[Comprehensive] Miss Xizhi

I drove all the way from the apartment to the station. Fortunately, the road condition is quite good.However, the next part of the road will depend on JR.

Zhong also drove the car around several times before finally finding an empty parking space.

Stepping on the brakes, parked the car steadily, Zhongye pulled up the handbrake, only to realize that Wang Xizhi was still holding the group photo that made him extremely ashamed.

A cavity of hot blood rushed to the brain in an instant.

"Throw away this thing to me!" Zhong Ye put on a villainous face and shouted fiercely at her, "Hurry up!"

"Eh? But isn't this a very important thing? The photo with Teacher Mengye is very precious." Wang Xizhi kept the photo in his heart, but felt sorry for him, "If I just throw it away like this, I think Yumeno-sensei will feel very sad too."

No, no, Wang Xizhi thought too much.In fact, Yumeno Sakiko had already forgotten Chuya.

Yumeno Sakiko has nothing but drafts in her heart.jpg

"I don't care if he is hurt or not. If you stay with me, I will be the one who is sad!"

With the same vicious tone, Chuya pulled out the photo from her hand, crumpled it into a ball without even looking at it, and threw it into the ashtray forcefully.The ball of paper bounced twice and obediently stopped on the edge of the ashtray.

Since Mr. Nakaya himself has a good work and rest, and has no bad habits such as smoking or drinking, there is nothing in the ashtray, so the crumpled photos are particularly eye-catching in the ashtray.Even if you can't see the front of the photo, you can still recall the embarrassment at that time.

Zhong also didn't bother to care about such a bad thing anymore.After turning off the car engine and pulling out the car key, he kicked the door and urged Wang Xizhi to get out of the car quickly.

"Otherwise we won't be able to catch the tram!" He threatened Wang Xizhi.

"okay."

Although obediently said so, Wang Xizhi still had some regrets about the photos, but he stopped talking about them.

She can still read air—though not often.

Buy a ticket and walk all the way to the platform.Maybe it was because the rush hour had already passed, there were not many people on the tram, it could even be said to be empty.They walked from the front to the rear of the car, stopped in the car with the fewest people, and found an empty seat to sit down.

For Wang Xizhi, riding a tram is not really a novel experience.She used to take trams to shuttle around Shanghai—but it was the tracked kind.During her short stay in Shanghai some time ago, she also took the subway several times.For her, there is no difference between the subway and the JR tram.

The reason why he still has the opportunity to take the subway is mainly because Lu Xun does not have a private car...

Due to the above-mentioned reasons and experiences, this time Wang Xizhi was quite quiet throughout the whole process, unlike usual, always chasing after Zhongye and asking questions—because she understood quite well, so she didn't ask any questions. necessary.Just at this moment, the radio in the car was playing a soothing cello music, Wang Xizhi listened attentively, and forgot to speak for a moment.

This extraordinarily quiet atmosphere made Chuuya very uncomfortable, even a little unaccustomed to it.He twisted his neck, stared at the seams of his gloves, and waited patiently for Wang Xizhi to ask his first question about the JR train.

However, after waiting for a long time, he still didn't get the first question.

Zhong also felt even more uncomfortable, and all he could think about was why Wang Xizhi hadn't had any problems yet.

Not right, really not right.

Zhong also obviously forgot that he had shown an impatient expression before when Wang Xizhi asked him a lot of questions and urgently needed to answer them.Now that Wang Xizhi had managed to get rid of his curiosity, and the world around him had finally calmed down, he felt that the atmosphere was extremely strange, and he even began to look forward to her questioning—whatever she wanted.

whatever!

tsk...

Zhong also suddenly calmed down for a second.He doesn't feel very good - is his current state of mind the inferiority of human beings?It's disgusting!

Zhong also gritted his teeth and thought, his teeth itching with anger.

He could have been the one to break the silence, but he wasn't too happy about it.In this regard, China also has its own creed.

After the cello music was played, jazz music followed, and then it suddenly became a pop song. The extent of the leap is about as exaggerated as jumping from the Indian Ocean to the Arctic continent.

Until the bgm jumped all the way and stopped at the black rap, they still haven't been able to say a word.

The sunlight outside the window shone on the back of their heads.Through the window glass, the sunlight is sharply cut off by the transparent and hard medium, leaving only warmth.Zhong also yawned and raised his hand to straighten his hat.With the cover of his arm, he took advantage of the situation and took a peek at the side.

With this glance, he understood why the atmosphere was so silent.

Wang Xizhi actually fell asleep.

Thinking about seeing All Might today, Wang Xizhi was so excited that he couldn't sleep last night.

Tossed and turned all night last night, sleepy was always playing hide and seek with her.As soon as she closes her eyes, the active cerebral cortex will outline the heroic figure of All Might, and at the same time, his iconic "I'm coming—!" I don't want to stop without repeating it dozens of times.

She couldn't sleep anymore.

This state lasted almost until around 04:30, when her brain felt tired, and she stopped all the yelling spontaneously and allowed her to rest for a while.

If she calculates carefully, her sleep time may be less than three hours.

Originally, she didn't want to fall asleep on the tram, but the sunlight this morning was so warm that she could hold her tightly in her arms.

Under the sunshine, she completely ignored the sound of the wheels hitting the track, and also forgot that there was a person beside her, and she couldn't hear the heavy strings of the cello, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Really, it's only morning..."

Zhong also complained in a low voice, and quietly moved to the side, leaving more space for her.Perhaps because the tram was bumping, her head also moved, turning left for a while, and running to the right for a while.Driven by the movement of her head, her whole body also became unstable, shaking from side to side.Several times, her shoulder touched Chuya.

Zhong also felt tense, staring at her every movement.

Ahhh——the shaking is getting stronger and stronger.

Is she going to fall on top of me?

At the same time that this thought came up, Chu was also taken aback.

So the question is, what should she do if she really falls up?Should I wake her up, or let her go back to sleep?

Zhong also thought anxiously, his shoulders were stiff.His heart was beating wildly, and he silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Plop - she really fell!

"Ah... it hurts... why did I fall asleep?"

Wang Xizhi woke up, leaning on his painful shoulder from the impact of the hard seat, muttering and sitting upright.Zhong Ye looked a little embarrassed.

Well, she fell down, but the direction of the fall was completely opposite to what he estimated.

"Mr. Zhongye, you look so serious..." Wang Xizhi looked at him timidly, and asked in a low voice, "Did I disturb you by talking in my sleep?"

"No." Chuya replied stiffly, turning his head away from looking at her, "We're almost at the transfer station, remember to follow me closely."

"Hmm... no problem!"

After one transfer, there is not much distance from the destination.There are many people on the second tram, and there are no empty seats, but standing by the door, you can enjoy the cherry blossoms on the street through the window glass.

Tokyo has planted more early cherry varieties, which are now in full bloom.At first glance, it is a continuous pink, and these wonderful colors are reflected in her eyes.

Both Wang Xizhi and Zhongye are newcomers to this city.Zhongye has been here a few times, but there are only a handful of them, and the impression of the street is not deep.

This is where modern technology comes in handy.

Relying on the guidance of the navigation, they walked all the way to Xiongying High School.

"The name of this school, on the other hand, is a hero." Wang Xizhi, who was standing at the ticket gate, said casually, "What kind of school is this? I heard that it cultivates heroes?"

Here comes the first question!

Nakaya's non-existent dull hair was keenly aware of his chance to answer.He couldn't help raising his chin, and the orange hair curled up in a proud arc.

"That's right. The vast majority of heroes in today's society come from heroes. It is said that they are representatives of elite education."

Thanks to the fact that he was free last night, he searched the school on the Internet casually, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to say anything.

He's a mafia after all.

"So this is ah."

Wang Xizhi nodded in understanding.

After queuing at the ticket gate for nearly half an hour, I was finally allowed to enter.There were much more people this time than at the meeting with Sakiko Yumeno, and Zhong was not sure if this was a good thing.

After finding the established location, as soon as I sat down, the lights around me suddenly went out.There was a chattering noise all around.

After about half a minute of darkness, a spotlight was turned on to illuminate the podium.All Might laughed all around.

With a "bang", the podium was covered with a layer of smoke.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Why do you ask?"

The smoke cleared away and the man appeared.

"—Because I'm here!"

The audience cheered and screamed.Wang Xizhi didn't have the nerve to cheer with them, but covered his cheeks uncomfortably, his ears were flushed, he secretly smiled, and his eyes sparkled.

The lights are turned on.Now everyone can see All Might more clearly.

There was another round of cheers.

Zhong also collapsed on the chair.I am very grateful that Xiongying's seat is so soft, so that he has at least one point where he does not need to complain.

Supporting his head with one hand, he continued to stare at the glove, and he had no desire to speak at all.

In a sea of ​​European kitchens, Mr. Nakaya has successfully become the only outlier.