Although she was very reluctant, after not forgetting the eyes that flew over many times in the Youyi competition, Yang Qinglan still got up from her seat and started to do warm-up exercises. Yes) ?meaning) ?thinking) ?book) ?yard)

As soon as she moved, the students in the stands immediately noticed and began to discuss.

"What do you mean by that brunette, is he going to play?"

"Probably...... Just the ass is numb? ”

"That's clearly a warm-up!"

"Who knows, just wait and see."

……

Hearing the discussion, Sora Fujiwara, who had been distracted, immediately retracted his attention and stared at the venue.

Because Yang Qinglan had already told him in advance that she would play, Fujiwara Sora would come, and what he was waiting for was the few minutes when she played.

He wanted to see what he wanted to do.

Soon, at the pre-agreed time, Shenyin High School applied for a substitution, and the players in the team who were originally responsible for medium and long-distance pitching were replaced, and "Okuhara" slowly walked to the middle of the field.

The game continues.

Less than half a minute into the start, the gymnasium was filled with louder and louder discussions.

"Does that black-haired guy want to fight or not, why does he just turn left and right in that big slap area, without looking at his teammates or watching the ball!"

"Yes, yes, the people who are guarding him are impatient, if he doesn't move, he might as well go and grab the ball!"

"It feels like he's sleepwalking!"

……

The corners of Fujiwara's mouth twitched, and he thought more about "this is the original" than "what is this guy doing", and because of the inexplicable basketball play of Okuhara, he felt that his mood suddenly improved a lot.

However, before he could really put his mind at ease, Yuichi, who snatched the basketball from the opponent's rebounding area, suddenly shouted, "Hara-chan!" "Immediately followed by a toss!

Because the opposition player who was staring at the big empty was too relaxed, he easily received the ball.

The ball was only in his hands for a few tenths of a second, and a graceful parabola appeared over the field.

"Bang!"

"Wow-"

There was an uproar in the venue.

Taking advantage of the stunned nature of the Shanhai High School players, Bai Tori Cang, who had been waiting for the rebound, made a long-distance pass and threw the ball back into the hands of Dakongyuan.

"Bang!"

"Whoop——!!

……

Ozorahara was substituted after only seven minutes on the court, but in those seven minutes, he earned 36 points for the Kamine High School side!

When the thin and short man who was obviously tired and paralyzed returned to the back bench, everyone's eyes in that direction became different, many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and asked everywhere where this person was sacred, and even the other basketball team members of Shanhai High School next to him, who were originally doing daily training, suspended training and stared in his direction and whispered.

The training match ended quickly, and Shenyin High School, which was originally inferior to the mountains and seas attached to the high school, won the game by 7 points.

Because both sides have different degrees of hidden strength, everyone didn't mention that the main players in the mountains and seas did not play, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on the little man who kept his head down and silently cleaned up.

It's said to be a little short, but in fact, Da Kongyuan is not short, but the age of the first year of high school is 165, which belongs to the upper middle level among the neon boys, but in the case of being surrounded by basketball members, plus he himself has been keeping his head down, and his sense of presence is not high, and there is no sense of disobedience to call him "short".

Shiratori Aoi was taken aside by the head of the basketball club of the Yamakai High School to ask for information about Ozorahara, but Shiratori Aoi took him with a smile, leaving only the sentence "Goodbye to the regional qualifiers for the national competition" and leaving the gymnasium with the players.

After changing clothes from the locker room and going out, Fujiwara Sora was waiting outside the locker room door, Yang Qinglan waved his hand to several people in the basketball club and signaled him to go with his companions, and left the team.

Sora Fujiwara looked at her like he was looking at an alien.

"So you're the killer of the basketball club now?"

Yang Qinglan shook her head: "A player like me can only play one surprise, once he is stared at and killed, he can't catch the ball, and he can't score points at all." ”

"That's right."

As they spoke, they rounded a corner and happened to meet a group of students carrying sketchpads, and the two hurriedly leaned against the wall to make way.

However, when they saw the person walking last, they were stunned at the same time.

"Sobu-san?"

was called by name, and Xiangwu Chihaya, who was carrying painting materials and looking at the road, immediately looked up, and then was also stunned.

"Ahh You guys...... Was it a student at Shanhai High School? ”

Fujiwara Sora hurriedly shook his head: "No, we are other students, who came to watch the friends of the basketball club play a training match with the basketball club of Shanhai High School, is Sobu Sang the teacher here?" ”

Xiangwu Qianzao nodded and raised the painting materials in his hand: "I am the art teacher here, and I am also the consultant of the art department, and I just came back with the members of the department to sketch." ”

"Sobu-san...... Does Sotake need help? It looks like it's heavy. Sora Fujiwara gestured to the box she was holding in her arms.

Sotake Chihaya glanced at the students who had already walked away, and whispered to the two of them with a smile: "No, there is Shikijin under the box to help carry it, I'm easy!" ”

Hearing this, the two looked under the box at the same time, but they didn't see anything, but they were embarrassed to ask, so they could only nod pretendly, looking like people in the same way.

"That's right." Xiangwu Qianzao changed his posture and hugged the box, moved closer to the two, and asked, "After that day, did Young Master Liangwu contact you?" ”

"Nope."

"What about the young master of the Kurihara family? I remember he came with you. ”

Fujiwara Sora glanced at Okuhara, and when he saw that he didn't react, he immediately replied: "No, what's the matter, did something happen?" ”

"Actually, it's not a big deal......" Asatake Chihaya seemed a little hesitant to tell what he knew, but it only took less than a second to think before he continued, "The rune paper Dansa Ryogo that I found in the netherworld before brought it out and handed it to my father for identification, and it was confirmed that it was indeed used by Kurihara's three families, so I came to inquire, and it turned out that the cause of the turmoil in the netherworld was actually related to Kurihara Yuki-sama, and the atmosphere between Kurihara Otoha's two families was now a little delicate, and the people of Yakushiji Temple had almost no effect on withdrawing in time, We small families can't intervene if they want to, so it's okay to tell you. ”

Yang Qinglan thought for a while and asked, "So now the culprit has been found?" ”

"No, Lord Xing has been refusing to hand over people, and I don't know what the reason is, Young Master Liangwu clenched his bite, and the rest of the Yiyu family did not show their attitude, but it is estimated that they are on the side of Young Master Liangwu, and if you want to know what the final result is, you can only wait."

"Youyi...... It's the young master of the Kurihara family, after all, he's not from the Kurihara family, and he's not an onmyoji, so he doesn't know much, so if there is a result in this matter, can you ask Mr. Xiangwu to tell us? ”

"As long as there is no secrecy involved, there is no problem."

Yang Qinglan immediately took out her mobile phone: "What is the teacher's email address?" ”

……

After exchanging mailboxes, the two said goodbye to Sotake Chihaya and left the mountain and sea attached to the high school, knowing that there would definitely be no one at the Oku family at night, Fujiwara Sora proposed that Okuhara go home with him for dinner.

"You must be very tired after playing a game of basketball, you can't go home for dinner and deal with it casually, go to my house, my mother said to make curry rice and beef at night!"

Yang Qinglan was just about to agree, but suddenly her heart moved, and the words that came out of her mouth became: "Not today, I have a place to eat at night, and I am going to meet someone." ”

"Who?"

"Someone you don't know."

"Okay." Sora Fujiwara is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of things, and he doesn't insist when he can't get an answer, "You just have something to eat." ”

The two took the tram home, and after getting off the train, they went in different directions and waved goodbye.

Yang Qinglan walked home slowly as usual, and as soon as she entered the door, she confirmed that there was no one at home, and then she saw that the time was still early before dark, just to implement her previous plan with a flash of inspiration.

She entered the bedroom of the big empty couple, and then found a hair tie in the drawer of the makeup table of the big empty mother, and took out a sky blue frame from a pile of glasses from the cabinet next to her, and saw that one less was not conspicuous, and closed the cabinet door with confidence.

As a shopping mall person, Dakong Ma is definitely a model of a successful woman, she is meticulous in her daily dress, and she has a lot of glasses, which just provides convenience for her disguise.

With the newly obtained props, Yang Qinglan walked into the bathroom and began to change her image.

The first is to tie your hair.

Because it's an animated world, it's integrated into a lot of weird plot lines, and it's not strange to dress up in this world, it's just a pigtail, and it's not a maverick.

After tying her hair in twos and threes, Yang Qinglan picked up her glasses and looked at them, and found that although the glasses had a prescription, the prescription was very low, at most 50, even if she didn't pick the lenses, it was not uncomfortable to wear them.

It's just two simple steps, and Da Kongyuan is like a different person, and the thick gloomy temperament in Dan's eyes still affects the senses of the whole face.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Qinglan began to adjust her emotions.

While adjusting, she went upstairs to Okorahara's room to look for clothes and accessories.

Da Kong's family is very rich, his mother often buys him clothes, shoes and watches and the like, and does not ask for his opinion, and most of the time it is not face-to-face, but after buying it, it is put in his room with the packaging, and Da Kongyuan unpacks it and stuffs it into the wardrobe when he sees it, usually wears school uniforms to school, occasionally picks a few pieces out to wear in his free time, throws them in the laundry room after wearing, and waits for the hired part-time workers to clean them.

Eighty percent of his clothes in his cabinet are still new, and they come in a variety of styles, which is so convenient to disguise.

Pick out clothes and change them, choose a very flamboyant watch to wear, touch into the parents' room and find a pair of magnet earrings in Dakong Mom's jewelry box and put them on, and when you stand in front of the mirror again, even Yang Qinglan herself can't recognize who this guy is.

This handsome young man with a bit of arrogance in his eyes, no matter what angle he looks at, is a person who is completely out of line with the big empty plain, and it may be better if he dyes his hair in a color, but it is very troublesome to dye it back, so he can only give up.

After posing in front of the mirror a few times to confirm that the disguise was completed, Yang Qinglan saved the set character into the mask for later use, went back to the room and picked up a backpack that had never been used before, stuffed his belongings into it, and went downstairs to prepare to go out.

She didn't go through the main entrance, but through the small door in the backyard, and in order to prevent anyone from seeing, she deliberately made a circle before walking to the main road.

She stopped a taxi and went straight to the ramen shop "Xi の Flavor".

At this time, it was the peak of dinner, and there were many people in the ramen shop, only the single seat near the kitchen was still free, and Yang Qinglan went straight to the nearest seat to the store manager and sat down.

Because she was too busy, it wasn't until she sat down that the store manager noticed that a new customer had entered the store, and hurriedly greeted: "Yo! What is this little brother going to eat? ”

Yang Qinglan raised her eyes and glanced at the row of wooden signs hanging above her head from the upper edge of her glasses, and then said in a tone that was obviously different from Da Kongyuan: "Pork noodles, troublesome uncle!" ”

"Wait a minute, just a moment!"

"Hmm!"

When the store manager was cooking noodles, Yang Qinglan leaned forward, almost lying on the table, staring at him all the time.

The store manager was a little embarrassed, wiped his face, and didn't notice anything on his face, so he had to ask, "What is the little brother looking at me?" ”

"My friend is a regular customer in your store, and he told me that the store manager is not a neon man? I can't see it at all! ”

The store manager showed a big smile: "I don't have an accent, do I?" I've been practicing for this for a long time! ”

"What nationality is the store manager?"

"Porcelain country."

“……”

The expression on the face of the young man in front of the meeting suddenly stiffened, and the store manager was slightly stunned and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"My father is also from the porcelain country."

"Yes, that's a coincidence, where is he from the porcelain country? Brother, do you speak porcelain Mandarin? ”

"I don't know, I haven't met him, my mother told me that he is from China, my mother doesn't speak China, and I won't either."

The store manager's hand paused for cooking: "I see, I'm sorry, it seems to have touched on a topic you don't like." ”

"No, it's just that I used to occasionally fantasize about what kind of person he is, but I can't think of it, after listening to the store manager you say that you are from the porcelain country, I found that I can't think of it, and there is no difference between it and the neon people."

"Hahaha." The shopkeeper laughed a few times, lowered his head and said while busy working, "The clerks in my store are all from the porcelain country, and the part-time workers are all international students from the porcelain country, what about them?" ”

Yang Qinglan looked around the store and shook her head: "None of them look like fathers. ”

"Little brother's eyesight is good, I am indeed the only one who is a father, I have a very cute daughter named Firefly, of course, this word is different in the porcelain country, and the writing is slightly different, but the meaning is the same."

"And such a thing...... It's obviously a different language. ”

"Little brother is interested in porcelain Mandarin?"

“…… Well. ”

"Do you want to come to my shop to work? We can teach you! ”

"Huh? But I'm not from China? ”

"Half is counted!"

"But I still have to go to school, and there are club activities after school......"

"What about the weekend?"

"Weekend ...... OK. ”

"Then come on the weekend, it happens that the weekend is also a time when there is a shortage of manpower, and I often ask friends to come over to help, you come at the right time, I will calculate the hourly wage for you!"

As soon as the words ended, the store manager brought a bowl of noodles and put it in front of her.

Yang Qinglan saw an extra egg in the bowl at a glance, and was about to ask, when the store manager raised his hand and made a "shhh" gesture, squeezing his eyes at her.

With a suddenly realized expression, she picked up her chopsticks and folded her hands: "I'm going to start!" ”

The manager smiled and went to serve the next customer.

After eating and drinking, he sat down in his position and ordered some snacks and chatted with the store manager for a whole hour before Yang Qinglan left the "taste of the past".

After stepping out of the store, she glanced back at the store where there were already many fewer customers, hooked the corners of her mouth, and went home.