My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 7 Anyway, Fujiwara Hoshizora has dead eyes.
In April, the streets of Tokyo are dazzlingly decorated with cherry blossoms.

Today is Monday and I have to go to school.

But because Ritsuko and Ritsuko had been tossing until midnight last night, it was almost eight o'clock when I woke up.

After a brief wash, under Ritsuko's frantic urging, Fujiwara Hoshikora, still half asleep, dived into the crowded platform of the JR Yamanote Line.

His high school is in Shibuya, and classes start at 8:[-] every morning.If you go from Shinjuku, you can take the tram for three stops.

However, Tokyo's trains during rush hour are definitely the most annoying existence besides crows.

"Please step back beyond the yellow line and wait for the bus safely."

"Brush" With a specific electronic sound, the car door opened, and the crowd swarmed out, and then they all crowded into the car.

"The door is about to close, please pay attention."

with specific music.The doors were closed and the tram started to move. Everyone's body began to sway from side to side as the train moved, moving together to the next stop.

The pulse of this bustling city begins in this way, and it will end in a similar way.

Wandering around, I arrived at the station and got off.

Walking out of the platform and taking a long breath of fresh air, the whole person feels alive again.

Walking on the road from Shibuya Station to the private Beichuan High School, every window of the high-rise building in Chunxia Middle School is shining happily under the sunlight.

Blooming cherry blossoms can be seen everywhere in the intervals of the mixed-use buildings, at the corners of the slopes, and on the low embankments.

As a gust of wind blew, cherry blossoms began to rain all over the city. The fallen flowers were colorful and beautiful.

Fujiwara Hoshikora couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart once again, there are so many cherry blossoms in Tokyo.

Walk into the school, go to the shoe cabinet, open it, and put on your own flat shoes.

When he first entered high school, he could see a love letter from time to time in his shoe cabinet, but now it is completely gone.

Not surprisingly, in the next two years of my high school career, no one would take the initiative to ask for a relationship.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Xingkong was even a little lucky.

In his eyes, a high school student whose mind is full of thoughts of falling in love is similar to a starving seagull over Tokyo Bay.

Both are equally diabolical.

After changing his shoes, he walked up the stairs. The morning sun was very warm, and his figure was reflected in the glass of the corridor.

Fujiwara Xingkong turned his head to take a look. He was thin and his bangs were a little messy. In terms of appearance, he was very delicate?He evaluates himself in this way, perhaps because he hasn't grown up yet.

Still, a very supermodel handsome guy for sure.

He opened his mouth and smiled faintly.

Charisma+1
Smile more prettily, and look more gentle.

Charisma+1
At this time, look at the system panel again, and you can clearly see a line of words.

[Charm value 1: 10/10 (for people, the value fluctuates and cannot be increased by itself)]

It's full.

Fujiwara Xingkong put away his smile and regained his composure.

Another reminder flashed in my mind.

Charm -2
Return to your average level.

He bent down.

Charm -1
Then divert your eyes and put on a pair of dead fish eyes.

Charm -2
ojbk!

At this time, the charm value is 5, which is the level of the general public.

The charm value that can be freely controlled helped him relieve a lot of worries.

When he was in the first grade of junior middle school, someone poked a love letter in his face on the first day, begging for friendship.

If he hadn't dodged in time at that time, he might have been directly poked blind.

Since then, Fujiwara Xingkong has learned to behave.

He began to appear at school in the form of a hunched back and dead fish eyes, so as to restrain his charm that had nowhere to rest.

This kind of mentality is easy to understand, after all, human beings do not grow in his preferences.

Who likes to be pestered by a group of kittens and puppies in heat all day long.

He began to deliberately reduce his communication with others, deliberately control his grade level, and deliberately maintain a well-behaved appearance.

The effect of this is very obvious. In the eyes of his classmates, Fujiwara Xingkong is neither a top student nor a scumbag.

Neither a handsome guy nor an ugly guy.

Neither a social expert nor a gloomy house.

There is no need for communication, and there will be no deliberate alienation.

I always feel that I will unconsciously forget the existence of this person.

Maybe it was only the second day after graduation that I couldn't remember his name or his appearance.

That's fine, Fujiwara Xingkong has always found it annoying to deal with people.

How convenient it is to communicate with evil spirits and the like, just kill them if you don't like them.

What about people?
It can't be killed directly.

Walking through the corridor, in front of Class A of the second year of high school, he paused and looked up at the sign of Class A.

I couldn't help thinking in my heart, why not go to university to study medicine.

The title of the graduation thesis is well thought out.

"New Disease Research Report: You will die as soon as you enter the classroom." 》

The classroom was noisy. Everyone was discussing their spring break experiences with the classmates around them, discussing the latest hot news on the Internet, or whispering gossip and secret rumors.

Arriving at the back row by the window, the protagonist's exclusive position, as soon as Fujiwara Xingkong's schoolbag was put away, he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Under normal circumstances, in the classroom, he is either sleeping, reading various classics, or looking out the window in a daze.

If they are not in the classroom, they basically sneak to the women's bathroom to chat with Hanako.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Hanako for a long time, I miss her.

"Oh hi, Fujiwara-kun."

He raised his head slightly, Aizawa Saori stood in front of him with a smile, and handed over a bottle of black tea and a hot dog.

"Have you had breakfast? I bought too much. Here it is."

"Have eaten, thank you."

She didn't hear the meaning of thank you at all. Saori Aizawa bit her lip aggrievedly, and shook the black tea in her hand.

"Then you drink black tea, this black tea is delicious."

"This product contains too much sugar, and if you drink too much, you will get diabetes."

"Huh? Fujiwara-kun. Really, really good. Pay attention to your health." Saori Aizawa is gradually breaking down.

While her mind was blank, the girl glanced at his desk, saw a book, and instantly thought of a way to revive the already dead Tian.

"This is Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities. Does Fujiwara-kun also like to read this book?"

"Yes." Fujiwara Xingkong answered following her topic this time.

"Yo Gada" Saori Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally continue talking to him.

She smiled softly and said, "I like it too. The love in it is so romantic. You think so too, right?"

"Romantic?" Fujiwara Hoshizora felt that there might be something wrong with her mind, and she was still romantic even if her head fell off.

"No, I don't think so." He shook his head, jokingly said: "From this book, I have come to a truth, God will not treat an infatuated person badly, usually to the death."

"Huh?" Saori Aizawa opened her mouth blankly, unable to speak for a long time.It was only when the bell rang that class was about to start that he came back to his senses.

"Hey Fujiwara-kun." She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and asked softly, "We...are friends, right?"

"Aizawa-san." Fujiwara Xingkong still stared at his pair of dead fish eyes, and asked seriously: "Do you know what will happen if you get shot in the head?"

"Huh? Nani?"

"It's like this." Under Aizawa Saori's stunned gaze, he used his hand like a gun to point his head with a "bang", and then fell down on the table and slept all morning.

The warm breeze in mid-April blew up the classroom curtains and flipped the books on the desks.

Rustle.

At this time, he would scratch it in a daze and change to a more comfortable sleeping position.

(End of this chapter)