Pure love DK is number one in the world

Murata gets along well with his classmates, and completing the task is far less difficult than he imagined. In addition, it only takes two hours to go from Kyoto to his home in Tokyo by light rail, which greatly reduces his life experience as a conjurer. It's okay to go to school.

Two months of summer, like a flying horse, jumped from the boy's palm.

After the end of summer, it will be autumn - autumn in Japan, for people like Murata who are used to exercising all year round, it doesn't feel like it.It wasn't until there were more saury for lunch at home that he realized that autumn had indeed arrived.

The leaves of the cherry tree will not be red, but the cherry blossoms will not bloom either.

On a certain holiday weekend, he returned to the yard after finishing the dojo practice.

The fallen leaves were trampled and rustled, hooking Murata's trousers dryly and nostalgicly.As he walked, he buttoned his coat, and the thin sweat from the morning exercise trickled down his neck and across his collarbone, chest and abdomen.

"Ri-chan! Come here—"

Murata obediently walked to the porch, took off his shoes and bent down to sit on it.Mrs. Murata, who greeted him, asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to be on winter vacation soon?"

winter vacation?

Murata shook his head with difficulty, and said, "It's still early? Our winter vacation will be a little later than normal school, because the holiday is approaching, and there may be more tasks."

Mrs. Murata turned pale with shock: "Is this the case? Then you can't go on a hot spring trip?"

Murata: "...a hot spring trip?"

"Yes."

Mrs. Murata nodded seriously, and said: "I feel that you haven't been very happy in the past two months. During practice, the number of times your brother was beaten was at least four times that of two months ago. So I discussed it with your father. Organize the family to go on a trip to the hot springs, I want to make you happy-"

Murata was confused: "But I can't go!"

Mrs. Murata also showed a regretful expression: "Yes, so I am very sorry."

Murata: "... Mom, do you really want to make me happy?"

Mrs. Murata said righteously: "Of course it is true! You have eaten less food for the past two months, and my mother is very distressed. But there is no way for you to go to school, you still have to give priority to studies, right?"

"Oh, by the way, you can't go anyway, so I'll give you your ticket!"

Murata: "...It is impossible for Nezuko to abandon her younger siblings and go out with you, so give up."

Mrs. Murata casually picked up a piece of crab meat rice ball and stuffed it into Murata's mouth, gagging her son's mouth: "Don't worry about it, come and eat more and talk less, anyway, what you say is something I don't like to hear."

Murata: "..."

Forget it, let's eat.

Seeing that Murata fell silent and began to eat without saying a word, Mrs. Murata frowned again: "So why are you unhappy these two months?"

Murata stopped chewing.He looked at Mrs. Murata blankly, without saying a word—Mrs. Murata tilted her head, showing a helpless expression: "I know you best since I was a child, and I can tell what you want just by looking at you. Are you really unhappy or not?" You're just in a daze, do you really think I can't see it?"

Murata: "...that is, a little emotional trouble."

Mrs. Murata: "!!!"

Murata coughed dryly, turned his head, avoiding his mother's hot gaze: "I've already decided what to do next, so don't worry about me."

Mrs. Murata asked gossip: "Is it a friend I met on a mission in Saitama last time? Did you confess? What did she say?!"

Murata held his knife and moved a little further away.He raised his hand and rubbed his neck, showing a rare embarrassment, and said: "Actually, I lied at that time, and he and I were not friends. I unilaterally pestered him to want to be friends with him, so he shouldn't be too serious." like me."

"At that time, there was no contact after the task was over. He probably wanted to forget about it? Yinshen also said that it was not good for me to do so, and it would cause trouble for him. I thought I should give him more time to think. "

Mrs. Murata was stunned: "The confession failed...how could it fail?"

She didn't care at all that the object of her son's mouth changed from 'she' to 'he', she just stroked her chin, and helped Murata think sincerely: "Although Li-chan, you are not very smart-but there is someone in our family. Money!"

"Anyway, you won't go bankrupt within 100 years. You shouldn't confess to failure just relying on money... Is your confession method wrong?"

"Why don't you rent billboards in Tokyo to scroll his name, and rent Mount Fuji to set off fireworks on the top of the mountain?"

Murata: "...Fireworks are not allowed on the top of Mt. Fuji, it will cause pollution."

"And the rent on Mt. Fuji is too expensive, it's cheaper to rent a TV station..."

Mrs. Murata suddenly realized: "Is that so? Then rent a TV station!"

Murata: "...Pfft!"

Mrs. Murata was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Murata tilted his head and smiled helplessly: "Thank you mom for helping me find a way, but I don't want to use money to lure Fuhei. Fuhei is very important to me-I can't find other adjectives to describe him yet What it means to me, if I have to say..."

"When I saw Fu Hei for the first time, I had the feeling of seeing a dragonfly for the first time."

Mrs. Murata was stunned: "Is this so important?"

Murata nodded.He lifted a small broken leaf from his mother's skirt and stood up: "Don't worry, I'm already this old, I can handle my emotional problems by myself, you guys have to have fun when you go out. "

"Ah... okay, okay."

Watching her youngest son go away, Mrs. Murata fell silent holding the rice ball.The second son, who had been eavesdropping at the base of the wall for a long time but couldn't hear anything clearly, ran over and sat down next to her: "Hey, what did Ali say?"

When Mrs. Murata heard the words, she came back to her senses, and her brows were furrowed in worry: "Qianyu, you said I'm secretly going to find out what that Mr. Fuhei likes now, is there still time to make a small fuss for Lijiang?"

Murata Chiyu: "...Huh? What? Who is Fuhei?"

Mrs. Murata didn't answer the confused second son at all, but just looked at the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard, and sighed again: "It's the first time that Ri-chan likes people like dragonflies. As a mother, I really want to see him confess successfully." ah."

Murata Chiyu: "Ah? What? What kind of confession? Wait, mom, didn't you ask me about my fan at all?!"

……

The ticket from Tokyo to Saitama was booked in advance, but Murata was sent to the mission before departure.Because it was nearby, Murata did not refuse and changed the ticket to a later date.

So when he came out of Saitama Station, it was completely dark outside.

Murata picked up his phone to check the time, it was past eight o'clock.He sent a message to Fu Heihui before he got in the car, but Fu Heihui didn't reply.

Should have seen it?Still don't see it?

The message is displayed as unread.

"A little hungry..."

Murata touched his stomach, and decided to stop by the convenience store ahead to buy some oden.He walked over and pushed open the revolving door of the convenience store: "Boss, do you want a portion of Kanto-Fuhei?"

In front of the steaming oden, a young man with a bruised cheek in his autumn school uniform looked up in surprise.

The distance between the two was less than two meters. Fu Heihui was stunned, and the boss next to him shouted: "Brother, your Kanto is ready!"