My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 73 Niijima-san is very upset!

At 254:[-] p.m., Ikebukuro, Kawagoe Street, National Highway [-].

There was a drizzle in the night sky, and under the street lamps, the slippery ground reflected a faint yellow light that was reassuring.

Sasaki Jiro touched the nose of his plane with a solemn expression.

"Boss, brothers are ready."

Behind him, a dozen young people wearing fancy clothes and riding fancy modified motorcycles were looking at him excitedly.

The exhaust pipes of those modified locomotives roared, and on the back seat of each locomotive, there was a chess piece with three Chinese characters "Zero Apostle" inserted on one side.

Obviously, this is a group of bosozoku teenagers.

They are about sixteen to sixteen.

Drive modified locomotives and even an old fancy car.

Passers-by gathered in the distance, with their mobile phones and cameras ready, waiting for the arrival of nine o'clock.

Among this group of bosozoku, the most eye-catching one is a blue and white heavy-duty motorcycle in the middle.

No, what is eye-catching is not so much the motorcycle, but the girl on the motorcycle.

He has neat short brown hair, a pair of black hollowed-out eyepatch under the bangs that line his eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and glowing lips. Even if only half of his face can be seen, no one will doubt that this is a 100-year-old % beautiful girls.

Wearing a blue and black woven tights, the main torso is black, the limbs are blue, and a thin black silk scarf is wrapped around the neck. With the night wind, it raises an invisible line in the darkness. An invisible arc.

There are slightly raised spikes on the shoulders, as if to show the proud nature of the girl under the restraint of the tights.

"This competition is a battle of glory against the Headless Horseman. We must let that bastard who pretends to be a ghost know that in the Ikebukuro drag racing party, we are the ones who talk about it!"

Sasaki Jiro saw that the time was almost up, and everyone was ready to go, so he opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

"We will safeguard the glory of Zero Apostle, gentlemen, please fight with me!"

He spoke very excitedly, but the people below were not so confident.

Yes.

Even Sasaki Jiro, who said these words, couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Who knows if the knight riding the black locomotive is a human being or not.
At this point, I can only hope that this girl is really capable. He muttered, his eyes quietly falling on the back in front of him.

Feeling the idiot's gaze falling on him, Niijima resisted the urge to get out of the car and beat him up, gritting his teeth and waiting for the Headless Horseman to arrive.

Why am I wasting my time on these idiots!

My sister is still directing operations on the front line of Sendagaya Tunnel. If it weren't for these idiots, I should be by my sister's side now!
The slender palm grasped the accelerator, and there was a slight friction sound because it was too hard.

The blue and white steel beast is ready to warm up before the station.

As nine o'clock approached, the atmosphere became hotter and hotter.

Whether it was Makoto Niijima, members of the Zero Apostles, or ordinary citizens who were eating melons far away, they were all waiting with bated breath, waiting for the appearance of the black ghost.

Several drones from the Nine Branches also arrived at the scene. All the movements here tonight will be followed by the Nine Branches throughout the process.

In a narrow alley on the left in front of the national highway, there was a burst of wind noise caused by tires rubbing against the ground.

The sound is very subtle and hard to detect on the road.

Makoto Niijima caught the abnormal image in an instant. Inside the hollowed-out black eye mask, the black pupils flashed a little red light, and the pupil color changed completely, turning dark red.

At the same time, the world in her eyes also turned dark red.

At the intersection where the alley meets the national highway, there is a fluctuation in spiritual power.

Very light fluctuations, the value is about 40-50, it looks like a small ant that can be easily crushed to death.

But Niijima really didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. The intuition in her mind told her that what came out of it was an extremely dangerous existence. The low spiritual power value might just hide her own strength. Maybe it was tonight's main character.

under the spotlight.

Three teenagers wearing helmets jumped out of it riding a small red public bicycle.

Embarrassed, as the night wind swirled on the road, the warm atmosphere suddenly encountered a cold wave.

"It's so cold." Someone muttered and subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly.

"Where did the kid come from!" Sasaki Jiro yelled loudly: "Don't make trouble here, go home and drink milk!"

The dozen or so members of Zero Apostle also whistled. Of course, the onlookers would not miss the opportunity to boo. For a while, boos and curses were heard from the entire scene.

Niijima's pupils returned to normal color, and for the first time in her 17 years of life, she had serious doubts about her intuition.

How could this guy be the protagonist!

Fujiwara Hoshikora completely ignored everyone's strange looks, rode the red bicycle, and soon arrived in front of Niijima Makoto.

Yes, just at the first glance, he was attracted by this knight who resembled Shinjima Shinjima in "Persona 5".

The combination of the steel beast and the delicate girl, I love it.

"Hello." Fujiwara Hoshizora took off his yellow Pikachu helmet and faced the knight, with a smile like white sunshine on his face.

This is a magical smile, any girl in Huaichun will be overwhelmed and crazy about it.

From a very close distance, you can see that his thin chest rises and falls slightly with his breathing, his facial features are beautiful, his eyelashes are very long, as if light shines through his eyelids, and his skin is also very delicate, no worse than his own.

Niijima suddenly felt a deer bumping against his chest.

It was the first time she saw Fujiwara Xingkong at the Guitan Club that afternoon, and it had been more than ten days since now.At that time, my first impression of him was mediocre. Although he was a bit handsome, he was a bit greedy for money.

Now that I see him smiling, I realize that the original evaluation may not be enough.

How can I call this a little handsome? This is so handsome!

"Hello." Niijima looked away slightly, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Beautiful knight, can I sit in your back seat and watch the beautiful Tokyo night with you?"

"Huh?" Niijima blinked, thinking, did he recognize himself?

Can he recognize him even with blindfolds on? Does he remember the self he only met once?
Thinking about it this way, I was still a little excited.

"No, not very good," she said a little reservedly and shyly, "We don't understand her well enough."

Fujiwara Xingkong feels that this woman is gradually becoming a seagull now.

Did she misunderstand something?
Please, I'm not interested in you, I just like your motorcycle.

But this kind of words must not be said, so Fujiwara Xingkong said euphemistically: "Although I have never seen you before, I think you have a kind face, so I regard you as an old acquaintance in my heart."

"Since we are old acquaintances, no matter how trivial we are, it will affect our relationship too much, right?"

Makoto Niijima: "."

What kind of rogue logic is this?

Ishigami Chuan and Saito Asuka in the back were full of admiration. You deserve it for being able to say such shameless words.

"By the way." Fujiwara Xingkong continued to attack, "Beautiful knight, I don't know your name yet."

"you guess?"

Guess your sister, do you think you are very humorous?

Fujiwara Xingkong wanted to smash her dog's head with a punch.

"You can't even guess the voice, Fujiwara-san is really disappointing." Niijima slowly took off the blindfold, and showed her perfect face in front of the boy without reservation.

This is an extremely eye-catching face like a lily blooming in the dark.

This face looks so familiar. You should know her. But what is her name?

Fujiwara Xingkong thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized: "It's you, Takahashi-san."

Shinjima: "???"

To be honest, at that time, she wanted to smash Fujiwara Xingkong's dog's head with a punch!

(End of this chapter)