[SD] The daily life of a girl with snake spirit disease

The day I traveled through was early summer, when I opened my eyes, I thought I was still in a dream.In the dream, I won tens of millions of dollars on the slot machines in Las Vegas, and I was overwhelmed with joy, but was awakened by the chips falling from the sky.Only when I woke up did I realize...it turned out that I really won the jackpot...

This is a typical Japanese-style small apartment, and the Japanese-style tatami mats are piled up in a mess with garbage or daily necessities. It is dark and dirty, and it looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

Stretch out your hand, the palm is small and fleshy, there are small pits on the back of the hand, and the nails are long and dirty.Pinch yourself, it hurts.

I remembered that before I went to bed, the headline manuscript that had been left on the page hadn't been passed to the editor-in-chief. If I didn't go to work tomorrow, the whole newspaper society would be crazy, right?

Holding my chin, I sat in the garbage and began to think about how to wear it back,

"Yakko! Yingko!" A boy's shout suddenly sounded outside, accompanied by the sound of knocking on the door, "Yakko! Answer quickly!"

I got up quickly, but felt a little dizzy.I don't know if I slept too much, my body hurts everywhere, and there is a little white light in front of my eyes. This body may have low blood pressure?I walked out following the sound, pushed open the door, and outside the fence surrounding the small yard full of weeds, a boy with red hair who looked about eight|nine years old was still jumping and making noise.

"What are you doing?" I opened my mouth and asked in Japanese naturally.

The boy leaned between the fences and asked a little nervously: "Sakura, are you alright? Are you hungry?"

Take a closer look. Although he has red hair, his facial features still look like an oriental man. Could it be that he is of mixed race?

I rubbed my stomach, and there was a murmur inside immediately, "Hungry." I said.

I don't have any sense of substitution for this face yet, so my expression is probably a little numb, which makes the boy a little worried.

"I'll eat it for you." He reached in through the fence, with a few pieces of sushi stuffed into the small pocket he was carrying. "Yakko, I will open the window at night. If your father beats you again, you can come to my house. He dare not come after me." The boy's eyes are big and dark, and his skin is a healthy wheat color. The tiger-headed and tiger-headed look doesn't match the worry on his face.

"Sakura, don't be afraid, I will protect you." He said firmly.

……

"Hey, this is the beginning of me and Huadao." I licked the ice cream and said to Morishita Mari and Fujisawa Chisa. "That night my gambler father came back and really wanted to do something to me again. I beat him up with a baseball bat, and then I jumped out of the window and fled to Huadao's house. Huadao's father called the police for me. But I didn't expect Yes, the police later sent me to my mother in Hokkaido, so I was separated from Huadao for these years."

"That's it?" Truth's face wrinkled into a little bun, "Well, it sounds like a comic story, a protective stalk or something, and it sounds cute, but, you told me that you have been treating a boy for so many years Never forgetting, this is simply...just..."

"Because I matured prematurely." I replied with a doge face.

"But! But you are Sakurako Kitajima!" Qiansha paused every word. (╯‵ ′)╯

"But, but that's Yingmuhuadao!" I repeated the same words with ╮(╯▽╰)╭'s idiot expression, which shocked them both.

That is Sakuragi Flower Road!When I found out that I was in the world of slam dunk, and the □□red-haired little boy next door was the childhood version of Hanamichi Sakuragi, this sentence was enough to express my feelings.Although I have been rotten and cute Sakuragi/Rukawa, but Sakuragi is my life ([email protected][email protected]=)!Time travel has happened, is it still a dream to soak in Sakuragi!If you don't soak it for a while, I'm sorry to wear it!Although being abused by my father, I was sent to live with my mother who lived in Hokkaido after divorce for so many years, what I always miss is returning here, back to Kanagawa where the SD story takes place, time travel makes me always have a kind of person in my dream The trance feeling, the only thing that maintains me and the anchor point of reality is probably those vivid characters.

Looking at the watch, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. I waved goodbye to Zhen Zhenqian, came out of the KTV, and got on my bicycle to go home.The evening breeze is cool, and wearing my camel coat is refreshing.Because school will start tomorrow, and I will see Sakuragi Hanadao again, I am in such a good mood, even if a few gangsters with hair dyed into mottled hair are whistling at me, I don’t bother to care.But he didn't expect that when he was in such a good mood, there would be people who didn't look for trouble.

I stopped the car with one foot and looked at the three tall and burly guys with pimples in front of me, feeling a little itchy.

"Yo, beauty, do you want to go home so early?" The boy in the center looked at only seventeen or eighteen, but he was almost 1.8 meters tall. When he smiled, he showed his teeth yellowed by smoke.

"You are very unfamiliar. Is this the first time you come here? Don't you know Brother Sakamoto?" The young man next to him joked, "Let Brother Sakamoto take you to a more interesting place!"

"Pfft", they made me laugh, and called "big brother"... Every time I see this kind of teenage children pretending, I feel more funny than annoyed.

"Hey, laughing fart!" Maybe my smile perfectly showed the sarcasm in my heart, and the three sluts became angry from embarrassment.

Forget it, let's go home after the activity.With a sigh in my heart, I stepped off the bicycle.

But before I could taunt again, a hand suddenly rested on the shoulder of that "Brother Sakamoto".A tall man with long hair appeared behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Sakamoto, what did I say last time?"

Just such a sentence from the long-haired one made "Brother Sakamoto" bow his head in fear.Or, was he bowing his head to the burly man riding a motorcycle behind the long hair?He hooked his long-haired hand and whispered a few words to "Brother Sakamoto", and the group of people hurriedly withdrew on their motorcycles.

No one cares about me anymore.

The neon lights of the KTV around me are still flickering, and the alleys not far behind are still coming and going in and out of various Ojisang. The bustle just now seems to have passed away, leaving me dumbfounded with my bicycle between my legs.Hey, that seems to be... the fallen version of Mitsui Shou?

By the time I got home by bike, the pointer had already pointed to eleven o'clock.The Sakuragi’s house next door was pitch black. I opened the window next to it and stared at it for a long time, but I couldn’t see clearly inside.Sighing, I started trying to organize a sleeping spot in the living room.

From leaving Kanagawa at the age of eight to returning to Kanagawa today, I have only stayed in this house for five days.Even when my gambler dad died in a car accident last year, I didn't come back.Although the attorney has arranged for housekeeping to tidy up the house, the dust accumulated over the year still made me toss for an hour or so.Pull out the sleeping bag from the luggage, I roll in it, pretending that I am a cocoon, and tomorrow is the day when I break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, attracting a red-haired Sakuragi... right?

The author has something to say: Meow~ Quickly make a SD short story