5t5 still hasn't turned positive today

Akira Yamashita thought to herself, if she had to distinguish between the Ono faction and the Wujo faction, of course she... belonged to the Ono Sana faction!

She watched her figure disappear, secretly clicking her tongue.

Ono-san is so beautiful, although she claims to be a little beauty, if she dresses up carefully and walks on the street, the rate of turning heads is at least 50.00%, but that little confidence evaporates as soon as she appears.

It is simply suppressed by the aura. When she stands here, even if she speaks softly and is not forceful at all, everyone present, whether male or female, can't help but focus on her. Until she leaves, that kind of dominance is complete The atmosphere of the venue then collapsed.

It's not just the face, is it?

Akira Yamashita thought to herself, if she had to say it, there was also the oppressive aura brought by maturity and some more fundamental things... Ah, what should I do to become such an unforgettable beauty like her?

She waved away these useless thoughts for a while, but she still remembered what she was doing.

Come on, Akira Yamashita!

The group photo of Mr. Wujo has been obtained, and the next goal is to date!

At first I thought he would be difficult...well, in fact, he was difficult, but I didn't expect it to be another kind of difficulty, which would probably scare away more than half of the girls who saw him pounce on his face.

However, although her personality is very problematic, if she thinks about it in reverse, as long as she is thick-skinned and persistent, she may succeed!

Anyway, the teacher is really handsome, definitely not a loss!

Thinking of this, she blushed slightly and said, "Well, Teacher Wutiao, have you figured out what to eat tonight? I know there is a restaurant near here that does good western food..."

"I'll eat anything."

Gojo Satoru said casually: "It's a pity that I don't have time, and now I can't tell where I'm going to have my dinner, so let's forget it."

In order to ensure that teachers have a decent attendance rate at work, he specifically asked the supervisor to arrange his work in the dead of night as much as possible.

This is also impossible.

As a result, Xiyin, a heartless guy, had a normal work and rest, eating and sleeping well, so the number of times he came to him became less and less.

This is of course a good thing...someone thought so, and thought a little troubled, but this guy will definitely come to me whenever he feels upset.

So, will you come today?

The strongest magician didn't know whether he was looking forward to it or thinking in trouble, should he give the supervisor a wink and stop giving him a task today?

Tsumiki and Kei were both at home and free, so Xiyin returned home, bought vegetables and planned to make lunch.

Hui has already woken up, and is sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, her white and tender face looks a little gloomy and unhappy.

But for him, such an expression is the norm, Xiyin and Tsumiki didn't take it to heart.

There were two women, one big and one small, one was the main force and the other was helping out. They quickly cooked lunch.

After eating his stomach full, Hui Ding said to Xiyin solemnly: "I've made up my mind, I should go and take a look. I want to know what kind of place the Zen garden is."

Xi Yin smiled and nodded, "Hui is indeed a strong child."

As a family with a history of thousands of years, the main family of the Chanyuan is also in Kyoto. Although it will not stay for long, it will take at least two days including the round trip.

After Megumi made a decision, Xiyin asked Tsumiki for advice, and instead of leaving her alone in Tokyo, arranged work, asked for leave for herself and her children, and set off on the Shinkansen.

For Tsumiji, this trip to Kyoto was like an unexpected trip—with his family, he went to a place with a rather historical atmosphere, which sounded like a historical site.

"Hui, are you looking forward to it?"

Her eyes were sparkling, and she was much more excited than the stern Hui looked forward to, "That's your home, the whole house is a complex of ancient buildings."

The girl glanced at Xi Yin, and after she nodded, she said, "It seems that there will be at least a few hundred people, all of whom are related to Hui by blood, family~"

Blood does not necessarily mean family.

Hui glanced at his sister and thought with some trouble, and the quantifiers of hundreds of people really scared him a little.

"Don't worry."

Xiyin reassured him, "Just go and have a look. If Hui feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to leave halfway."

It seems that Zenyuan's house is really not a good place. The sensitive Hui is so slanderous, and her expectations for the "family" in her heart have dropped another gear.

After getting off the Shinkansen, two young men in jinbei and hakama with a samurai appearance greeted them. They were sent by the Chanyuan family to pick them up.

These two people are very polite, and they can be called respectful to the three of them, but Hui, who is young and sensitive, still feels uncomfortable.

Sometimes, not looking directly at someone is a manifestation of the subordinates showing respect to the superiors and not daring to offend them. Kehui clearly felt their lowered gazes, and when they glanced over her, there was an unspeakable expression. It means that if you insist on saying it, it seems that you are afraid of repelling something.

Contrary to their attitude towards him, they were watching, but not looking at Tsumiji, and their gazes flicked towards the girl unabashedly, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Tsumiji is cheerful and kind, and likes to think of the best of others, but she is not slow at all.

She quickly realized that she was unwelcome, and she kept silent all the way. Hui couldn't help but hate the Chanyuan family even more when she realized this. If they chose to go to the Chanyuan home, it was absolutely impossible for Tsumeiji and them to be happy.

When they arrived outside the simple yet exquisite Japanese-style house, the two men handed over their party to a young woman, bowed and left.

The woman had a gentle and beautiful appearance, dressed like a servant girl, and her demeanor was full of low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, but she had a very good temperament, and there was no sign of shrinking in her eyebrows.

Her temperament is not like that of a servant, making it hard to guess her status.

The woman led them through the winding corridors, and also walked in the eyes of the members of the Chanyuan family who didn't understand.

It's really annoying, it's more annoying here than I imagined!

Thinking of this, Kei pursed her lips with a straight face.

Tsumiji just clenched Xiyin's hand, a little nervous, wanted to say something but didn't dare to speak.

"Tsu Meiji, you found out, the people in the Buddhist monastery are very strange."

Xiyin then stopped, bent over to Tsumiji and asked softly.

Tsumiji looked around with vigilance and surprise. She noticed that the woman leading the way seemed not to pay attention to their movements, but she was very vigilant and stopped.

She came back as quietly as possible: "Yes, Sister Xiyin, they are so strange."

"Because it is a precious and rare historical relic."

Xi Yin smiled and said, "Does Tsumiki still remember why she wanted to come here?"

"The Chanyuan House did not disappoint you. It is big and complete, and it has the style of thousands of years ago everywhere. Even the people who live here still keep the habits and thoughts of thousands of years ago. Thinking about it carefully, it is quite rare. What a sight to see."

Tsumeiji couldn't help laughing, thinking, only sister Xiyin could say such hurtful words in such a tone.

She is a gentle and courageous person, I hope she can grow into such a girl in the future.

For the rest of the trip, she relaxed a lot, and she didn't hold Xiyin's hand so hard, and finally she could enjoy this wonderful experience with a little bit.

The master of the Chanyuan, who is directly adjacent to the Zenyuan, has white beard and hair, and is an old man in his seventies.

But he was tall, with a rosy face and a mighty imposing manner, and he really didn't look like an old man.

"Yo, you are Shir's son, Hui?"

He has a pair of tiger eyes, and he feels quite oppressive when looking at people.At this time, staring at Hui, who was about ten years old and thinner than his peers, he greeted with a loud voice: "Tsk, that annoying guy with Shier is almost carved out of the same mold, as if They even have similar personalities, not very lovable!"

As the head of the monastery, he unexpectedly has a bright and cheerful personality, which is completely different from the members of the monastery who have a certain filthy aura that he has seen along the way.

Being told face to face that he has a bad personality, Hui unexpectedly didn't dislike him very much. He glanced at Xiyin and walked up to Zhibiren with a stinky face.

After meeting Zhibi, the woman leading the way took Xiyin and Tsumiji to another room to wait, served refreshments and left.

"That grandpa looks a bit fierce."

The worrying little sister Tsumiji said: "Is he Hui's uncle? The two of them don't look like they are only a generation apart... Hui's temper is not very good either, so they won't quarrel?"

"how could be?"

Xiyin comforted her and said, "Patriarch Zhibi has an upright personality and is very easy to get along with, and after all, he is old and has a big heart, so he is not a stingy person."

As for whether Zhibi is a good person or not, that's up to the beholder.

But he is very defensive, and he is very kind to the juniors in the family, especially those who are capable and ambitious.

I don't know how Gojo Satoru negotiated with him at the beginning, and what conditions he gave to take Hui away with a mere 10 billion yuan.

In her thoughts, a cup of tea passed in the blink of an eye.

The woman who led the way brought Hui to Xi Yin, and bowed down to thank Xi Yin, "Master Patriarch asked me to express my gratitude to Miss Ono, and he will remember this friendship."

This is what it means to owe her a favor and ask the Zen Academy for help in the future.

"Master Naobi-sama is really too polite."

Xi Yin returned the salute and declined her invitation to ask them to stay for lunch.

Tsumiji asked Hui curiously, "Your uncle...what did that adult say to you?"

Hui said plainly and normally: "Just asked me if I wanted to stay here, I refused, and then he gave me the opportunity to come back and see more in the future." He rejected the proposal from the bottom of his heart, but didn't say it out loud.

"And then I said something about my trash dad."

Hui's father is a rascal... In short, he is a very difficult guy, and Tsumiji's impression of Shier is only these few fragments.

She knew that he was no longer alive, so she didn't ask any further after hearing this.

Walking in silence without losing speed in the beautiful scenery, but there is no place for people to stop, this visit seems to be going to end without any waves.

When they were about to walk out of the Chanyuan home, a tall figure walked straight from the other end of the narrow and long corridor.

The woman leading the way in front was a little nervous, and saluted the man who was coming: "Master Naoya, why are you here?"

"Is there any place in the Chanyuan family that I can't come to?"

Laisheng has a handsome face, with raised eyeliner, and because of his extravagant temperament, he is particularly special among the introverted and feminine Zenyuan clansmen.

His facial features and outlines can be seen a little bit of Zhibiren's shadow, of course, he is similar to Shi Er and the young Hui.

Naoya, it's been a long time.

Xiyin thought about this, and said softly: "It's been a few years since I saw you, how have you been recently?"

Zenyuan Naoya heard the news that Hui was coming, so he came to see him specially.

After all, this child has inherited ten shadow spells, which may threaten his status as the superior and detached son of the lord and the next heir.

But I really saw it, his condescending gaze only glanced at the short and young Hui, and he stopped giving him a look, but focused all his attention on him, gradually getting out of the young girl's posture Ono Nozomi.

Naoya felt that his love at first sight a few years ago was simply obsessed.

Ono Xiyin can only see her face, it doesn't help him at all, and she doesn't know how to praise her. Recalling that he was still thinking about marrying her into the family and treating her as the main wife, he wished he could go back to the beginning and treat her hard kick.

'I heard that you were dumped by someone... You are looking for a guy who came from a commoner, stepped on shit luck, and got a good technique? '

He was originally planning to throw such sharp words on this uninterested woman, so as to admire her distressed appearance.