Jingu Qianyuki, who had nothing to do, wandered around the corridor for a while, and finally didn't go back to the office and walked out of the teaching building.

I kind of want to see what Junna Aono is doing, it's just curiosity, nothing else, but when I look at the eyes of the girls outside the building at this time, Jingu Qianxue rests again.

Don't let your curiosity cause any more trouble.

Throwing the innocent little girl out of her mind, she thought about it a little angrily, thinking that in a few days she might collapse and ask for help from herself, Jingu Qianxue walked out of the campus and found her car.

Originally, according to his life trajectory, he probably wanted to go home directly, but today, he rarely threw his bag in the car, asked Keiichi Takemura to take the schoolbag back for him, took out the sports Bluetooth headset from the schoolbag and put it on his ear, and slowly started a jog.

It has long been said that the distance between Chiyuki Jingu's home and Chiyotaka is very far away, and it takes about an hour to ride a bicycle, and it is impossible to walk back without two or three hours. In addition, Jingu Qianxue has always been strict with her schedule, since she decided to delay some time, it is better to move the time of exercise here, a jog of nearly two hours, can be regarded as barely completing the indicators of exercise.

Jingu Qianxue didn't know why she had a whim today, or maybe she thought of several reasons, but she didn't want to admit it.

Speaking of which, it's been a few days since school started, and Jingu Qianxue has really never seen what kind of scenery she has to walk to and from school every day.

He jogged out of the campus, through the quiet streets near the school, and into the bustling downtown area.

At this time, it was about 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was setting, and everything in the bustling city of Tokyo had a dry atmosphere unique to the metropolis.

Before it gets dark, the lights can't wait to light up the signs. Dressed in a variety of young people's fashionable outfits, some spicy eyes. I don't know what's going on with the neon trend, I want to get along with Europe and the United States, but I always lag behind for so many years, and young people are wearing HIPHOP dresses and walking through the city center.

At the end of the day, many men and women in suits weave their heads down and weave across the zebra crossing, happy compared to many who have to work overtime. Or the complete opposite, men and women who don't need to work overtime are unfortunate in Neon. Countless people in the city of Tokyo are like ants surging along with the traffic lights, and then they will be like screws driven into the places where they are needed.

Qianyuki Shinguya, who was wearing a school uniform and headphones, looked a little out of place.

Fortunately, unlike many sad losers, his misfit is not a desperate and sad isolation, but a kind of spotless nobility.

Like a swan singing in the dark water.

Jingu Qianxue's eyes swept indifferently over everything beside him, jogging with steady breathing without the slightest fatigue, occasionally stopping at the traffic light, there would always be a lot of eyes on his body, he was used to it, and he didn't care.

A few bold young ladies came up to ask for contact information, but they all came home, but fortunately, most of them only watched from afar with the idea of not causing trouble to others.

The green light turned on, and Jingu Chiyuki continued to jog, the volume of the headphones turned up so loud that if someone ran the red light, he couldn't even hear the horn and would be knocked off.

But he didn't have the slightest concern, just watched quietly.

Looking at a middle-aged man in a pleated suit holding a wine bottle and staggering across the zebra crossing, looking at a girl in a hot costume, smiling and holding the arms of several bald uncles into the izaka, looking at the gray-haired old man stubbornly on crutches - but only walked to the middle of the road when the traffic light changed.

Jingu Qianxue stopped, and the old man watched the traffic reflecting the sunset in the middle of the zebra crossing, drawing orange lines, and at the next green light, he helped the old man with a face full of disbelief to walk across the road, put on the headphones again, and ran back to where he should be in front of the red light.

Keep running.

Before rushing out of the bustling city center to the high-end villa complex, you will pass by a cluster of apartments.

In the narrow park where the apartment complex barely survived, it was not the children who sat it, but a group of middle-aged uncles who seemed to have made an appointment to go bald.

The uncles were chatting quietly, with beer cans at their feet, and they didn't know how long they had been drinking.

A couple of homeless men crouched in the corner of the park, staring at the cans, their eyes straight – perhaps wondering if there was any beer left in it.

There was a refrigerator outside the convenience store on the street, and Chiyuki Jingu stopped to buy a popsicle called ice cream by Neon People, which was actually only an ice cream popsicle, and like most Neon People, she didn't eat it while walking, but ate it in front of the convenience store and threw the ice cream stick into the trash can on the side.

Luckily, the ice cream stick says 'One more'.

Unfortunately, Jingu Chiyuki didn't know who to give it to, so she simply cheapened the owner who sold ice cream.

Jingu Qianxue, who was not far from home, slowed down and walked slowly, and the Bluetooth headset that forgot to charge also began to strike, and the sound of the world became clear when the headset was taken off.

"Yusuke-kun! You're a ghost this time! ”

"It's not fair!"

"No, hurry up! I'm going to start running! ”

"Ten, Nine, Eight......"

A few children crept in front of Qianyuki Jingu and hid behind the telephone pole around the corner, and when the little boy opened his eyes, he ran towards Qianyuki Jingu while shouting.

Jingu Qianxue didn't look back, and after a while, another shout came from behind him.

"You fouled, you must have peeked!"

"I didn't!"

"Don't count, start over!"

Slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, Jingu Qianxue walked unhurriedly, leaving her voice behind.

As the sun sets, the street lights come on, and the road to the villas becomes a little quieter.

There were a few big dogs who were guarding the house and barked at Jingu Qianxue through the arrogant iron gate, and Jingu Qianxue glanced at it, picked up a stone, and shot it into the mouth of a husky with great accuracy.

The husky was stunned, and then he was so frightened that he grabbed his tail and ran, startling the golden retriever next to him.

Jingu Qianxue couldn't help but sneer.

When I looked up, some of my previous worries were gone.

At this moment, he had to admit one thing - in the past few days, whether it was what Junna Aono had done, or what Aso had said not long ago, it did make him a little annoyed.

Because the two of them, either indirectly or directly, uncovered the long-healed scars of Qianxue Jingu.

Junna Aono made him feel his loneliness, and this loneliness made Kamiyasu Chiyuki realize that she also wanted to have a friend.

Aso made him realize his loneliness, and this loneliness made Kamiya Chiyuki realize that he hadn't found anything worth working on and fighting for for a long time.

And when this jogging made Jingu Qianxue realize what he needed, he would no longer worry about it.

Because as long as it is a problem, there must be a solution.

Coincidentally, this did not conflict with Jingu Qianxue's original goal.

Let's fall in love! Jingu!

The corners of Jingu Qianyuki's mouth were hooked, and she once again strengthened her determination: as long as she has a girlfriend, all this will be solved. A girlfriend will make himself no longer lonely, and the process of challenging love is more difficult for him than everything he has challenged so far.

What loneliness, loneliness and coldness, is not a matter at all.

At this moment, Jingu Qianxue was full of fighting spirit, and she quickened her pace with her head held high, and ran towards her home.

The exaggerated speed, the high-spirited attitude, frightened the oncoming sports cars to slow down and make way for him, that's really - you drop a thousand snows, infinitely rampant.

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PS: This is timed, and the second is not an accident at six o'clock in the afternoon, ask for a recommended ticket~