be king

no dream.

When the person lying on the side of the bed wakes up, the alarm clock next to the bed shows four o'clock in the morning.After turning off the lights and opening the curtains, Xianyuan rubbed his eyes to see that the sun was about to rise from the horizon, and the gray sky made people look upset.

Like an unknown chaos.

Get up at four.

04:30 Start jogging for one hour in the morning.

Take a shower at five thirty.

When he stepped out of the house, the hour hand pointed to seven, and Xianyuan lifted his hair, which was still warm from the hair dryer, to try to dissipate heat.The weather in early spring in Kanagawa is very cool, it can even be said to be cold.The outdoor temperature is completely irresistible with the shirt, vest and pleated skirt she is wearing now, but Xianyuan doesn't think there is anything wrong - her natural heater physique is enough for her to survive Kanagawa's notoriously cold winter.

In fact, the old Kanagawa was not like this.In Yu Zhangxun's narration, his hometown Linhai is humid, warm and pleasant.In addition to the commendable climate, the people on this land are also very hardworking, and their contribution to the development of the Japanese economy has always been ranked among the top among all counties and cities.

So why did it become like this.There are only sparsely populated streets, and weeping willows along the streets that are lifeless when everything recovers.

Xianyuan sighed.

The map of Japan four years ago is slightly different from the current one.

For example, in Kanagawa, there is no such huge pothole.

That large piece of land in Japan, together with 70 people.

They were all wiped out with the explosion.

Gaju are all useless pits.

This is the most formal title.

It is named after the surname of the previous red king.

When I arrived at the school, there was no one in the classroom of Group A of the first year.Xianyuan opened the classroom door and walked in, sat on the seat and took out his homework book.I don't remember the content of yesterday's lecture, so I just flipped through it casually, let alone what the teacher left for homework.

"The math homework is from No. 130 to No. 15 on page 19. The Chinese teacher asked to preview the seventh lesson before get out of class yesterday. There is no homework for English."

The back door not far away was opened, and a boy wearing glasses walked in with a schoolbag.

"Sure enough, no matter how much homework I have, I will come to school to do my homework early that day. Yu Zhang-jun is really determined."

As if he didn't hear the sarcasm in the boy's mouth clearly, it took a while for Xianyuan to realize that this person was talking to himself.

The name tag on the left chest reads "Habari Mimisa", which was the first name she thought of after her parents expressed the word "Xianyuan" too ostentatiously.

Yu Zhang.

Spread wings.

Fly freely in the sky.

It is indeed like that person.

But because it is that person's surname, Xianyuan has not been used to it until now.It has been more than a month since the beginning of school, and every time someone calls her, she still needs time to realize that she should respond.Turning his head slowly, looking at the young man who had already walked behind him and sat down, Xianyuan lowered his gaze.

"Thank you very much, Munakata-san."

The most is the tenderness of bowing his head.

The girl who restrained her eyes has always been gentle and silent. Although her reaction is always a little slow, her outstanding academic performance and beauty made her quickly become a famous figure in the school.There were praises and criticisms in the ensuing discussion, but this person seemed to have never listened to it.

Get up and run in the morning according to your own time, do your homework according to your own habits, and read according to your own preferences.

Compared to having a good temper, it may be more appropriate to turn a blind eye to other things.

Just like the graceful eyes, just to look at other people's famous brands.

The math homework is not easy, especially the teacher who was assigned because of a teaching accident is unwilling to stay in a desolate place, and always passes on the grievances that cannot be vented to the students.Since the first year of high school, I have had to face courses that are much more difficult than other classes. Even if I want to resist the other party, I always use the excuse of "for you students from poor places to be admitted to a good university".The homework left yesterday was the same. After explaining the sample problems casually, they were assigned things that required a lot of effort to solve. Even Munakata, who was always a good student, had to spend a lot of time on it.

And the girl sitting at his front desk was a little dazed after casual glances, and then started to write out a complicated calculation process as if she had finished a draft.

While doing homework in the idle courtyard, many people have already arrived at the school, and the classroom is full of excitement.If someone greeted that red-haired girl, she would put down her pen and reply seriously, and then continue with her homework.

From writing to handing over to Munakata sitting behind, it took less than half an hour in total.The handwriting on the workbook is neat and correct, and the word "Yu Zhang" on the name column is very beautifully written.

"It took a lot of time today, Yuzhang-kun." Putting the homework aside, Zongxiang smiled and looked at the girl who had turned back: "The homework is a bit difficult."

After hearing his words, the red-haired girl turned her head and lowered her eyes once again: "Yes, Mongxiang-kun."

How long has it been since she forgot his name again.

"Yo, boy, have you failed again?"

When entering the bookstore, Munakata was greeted with such gloating words.

The old man lying on the wicker chair half-opened and half-closed his eyes, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body through the glass; in his hand was the bamboo fan that never left his hand no matter whether it was spring, summer, autumn or winter, but he had never used it ; An old windbreaker was covering his body, which was regarded as a symbolic protection against the cold.

"I didn't think it was going to work."

Saying so, Munakata placed his schoolbag on the table inside the cash register.I came here to work part-time after the high school entrance examination. After I found this bookstore by chance, I had something to say with the boss, so at the invitation of the boss, I came here to help out with some playful nature——I got it as a part-time job The reward is not a lot, but what Munakata values ​​more is the benefit of being able to read books in the bookstore at will.

It looks like a dilapidated bookstore used by evil forces for underground transactions. The interior is actually well-decorated. You just need to look carefully in the store for any type of book you want to buy, and you will definitely find surprises.Thanks to the generosity of the boss, Munakata saw a lot of the latest free books intermittently. Although the prescription of the glasses has been strengthened a lot, it is still worth it.

After that incident, Kanagawa became as if it had been forgotten by Japan, and even universal knowledge and culture were no longer willing to set foot here.

The friendship gradually accumulated in the part-time job, and sometimes Munakata would talk about his own affairs with the boss.For example, after the death of my parents, I don’t know how to solve the difficulties in living alone. For example, I want to go to the Imperial University in the near future.The boss has been quietly listening to the boy's words, with a kind face as if looking at his own generation.Occasionally, I would make complaints to help Zongxiang adjust the pressure and the atmosphere in the bookstore.

On the first day after school started, Munakata showed up a bit late.

"I thought I had a new life, boy, you are going to abandon me, a bad old man." The boss waved his hand, basking in the sun as usual: "By the way, are there any pretty girls in the school?"

"I'm busy with some things after school starts, so I'm late today, I'm very sorry." Munakata choked at the time: "As for the girl you mentioned, there is indeed one."

When Xianyuan pushed open the door of the bookstore, he just heard such a passage.

"Although the face is very beautiful and polite, it always gives people the feeling of being absent-minded." The young man pushed his glasses: "When I lowered my eyes, it was more like looking at someone else's famous brand. Although there were many classmates on the first day, but said People who have spoken a few times will not completely forget..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Zongxiang looked at the approaching Xianyuan, and suddenly felt embarrassed to say that someone was caught behind his back.Xianyuan glanced at the name tag on his chest after seeing the school uniform, and bowed.

"Please give me a copy... Boy Jump, Munakata-kun."

"Pfft hahahahaha..."

"Be careful not to fall off the wicker chair, boss."

After seeing Munakata's stiffness for a moment, the boss quickly concluded that the heroine in the boy's mouth had come to the bookstore, and immediately lay down and pretended to be dead, squinting at the joke.After Munakata handed over the manga, Kanin took out a coin and put it on the cash register, then bowed and walked out of the bookstore.Ten seconds after the door was closed, the trembling boss who was hiding under the windbreaker finally couldn't help laughing.

"Speaking ill of people behind their backs is really going to be punished hahahaha..." The boss laughed for the first time and straightened up from the rattan chair: "Master, you really didn't lie to me hahahahaha..."

Then he said to Munakata who had calmed down and looked at him coldly: "The one who said it a few times but was not remembered is the boy, you didn't run away, right? Hahahaha..."

"It will be remembered."

"Huh?" The boss wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Remember you? Even if it's you, I still have to say something... wash up and sleep."

Zongxiang straightened the book, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"That child is not an ordinary person." The boss seemed to have thought of something: "Her surname is Yu Zhang..."

"It doesn't matter what your last name is." Looking at the boss's thoughtful face, the young man seemed to be aroused by something to be competitive: "It's not just to let her remember the name, I will let her remember my existence for the rest of her life of."

"Ah, really." The boss said leisurely.

"Don't regret it."