[Comprehensive] Favorability upup

There is one week left until the final exam.

The atmosphere in the school seems to have become tense overnight, and those who are usually playful can't wait to stuff all the content of a semester into their minds in a few days, and even Tu Jianbu can't wait to catch it while eating. a book.

Qingliu felt that she was probably the most relaxed person in the whole school.

Well, she still doesn't understand what is the use of studying here for less than two months.

Shouldn't I still be wearing it?

Slowly turning a page of the book while propping her cheeks, Qingliu signaled Tujianbu to carry on with her eyes, and couldn't help covering her mouth and yawning a little.

Tuma glared at her.

"Okay." With a pretentious cough, Qingliu sat up straight and said solemnly, "I'll be more serious."

Tu Jian rolled his eyes.

Qingliu: [beautiful.jpg]

"Do you have an appointment after New Year's Day?" No longer in the mood to endorse, Tu Jianbu dragged his chair and sat down, resting his chin on both hands, looking at Qingliu with sparkling eyes, "Will you be going to Manzhan?"

"Huh?" Qing Liu looked up at her.

"After New Year's Day in Ukiyo-e Town, there will be a Yokai-themed comic exhibition."

Doma buried his face with anticipation written all over his face, "I want to go."

Ukiyo-e Town?

Startled for a moment, Qingliu frowned and pondered for a while.

"It should be fine." She nodded uncertainly, "You can contact me after New Year's Day. Let's go together if you are free."

"Good~! ヾ(°°)"

Because the end of the term is coming soon, the training of each club has slowed down a little bit. Qingliu was waiting in the classroom for the end of the club time of the basketball club as usual, but he just clicked on the downloaded drama and hadn't watched the first half of the episode. Akashi Seijuro appeared outside the classroom door.

"what?"

Qingliu blinked his eyes a little strangely, but still packed up his things obediently and walked out with Akashi Seijuro.

The driver asked for leave today, and the two of them need to go out and take the bus by themselves.

The sky had already darkened, and the figures could hardly be seen clearly. A few turbid rays of light leaked from the edge of the clouds in the sky, and the air became colder and drier.

Pulling the scarf around her neck, Qingliu wished she could buy her whole face: "It's so cold~"

"Can't you keep warm?"

Akashi Seijuro asked coldly.

"what?"

"Those special abilities of yours." The corner of the boy's lips curled up in a teasing arc, and he quickly restrained himself, "Can't you keep warm?"

Qing Liumu looked at him with a straight face, and turned back to look ahead after a few seconds.

"Yes, yes." She raised her hand and touched her cheek, and rubbed her cool gloves against it, as if it was still warmer, "But there is no way. It would be strange if I couldn't wear winter clothes when my body warmed up. "

Akashi was noncommittal.

"But..." After pondering for a long time, Qingliu was wondering if Akashi felt cold and wanted to help him, but a slender figure that looked familiar appeared in his field of vision.Her eyes froze for a while, and after realizing that the other party was indeed getting closer, she let out a breath, raised her hand and said hello, "Jiulan-Jun."

The age is unknown, the race is not human, and Mr. Jiu Lanshu, who should be far away from the Black Master Academy, does not know why he appears here.

With a head of pink up

Qingliu: Is this guy a Stoka? ==°

"Long time no see, Miss Asahina."

Jiu Lanshu nodded politely, seemingly not at all surprised that he would meet Qingliu here.

"Why is Jiulan Jun in the capital?"

Struggling to pull down the scarf, revealing half of her covered face, Qing Liu flinched from the cold.

The warm breath she exhaled when she spoke turned into a white mist and dissipated in the air. Through the hazy white mist, Jiu Lanshu glanced at Akashi Seijuro and then at Qingliu, his eyes were gentle and calm.

He smiled, and didn't point out that he had just met him not long ago, but just nodded slightly, explaining simply.

"Something needs to be dealt with."

Such a simple exchange of greetings was enough, and Qingliu didn't intend to ask any more questions, so he nodded at Jiulanshu, and walked forward with Akashi.

After standing there for a while, Jiu Lanshu took out a pocket watch from his pocket and opened it to look.

Snapped.

After a slight movement, the long pointer moved another frame.

Meteor Street, the so-called place that can accommodate all discarded things.

Garbage mountain.

Humans in protective suits.

crooked houses.

The boy staggered and ran on the road, with a strong smell of blood already in his mouth, he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't dare to look back, he just kept running forward desperately.

The people behind were still chasing after him. It wasn't that the people next to him didn't notice such a big movement, but they just acted as if they didn't see it. Occasionally, a few people looked over indifferently, and didn't intend to intervene in the slightest.

His legs were so weak that he was about to be unable to lift them up, but the boy had no emotion in his eyes, he just ran forward blindly.

Then he tripped and fell to the ground viciously.

The one who tripped him was a corpse, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, his face was as pale as paper, and there was a mass of blood on his chest.Such a way of dying was rare and clean and comfortable on Meteor Street.

The boy's calm expression suddenly shattered for a moment, but he didn't have the slightest intention to get up from the ground.

The people behind had already caught up, and even if he got up now, there was no possibility of escaping.

"……cough."

There was a slight panting sound, and the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide. He saw that the dead body in front of him suddenly moved, and the lost vitality reappeared in an instant.

"It hurts me..."

She said as if moaning, and got up stiffly from the ground, while raising her hand to cover her chest, while looking around.

"What the hell..."

This is the first sentence.

"Meteor Street?"

This is the second sentence.

"I go."

This is the third sentence.

After saying these three sentences, as if she finally realized it, she lowered her head to look at the boy lying on the ground.

"Black hair? Black eyes too."

She muttered, squatted down again, completely ignoring the boy's tense body, and stretched out her hand to brush his overlong forehead hair.

Dirty face, but you can still vaguely see the fresh cross scar on his forehead.

"It's good luck to enter the examination room directly."

She said softly, then asked, "What's your name?"

"..."

"Don't want to answer? It's okay, anyway, you can only be called by one name in the future."

The boy didn't answer, and she didn't care, she pulled him up from the ground a little roughly, and looked casually at several pursuers standing a few steps away.

"They followed you?"

"……Yes."

"Ah, this is the first question? It's simple and simple." She let out a shallow breath as she said something that others couldn't understand at all, and she tore off the scarf around her neck a little annoyed, and threw it on the ground.

Then she didn't know how to move, and a long and thin piece of wood appeared out of thin air in her hand. She pointed at the few people standing there, with a smile on her face and a soft voice.

"Cruciate."

The boy's eyes widened suddenly.

Those Meteor Street people who are not afraid of death, and should be even more fearless, fell to the ground after a short period of sluggishness and screamed extremely horribly.

In such a scene, the people who were still eager to try subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Well, next is the house?"

She stroked the boy's head casually, propped her chin and thought for a while, her eyes turned around the faces of the people around her, and landed on the face of a man who looked relatively gentle and calm, showing a man who could be called Gentle smile.

"Excuse me, what district is this?"

"... District [-]."

"Eh?"

For some reason, she seemed to be dissatisfied with the answer, she frowned slightly, and then quickly let go.

"Is there any larger house near here? It has a kitchen, toilet, basement, can accommodate thirteen people, and the kind that can be connected to the Internet is the best... Ah, speaking of which, you know what the Internet is, right?"

She said a bunch of bits and pieces, then raised her head and looked at the man.

"As far as I know, there is probably only one place."

"Okay, you don't need to talk about it." She quickly interrupted the other party, lowered her head and patted the boy's head, "You should fight for it yourself."

what?

The boy's face showed a bit of stupefaction. It can be said that since the person in front of him came to life, he has been in a state of bewilderment, completely unaware of what the other person is talking about and what he wants to do.

"In short, find a place to live."

She muttered, and began to look left and right again, as if she was picking a more desirable house.

"It's so broken... Meteor Street should have a clean place, right? Which idiot made the rule that the further you go, the cleaner it gets. District [-], I might as well burn it down with a torch. "

While complaining in a low voice, she dragged the boy towards the house she was looking for, brushing her fingertips casually across her chest, the dried and discolored blood disappeared instantly with the swipe of her fingertips, and a bullet appeared in her hand.

She lowered her head and glanced twice before throwing it on the ground casually.

"This wave of dead thieves."

"God damn black organization."

Houses are easy to get.

She just waved the stick in her hand, and the sudden flame burned a pile of rubbish on the ground, and the owner of the house gave up his residence and ran away with a pile of food.

"Wash yourself clean."

What does it matter if there is no bathroom.

No hot water was not a big deal either.

The boy was carried into an empty house, and a stone on the ground was turned into a bathtub. The clear water like a spring and the raging flames took turns to make a bucket of hot water with a moderate temperature.

Just as she stripped her naked and threw her into the bucket, her expression suddenly changed.

"—Jiulanshu of your Merlin, don't let me meet you again!!!"

She roared almost gnashing her teeth, but even though she was reluctant, her expression full of anger still uncontrollably eased, becoming gentle and calm.

"……what……"

Qingliu and the boy looked at each other for a while, stuck out their tongues, and looked away embarrassedly.

"Wash slowly, I'll wait for you outside."