"Uh......" The two who were fighting were stunned.

"He hit me!" In fact, as long as the weak young man sued like this, Kamiya had no room for rebuttal, because at this moment he found that he didn't seem to have any reason to attack the weak young man in front of him, just an intuitive sense of vigilance.

".............................." Unexpectedly, the weak young man looked dazed, and he had nothing to say.

"That...... Since we were so enthusiastic when we first met, I'll reintroduce you. "Yamashiro and the number teacher and the mud skills are also good.

"This is transfer student Shizuki Kusa Juro." Yamashiro-sensei pointed to the weak boy in front of Ueya.

"I ...... It's an international student Ryuichi Kamiya, hello. "Who is Ueya, as soon as I glanced at the big beauty next to Mr. Yamashiro, I immediately changed my strategy.

"You............ Hello............" Shizuki Kusa Juro doesn't seem to be very good at this kind of hypocritical communication, and he is still in full swing just now, and he will exchange greetings again, and his brain doesn't seem to be able to adapt to this sharp turn.

"Then ......" Without waiting for Kusa Juro to respond, Yamashiro-sensei introduced the big beauties around him.

"This is the person who is responsible for taking the two students to visit the school, the student president of our school, who does not hesitate to give up the holidays to lead the new students to visit the school."

After being introduced by Mr. Yamashiro, the girl stepped forward, and her tough gaze didn't seem to take the two male classmates who were fighting in the slightest.

Yamashiro-sensei's kindness seems to have completely ruined the situation, and he seems to have felt the smell of gunpowder between the three of them.

"Well, you guys...... It seems to be familiar at first sight...... "Misinterpreting hostility into affectionate gaze, Yamashiro's skills are not shallow, and he is indeed worthy of being a successful person who has obtained a teaching certificate."

"Then ~~~ I'll take my leave first." Yamashiro-sensei let out a pale laugh as he slowly retreated towards the door.

"I'm in the office, just look for me after the tour, Aoizaki-san, pay attention, this is the moment to test your mind as a student council!" I have to say that Mr. Yamashiro's ability to shake the pot is also first-class.

"Forget it, it's not a matter of a day or two for Yamashiro-sensei to be stupid~~~~~ so, what is your name?" Aosaki-san seems to have ignored the introduction just now.

"My name is Shizuki Kususa Juro, and you're Miss Aosaki." In Ueya's opinion, Kusa Juro's dirt bun seemed to be a little happy, as if he was smirking at the big beauty in front of him.

"Well, how about I call you Jing Xi-kun?" Aosaki-san, still with his hands crossed on his chest.

"How's that?" Kusa Juro looked dazed.

After that, it was a cute conversation between the president of the acute student council and the natural transfer students, and every time he went to a place, Jingxi had to ask this and that. Remembering that Miss Kuenji might still be waiting for him outside, Kamiya didn't have so much time to play dumb riddles with the two of them, so he spent less than half an hour walking roughly around and then walked outside the school.

Surprisingly, Ueya actually saw Miss Kuenji at the school gate.

(Are you waiting for me?) It shouldn't be~~~~~)" Ueya approached Miss Kuenji with a puzzled attitude.

"Follow me." The voice like a silver bell is very beautiful, but the attitude of metallic cold is still cold.

"Hmm." Kamiya didn't say much either.

After walking for a while, there is a long ramp on the hill in front of you. An old residential area that seems to be completely out of touch with modernity appears in front of Kamiya's eyes.

The asphalt ramp continues upwards until it ends in the forest, after which only a mountain path remains. On such an old mountain road, there was actually a vending machine, and Ueya became curious and bought a can of drink there, but Miss Kuenji just glanced at him, but did not wait for him.

Ueya stood on the ramp and looked down, and the landscape of Misaki was in full view.

"It's a pity it's a cloudy day." Kamiya sighed at his fortune.

When I turned around, a manor suddenly appeared in front of me. This is the place that was previously called the "Monk's Temple" by Kamiya.

This is an orthodox Western-style house, and it is best described as a Western-style house. The main building is large enough to fit into three life-sized residences, with a courtyard that surrounds the main building. The courtyard is surrounded by a high iron fence and is covered with creepers and other plants. There is also a small house like a firewood house on the high ground outside the main building.

All this is already an incomprehensible height for Kamiya-kun, who wants to be a house slave from the Celestial Empire, where the house price is more than gold.

"Click," Miss Kuenji pushed the door open.

Kamiya followed and crept into the hall, the main color of the hall was gray, Kamiya looked up and found no electric lights, the ceiling went straight to the second floor, and the only source of light at the moment was the daylight and moonlight shining down from the skylight of this stairwell.

"Boom~~~~" The sound of metal colliding came, and it turned out to be Miss Kuenji taking out a bunch of keys from the cupboard under the phone.

"There's an address on it." After leaving these words, Miss Kuenji walked up the stairs.

"It wasn't in the Western-style building." Kamiya carried the key, looking at the address on the sign, and sighed at the regret that he had passed by the big villa.

"Miss Kuenji ~~~~" Kamiya shouted to the beauty who was about to disappear on the second floor.

The footsteps on the wooden floor stopped abruptly, as if in response to the boy's call.

"Can I come back more often in the future?"

After a brief pause in the "..................", footsteps on the wooden floor sounded again, and the girl did not answer, but she had already given an answer.

Two hours later, the temple mansion, the living room

"I'm asleep?" The person who spoke, it was the beautiful student president Aoko Aosaki who led Kamiya and Kusushiro to visit the school during the day.

"Hmm." Across from her, Kuenji sat on a couch and read an old book. Her fair skin and graceful demeanor make people feel a melancholy beauty from her. The jet-black and shiny black hair, and the uniform reminiscent of a nun, are so beautiful that Aozaki will take a few more looks.

There are pearls in Jiuyuan Temple.,Cohabitant of the same age as Aozaki Aoko.。

"How long did I sleep?" Aoko rubbed her eyes.

"More than an hour...... If you sleep here, you'll catch a cold. Youzhu replied indifferently.

"So, what happened?" After a long time together, Youzhu can already detect Qingzi's abnormality, which may be the so-called "familiarity".

"I was called by the school because I was in a hurry, but I lost the job of taking care of the transfer students, and I wasted a day miserably...... Alas~~~~~~" Aoko sighed.

"Teacher Yamashiro said that this transfer student is completely out of touch with society, and he used to live in the mountains, and he didn't understand social knowledge~~~~ But I didn't expect that this kind of person really existed in reality~~~ Youzhu ~~~~~"

Youzhu looked up, but Aoko began to complain more quickly.

"I thought he was a natural nerd.,But he seems to be very good at fighting.,Just after I came, I got into a fight with a guy called Shanggu or something.,One is holding a table leg that I don't know where to break off.,The other is holding a water pipe.,The two of them fought in the corridor like this~~~~~~~~"

"Later, when I showed them around the school, I told him succinctly and politely what the classroom was for, guess what the guy said?" Qingzi sold a pass.

"And what about the other classrooms?" Aoko looked like she was devastation.

"What else is there in the classroom~~~~~~~~ but that Kamiya said that he just looked at it himself and left on the spot, and he probably collapsed~~~~~~~~"

"It's rare to see you comment on someone...... Are you the type of person who cares more about clumsy people? Youzhu still didn't look up.

"I don't care at all! However, I was a little worried that something would go wrong with him tomorrow. Aoko shook her hair.

"Anyway, he's a weirdo, maybe he gets along well with Youzhu~~~~~~~"

"Ahh That's right! Aoko clapped her hands.

"Speaking of which, Youzhu's family said that the boy who was going to stay here should come today~~~~~" Qingzi looked at Youzhu gossipingly.

The sound of "......................................................" pages turning.

"What's his name............" Aoko thought with her chin pinched.

"Up...... Upper Valley ...... What's going on? ”

"Ahh Could it be !! Aoko suddenly realized something.

"I've been sent away." There was not a trace of fluctuation in Youzhu's voice, as if it were taken for granted.

"Uh........................" Aoko's gossip smile froze on her face.

"Back to the topic of reality." This time, Youzhu finally raised her head.

"Okay~~~What's the matter~~~~" Aoko was still lying on the sofa.

"You didn't finish that thing today, something shouldn't have been."

"I've said that I'm introspecting.,Do you want to say that you can only give priority to school after being able to take charge alone~~~~"

"It's good to understand."

As for the meaning of Youzhu, Aoko is very clear that it is a compromise between the superficial school life and the modern lifestyle. Although Qingzi thinks that she is living in seclusion in modern times, Yuzhu thinks that eclectic seclusion is not up or down.

“…… You're trying to make up my mind......" Aoko's expression became serious.

"It has nothing to do with Youzhu, it's up to me to decide." Aoko sat up hard, and in front of her was Youzhu's silent figure.

"I'll fix it next week, so let's do it~~~~~"

"Well, as long as you're okay with Aoko." Youzhu is still quiet and silent.

"Then please do your work beforehand, I can't do it now."

"Is the location in that park?"

"Hmm."

After a brief conversation, Youzhu buried her head again in the book on her lap.