After becoming a chaotic daughter

Just entering April is the season when the cherry blossoms in Yokohama are in full bloom.

All the schools in the city have started to open one after another, and Qingxue also ushered in the day for new students to register.On the first day of school, Nanako also changed into a new school uniform.

Different from the Western-style uniforms of Holy Night Elementary School, the uniforms of Youth Academy are just like the name of the school. They are more lively and sporty, especially the school uniforms for girls. The light green sailor-style top and pink bow tie are matched with a slightly different color. The deep pleated skirt exudes... a very green atmosphere.

"It looks like the vegetables in the ramen for dinner last night."

Gogol commented so honestly, and then was stepped on by Nanako who had put on her shoes.

From the dormitory to Qingxue, it takes five bus stops, and if it is to the detective agency, it takes six stops.One is not long, and it is not very short. It takes about half an hour to walk, so Nanako will have to take the bus to and from school in the future.

Today is the first day of school, the president approved Ranpo's application for private use of the bus, and asked Kunikida to drive them to school in the detective agency's car.

Nanako carried her schoolbag, climbed into the back seat, and sat with Gogol, while Ranpo got into the co-pilot, and Kunikida drove them towards the school. Things to be aware of.

"...Although it is said that you should focus on your studies, you must also try your best to maintain a good relationship with your classmates. Of course, you don't have to deliberately change your principles to cater to others. If you encounter a difficult situation, you should temporarily avoid the edge. If there is any problem, please inform the teacher in time. Students at this age are easy to get angry and have some illusions of self-magnification, sometimes it is necessary to act in a roundabout way—"

"Alright Kunikida, don't talk about such troublesome things." Ranpo interrupted his nagging impatiently, poked his head back from between the front seats, and talked to Nanako.

"If this school isn't good then we'll change it!"

He told Nanako so confidently, and it was obvious that he really thought so.

"...Oh." Nanako replied slowly.

Kunikida who was driving: "..."

Although it is true that changing schools is not difficult, Kunikida still persuaded Ranpo tactfully: "Mr. Ranpo...it is still necessary for Nanako to learn to adapt to different environments."

Luanbu leaned back on the back of the chair, looking lazy and a little sleepy: "Since you can have a comfortable environment, why do you deliberately adapt to an environment that makes you feel uncomfortable? Are you an idiot? Kunikida."

Ranpo, who refused to step out of his comfort zone, refused to understand this self-inflicted behavior, Kunikida was at a loss for words for a moment.

They turned to pick up Miwa on the way. Miwa's house is in an old residential area. Nanako visited once. Her house is an old rented apartment with a small area. A family of four lives together. Some crowded.

Nanako, who was sitting in the back seat, moved in to make room for Miwa, and it wasn't too crowded for the three children to sit together in the back seat.Nanako is sitting in the middle, Gogol is on the right, and the tricycle who just got on the car is on the left. The three of them sit in a row, forming a perfect "concave".

As soon as they got in the car, Miwa and the two adults in the front row said hello, and couldn't help complaining to Nanako.

"Qingxue's school uniform is really..." Her eyes were gloomy, she didn't finish her sentence, but everything was kept silent.

She had only seen the uniforms of the Qingxue Women's Basketball Team before, and they looked quite normal, but this school uniform was beyond her psychological acceptance, especially with the standard aristocratic western-style uniform of Shengye Elementary School in front. , the contrast suddenly became stronger.

Tricycle sat in the car, leaned against the car window in a trance, and vomited soullessly: "And I still have blue hair..."

Sky blue with light green.

Hearing what she said, Nanako turned her head and carefully studied the color scheme on her body, and finally had to admit one thing: there are probably uglier color schemes than red and green in the world, if they are not ugly enough , that's just because the saturation isn't high enough.

After wearing the sack school uniform of the Celestial Dynasty, Nanako herself has no aesthetic impressions of Aigaku's uniform, but she just doesn't understand why the skirts of Japanese student uniforms are so short. It's still spring, and her legs feel cold when she goes out.

Nanako is very worried that she will become a cold leg in the future.

After arriving at school, Nanako said goodbye to Ranpo, Gogol, and Kunikida, and went into school with Miwa.

Today is the day for new students to report, and the new students' class assignments are posted on the bulletin board not far from the school gate.Many freshmen wearing school uniforms crowded in front of the bulletin board looking for their names, and Nanako also noticed the boys' school uniforms.

Different from girls' uniforms with some "designs", boys' spring uniforms are very ordinary black jackets with stand-up collars and trousers, so simple that they don't have any extra embellishments.

Nanako stared at one of the boys for a while, feeling as if their uniforms looked warm.

There are nine classes in the first grade, and each class has only 30 students. It is probably lucky that Nanako and Miwa were assigned to the second group of the first year.They found the classroom together, and there were already many people in the classroom, most of the seats were occupied.

The class seats are arranged in advance by the school and posted on the blackboard in the classroom.There are a total of 24 people in the class, with one person and one desk. Six rows of desks and chairs are neatly arranged in the classroom. Nanako is the second desk in the third row, and Sanwa is the fourth desk in the third row.

The third table is a student named [Echizen リョーマ], whose name is in katakana, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a boy or a girl.

"I don't know what kind of person the classmate in the middle is." Miwa blinked at the name, and quickly forgot about it.

Nanako found her seat according to the seating chart, and stuffed her empty schoolbag into the drawer of her desk. She had just started school and hadn't got her textbooks yet, so her schoolbag only contained light things like a water bottle.

Before the students at the table behind him came, Miwa put away his things and sat in the empty seat to chat with Nanako.

"Nanako, do you plan to participate in any club activities in middle school?"

"I don't want to go to the club." Nanako said slowly, "I want to feed the flower bags."

Now she has to take the bus to and from school, if she joins clubs, she will be late after school, Hanakou will starve to death, and Nanako doesn't want to participate in too many activities, it will be troublesome to join clubs.

"That's right... Nanako, you still have to feed Mr. Hanakou after school." Miwa nodded understandingly, but still looked a little regretful, "But participating in club activities will meet more people, and there are many interesting activities, For example, if you don’t participate in club activities, it feels like your student life is incomplete!”

Nai. I have studied for 17 years. Nai. I have never joined any clubs. Son: ...

[Incompleteness is also a kind of beauty. 】

Nanako, who had never completed her student life, comforted herself in this way.

And things like "knowing more people", Nanako felt that when she graduated from Qinggaku, she was able to get to know all the classmates in her class. It was very gratifying. She took classes well enough, it was impossible for her to participate in sports clubs, the same goes for musical instrument clubs, and she only got a B+ in the clarinet exam in elementary school music class only by relying on Kunikida's small stove.

"I can go to see your club activities." Nanako said to Miwa like this. As the saying goes, seeing Miwa is equivalent to doing it. Watching Miwa participate in club activities means that she has also participated in club activities.

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"Okay!" Sanlun happily agreed, "I'll ask the coach—"

"Feel sorry."

A boy's voice cuts into their conversation.

Nanako raised her head and saw a boy with dark green short hair standing beside them. The boy had a pair of amber cat eyes and looked down at them slightly. He was carrying a large tennis bag behind him, with a very flat expression on his face. .

"This seems to be my position." He pointed to the seat where the three rounds were sitting.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Sanlun quickly got up and returned the seat to him.

The boy didn't say anything, sat down on the chair, took off the tennis bag, and put it on the table.

Miwa just wanted to continue chatting with Nanako about her training, when a teacher came in at the front door of the classroom, she had no choice but to go back to her seat and sit down, the other students in the class who were still chatting quickly quieted down .

It looked like a man in his forties was standing on the podium, wearing a white shirt and suit pants, with a strong build, a crew-shaven head, and a round beard. He looked a bit like a kiwi.

He looked at the class that quickly restored order with satisfaction, and introduced himself: "Yes, it seems that everyone is very conscious--Hello, I am the class teacher for the next three years, and I am also your English teacher. My teacher, whose surname is Nakamura, you can just call me Teacher Nakamura."

Picking up the chalk, he wrote his full name on the blackboard. After briefly explaining the recent arrangements, he asked the students below to stand up and introduce themselves one by one.

There were only 24 students in the class, and soon it was Nanako's turn.

Seeing the boy at the front desk sit down, Nanako stood up after hearing the teacher say "next one".

"Nanako Edogawa, the school she graduated from is Shengye Elementary School." She thought for a while, and she didn't know what else to say, so she closed her mouth, looked at the teacher with her dark round eyes, and waited for him to say, "Please." Sit" and she can sit down.

Teacher Nakamura on the podium was still waiting for her to say something, but she stood there like a little wooden figure.

"Uh... is there anything else you want to say?" Nakamura-sensei asked.

Nanako shook her head.

The students in front all said things like age and hobbies, but Nanako didn't seem to want to say anything, so Mr. Nakamura had no choice but to let her sit down, and then added a sentence to her: "Edogawa's entrance selection results are very good. , everyone can communicate with her more in studies... the next classmate."

The boy behind Nanako stood up.

"Echizen Ryoma, he graduated from Saint Youth Elementary School in Los Angeles. His favorite thing is tennis, and he is also good at tennis. Please give me your advice."

He mentioned a graduate school that was obviously abroad, and the students in the classroom were all amazed, and turned their curious eyes to him.

Teacher Nakamura coughed, suppressed the commotion of the students, and said, "Echizen just came back from the United States, and he may still be a little unaccustomed to his daily life. Everyone should help each other. The next classmate."

Miwa who was sitting behind Echizen stood up: "My name is Miwa, Miwa Kasumi. My favorite food is hot pot, and I am good at various sports. Like Nanako, I graduated from Seiye Elementary School..."

After everyone finished their self-introduction, Mr. Nakamura clapped his hands: "Okay, then the boys will follow me to the library to move textbooks, and the girls will do a little cleaning."

The students got up one after another.

*******

Today is just a day of reporting. There is no need for classes. After the entrance ceremony for freshmen, the students can go home individually.Miwa made an appointment with the coach of the basketball team to go to the basketball court. Nanako packed her things and went to the bus station to wait for the bus by herself.

The bus stop is right in front of the school, and students are waiting for the bus in small groups with their friends. Nanako is standing behind the bus stop sign, playing the game Snake on her mobile phone with her head down.

The white pixel snake has already occupied half of the black screen, and Nanako concentrates on manipulating the little snake, making it swim towards the flickering food dot near the edge of the wall.

The pixel representing the food was swallowed, and the little snake immediately became longer. Seeing that it was about to hit the edge of the game interface, it made another 180-degree U-turn to avoid the gameover.

The next food spot comes up...

——"Imp."

Someone suddenly patted Nanako on the shoulder from behind.

With a shiver, the little snake bit its own tail, and a big [GAME OVER] jumped out on the screen.

Nanako: "..."

She stared silently at the game-ending interface for five seconds, then slowly raised her head, and saw the person standing behind her at some point.

She saw a man in black clothes with white hair, a tall man wearing a pair of black sunglasses, standing behind Nanako, like a tall wall, covering the sky.

Nanako looked up at him for two seconds, then lowered her head again and stopped looking at him.

...It was too high, and her neck hurt when she looked up.

As soon as she lowered her head, she felt that she was picked up by someone, turned around, and turned to face the man. The man supported his knees, squatted down in front of her, and lowered his gaze to the same height as hers. Sunglasses The eyes were covered so that people could not see his expression clearly, but the arc of the corner of his mouth was a stiff straight line.

The man looked at her at the same level, and asked calmly, "Have you seen Jie recently?"

Nanako lowered her head and scratched her hair, showing no expression on her small face.

She blinked slowly, and then asked slowly, "...Who is Jie?"

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Nanako paused, then asked him again, "Who are you?"

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Gojo Satoru took out a 1 yuan bill and took it into her hand.

……oh!

Seeing the 10000-yen bill, Nanako remembered, isn't this the...that...who is that?

"Pillar." Someone suddenly interrupted from the side.

Nanako's expressionless little face showed a look similar to "suddenly enlightened". She nodded, turned her head, and saw the smiling Gogol.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He wanted to curse, but his best friend suspected that he had defected and lost contact, which made him unable to even get rid of the mood of cursing, so he stretched out his hand and took the 1 yuan bill that had been photographed in Nanako's hand back into his pocket.

Nanako: ...

Nanako turned around and left with Gogol.