"Husband, do you think so? Overdone? I don't think so? Isn't it cute to say that a straightforward girl like me is cute? I think it's refreshing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Orchestral music answered as a matter of course.

It's this attitude, of course, a bit overdone.

I thought she would at least give me a roll of my eyes and pretend to be angry and reason with me, after all, my speech was not a compliment, and even going deeper could be regarded as a level of complaint, but she didn't miss it at all.

However, her straightforward and unscrupulous remarks are really a bit unique, in fact, I don't hate it, or rather, this kind of girl, I and Ben are not qualified to hate it.

However, from a communication point of view, I am obviously on the underdog, and if I want to win a game, it seems unlikely that I can rely on my skills.

So what's next?

As a stranger meeting for the first time, if you go so deep into the topic, you basically can't go on any longer.

I wondered how to end this inexplicable conversation.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, little man, I haven't delayed you for so long, right?"

Before I could think of an excuse to end the conversation, the orchestra had already handed me the switch to turn off.

So, I don't really hate smart girls, and I even like them.

"You're polite, I'm glad to be able to chat with a girl like you."

"Ah, little man, you really can talk, I feel a little attracted to you."

The orchestra pretended to cover her chest, and suddenly, as if she remembered something:

"Oops, I almost forgot about serious things"

She screamed cutely, and she was a girl who dreamed of a lonely profession like a cartoonist, but she had an extraordinary social experience.

"The classmates in the class are going to sing karaoke together, and it is rare to be lucky to be classmates and want to go out to hold a happy friendship, do you want to go together? Husband. ”

"Fellowship?"

To be honest, as the Minister of Honor for Homecoming, I have a certain degree of rejection of all after-school social activities, of course, this is not to say that I have been ostracized and neglected in the past, but I have developed a psychological barrier to these extracurricular activities, but I simply think that it is more refreshing to go home and waste time than to waste time with some people I don't know very well.

Fertilizer and water do not flow into the fields of outsiders, this is the truth.

Not to mention that I do have important things,

But

"Okay."

I'm back like this.

The orchestra smashed his mouth, and the corners of his eyes revealed an unexpected look:

"Oh, I thought you would simply refuse, after all, you don't seem to be the kind of person who is good at sociability."

Do I have such a good face?

However, even if you don't want to interact with people, you have to try to adapt to the laws of survival as a human being, do you want to be a tree all your life, stay quietly in the forest and carry out unknown photosynthesis?

As an ordinary person, I am also a person who wants to work hard.

The karaoke party ended with a long sleeve dancer like an orchestra.

At least, even if I am not very good at social skills, I feel relaxed and happy in the sorority, and I am not embarrassed by having strangers, let alone awkward because I am not speculative. In this case, I have to sincerely admire and thank the orchestra for its existence, and her activity in this sorority is at least half of the reason for the success of this sorority, and perhaps not only that.

Coming out of the karaoke, the sun has quietly slipped away. In the evening, this is a world that is completely different from the daytime.

But I was in no hurry to go home for dinner, because there were more important things to do.

Saying goodbye to my classmates, I gradually walked away, the bustling downtown area, the dark road, seemed to walk slowly, and after a while, there were fewer and fewer houses on both sides of the road, and pedestrians and vehicles gradually stopped appearing.

At this time, I found a strange man, wearing a dull brown suit, carrying a briefcase with frayed corners, but his hair was meticulously groomed, and his expression was in a hurry.

He was asking for directions with the occasional passerby.

"Sorry to bother, do you know how to get to Inari Shrine?"

"Inari Shrine? There is no Inari Shrine here, but there is a Atsuta Shrine in front of Mitsuto Station. ”

"Ah, Atsuta Shrine? That's pretty rare. That's a nuisance. ”

"It's okay."

The strange man thanked the passers-by, stood on the side of the road and stood straight with the street lamp in his hand, the dim light shining on his face from top to bottom, and the traces of his facial features were as hard as marble sculptures.

Although it was a bit strange to ask the way to the shrine at this time, the lonely appearance of the man made me a little unbearable, and I hurriedly stepped forward, who had always believed that good people would be rewarded.

"If you're looking for Inari Shrine, I'm going to go too, come with me."

The man stared at me with no waves on his face:

"Who are you?"

"Just a hero of interest."

“…….”

My shamelessness left him speechless.

And I put aside the deceitful nonsense above, said no more, and turned to leave.

The man hesitated for a moment, frowned and let go, and finally followed.

We didn't speak on the way, and of course I thought there was something to talk to someone I had only known for a few minutes, and the strange man's behavior was a little inexplicable, and although he didn't deliberately observe, I knew that he had been staring at me with wide eyes.

The hot gaze swept my ass with a faint pain.

Hey, don't be so hungry!

Speaking of which, on the first night of high school, what more important thing would I do than go home for dinner, but after a sorority with my new classmates, I have to mysteriously run to the shrine, what am I going to do as a new high school student?

It's a secret.

It was a small mountain, but it was a bit of a struggle to climb, so I went up the trail to the middle of the trail and turned into a fork in the road without stone slabs.

The sky had completely darkened, and the path that had deviated from the main road up the mountain did not look like there were street lamps, and there were no fingers in sight of the five fingers, only the sound of birdsong and insect chirping.

I wasn't afraid at all, but the man didn't know why, and he didn't hesitate to follow me down this daunting path.

After walking for about a few hundred steps, a rare red candle flickered in the distance, forming a line until the top of the mountain.

"Coming soon?"

The man's deep voice startled me.

"Or what do you think?"

I didn't respond angrily.

"That's the Inari Shrine up there."

"I don't know that the shrine-sama doesn't have a home now."

I frowned:

"What's the matter with Miss Miko?"

"Business."

The man spoke briefly and seemed inconvenient to speak.

I'll smash it, smash it, smash it:

"If it were today, Miss Shrine Maiden would be in the shrine, after all, this is the time of the day, and it would be too rude to go out."

"That's right."

The man whispered.