fictional spring

Tong Mo lied to me, there are obviously not one, but two girls who can be called special cases around Kiwu Tsuji.

I really shouldn't have believed him.

But now the biggest problem is that looking at the photos that I spent all my pocket money for this month, I shed tears of poverty.

It was probably because my expression was so sad, Lianxue, who originally planned to go home after class, also stayed in her seat for a few minutes longer.

"Muzuki, are you... all right?"

I raised my face and saw the worry on her face. I was a little moved and wanted to put my head in her arms to calm down, but I saw the boy standing at the door of the classroom through her shoulders.

Ah... "Yiwozuo" is here.

Calmly put the photos on the table back into the desk, I turned my face away: "I'm fine..."

Just feeling a little frustrated.

After all, the two types of girls in the photos I got had nothing in common with me—of course, they had absolutely nothing in common with each other.

Which type do you like?I can't see it at all.

Lianxue is indeed Lianxue, even if her boyfriend came to her classroom, she still misses me, "But you look like..."

However, in order to prevent Komaji from remembering my hatred in my heart again, I interrupted Lianxue's worry, and said to her: "It's okay, the children's mill will pick me up later," I glanced at her and stood beside her Komaji said to her, "You guys go first."

After all, I finally understand now, why every time Komaji sees Tong Mo, the expression on his face is indescribable.

Sure enough, there was a reason why Tong Mo was not well received by his acquaintances.

——*——

When Tong Mo came to look for me, I was the only one left in the classroom. I looked out of the window with my chin in my hand, and suddenly found that from this angle I could see the corridor where I first saw Oni Wu Tsuji.

"I thought, Mu Yue, you went home first~" Tong Mo put his hands on top of my head with a smile: "Are you waiting for me on purpose? I'm so touched~"

I tilted my head and hid from under his palm.She turned her face and asked him, "I feel like I've already gone home, so why come here?"

Wen Yan Tongmo showed a seriously thinking expression: "Well, if you want to ask me what I think, even if Mutsuki you have gone home, it doesn't prevent me from coming to the classroom to look for you as usual, after all, this is mine. Things, like I like you."

I let out a quiet "oh".

This person has started again, obviously he doesn't know what liking is, and he can't even understand what I mean by "love at first sight", but when it comes to ambiguous/ambiguous words, he can always use one thing to another.

I sighed, "So why are you here so late today?"

Hearing this, Tong Mo smiled and stretched out his fingers, as if he wanted to share a little secret with me: "Because Mr. Wu Mi has something to ask me for."

If it was before I received the photo, I would have been very excited to ask him what it was, but now as long as I think that the girl who can be treated specially by Onimai Tsuji has nothing in common with me, I will feel it from the bottom of my heart Depressed.

So in the end, I just choked out one: "Oh."

"Huh?" Tong Mo was obviously puzzled by this: "Don't you want to know what it is?"

Maybe I thought about it before, but not anymore.

Originally, he wanted to throw the photo in front of Tongmo and ask about the situation of the two girls, but now he doesn't seem to think much about it.

So I walked with Tong Mo for a while in silence, and when I was about to get home, I stopped and threw my schoolbag to him: "You go back first, I'll go to the dojo."

Whenever I was in a bad mood, I would be very thankful that in order to play with my little friend Ji Guoyuan Yi I met in kindergarten, I pestered my family to sign up for a nearby swordsmanship dojo.

And the facts have proved that my decision was not wrong.

Although I did not join the kendo club at school, in the kendo dojo, I am now qualified to be the two most proud disciples when facing the swordsmen who come to kick the gym, that is, if the kickers want to challenge the dojo master , the two "teachers" who had to be defeated first took up the challenge.

The swordsmanship dojo where I work is called Iwamoto Dojo. Master Iwamoto told us about his family’s glorious past in the intervals of practice countless times, and their ancestors, that is, Iwamoto who created the "Iwamoto Tiger Eye Style" swordsmanship school Tiger Eye, whose deeds of beheading four heads with one knife was recorded in "Swordsman Liuzulu".

At times like this, Yuanyi always sat on the side without saying a word and wiped his wooden knife. His concentration really made people wonder if he was listening to what the master said.

Although, no matter how powerful the "Iwamoto Tiger Eye Style" was back then, it has nothing to do with today.

——After all, Master's Iwamoto Dojo was once facing the crisis of closing down. It wasn't until Yuanyi joined his sect that slowly attracted some people to come here to learn swordsmanship.

Unless there are other things that must be done, Yuanyi will come to the dojo for a few hours every afternoon after school, and will not go home until the sun goes down.

So after I entered the door, I saw him correcting the posture of the unfamiliar newcomer.

I waved to him from a distance, and after approaching, I patted his arm with the back of my hand and said to him, "Practice with me for a few minutes."

Yuan Yi was taken aback for a moment, looked at me expressionlessly, and nodded without saying anything.

I went to the lounge at the back after changing clothes and came out. Originally, he was instructing newcomers and a new person had changed to instruct. Yuanyi was sitting not far away, guarding the empty seat and waiting for me.

Enichi is a little different from ordinary people - I have discovered this since I was very young.

The most obvious is the flaming red streak running down from his forehead, which his twin brother Ji Guoyan Sheng does not have.

What's not so obvious is the character that needs to get along with each other for a while to realize it.

Compared with the arrogant and indifferent Yuanyi in the eyes of unfamiliar people, in my opinion, he just doesn't know how to communicate with people - just like a junior I met some time ago who was a few grades younger, obviously a very hopeful person. Boys who get along well with others are always reduced to disgusting existences like Tongmo because they don't master the art of language.

When I thought of this, I was also held around the neck by Yuanyi's wooden knife.

He stared at me quietly for a moment before he said, "You're not paying attention."

The somewhat disordered breathing caused by the continuous violent swinging of the knife was exceptionally clear after stopping the movement. While trying to calm down the breathing, it seemed that the mood was much more relaxed with the exhaled breath and the shed sweat.

"Is it so obvious?" I asked Yuanyi, "Just a little distracted for a while..."

"What does it mean to be distracted for a while?" Master appeared out of nowhere, raised his hand and knocked on my head, which immediately made me feel like my forehead was bang bang.

However, the master's horror is not limited to this, he will start talking about the past again.

"If you were in the past, you wouldn't even know how you died at the hands of other swordsmen..."

I covered my head and took a look at Yuanyi, and found that he seemed to be looking at me too—or at me and my bamboo knife that had been thrown down when Master knocked on the forehead.

I retorted in a low voice: "Wooden knives can't kill people... Real sword contests were banned even in the past..."

I thought that saying this would make Master so angry that he couldn't speak, but what I didn't expect was that he would start giving examples again.At the Iwamoto Tiger Eye Dojo back then, almost all the swordsmen who came to kick the gym were beaten to death or disabled. The so-called rules that have always been followed in martial arts competitions have never been followed by the Iwamoto Tiger Eye School.

No matter how I think about it, I feel that this kind of behavior, which was very inhumane at the time, is even more cruel now, but the master said it with a proud face, which really makes people doubt that in his mind Tiger Iwamoto What is the existence of eye flow swordsmanship?

In the end, Yuanyi saved me.

Looking at the master who was smoothed away by him with a few words, I deeply understood the difference between the first and the second.

Yuanyi is not the ordinary number one, he is a very special one, except for being guided for a few days when he first entered the dojo, he has always relied on his own efforts to secure the number one place in the dojo.

Compared with my master's guidance, my swordsmanship is actually more like imitating Yuanyi.

"Have you encountered any problems?" Yuanyi had already had an extra bottle of water in his hand at some point, he handed it to me, turned his face slightly and asked me: "You usually don't come to the dojo on the days when you need to go to class. "

This is also the reason why Master always talks about me. After all, in his eyes, Yuan Yi, who is more talented than me and works harder than me, is simply [-] times more pleasing to the eye than me.

——Obviously, in fact, I am the only person in the entire dojo who can occasionally equalize with Enichi.

"Ah..." Although others say that Yuanyi is always alone and doesn't communicate much with anyone, in fact, Yuanyi is often the first person who can see the changes in my mood.

So I said to him: "It is really difficult to fall in love with the person you like."

Wen Yanyuan opened his eyes slightly, his originally expressionless face seemed to be a little more vivid because of this change in expression.

"Do you... have someone you like?" He seemed to ask me with some hesitation.

I nodded, propped my elbows on my knees, put my palms on my cheeks and turned my head to him and said: "Yes, and he is a very good-looking person."

As soon as Wen Yanyuan showed a pensive look, it was a bit strange to say it, it was clear that his eyes were also red, but it was completely different from Wu Mi's impression.

In Yuanyi's red eyes, there has never been such a thick and gorgeous luster as Wu Mi's.

After my breathing gradually calmed down, the silence gradually spread between us. My eyes fell randomly on the surrounding dojo disciples who were practicing swords. While in the posture, Yuanyi's voice suddenly came from the side.

He asked me, "Who is that person...?"

I sighed, I was too embarrassed to tell him my crush who seemed to have ended before I started, so I patted his shoulder and said to him: "Anyway, he is a very good-looking person."

However, it took me a long time to realize that Yuan Yi is actually often praised for being good-looking.