[Sword Art Online] Qing Tong

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Na,

Let me go please,

please,

please

Do not come near me……

Arigado...

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Time is the lie of the soul's self-comfort, forgetting is the hopeless salvation of the weak,

but,

I was originally a weak person who couldn't even redeem myself.

Looking up at the same good weather as yesterday, the dazzling sunshine is gestating the future of all things.

So bright, like——

"brush--"

Pulling the curtains decisively, the room became quiet and dark, so quiet that one could hear the quiet breathing of the air-conditioning fan blades.The alarm clock next to the bed marched steadily towards 7, and then rang loudly.

Going to the mirror in the corner of the room to change clothes, there was a faint reflection of a girl of medium height in the mirror, and she took off the loose outer cover, revealing fair to unhealthy skin, and a slender skeleton looming, gently pointing her finger Protruding collarbone, then thoughtfully slanted down to the waist and abdomen.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood there in a daze.

The alarm clock finally stopped the hustle and bustle of the morning. The girl closed her eyes and opened them suddenly. Everything seemed to be normal.Pull up the school uniform on the chair and change into it, walk to the dressing table on the side, pick up the foundation liquid powder, etc., and apply it over and over again. In less than 10 minutes, a flat face appeared in the mirror, with a dull complexion. There are some small eyes, some freckles are slightly visible, and the lips are slightly thin but slightly raised, making people feel that they are always smiling sweetly, which somewhat adds bright highlights to this face.

"Morning" The girl's smile was slightly stiff, but it became less obvious and rusty due to the modification of the corners of her lips, and her eyes hesitated "Zao Qingsang"

He picked up a pair of huge brown glasses, put them on the bridge of his nose, and went downstairs without haste.

In the living room, the smell of food has already filled the air.The father who reads the newspaper seriously, the mother who cooks gently, like all Japanese families, simple but warm scenes.

"Good morning, my lord father, my lord mother."

"Good morning, Zaoqing~" The smiling mother greeted Zaoqing gently.

"Good morning." The serious father's eyes were as gentle and tolerant as ever.

Zaoqing sat down at the table with a calm expression, put down her schoolbag, and sat at the table watching her mother prepare breakfast.

A simple western-style breakfast served with a seaweed bag is chic and innovative, exuding an attractive aroma.

"I'm starting." Zao Qing remained expressionless, followed the rules of table etiquette, turning a blind eye to the eyes of the parents opposite, and the atmosphere at the table suddenly became cold.

Zaoqing ate in silence, then accidentally glanced at the milk beside her, her expression froze instantly.

"Zaoqing, don't be picky eaters." Dissuaded by the mother who had been paying attention to Zaoqing.

stare--

"Zaoqing" father put down the spoon in his hand, and there was an irresistible majesty in his voice.

stare--

Zao Qing struggled silently for a while, and after confirming that it was inevitable, she tightly grasped the cup with her curled fingers, and poured it down violently.The whole face seemed to be twisted together, and the mother showed a relieved and gratified expression.

After finishing her breakfast quickly, she went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth to get rid of the strong milky fragrance, and Zao Qing silently went to the door to change her shoes. After tidying up Zaoqing's half-length black hair, he sighed again in his heart when he saw the person in front of him suddenly drooping eyelids and stiff neck.

"Okay." Mother smiled warmly, but Zao Qing's drooping eyes subconsciously avoided the tenderness and kindness.

"I'm going to school, my lord father, my lord mother."

"Well, let's go."

"Be careful, Zaoqing." The mother put the packed bento in Zaoqing's hands, and gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead.

"En." Zaoqing nodded evasively, put the floral scarf handed over by her mother around her neck, and went out with her schoolbag on her back.

The sun seemed to be warmer than when it woke up in the morning, and the semi-rusted iron railing at the door reflected a little bit of light.

So dazzling, like——

Also exudes the scent of blood.

Can't go on like this!

Putting on her baseball cap, Zaoqing suddenly turned her head and grinned broadly.

"Let's go~ Mom~"

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"Morning... Zao Qingjiang~wait for me~~"

Zaoqing turned her head and saw the little fat boy chasing from behind, so she stopped and said helplessly, "Morning, Sanye-kun."

"Huchi...huchi...I'm so exhausted, Zaoqing-chan, I can almost die, this kind of rapid running has once again broken the limit of my morning exercise... BALABALA"

Hey, hey, let's say you die early in the morning, okay? Is it really okay to curse yourself in a supernatural place like Japan?In addition, as a top otaku fat man, your only "morning exercise" is the short distance to school, and you can spend a whole day researching which route to school will take dozens of steps less and which one will take dozens more steps and consume more energy. The exercise limit of the top fat otaku with so many hard-earned calories is probably something that even kindergarten children can easily surpass!

So Zaoqing looked even more helpless, looking at the little fat man who was complaining hard.

When the gate of the school was approaching, the little fat man finally got to the point.

"Hey, Zaoqing-san."

"Ok?"

"That... Zaoqing-san, isn't it..."

"Well?"

Looking at the face in front of her with a "shy" expression [Sister Qing, are you sure that's shy, shy, shy, Alu! ], looking at the gossiping gazes around him, Zaoqing felt that his endurance had improved even more.

"So, what exactly does Sanye-kun want to say..."

"Ah! That's the one!" Sanye put his palms together and pointed at a boy passing by, "That's the one!"

Zaoqing twisted her neck with a click, and then twisted back again: "Nani?"

The boy on the side also seemed to be frightened by Sanye's huge voice, and he stared blankly at this side. Under the slightly long black hair, there was a delicate baby face, and the shocked expression was clearly visible at the moment.

"That's it!" Sanye, who weighed tonnage, was suddenly as light as a swallow [Qing sister paper, that's a penguin, what kind of swallow said it, Alu-0-], and snatched a magazine from the opponent's hand, With a red face and red eyes, he raised it to Zaoqing's eyes, "SwordArtOnline, a cross-age masterpiece developed by the ghostly Akihiko Kayaba! It uses NERvGear technology..."

Zaoqing silently ignored Sanye, who had already been deeply involved in personal fantasies, and bowed respectfully to the frightened boy who was wearing the same school uniform but wearing the badge of the second grade, "Sorry senior, I am B, the first grade in the junior high school." Hinohara Zaoqing from the class, this guy is my classmate Jun Sano, because he is more... obsessed with online games, so... I'm so rude!" After finishing speaking, he bowed again.

"Ah...no...this...no, it's nothing, boys will... like it more...it just so happens that I...I...read this magazine, I'll give this to Sanye-kun... Goodbye, Hinohara-san." Seeing the embarrassed expression of the baby-faced senior in front of him and the hurriedly fleeing back, Zaoqing sighed inwardly: "Sure enough, the muddled senior is a good person~"

[Girl, are you sure he wasn't startled by the fat man's cosmic eruption and then ran away in fright by the masked girl! ! ! 】

"Crack!" There was a loud noise, and Zao Qing calmly patted his schoolbag that was dancing in the air just now, ignoring the black unknown object on the ground with tears, "I didn't want to do it at first, but it's a pity that the world is gone..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Hmph, I snatched the senior's things early in the morning, and I'm so rude to go home. Sure enough, Sanye-kun should go back to the elementary school and remake it first!"

"Hey!!!! Is that baby face a senior!!!" [So, little fat man Sanye, you saw that the other party had a baby face and thought that the other party was as old as you, so you snatched it!It's wrong to bully the weak! ! 】

"Didn't you see the white nameplate on his chest, you impolite guy! That's a senior! Watch your words!" Another heavy slap, the poor Sanye-kun wearing two huge bags with tears on his face Walked into the classroom. [Speaking of early Qing girls, "baby-faced guy" seems to be the word you used at the beginning, Aru!Sure enough, you chose to forget, Alu! 】

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The ordinary class was as peaceful as ever, and Sanye, who hadn't reacted from the morning visually, made a fool of himself when he was asked by the murderous-eyed teacher.

As for morning...

As always, he pretended to be a good boy with a straight face, and by the way, he was greeted with praise from the teachers.

In the blink of an eye, school was over in the afternoon, and Zaoqing stood up precisely on the end of the bell when the teacher said that get out of class was over, and then leisurely stepped out of the classroom at the end of the bell—as usual.Every day is a similar life, somewhat dull and boring.

When passing by the newsstand near the school, I saw a figure from the back that I had seen in the morning, walking towards me with a magazine in his hand. Zaoqing slightly raised his chin, looked at the person opposite who was obsessed with magazines and apologized repeatedly when he accidentally bumped into someone else Annoyed expression, and then continue to bury his head in indulging eyes wandering.A distance of more than ten meters unexpectedly bumped into three people, the corners of Zao Qing's mouth slightly curved, and the two slowly approached.

One step, two steps...

At the moment of meeting, Zao Qing saw the large red font of "SwordArtOnline" on the cover, and a half-length photo of a handsome man.

Well, it looks like...

Zaoqing remembered the magazines that Sanye snatched in the morning and the embarrassing but generous book delivery behavior of the robbed party.

What a gentle person.

"Ah..." The bewildered young man looked back in confusion, but in the vast crowd, he couldn't find the pair of narrow and fiery eyes that were staring at him just now.

Is it an illusion?

"Om————" Two vibrations sounded, and the boy quickly took out his phone and opened the text message to remind:

【Sorry, I have overtime work tonight, and I will be back later in the evening, can I trouble you to pick up Suguha?

——Sender Tong Gucui]

The boy looked at the current time, raised his eyelids slightly, and pressed them lightly a few times.

The mobile phone of the woman who was working overtime in a company vibrated:

【OK.

sender

—— Kiritani Kazuto]