“…… So they, gone, right? ”

As soon as Izumi left the library, a small, soft, and trembling voice came from under the counter. Asahi Takemoto straightened out his papers without changing his face and nodded, and the owner of the voice shrugged up from under the counter - in an expression that mixed worry and fear. Zhuang Sihong carefully took off the hoodie draped over his back and hung it back on the wall, his hair still as messy as before. She can't say it's good-looking, but she has a natural and quiet atmosphere at a glance, and it's also a very attractive type. After finishing sorting out the documents, Asahi Takemoto handed her a thick book: "Here, the whole volume of "1Q84" you wanted to borrow before, this is an original book, not a projection book." ”

"It's not...... Projection......?! The girl's eyes were filled with joy and surprise for a moment, and she seemed to realize that her voice was too loud, she quickly covered her mouth and looked around, and only after confirming that she had not been discovered by others did she breathe a small sigh of relief, and seriously hugged the book and bowed to him, her voice was still small but she could hear her sincerity, "...... Very...... Thank. ”

"No thanks, they should go to the fourth floor in a while, you can hide for a while and then go back." Asahi Takemoto turned his head away, and his eyes were fixed on the image of Shoji Hong stumbling into it like a rabbit.

No matter how the memory is, it is never too far away from the person, it is more difficult to shake off than a shadow but it is fainter than a shadow.

Zhuang Sihong clearly remembers the day she was brought in three years ago, when she was thirteen years old, she grabbed her parents' hands and cried back to tears, and it was clear that even if she was beaten by her stepfather or her mother's white eyes, she would endure it, but at this time she cried almost dehydrated. She was succeeded by Yoshiko Takatoyo, who was still the deputy conductor at the time. She won't forget the slightly disgusted and sympathetic look in Yoshitaka Yoko's eyes when she looked at her, and how she was to Hiroki Shoji and Emi Shoji, who was still holding her brother Shoji Yunsuke, who had never seen her again again, in her arms. You must know that the number of envoys is small, but Zhuang Sihong is unwilling to say anything.

Hiroki Shoji's face was already so dark that it seemed to be covered with a cloud, but he still put on a kind look: "How come, the child is just a little afraid of life, Xiaohong, you're not afraid of fighting, right?" When I was a child, I obviously beat the big brother next door alone. ”

Emi Shoji also responded: "Yes, yes, this kid is amazing, and his fighting talent is also strong, don't you also have some knowledge?" In that test, her results are among the best, as long as she practices in the training center for three or four days, she can go out and fight with Tongjingzi, this is for the whole of Canaan-" As soon as the words changed, she pressed Zhuang Sihong's head with her other hand, forcing her to raise her head, "Right, Xiaohong?" For the sake of Canaan, of course we should contribute! ”

“…… No...... It's scary...... Monster ......" Zhuang Sihong, who was about to lose his strength, could only be at her mercy, and raised a tearful face, and tears were used as a blessing on it.

"Hit the brother next door alone? What's going on? Please let me know. Yoshitaka raised a short brow, focusing on the interesting facts that were not mentioned in the report at all.

Emi Shoji immediately raised her head and let go of her hand and replied, "Oh! It was a long time ago, maybe five or six years old, when the kid next door to us was ...... It seems to be called Zhongjing, and I had a good time with her at the time, but I was a little naughty, and I actually pushed our Xiaohong in the sand pit like this! Saying that she wanted to simulate the action, Zhuang Sihong saw this and hurriedly fled to the nearby pillar, she glanced at her daughter dissatisfiedly and continued, "Then when Xiaohong resisted, she suddenly ...... Pushed that guy to the ground and hit him hard, and there were a lot of butterflies around her at that time, ahaha, it's similar to the isocrystal! It's a pity that Nakai, the kid, has been stained with a lot of heterocrystals and has to have an amputation...... Alas. ”

“…… Is it true? In that case, why wasn't it included in the report in the first place? However...... "Yoshitaka Yoyoko flipped through the report in his hand," ...... It is indeed written here that all of the rainbow's reactions are very strong, but they are limited to critical situations, and they will only be launched when they are about to be attacked in the simulation experiment, and other than that, they are basically the same as ordinary people. What is the full name of that person? I'll get in touch in a moment. It should be at the time of the metamorphic cataclysm...... But if there is an isomorph buried in the body when you are a child, then ......"

"Ah, it seems to be called ......, and the terminal here ...... if you contact information."

The picture after that was like a video that was muted and tripled, so that Zhuang Sihong didn't even react quickly. After receiving the call, she first heard the heart-rending voice of the mother on the other side ("You are the one who ruined my son!"). If it weren't for you, he would have grown up healthy and happy now......") and Yoyoshi Takayoko questioned calmly and solemnly, and confirmed that he would provide a large amount of compensation to Mrs. Nakai, and another sum of money to Shoji and the young Yunsuke as a pension for the emissary's relatives. During this time, she sat in the lounge, holding her knees and not even daring to lean on the back of the sofa, and tears fell on her knees.

Yunsuke's cries and the comforting voices of his parents slowly disappeared into the hallway.

Zhuang Sihong still sat there with his knees crossed.

Yoyoko Yoshitaka told her to get up and wipe away her tears and go to the training center.

Zhuang Sihong still sat there with his knees crossed.

The teacher at the training center shouted at the lazy students.

Zhuang Sihong still sat there with his knees crossed.

Formed a team with Mendecchel and Gigao Shino, and everyone worked together.

Zhuang Sihong still sat there with his knees crossed.

The combat commander analyzed what the situation was and where the attack should be launched.

Zhuang Sihong still sat there with his knees crossed.

……

"Shoji, Miss Shoji......? It's time to get up, it's almost lunchtime...... Did you sleep. ”

Zhuang Sihong opened his eyes suddenly, holding the book in his hand and quickly shrunk into a ball, only then did he come back to his senses and realize that he was still sitting in the innermost bookshelf in the library, and the familiar sleepiness was still lingering in his mind. Asahi Takemoto's face was still in front of him, and he asked at just the right distance. She stood up and patted off the dust on her skirt, opened her mouth to say something but was speechless for a while, and only held back one sentence for a long time: "...... Sorry ......"

"No, you don't need to apologize to me, instead of going to dinner, how about putting the book here first? Where do you see it? ”

"The girl named Fukaeri has become popular......

"Oh, it's fast. So, give me the book first. ”

The book was seriously placed in the hands of Asahi Takemoto. Zhuang Sihong bowed and walked towards the cafeteria with his head bowed. Asahi Takemoto returns to the front desk; But after a while, after lunch, a person in the same uniform came to take over, stared at him in a daze, and before Asahi Takemoto could speak, he asked, "Are you not feeling well, Takemoto?" It feels like your face is a little red. ”

"There's a new person coming today, can I exchange orders with you temporarily?" and the poor bear meme, which constitutes the entirety of Mendechel's correspondence in John's correspondence.

It wasn't until the lights were lit one after another outside the base that Zhuang Sihong trotted all the way to get the certificate and helmet and got on the elevator, she held the helmet and thought for a long time or still didn't put it on, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the important personnel stopped in front of the mechanical door on the fifth floor - but the people on the side showed no signs of leaving. If I'm not mistaken, this is ...... Memories of the cafeteria flooded into their minds, presumably the new emissary they mentioned...... The name should be Izumi Araba, with braids that may be longer all the way to the calves, and wearing goggles that look like they are repulsive, so he doesn't look like a good kind of person at all...... Wait, why did he come with him? Is it to go to the rooftop at night to blow the wind? Or is it the night view...... Something like that...... No, why is he looking this way?!

"Hello. Anyway, I'm going to gain a little combat experience, so I'll take up some of your patrol time, but try not to get in your way. I'm Izumi Arami, you should be Shoji, right? Please advise. ”

He spoke, it was a very calm and even cold voice, obviously not pouring any emotion is the most refreshing for Zhuang Sihong, but even so, she couldn't help but lean back a little, swallowed her saliva, and it took a long time to find her language organization ability and muttered "Please advise", and she didn't care if he could hear it, so she got out of the open elevator door and looked for her black, orange painted levitator.

Her gentle orange swirled in the darkness, and the hovers quickly rose into the boundless and endless sky after turning on the night lights. The blue light behind her flickered, which was really dazzling to her, and she unconsciously narrowed her eyes slightly, put her clenched fists on the driver's screen, and sighed deeply. Through the shield, they turned against the whole of Canaan. Zhuang Sihong opened the window, and a somewhat cool, retrograde wind whipped her long hair and slowly lifted it into the air, revealing her anisomorphized orange ears; She put her hand out the window, her fingertips glowing slightly, and then several butterflies appeared from her side and surrounded the hover. She stared intently at the butterflies, their wings striking the air currents and making a thud — against the currents — as they were flying.

They sink and rise, glowing faintly in the night sky, weaker than the vanished fireflies, but stronger than them, making no attack, just shuttling through the moving air and time, slowly moving forward. However, at this moment, several claw-shaped crystals stretched out from the ground, and like enraged snakes, they struck at the butterflies one after another, tearing them apart along with the image.

She couldn't help but frown, her hands trembled, and she gritted her teeth to release the butterflies again, and they fled in all directions in a panic, swooping on the cocrystals that were forming, but they couldn't escape the fate of being crushed in their hands. Those hands probably grew gradually with the help of Zhuang Sihong's anomorphic crystals, and the original gray surface was stained with orange traces, and the ground broke heavily and threw themselves towards the levitator.

- It's over. Zhuang Sihong closed his eyes.

I finally got out of the hospital, and this time I have to ...... again But it's better than staying at the base......

At the last moment, the blue chains quickly tied the wrists and screwed them to pieces. They then burrowed through the unscrewed incision into the hand closest to the hover, and the hand that had been drilled into kept fleeing in all directions, but could not grasp anything other than air, and exploded with a thud.

"Are you alright?" Izumi retracted his chains and took a deep breath.