Thinking of Saber, Catherine felt a wave of complicated emotions in her heart. Saber is obviously so reluctant in her heart, so concerned about her, why did she "expell" her here so ruthlessly? That's a whole three years of separation. Catherine sighed as she looked at the messy bed because it had too many items on hold.

"Looks like she's made up her mind that she wants me to stay here for a long time......"

"Ah, I'm a little too excited, but this room is really nice." Shirley's eyes lit up, and she obviously hadn't recovered from her excitement, "By the way, what did you just mutter?" ”

"Nothing...... Here, it's so-so - haven't you lived in this kind of room before? Catherine looked at Shirley strangely. Looking at her, she doesn't look like a child from a poor family.

Shirley, on the other hand, looked at her with a natural expression: "Of course not, the sun is hot and harsh in our place, and the water can't go straight to the room like this." ”

"Looks like you're from the desert?" Catherine looked at Shirley and guessed seven, seven, eight, eight.

"Ah, yes - by the way, who is Tsubasa?" Shirley asked, tilting her head.

"Huh? Oh, the Middle Kingdom. Catherine was stunned for a moment, because she hadn't gotten used to the pseudonym Tsubasa, so she almost didn't react the moment she was called by this name by Shirley.

"Middle Kingdom, is Tsubasa a lady of a noble family? - Ah, it can't be the royal family, is it the princess? Shirley's eyes sparkled as she looked at Catherine, and her watery eyes were almost heart-shaped.

"Well, if you want to talk about nobility, it's barely counted. But Her Royal Highness the princess or something, I think it's because you're thinking too much......"

"Damn, if only my ancestors had conquered the rich land of the Middle Kingdoms sooner." The girl with short orange hair didn't care what she said at all, she just complained to herself.

"Hey, don't say things like that that that would cause international disputes, stupid." Tsubasa wondered if the girl in front of him was really hopelessly natural.

"Oh, let's not talk about that for now - according to your etiquette, you should introduce yourself, right?" Shirley stood up and held out her right hand to Catherine, "My name is Shirley, I'm fourteen years old, and I'm from the Desert Empire. Since we are destined to meet here, let's spend three years happily together. ”

"Don't be so solemn, stupid," Catherine held out her right hand and shook it with Shirley in the same way, "Middle Kingdom, Wing, sixteen." ”

"Ah, you're two years older than me! Then I should call you Sister Yi! Shirley laughed.

"Whatever you want." A tired Catherine brushed aside the loose things on the bed and leaned over.

"Sister Yi, let's go visit the school."

"Not interested."

"Sister Yi, youth lies in sports."

"I don't want to move."

"Then Sister Yi, let's go eat."

"Not hungry yet."

"Sister Wing ......"

"I'm annoyed!"

At this time, on the roof of the teaching building on the west side of the academy, a man in a kimono knelt in the sunset, his hands on his knees, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the entire academy with bright eyes: "Well, it's another group of rookies, from tomorrow, I will start training you for three years, hum......"

"Smack!" Someone who was sneering was beaten from behind by a paper fan and fell to the ground, and at the same time it sounded the voice of Vice Dean Naia, "You guy, you have time to pretend to be a pervert here, why don't you give me the entrance test battle sheet early, idiot instructor Sword Cat!" Stupid, big stupid! ”

"Know, get it......" The sword cat obviously doesn't have the strength to endure as Tongsheng, and in the face of Nanaya's anger, his aura is obviously weaker by more than half.

"Also, don't learn from Tongsheng, that idiot has nothing to do on the roof! Really, one or two, both of them are unworrying guys, how the hell did I get on this thief ship?! Naia didn't care whether the other party heard her complaint, and left the roof with a paper fan, leaving only the sword cat with smoke in the back of the head lying in place like a broken can.

Behind the teaching building on the west side of the Dark Sanctuary Academy sits the largest facility in the entire academy, the Mecha Combat Training Ground. The oval-shaped arena has an exceptionally sturdy curved roof made of movable transparent tempered glass that can be opened and closed.

The rostrum is located in the northern part of the training ground, directly opposite the entrance and exit of the training ground. Around the rostrum and on both sides of the entrance and exit are three-story auditoriums. The seats are arranged according to the grades, with the highest level being for third-year graduates and the bottom floor for freshmen.

At this time, in the training ground, all the freshmen gathered under the rostrum, waiting for the entrance ceremony to begin. In the surrounding audience, students from other grades sat in their seats, watching the new group of rookies. A few good things have already begun to talk to each other, whispering.

"There's a pretty handsome boy over there."

"Where, where?"

"Anyway, there are still not many girls."

"It's none of your business."

"You're going to die."

Completely ignoring the surrounding discussions, a handsome boy still sat in his seat, holding his head in one hand and holding a notepad-sized book in the other. His posture leaned forward slightly, his back straight, and his gestures carried a kind of grace that seemed to be innate. At this time, he only focused on the book in front of him, and did not pay any attention to the burning or expectant or shy eyes of the girls.

"Wow, it's Nagisa."

"yes, yes, so handsome!"

"Yo ......" accompanied by the arm around his neck, and a slightly teasing male voice came from the boy's ear, "Just sit here and read, not looking for a new schoolgirl?" Or is there already a goal? Hawkers,I forgot.,Nagisa-kun, you're a grass-level character.,Where do you need to find your own object.,As long as you sit anywhere, there will be a lot of girls going to follow you.。 Ho Ho ......" he said, and the owner of the voice laughed smartly.

"Boring." Hearing this voice, the boy named Nagisa coldly shook off these two words, and he didn't even have to turn his head to know who the person who hooked his neck was, "Then again, Lord Shouhe, the number one battle maniac on the Holy List, is actually interested in women?" This joke is not funny at all. ”

"Ah, it's true that I'm not interested in women, but girls are different - Lori or something, you know."

Shoutsuru let go of Nagisa's hand and sat down beside him, stretching his legs wide and stretching forward. The second-year student who was kicked in the front row turned his head, and his expression of dissatisfaction immediately turned into horror the moment he saw Shouhe's face. Then, with the arrival of Shouhe, a large group of people who were sitting or laughing around them all quickly evacuated this place with fear on their faces, and the speed was comparable to that of a 100-meter flyer, which made people have to sigh: The potential of people is really unlimited.

"Huh, what about people? Hey, why did everyone run away? Shoutsuru looked around in confusion.

"It's not because of your lifeless style of play and unrelenting attitude when you fight, that people have the impression of fear of you. What an unconscious guy. Nagisa was powerless to complain about this young man who was very lacking in self-knowledge, so he had to raise the book in his hand and pat his head.

"Huh? Really? I thought that others would think that was cool, didn't everyone say that men who do one thing seriously are the most handsome? Shouhe held his head and flashed to the side, but saw a thin piece of paper-like thing floating out of Nagisa's book, so he subconsciously caught it, "Hey, what is this?" ”

"Hey, you guy give it back to me!" Nagisa, who has always been elegant and calm, panicked at this time, and hurriedly reached out to grab it, but he seemed to be scrupling about something, and after only a moment of hesitation, the thing fell into Shouhe's palm.

He raised his hand to take a closer look, and saw that it was a bookmark made of heart-shaped leaves, with some yellowing edges, but the veins were clean and clear, and a red ribbon was tied to the petiole, and the roots were tied into a ruyi knot that was very popular in the East for blessings. Although the shape is very simple, it is delicate and light, which shows that the maker has spent a lot of effort and the owner has also taken care of it. Only then did Shouhe understand why Nagisa didn't have a heavy hand, although this thing was beautiful, it was very fragile, and it seemed to be easy to break.

"Well, it's just a bookmark, I thought it was a rare thing that made you nervous like this." Although Shouhe said this, he also knew in his heart that this bookmark was of great significance to Nagisa, otherwise he would not have lost his temper because of this. So Shouhe immediately returned it to his friend. It's just that he's very strange, and now it seems that Nagisa should have carried a bookmark with him, so why hasn't he, as a friend, seen this thing in two years? Nagisa, what a treasure it is!