collaged with dried flowers.

The petals of black chrysanthemum are used as hair, and they are put together layer by layer, which is so lifelike.

"..." This can be regarded as a work of art.

Ryoma suddenly felt that the bookmark in his hand was a little hot.

Sure enough, it should not be accepted.

Liu Xing was very happy.I met a new friend, and the friend was willing to accept his gift. For Meteor, it was a sign of accepting him, and he said cheerfully: "It's fine if you like it. Next time you send me the picture of Karbin, I'll give it to you." Make another bookmark for you!"

Ryoma, who was about to return the bookmark, silently put the bookmark into the textbook in the bag.

Liu Xing looked at Ryoma's black uniform with stand-up collar, and read out the words written on the school badge on the chest: "Youth Academy?"

Ryoma looked back: "Ice Emperor..."

Liu Xing said happily: "We are not far away, it would be great if I can meet you again when I go to and from school."

Ryoma didn't speak.

He had just joined the tennis club in the school, and he practiced for a long time after school, so he didn't think it would be so coincidental to meet this person every time.

Liu Xing was about to continue talking, when the bus suddenly turned and the novel on Liu Xing's lap fell to the ground.

Ryoma reached out to pick it up and glanced at the words on the spine of the book.

"The Night Baron: Black Tulip" Author: Kudo Yusaku.

He didn't take it to heart, handed the book to Liu Xing casually.

Liu Xing chatted with him about the book with great interest: "This Mr. Yusaku Kudo is really amazing, he has become the world's leading mystery novelist at a young age!" He gently wiped off the dust on the book, "His wife, Ms. Kudo Yukiko, is also great in movies! The acting skills are so real, every time I see her movies, I feel like I'm on the scene..."

Of course, Ryoma knows Yukiko Kudo. She is a well-known female detective in the United States. She has solved countless bombings, murders, abductions, and even supernatural cases. When interviewed by the TV station, she was asked about the process of solving the case. Her answer surprised the Americans—"Just He just reads the newspaper every morning and does not directly participate in the investigation of the case."

This bizarre way of solving crimes, even someone like Ryoma who doesn't like to read the news very much has heard of her name.

Liu Xing continued to chatter: "And their son, I heard that he is a high school student detective... This big brother is really amazing, only three or four years older than us, but he is already a hero who punishes evil and promotes good! "

The author has something to say: Ryoma actually walks home...but...well, the world view has been changed to this, and it doesn't matter if the painter's route changes! ! !

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You guys were always thinking about Conan, look, he's out

High School Student Detective (Death) Detective (God)

Careers are really cool.

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By the way, Dragon Horse was in a really bad mood when he got in the car, because he just taught that stupid second-year senior in the department a lesson with tennis, and then remembered the stupid senior who taught him a lesson in the youth tennis match a few days ago, so he was in a very bad mood. Bad... Fortunately, cat slaves all have a common language (.

Karubin is super cute (.