This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Qianxia Qianxue didn't take Beichuan Temple's words lightly just because she received an email from the blogger of the Urban Ghost Story Office.

After all, compared to that illusory urban ghost talk blogger, Beichuan Temple is the person she can really get in touch with.

Since you can touch it, of course you can't let it go.

Considering that the blogger of the Urban Ghost Story Agency has made an appointment for today, then make an appointment with Beichuan Temple for tomorrow.

After Qianxia Qianxue planned everything, she followed Hitomi Asamiya back to the atrium.

There was still no one in the atrium. After all, the weather outside was very cold, and the cold wind passing over the head made people feel uncomfortable all over.

It is estimated that only Beichuan Temple will go out for a walk at this time.

Are you all right? Beichuan Temple, who was asleep, opened his eyes and asked Qianxia Qianxue after glancing at him.

It's fine for the time being, I was really rude just now. Qianxia Qianxue bowed, and then asked again: It's just that I'm still a little puzzled, why student Beichuan asked me if I encountered any strange things recently.

Why do you ask?

Beichuan Temple looked over expressionlessly, and replied in a very calm tone:

Why do I say that - Chairman Qianxia should have a clue, why don't we make an appointment to discuss it in detail.

I didn't expect Beichuan Temple to be so considerate!

Originally, Qianxia Qianxue planned to make the request by herself, but Beichuan Temple actually said the lines she wanted to say.

Her heart moved, and just as she was about to set a time, she heard Beichuan Temple over there say after a while of silence:

It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, why not just this afternoon after school, the place is—

Not this afternoon!

Qianxia Qianxue objected subconsciously. She also obviously realized that her reaction was a little too extreme. She covered her mouth and explained loudly:

I made an appointment with a friend this afternoon, so I can't agree to classmate Beichuan, how about this, let's find a separate time to chat tomorrow, how about it?

Got a date with a friend?

Beichuan Temple took a deep look at Qianxia Qianxue, and nodded after a while, indicating that he agreed.

Seeing Beichuan Temple nodding, Qianxia Qianxue breathed a sigh of relief, she bowed to Beichuan Temple again and said:

Student Beichuan, I'm here today. I still have student union affairs to deal with. I'm very sorry to interrupt your lunch break.

It's just some small things. Beichuan Temple stood up from the bench, took another look at her, and walked back to the teaching building.

At the same time, his voice came along:

It's just that it's better to get rid of the things on President Qianxia's body quickly.

Qianxia Qianxue also stood there dumbfounded after hearing this, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

I'm sorry, President Qianxia, ​​the lunch break is almost over, and I'm about to go back. Hitomi Asamiya's weak voice sounded.

Ah—please.

Qianxia Qianxue replied subconsciously.

She is still thinking about the meaning of what Beichuan Temple said just now.

things on me...

Savoring these words, Qianxia Qianxue subconsciously looked back.

There was nothing behind him, leaving nothing but a cold wind howling past.

There were paper airplanes flying up, and the whiteness of the paper was a bit too cruel.

The little girl subconsciously shook her body, and let out a breath of white air——

It's warm and cold.

 …

In the afternoon, Jingbei High School.

When it was time to leave school, the originally quiet Jingbei High School was undoubtedly much more lively.

Some students call their friends to participate in department activities, some students take their friends to sing K, eat, and have dinners, and some students take their girlfriends to a small garden to talk about love, and it is not a good idea to go to a love hotel if you go to a higher level. What a problem.

The after-school life of Japanese high school students is very rich, and they can choose various interests to develop in many aspects without much schoolwork.

However, Beichuan Temple does not belong to the above types of people, so he is left alone in the big classroom at the moment.

Beichuan Temple didn't care either, he began to sort out what he found today in his mind.

After a day of careful observation, he did not find his name on the list of the ministry. Similarly, no senior came to inform him to participate in club activities.

What's worth mentioning is that he saw the order of the last exam on the bulletin board.

Beichuan Temple ranks one hundred and fifty.

In this school with more than 300 people in the first grade, this ranking is undoubtedly a bit delicate.

But now is not the time to care about grades.

After dealing with the affairs in Bashan City, I will think about campus trifles such as spring break exams.

Besides, it's almost time now.

Beichuan Temple glanced at the time on the phone, propped himself up from the table, and walked towards the cure cafe.

Cure Café, this should be regarded as a favorite place for Jingbei high school students to gather.

Not only the delicious Buffy, but also the mixed coffee brewed by the manager is also a must, and the consumption here happens to be affordable by the students, so it is very popular among the students.

When Beichuan Temple learned about this place, he heard it from Beichuan Eri by chance, so he secretly kept it in mind and remembered it.

He has no interest in his sister, but since he acquired the system and Naoshizi's weird-attracting physique, Beichuan Temple discovered that Japan is actually not as peaceful as he imagined, so he still needs to pay more attention to his sister's usual movements, so as not to When the time comes, there will be no regrets.

He walked out of the school in three steps and two steps, and quickly entered the Cure Cafe.

I didn't look carefully, but I saw a familiar figure wearing a big mask and a peaked cap from a long distance away.

If it wasn't Qianxia Qianxue, who was it?

It really is her. The thoughts in Beichuan Temple's heart were verified.

He had tried Qianxia Qianxue during his lunch break. Although he kept his mind open and didn't say it directly, he couldn't help shaking his head when he saw that sneaky girl who was poking her head.

The other party was probably afraid that the blogger of the 'Urban Ghost Story Office' would be a weirdo, so he took defensive measures in advance and covered his pretty face.

After all, it's normal for a girl to be a little defensive when she's outside, which is also understandable for Beichuan Temple.

Now that he had verified what he thought in his heart, Beichuan Temple did not hesitate at the door, and went straight to the seat in front of the girl wearing a mask and peaked cap and sat down.

Well? !

Qianxia Qianxue was still searching for her target, but when someone sat in front of her, she subconsciously said, Sorry, there is someone here—

President Qian Xia.

well? !

Hearing this familiar tone of voice, Qianxia Qianxue blinked her eyes in confusion, then she took off her mask, stood up, and looked at Beichuan Temple in disbelief:

Student Beichuan!?

Thanks to the book friends Shenlan and Sanjiu for licking the first reward on Thursday!