Syllable! Finished! Qiangyun experience card expires?! The expectation level was directly cleared?!

Even he didn't experience it much! What impressed him the most was just pinching leaves?

Kurosawa Miyahitomi stood still and didn't move half a step, looking at Sumire Kiriyama and Hashima Ken who came out of the same building with cold eyes, and their expressions looked sincere.

"It was a misunderstanding." Hashima deliberately calmly told the facts.

The essence of human beings will be tested when they are in a desperate situation, and Hashima does not want to put on a panicked appearance, which will only appear to be in a mess.

However, Hitomi Kurosawa just stared straight at the two of them, as if thinking about something.

"No, believe me, Kiriyama-san, you can say something too." Hashima hurriedly said to the girl beside her.

Sumire Kiriyama just clasped her arms with both hands, and the corners of her mouth raised a sneer and said, "It turned out to be a black cat with a tail?" That's all your self-confidence? ”

Hashima String covered his face with his hands: "Ah! Wash the motor! ”

"You're provoking me?" Kurosawa's words were even colder than the previous sentence, like the wind of the North Pole, which made him shrink up, but it was as beautiful as the aurora.

"That ......." Hashima had a headache when he saw the expectation of dropping to 0%, "Really, I'm just classmates with Kiriyama-san." ”

Kurosawa Gong Hitomi looked at it with dark eyes, but his words were extremely cold, and he was almost like two people before: "Please don't talk to me." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to turn and leave.

"Wait——!"

"Long-winded! Don't talk to me! Hitomi Kurosawa glared at him with a snake-like look.

Hashima was taken aback, and his mouth did not obey: "Yes, yes, yes, sorry." ”

Hitomi Kurosawa said in a cold voice: "The ambiguous attitude is now annoying when people look at it." ”

——？？ Obviously, he said that as long as he was by his side, why do you say such things now?

"She's your girlfriend?" Sumire Kiriyama asked, looking at her back as she left.

"It's not." Hashima said, rubbing his eyebrows.

"Then what are you panicking about?"

"She's my lucky star, and in a sense, no one wants to be in bad hands with someone who brings good luck."

"Then it would be good to catch up and kneel and kowtow to her."

"Where did you get this bureaucratic apology method, forget it, let's have a chance to explain it another day, and now you're going to dub it, aren't you?" He sighed.

The two of them prepare to take the train to Shin-Okubo Station.

When Hashima walked out into the street, he was confronted by two old ladies, who subconsciously gave way and stood between two potted plants along the street.

The two grandmothers gave him a look of satisfaction and approval, but before Hashima could respond with a smile, he saw a rainbow.

It was an artificial rainbow.

The water flowed down his long neck and into his clothes, and Hashima remembered the words, "He didn't have an umbrella, he was soaking wet, like a homeless child, and he looked pitiful."

The cat straddling the resident's wall let out a short meak that burned deep in the ear.

Sumire Kiriyama looked at the wet Hashima string, and didn't react for a while, the white fingers just flicked her lower lip, unexpectedly at the situation in front of her.

"Sorry! I'm sorry! I really didn't see you! I'm really sorry! ”

The person who was about to water the potted plant hurriedly put down the small water pipe in his hand and apologized to Hashima String, who was wet except for his hair.

Hashima string pursed his lips, his sneakers were wet, and his lower body was covered with water stains, so it was not good to dub in this way.

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't pay attention to it myself." Hashima looked at the time and said, "It's too late to change the time now, Kiriyama-san, are there any second-hand stores nearby?" Will be on it. ”

Sumire Kiriyama shook her head and said, "There's one around the corner of this street." ”

"Thank you." Hashima immediately dragged his drenched body and ran there, stepping on the sponge like a soaked sponge, moving forward step by step.

Halfway through, however, he turned back.

"I'm sorry to say, but can I borrow some money? The money bag was left in the ANG, and there was only money in the pocket to buy water and a car. ”

Sumire Kiriyama looked at her with sparkling eyes, and even Hashima String was a little weak when she saw it, and she didn't dare to meet her eyes directly, and her voice couldn't help but be sharpened.

"Really, do you think I'm going to care about the money? I can't let people give me a discount just because I'm handsome, although I often did this when I was a child, but now it's not a child. ”

However, Sumire Kiriyama had already focused her thoughts on her wallet, and when she looked up again, she had already taken out a few 10,000-yen bills.

She smiled and said, "Take it, it's not enough to run back to me to get it." ”

“...... Be loved, but don't smile brightly and say something like this to me that seems to be being fostered, okay? ”

Sumire Kiriyama just looked down at her skirt slightly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't hide the smile.

"Funny?"

"Well, no."

"Kiriyama-san, when a comrade suffers, you should give help, not take the opportunity to ridicule."

When Sumire Kiriyama heard this, a smile spread across her face: "Well, I see." ”

"You've been laughing! None of them stopped! ”

Hashima took the money in her hand angrily and unwillingly, and ran away in embarrassment like a child who fell into a dirt pit and was ridiculed on the road, and was ridiculed by her parents when she got home.

After a while, Hashima came out, wearing a pale orange long-sleeved shirt and a look like cargo pants underneath, with several large pockets.

The smell of old clothes on his body made him vaguely remember his grandmother's house when he went to play during the summer vacation, and the pastries, which he didn't hate.

But even so, his handsome appearance still attracted many passers-by, and even felt that the accuracy of the phrase "people rely on clothes" was questionable.

"It's strange, you're pretty good in this, was it a temperament problem before?" Sumire Kiriyama clasped her arms in her hands and tilted her head slightly.

"Please tell all the people of Kirikawa on the radio."

"Indeed." Sumire shook her head slowly, her long black hair swaying like a waterfall.

Hashima was stunned for a while, and his face changed, what is called "Is it a temperament problem before"?

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The two of them got on the train and prepared to go to Shin-Okubo Station.

Most of the passengers in the station are wearing school uniforms, and the rest are adults in suits.

The seats on the train were full, to be precise, there were so many people on the bus that they couldn't see the seats, and the two of them were in the carriage, fluttering like the leaves of a willow tree, and occasionally they could see the large buildings outside the window.

When arriving at the next stop, Shinjuku West Exit, someone got off the train, and Hashima hurriedly took control of a position and said, "Quick! There's a place for it! Sit down! ”

"You ...... Yourself"

"Hurry! What should I do if I am robbed? ”

When Hashima said this, some of the people around him cast all kinds of uncertain glances at him.

However, he Hashima deeply understands that there are some things that cannot be let go if they are grasped, and if they can sit against the finish line, it is naturally more comfortable than standing to arrive.

"It's so good, everyone has a boyfriend to help grab a seat."

"Isn't it normal for a girl to sit on a boy's lap?"

"Well, what idol drama have you watched!"

The whispering of groups of girls in the tram came.

Sumire Kiriyama's cheeks flushed slightly, and she sat in the vacant seat.

She just wanted to raise her head and thank Hashima String, when the next wave of people who swarmed into the carriage suddenly swept Hashima String away.

"Hey, wait, don't be so crowded, Kiriyama-san! Kiriyama ...... Fog...... Schoolmate...... Ahhhhh——!h ”

His voice was drowning in the sound of train bells and clothes rubbing between them, and Sumire Kiriyama could only see his raised hands and the instantly recognizable orange cuffs drowned in the crowd.

Hashima String's front and back are bumped into people he doesn't know, and the clothes he wears have a heavy smell of old clothes, but even so, no one seems to care about it, so to speak, and now they can't ask for contact with anyone.

Hashima looked up and saw that all the rings were being held, and he had to grab the pole holding the rings.

However, the "bad luck" is nothing more than that! This little ordeal was nothing to him!

He remembered Kobayashi Itcha's poem-

"In this life, it is like walking on hell, gazing at the flowers"