My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 21 Do You Like Her?like.

Fujiwara Xingkong's sleep last night was very light, like japonica rice noodles, not sticky and not long.

An inexplicable happiness emerged from his sleep, causing him to wake up four or five times. Every time he woke up, Miss Milo's face would appear in his eyes and her voice would be in his ears.

Her every word, every frown and smile comforted her heart.

I fell asleep in a daze, and woke up again after a while, thinking that this happiness should not be buried because of sleep, so I resisted sleeping, and relive the scene under the cherry blossom tree that day.

When I finally woke up, I got up and saw that it was a sunny day.

October 4, Wednesday.

Hoshiko Fujiwara carried the love bento made by Ritsuko, left home with a hazy sleepiness, and set foot on the Yamanote Line train.

Half asleep and half awake, I was pushed out of Shibuya Station by the crowd behind me.

After a few steps, I passed the famous Shibuya intersection.

It is said that this is the most prosperous intersection in the world.

About 250 million people pass by every day.

Standing here is like standing in the center of the world.The noisy crowd, the continuous traffic flow, and the towering skyscrapers set off each other. Whenever the green light is on, the huge flow of people criss-crossing and shuttling will always give people a sense of life in a trance.

Life is such a silly thing.

For example, Fujiwara Xingkong has always wanted to be a Kamen Rider, but he didn't expect to become a Death Knight first.Dreamed of becoming Yin Zhiping, but unexpectedly became Ning Caichen.

Things are so new under the sun.

This boring emotion stopped abruptly the moment I stepped into the school gate.

Fujiwara Xingkong, who has five strategy missions, doesn't have so much time to comprehend life.

He couldn't wait to split himself into five parts, one part to please Xia Xilin, one part to find the gap girl, one part to go to the women's bathroom, one part to turn around and go home, and one part to jump into the well.

Walked into the teaching building, avoided all surveillance, slipped into the school computer room, and posted another post on 2ch.

[I have decided that if Fujiwara Hoshikora can succeed, I will also face my own life! 】

[This is a war without gunpowder, a big collision of two classes.As long as Fujiwara Xingkong finally gets together with Xia Xilin, I believe that the world is still good, then I will rekindle my love for life. ]
I have to say that the secondary index of the islanders is really quite explosive.

Soon, in the reply to this post, Fujiwara Xingkong was praised as the representative of the common people, the hope of the young people of the empire, the proletarian revolutionist, the son of the worker, and the person who carried the hope of all Heisei waste wood.

Although they don't know anything about Fujiwara Xingkong, it doesn't prevent them from pinning their hopes on a person similar to themselves.

It didn't take long before a large number of students who claimed to be from the private Beichuan High School began to emerge.

Several live broadcast posts appeared on the front page of the forum in an instant, and there was a tendency to tout this farce as a national love affair.

The traditional media, whose nose is better than a dog's, finally smelled something different.

Before the morning passed, countless calls came into the principal's office.

"No, nothing, everything is a rumor, I hope you reporters don't report blindly."

"I'll say it again, high school students should study hard and not be preoccupied with dating!"

"Opinion? I don't have an opinion. That's it. The phone is out of gas. Goodbye."

"I'm driving, you can call again in a month."

After dealing with a call from the media, the bald headmaster unplugged the phone line and slumped on the office chair.

He crossed his fingers, clenched his hands, and pursed his lips. After thinking about it, he took out his phone and called Xia Xilin.

"Hi principal."

A flat voice came from the microphone.

"Hello, Xia Xi." The bald headmaster touched the back of his left hand with his right hand, and said after deliberation, "About this matter, do you think you should fire Fujiwara Xingkong?"

There was no hesitation on the microphone, and he directly refused: "The public opinion of direct dismissal is too influential, let him continue."

continue?

continue what?
The bald headmaster put down his phone with a dazed expression on his face.

Back in the classroom, Fujiwara Hoshizo didn't move his butt all day.

No matter how many mobile phones were outside the classroom taking pictures of him, he looked as steady as a rock.

During the lunch break, Saori Aizawa tactfully reminded him when she sat across from him eating lunch.

Asuka Sato from the news agency went through the transfer procedures last night.

It is said that because his father, who works in a bank, was dispatched to Kagoshima, the family packed up their belongings and ran away that day.

I was in a hurry and bought a standing ticket overnight.

Fujiwara Xingkong has been listening, without interrupting the whole process.

The bell rang after school in the afternoon, and when he was about to hide in the ghost club again, an unexpected person appeared in front of him.

He said, "Come on, let's talk."

Fujiwara Xingkong followed him out of the school gate without saying a word, and walked into an izakaya not far away.

It was not time to eat, and there were very few people in the store.

In the widest semi-enclosed tatami room in the store, Fujiwara Hoshikong sat opposite him.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Naoto Fujiwara poured himself a glass of wine, raised it, and motioned for his nephew to take a drink.

"It's been a year." Fujiwara Xingkong drank tea with him instead of wine.

After saying this, the two did not speak again.

Naoto Fujiwara just drank one cup after another.

He drank it in a hurry, a kind of barley shochu with a temperature of about 25°, and when the waiter brought the dish, he had already finished a small bottle.

"Let's eat." He pointed to the dishes on the table, which were full of sashimi, fried food, grilled food, and boiled food.

The price doesn't look cheap, anyway, Fujiwara Xingkong, a poor ghost, can't even name a dish.

But he didn't have much appetite today, so after a few mouthfuls, he put the chopsticks back on the chopstick rest.

"Why don't you eat it?" Naoto Fujiwara ate a piece of salmon sashimi with a lot of wasabi on it, his face flushed from choking, and tears flowed down his face.

He sniffled, chewed and said, "If you don't eat it now, you won't be able to eat it later."

Fujiwara Hoshizo shook his head: "I won't leave Tokyo."

"What nonsense?" Naoto Fujiwara wiped away his tears with a tissue, "I am your guardian, I want to leave Tokyo, of course I have to take you with me."

"They made you go?"

"What's the use of saying these stupid words, uncle can't resign, he can only hold his nose and accept his fate."

"It was also their idea to take me out of Tokyo?"

"It's uncle's own idea, for your own good."

"You can't take me away." Fujiwara Xingkong was a little lost, looking at his uncle's white temples, he sighed: "I'm sorry to bring uncle into this matter, but I can't leave Tokyo, and I won't leave Tokyo .”

Naoto Fujiwara took a few mouthfuls of food silently, and directly picked up the wine bottle and "gurgled" to pour the wine.

Drinking in a hurry, the wine spurted from the corner of his mouth and flowed down, dyeing a beautiful cherry blossom on the white shirt.

A bottle of 350ml soju quickly bottomed out. He put down the empty bottle and let out a long breath.

"belch"

Not caring about wiping off the wine stains on his body, Naoto Fujiwara hiccupped and asked, "Can you tell Uncle about your relationship with that Xia Xilin?"

"It's not as exaggerated as it was uploaded on the Internet." Fujiwara Xingkong thought for a while and said, "It's just that she gave me something and helped me once."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"She doesn't like you?"

"do not like."

"do you like her?"

Fujiwara Xingkong smiled a little shyly: "I like it."

In order to prove that what he said was true, he hastily added: "So I will not leave Tokyo."

Naoto Fujiwara smiled bitterly: "You know, this is impossible."

"I didn't say there was any possibility." Fujiwara Xingkong shrugged, stood up, and bowed.

"I'm going home first, uncle, take care. If I have a chance in the future, I will make up for your loss."

He just walked on his forefoot.

Sachiko Shiraishi followed into the private room.

Naoto Fujiwara grimaced, took out the recording pen from his body, and respectfully handed it to the girl in front of him who seemed to be a high school student.

What awaits him is a new life after leaving Tokyo.

……

Walking out of the izakaya, the bustling Shibuya comes into view. Unknown buildings over [-] meters long are densely arranged like cocoons. The sunlight reflects golden light, making it impossible to open your eyes.

Fujiwara Starry Sky came to the platform of the Yamanote Line and set foot on the train bound for Shinjuku.

While the carriage was shaking from side to side, he thought for a while, opened Line, found the account with the remark [Slut: Yukino Risa], and sent a message there.

[Come and find me tomorrow night]
(End of this chapter)