"Isn't Japan particularly interesting? There are so many anime and games?"

"Have you ever met those manga artists, and will there be voice actors performing at the comic con?"

"Do you know the new game that came out in Japan recently......?

Hula, the surrounding classmates surrounded Yoko Ueshiba with lightning speed, which she didn't expect, and she originally wanted to chat with Yang Qiao more.

Today, she didn't feel the existence of a "spirit" from Yang Qiao's side, which made her firmly believe that Yang Qiao must not be an ordinary person, maybe like a Japanese onmyoji, who can control ghosts and gods?

As long as he is not an ordinary person, he should be able to get in touch with more special people, and the chances of finding clues by himself will be greatly increased at that time.

However, before she could act, Yoko Ueshiba was surrounded by the crowd, and she immediately became anxious when she saw Yang Qiao walking out of the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

"It's rude. ”

A moment ago, the girl who was as gentle as a little flower, her eyebrows raised, and her eyes shone with a terrifying light, and she raised her hand to make an Aikido gesture. The young men and women who were happily surrounding Yoko Ueshiba shivered inexplicably, as if something bad was about to happen......

Not long after Yang Qiao walked out of the classroom, he heard a gentle and exotic voice behind him: "Excuse me, classmate Yang, can I go with you?"

When I looked back, I saw a Japanese girl holding a book and catching up. Because she was in a hurry, her long hair was a little scattered, and her fair cheeks were slightly red, like a shallow rouge, and like cherry blossoms blooming in March, which was extremely moving.

"Ueshiba-san. Yang Qiao was a little surprised, how could this Japanese girl come out with her.

"That's the case, it's the first time I've come to China, and I don't have any friends, so I know Yang Jun, so ......" Out of Japanese shyness, she bowed deeply to Yang Qiao again.

"It's okay, let's go together. Yang Qiao is still not used to the polite way of Japanese girls, but he is not rejected.

"Really, thank you so much!" Yoko Ueshiba's eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth smiled into charming dimples, holding the book in her arms and bowing to Yang Qiao again, her black hair was flying, and the girl's body was as soft as a delicate willow branch.

"Hey, don't bow anymore, it's rare in China to keep bowing like this. Yang Qiao waved his hand again and again, crying and laughing.

The two walked out side by side, and behind them, the students in the third class of the second year of high school sneakily cast curious and frightened glances from the door and window.

"That Japanese girl left with Yang Qiao?"

"yes, it's so scary, I didn't expect her to be so violent......"

Everyone was concerned, nodded tacitly, and turned their faces to look at the classroom - Yoko Ueshiba's desk had a neatly broken corner, and the fracture was as smooth as a knife cut.

If you offend this girl, you will be hit by her hand knife......

The boys in the class instantly felt cold on their backs, and they no longer had any envy for Yang Qiao.

Under the sun, young men and women walked side by side, boys carrying bags, girls holding books, strolling on the verdant campus playground, full of youth and romance, and there was a feeling of youth idol drama. It's just that the mood of the parties is completely different from what is staged on TV.

Yang Qiao felt very strange about the existence of Yoko Ueshiba in her heart, she originally thought that she was just a Japanese girl who knew martial arts, but before parting last time, she said that she could feel the spirit around her, which means that she could detect the existence of the teacher "Lu Weijiu", which made Yang Qiao curious about her feelings, and kept a little distance, secretly guessing the origin of this Japanese girl.

And Yoko Ueshiba is also spinning her thoughts in her heart.

Now at close range, no other classmates disturbed, she has confirmed that Yang Qiao's side does not follow the "spirit" like last time, so is the spirit next to this Chinese teenager his "raised" god, or is it something else?

These require further contact and testing to know.

"Ah......h

"Ahh......h

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding and turned their heads to look at each other, and just opened their mouths and stopped.

Yang Qiao scratched his head a little embarrassed, he was trying to find a topic, to see if Yoko Ueshiba could really see something that others couldn't see, Japan is a very magical country, in some ways, for things like traditional yin and yang and ghosts, it is more superstitious than China.

Yoko Ueshiba's cheeks flushed, holding the book on his chest with both hands, and bowed slightly to Yang Qiao: "Yang Jun, I want to ask, what do you think of 'spirit'?"

"Spirit?" Yang Qiao's heart was shocked, and his spirit suddenly lifted.

Yoko Ueshiba held the book in her arms and looked at Yang Qiao expectantly, wanting to hear his opinion, for her, this was a temptation, as long as she looked at Yang Qiao's reaction, she knew if he was the kind of person she was looking for.

Seeing that Yang Qiao didn't answer immediately, Yoko Ueshiba bit her lip slightly and made a decision.

She took half a step forward, in a posture closer to Yang Qiao, and asked in a low voice: "My physique is a little special, and I can naturally perceive some special things...... Are you a Chinese onmyoji?"

The big crescent-like eyes of a Japanese girl flashed with curiosity, like starlight, which made people a little dizzy.

She put one index finger on her temple, tilted her head and said to herself, "Ahhhhh

Faced with Yoko Ueshiba's natural and unpretentious "attack", Yang Qiao was a little dizzy. The distance between the two of them is so close that they can smell their breathing. The warm humidity emanating from the other party's snort, and a girl's unique fragrance, made him a little embarrassed.

Yoko Ueshiba's straightforward way of speaking also made Yang Qiao a little uncomfortable, he thought about it for a while, and decided to reveal a little bit of his situation to Yoko Ueshiba.

The world is big, the rivers and lakes are deep, and there are still a few people who really have the ability to be different from ordinary people. Of course, just like Tsushima Xiaoling, the matter about the teacher Lu Weijiu is a secret among secrets, and that must not be said.

Yang Qiao's eyes stared at the Japanese girl who was close at hand, and saw her own shadow reflected in the other party's water-cutting eyes, and her dress swayed in the breeze with the green shade, full of the taste of quiet summer.

He froze and was about to speak, when suddenly, a slender snow-white palm slapped him on the shoulder.

"Yang Qiao!"

A crisp and pleasant girl's voice came, Yang Qiao was startled, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth. He and Yoko Ueshiba turned their heads together, and immediately saw a bright face with delicate features like a porcelain doll.

It was a girl wearing a knee-length skirt in the green of the lake, with a ponytail on her head, her eyes as clear as spring water, and the corners of her mouth with a delicate look of joy and hatred, which was unforgettable at first sight.

"Ma Xiaoling. ”

Yang Qiao couldn't help but blurt out.

"Why are you here?" Yang Qiao was surprised, since the graduation ceremony of the last junior class, he hadn't seen Ma Xiaoling for a few days, and he had thought that everyone would come out to gather again, but he never expected to see her in his school.

Ma Xiaoling didn't pay attention to Yang Qiao's question at all, and her eyes fell from Yang Qiao to Yoko Ueshiba opposite in the next second.

There is a thing called aura.

At this moment, Yang Qiao clearly felt that there was a serious disagreement between Yoko Ueshiba and Ma Xiaoling.

The eyes of the two girls collided in midair, as if there were invisible sparks shooting.

"Yang Qiao. Ma Xiaoling's voice sank suddenly, and he asked with a slight hostility: "Who is she?"

At the same time, Yoko Ueshiba also asked vigilantly: "Yang Jun, who is this?"

"Ma Xiaoling, let me introduce to you, this is ...... The new transfer student in our class, my classmate, Yoko Ueshiba. After speaking, the young man turned to the other side and said, "Yangzi, this is my good friend, named Ma Xiaoling." ”

However, his introduction was in vain, the two girls completely ignored Yang Qiao's existence, and approached together, their auras kept colliding, full of sabre-rattling flavor.

The temperature around him dropped by a few degrees all of a sudden, and in the summer, it actually made Yang Qiao feel cold.