My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 125 Are you handsome?In exchange for IQ.

Fujiwara Xingkong shivered, and a big red word "Danger" appeared in front of his eyes.

This feeling is all too familiar.

When playing "Sekiro", he didn't know how many times he died because of this word.

"Fuji! Hara! Same! Learn! You! Say! What! What!"

A shivering voice came, and Fujiwara Xingkong swallowed his saliva, turning his head back with difficulty regardless of the cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

In the line of sight, Shinkawa Yuai stared at him motionless, with no emotion on his face, as cold as an ice sculpture.

"Ah, Mr. Shinkawa, what a coincidence, you are also here to see the moon."

"I didn't expect it. I actually saw the teacher here. Look at it this early in the morning. It's lucky."

"Are you hungry, teacher? I don't have lunch. Huh, huh. I was wrong."

Fujiwara Xingkong stammered, with a smile on his face that was uglier than crying. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people on the platform, he would have wished to come to a taxi to apologize right now.

"I really know I was wrong, teacher, please say something."

"I'm afraid."

Humble, weak, and helpless.

Time passed extremely slowly, and even the rushing movements of the social animals seemed to be in slow motion.

The 16-year-old Fujiwara Xingkong deeply felt at this moment what it meant to speak out.

Shinkawa Yuai looked at him coldly. Although there was no expression on her face, there was a huge wave in her mind.

He has changed so much during this time.

What was Fujiwara Hoshizora like in the past?

Hunchback, dead fish eyes, withdrawn personality, never communicate with others, and never participate in group activities.

He lacks basic respect in dealing with others, treats his classmates coldly, and when the teacher asks him to call him a parent, he can say such shocking bastard words like "wait for me to dig them out to see the teacher" with a deadpan expression.

Sleeping all day in class, with no bright spots in grades, and no special skills from head to toe, to put it bluntly, this kind of person will definitely be the kind of garbage that society doesn't need when he grows up.

What about him now?
Her waist straightened up, her eyes became clear and transparent, and her face was always filled with a sunny and warm smile.

His academic performance has been steadily improving, and he is no longer a bystander outside the crowd in the class. Under his leadership, the other two problem students in the class have also moved closer to a better direction recently.

The point is, he is still very handsome. When he sees this face in class every day, even his mood will become brighter unconsciously.

Moreover, he also knows about his unknown side.

Although he looks trembling now, it is difficult to connect with that fearless young man in the tunnel of Sendagaya that night.

Thinking about it, the frost on Xinchuan Yuai's face was gradually melting. After about ten seconds, a lily bloomed silently on the platform after the ice and snow melted.

She said, "Let's go."

Fujiwara Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief, and the teacher and the student walked side by side on the exit tunnel.

After all, Xinchuan Yuai is a teacher after all, and it is impossible to care so much about her students.As long as he listens to himself, a little offense is not a big deal.

As long as a student with problems like Fujiwara Xingkong shows a little progress, it will definitely surprise the teacher with a new look.

Now he is like a stone being polished.In time, he will surely become a flawless jade that amazes everyone.

It's just that this stone occasionally makes her teeth itch with anger.

The teacher hinted so clearly, but more than a month has passed and you still haven’t discovered who I am?

Damn it, I've been complacent for several days.

Yuai Xinchuan faintly came to a conclusion in his heart that the reason why he is so handsome is all in exchange for his IQ.

When queuing up to exit the gate, Fujiwara Xingkong asked, "Does Mr. Shinkawa live in Ikebukuro?"

"Yes, the teacher lives near Xikou Park"

"Coincidentally, I'm going to Xikou Park too."

"How lucky you are." Yui Shinkawa raised the corner of her mouth into a beautiful smile.

"If I hadn't happened to be busy today and left school early, then I really wouldn't know that my students would jump over the wall and skip class."

Hoshi Fujiwara smiled and followed behind her, not daring to speak at all.

After exiting the turnstile and taking the escalator to the exit, the figures of the teachers and students gradually melted into the bustling street scene under the setting sun.

"Does Fujiwara-san live in Ikebukuro too?"

"No, I live in Nishi-Shinjuku. I came to Ikebukuro today to meet someone."

"woman?"

"Well, teacher, don't look at me like a scumbag, I'm just an ordinary friend."

There was a vague smile on Xinchuan Yuai's face: "That's right, with a girlfriend like Xia Xilin, your vision will indeed become much higher."

"However." She frowned, and changed the topic: "Teacher has to remind you."

"It is very difficult for a class born with mud legs to associate with a young lady who has stood at the top since birth. If the man alone bears the pressure, the result will not be much better than Shen Dongwan. Unless the big Miss will betray her own class for her love, and the two of them will resist the bondage brought by the class gap together. Although the future will be bleak, at least this will be the best memory of the two of you in your life."

When I said this, I was completely from the perspective of a teacher, sincerely caring for the students.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked sideways, and the warm evening light coming in through the treetops shone and danced on her shoulders, like an elf from the sun, which made people feel warm.

He suddenly fell in love with this teacher, not only because of her beauty, but also because of her conscientious attitude.

Of course, it's not that kind of love. After all, the attitude of the island country's education circles towards teacher-student love is very clear.

There's only one way to handle it.

Behead to kill!
Get out of Ikebukuro Station, walk west for about ten minutes, and then walk into Ikebukuro West Exit Park.

If Tokyo is the pop culture capital of Asia, then Ikebukuro is the "Tokyo" of Tokyo, where you can find any factors related to pop culture.

Whether it is fast-moving brands such as GAP and Jill stuar, or bars with the slogan "Rave Carnival", they can be seen everywhere.Rock youths, compensated dating girls, gangsters, performance art performers walking on the street.
Street culture and popular elements that can be seen everywhere can be used as a popular guide like a textbook.

Just like the Ikebukuro West Exit Park you see now, it is located on the edge of the fountain square in the center of the park. Girls with heavy makeup are sitting on benches, and men keep coming forward to strike up a conversation. If they see each other, they will leave together. garden.

Whether they are going to drink, go to karaoke, or go directly to a love hotel, these men and women who have just met will come up with a unified behavior that suits their needs within 5 minutes.

Of course, not everyone is keen on the matter of men and women. There are several large stereos placed in front of the fountain, and dance lovers dance to the thundering bass.On the opposite side of the dancers, there is a group of music players, holding their guitars and roaring, triumphantly challenging the bass sound on the opposite side.

Looking forward, the square in front of the Tokyo Metropolitan Arts Theater has become a large playground.Many skateboarders and off-road vehicle enthusiasts gather here, and the two groups are secretly competing, like fighting in a ring to seize the territory, and if there is any disagreement, there will be a multiplayer sport of men on top of men.

Unlike these enthusiasts who have a fixed area, the delinquent boys who have joined the gang will wander around the park. They seem calm on the surface, but there is an invisible line that separates them, and they are like a bloodthirsty line. Sharks are like wild sharks, wandering around outside the shark prevention net.

The public toilet in the corner of the park is a well-known trading center, where all kinds of people get what they need.Five minutes after the buyer enters the toilet, hot girls in bubble socks will disappear in the men's toilet just like the buyer.

Of course, outsiders have no way of knowing how and what they trade with buyers.

This kind of huge chaos hidden under the orderliness makes it hard not to remind people of Hong Kong Island in the late 90s, Tsim Sha Tsui, Causeway Bay, Yau Ma Tei, Lan Kwai Fong and other places.

Therefore, every time Fujiwara Xingkong walks here, a familiar BGM will sound in his mind.

[All-powerful, I arbitrarily break through and everyone looks up to me. ]
[All-powerful, I never need to look back. ]
[Overturning the world, I decided to write the law of self-respect. ]
Indulging in self-fantasy and unable to extricate himself, even his footsteps can't help but become unrecognizable.

There is only one speaker in Ikebukuro, and that is me, Fujiwara Hoshizo!
It's just that before taking a few steps, the head of the speaker in Ikebukuro was opened.

"What are you thinking!" Shinkawa Yuai knocked on his head, and warned with a serious face: "You are not allowed to learn from these people!"

Alas, when you come out to hang out, you always have to pay it back, Wu Zhenyu sincerely does not deceive me.
Fujiwara Xingkong was not very sad, and he couldn't help sighing in Chinese: "Students are not halfway through starting a business, but they are blocked in the middle. Today, Ikebukuro is disorderly and dangerous. This is the autumn of life and death. However, Mr. Xinchuan is very old-fashioned."

He hadn't finished changing his teacher's list yet, and received another chestnut on the head.

"Fujiwara-san, you don't think that I, a Mandarin teacher, can't understand Chinese, do you?"

"Oh, teacher, you hurt me."

Shinkawa Yui nodded his forehead in a dumbfounded voice, "Come on, don't act coquettishly to the teacher. The teacher is not a little girl and won't do this to you."

The two continued to walk forward with a smile, passed through Xikou Park, and walked into a quieter street.

In the open-air coffee shop on the side of the road, strange foreign folk songs were heard, and the lazy fat orange cat was lying in the bicycle basket in front of the shop and dozing, and the footsteps gradually quieted down.

In a romantic and peaceful atmosphere, there are lovers kissing under the dim light.

When the teacher and the student walked over, they both secretly glanced at each other, and then felt a bit of embarrassment for each other inexplicably.

In order to divert his attention, Fujiwara Xingkong turned his eyes, saw the box held by the old hand on his chest, and found the topic.

"The box in Teacher Xinchuan's hand is so beautiful, is it a gift?"

"Yeah, some couple towels, couple toothbrushes, couple cups, things like that."

"Uh, is the teacher living with her boyfriend?"

"Huh? No, the teacher is still single. These things are gifts from a friend."

Walked forward 50 meters, still did not separate.

The steps of the two were not consistent, so every few steps, Fujiwara Xingkong deliberately slowed down, waiting for her to keep up with his steps.

"Why is Mr. Xinchuan single? You are so beautiful. There should be many men chasing you."

"Falling in love is like hitting a ghost. It's all about fate."

"What kind of weird analogy is this?"

"This is the analogy of the Mandarin teacher. Don't you think it makes sense?"

Fujiwara Xingkong thought about it carefully, and found that there was some truth to what he said.

After all, every time he bumps into a ghost, he gets a new girlfriend.

After walking about 100 meters further, in front of a dimly lit coffee shop, Fujiwara Hoshizo stopped and waved to her.

"I'm here, see you tomorrow, teacher."

Shinkawa Yuai looked at the extremely romantic coffee shop behind him, frowned, and then, with lightning speed, put her hand on his ear and twisted it hard.

"Fujiwara Xingkong, you have a girlfriend and you still invite other women to the coffee shop."

"Scumbag, the teacher misjudged you!!!"

The boy's tragic cry resounded instantly.

Daju, who was sleeping comfortably in the basket, was so frightened that he almost crushed the entire bicycle.

Stupid human beings are always taken aback, when will they be as stable as our cats.

Alas, forget it, we can’t ask them so much, after all, human beings are not a race favored by God.
Daju is very sorry, so he can only let it go.

(End of this chapter)