Vest life from scratch

Morioh is a lackluster place.

There are no well-known scenic spots, and the transportation is not very convenient. From the perspective of tourism development, it has no competitiveness at all. It is not a bustling big city, nor is it the hometown of any famous person. Although the scenery is good, it has not been famous for TV dramas/ The film is listed as the location of the key scene, and in summary it is an ordinary, ordinary town.

And as it happens, I hate the ordinary.

This is a matter of course, because a place that is too ordinary cannot attract Miss Killer Whale's attention.

So I decided to make a big news here.

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1999, October.

My name is Yijian Qingxiang, I am 17 years old.

She is currently renting at the Dongfang House in Duo Town, so she is naturally unmarried.I am a first-year student at Putaogaoka High School in Morioh Town, and I am still a JK.Every day after school, I go home immediately and never stay on the street.I don't smoke and certainly don't drink.Go to bed on time at 9 o'clock in the evening, and sleep for 8 hours every day.Be sure to drink a glass of honey milk before going to bed, then throw homework to Nanshanquan, and lie down on the bed and fall into a deep sleep immediately.Sleep until dawn, and wake up in the morning like a baby to welcome the next day without any fatigue and stress.Miss Pomeranian and Miss Canary both said that I have nothing abnormal.

——In the above, I am explaining that I am a person who always hopes to maintain a peaceful life in my heart, not obsessed with winning or losing, not entangled in troubles, and not setting up enemies that keep me awake at night. This is my attitude towards society, and also Knowing this is my happiness.

so.

Who on earth interfered with the scheduled matter that Nanshanquan would drive to the station to pick me up this morning.

Yijian smiled lightly and dialed Nanshanquan's number.

"I'm sorry, I have a little...problem here." Nanshanquan's troubled voice came from the phone, "I met... sorry, this is my personal property, please don't move it, it will hurt you Makes me very sleepy—boom."

After a crash.

"Beep beep."

Oto looked at the cell phone that showed that it had been hung up by the opposite party, smiled and dialed Fukaya Kumiko's number again.

"Miss Pomeranian." She didn't care that it was still Kumiko Fukaya's class time—of course, Kumiko Fukaya who answered the phone obviously didn't care about such things—she said softly, "I'm at the station, am I free now? "

"Yes." Fukaya Kumiko replied immediately, "I'll be right over."

She stood up with her mobile phone, ignored the teacher who scolded her and the uproarious students and walked out of the classroom.

You have to use the fastest speed to lightly ring around you.

While thinking this way, she paused slightly and looked behind.I saw that the fan on the ceiling of the classroom she had just left fell down and hit the forehead of the teacher who was about to chase out. With the pain and screams, the classroom was suddenly in chaos.

Fukaya Kumiko walked away quickly, with indifference in his eyes.

From her junior high school to the station, it takes about 10 minutes to walk normally, and the acceleration speed can be shortened to 6 minutes at most, so Fukaya Kumiko unceremoniously used some small tricks, and arrived at Oto in just 3 minutes. side.

The white-haired girl stood alone outside the station, her eyelashes half-lidded to block her light purple eyes.Different from the polite smile that someone hangs around her, when she is alone in Yijian, she always maintains an expression similar to "I don't care about anything", which makes her whole person look exuding There is a sense of alienation and coldness that strangers should not get close to, and the sense of existence is even thinner as if deprived of it by some special force.

She seems to be a high god, erecting a high wall between the human world and herself, and she stands outside the wall and watches from afar.

—and just watching.

"Sound." She walked forward as usual, "Do you need me to do anything?"

Yijian raised his eyes lightly, her light purple eyes seemed to reflect her figure, but nothing seemed to reflect it.But this strange feeling only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared again in those rippling eyes.

"Mr. Nanshan is in trouble."

The gods returned to the world.

Fukaya Kumiko didn't ask anything, and didn't have any objections, followed Oto to the Nanshan house with a soft beep, and even took out her wallet to pay for the taxi.

Yi Jian took out the key from his pocket and opened the door softly.

Inside the door were Nanshan Spring, Chidori Shimizu, and even though Chidori Shimizu had locked him with a cross, he still tried to put the drawing paper in his locked hand in front of Chidori Shimizu.

"Damn—how could there be someone in this world who isn't interested in my manuscript—!"

The man shouted angrily, turning his head to see the face of the man who suddenly attacked him.

Then he turned back with a flushed face.

"—You bastard, dress me well!!"

Chidori Shimizu's answer was to remove his wrist neatly—the kind that didn't see blood, and then took all the manuscript paper from the hand that was removed, and stuffed it back into the hand that fell. Inside the brown paper bag next to it.After collecting all of them, she slowly let go of the shamed and angry man, swayed to the foot of Nanshan Spring and knelt down.

Yijian showed a thoughtful expression with a soft sound.

Fukaya Kumiko's gaze slowly shifted from Nanshanquan to Shimizu Chidori who was only wearing a men's white shirt, and then slowly shifted to Nanshanquan.

She slowly showed her eyes as if she was looking at scum.

"...I'm not scum." Nanshanquan emphasized to Shengu with a blank face, "I'm not a pervert either."

"Oh." Fukaya Kumiko sneered, "I don't believe it."

"Mr. Nanshan is indeed not." Yi Jian lightly explained to him kindly, "Miss Canary is more special."

"That's right." Fukaya Kumiko immediately smiled sweetly, "Qingxiang knows a lot!"

Nanshanquan: "..."

The four of them (although only three of them were talking) completely forgot about the person still lying on the ground, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

Waiting for the man whose wrist was removed by Chidori Shimizu, it took a long time to get his mood together, got up from the ground and introduced himself as Kishibe Rohan is a manga artist, so can you take my important wrist back? It was already noon when I was able to join the chat smoothly.

No one knows what happened.

Anyway, when he realized that Kishibe Rohan joined the chat team, Nanshanquan had already asked him that he wanted to eat sukiyaki at noon today.

By the way, the decision to eat sukiyaki at noon today was unanimously approved, and even Chidori Shimizu raised his hand.

As for the cook, of course it is Nanshan Spring.

The end result was that Izumi Nanshan sighed in the kitchen making sukiyaki pots, while Chidori Shimizu sat at Kishibe Rohan's feet, obediently massaging his swollen wrists.It stands to reason that the 20-year-old Kishibe Rohan has no attraction to the 20-year-old Shimizu Chidori, but he is the only one in this space who meets the male condition. Of course, his birthday is also an important one before Shimizu Chidori's birthday. the determining factor.

But Kishibe Rohan didn't think so at all.

He even thought that Shimizu Chidori was relatively slow and only realized his charm now, and beamingly shouted to Shimizu Chidori "There are many black mosquitoes" and then quickly touched her face. For some reason, her face turned completely black .

"..."

But he didn't say anything, he just touched Shimizu Chidori's face again, then lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Fukaya Kumiko glanced at Kishibe Rohan, secretly clasped Otoma's soft hand, and wrote something in the palm of her hand with her index finger.Yijian nodded softly, and wrote a few words in her palm.

The four of them didn't speak until Nanshanquan came out with sukiyaki pot and rice.

Nan Shanquan noticed the strange atmosphere, but he was a very considerate person in a sense, so he just greeted him and said that it was time to start dinner.

"I made beef sukiyaki." Nanshanquan said indifferently, "The material is high-grade wagyu beef."

Immediately around the dining table was the combination of Nanshanquan - Shimizu Chidori - Kishibe Rohan - Otama Qingying & Fukaya Kumiko.

Izumi Nanshan explained the whole process of meeting Kishibe Rohan to Otoma Qingyang and Fukaya Kumiko in simplified language, that is, driving out this morning to the old place to pick up Wagyu beef, but was mistaken for a manga manuscript and a black mosquito Many, because nothing happened, the two could only look at each other in front of Wagyu, and finally was followed by Kishibe Rohan to the Nanshan house, and found the whole process of those notebooks in his study.

"About the materials..." Kishibe Rohan said while chewing Wagyu beef.

"If you want to read my notebook, you can come and read it, but please choose a legal method to enter in the future." Nan Shanquan didn't pay much attention to the notebooks in his study, they all recorded some trivial things in life, secret information He is stored in another place, "Also, don't use your stand-in ability to do anything to other people—don't worry, I mean everyone on this table right now."

Kishibe Rohan glanced around regretfully: "What if they agree?"

"What do you think?" Nan Shanquan looked at him with a kind smile.

Kishibe Rohan obediently kept his mouth shut in order to prevent the materials he obtained from flying away with wings.

From this day onwards, there was another owner in the study room of Nanshan House who was mainly a guest and an anti-customer. There is a light sound between Wuan Bian Luban [-]).

That's right, Nanshanquan was kicked out of the study.

Nanshanquan: "..."

When Kishibe Rohan finally couldn't bear the fact that he could only occupy half of the study room and stretched out his poisonous claws towards Yijian's soft-sounding territory, Nanshanquan smiled and released his double ability, in exchange for a scream in the study room.

Kishibe Rohan: "Let me continue watching—I can still draw—!"

Yijian said softly: "Heh."

She watched the back of Kishibe Rohan rushing out of the study, kicking the notebook on the floor, and expanding her territory by a circle.