After carrying the sword out of the door, Higashino Yu remembered that it was 6:30 in the morning. Not to mention the kendo equipment stores, even many restaurants were closed. On the street, there were only students like himself who were getting up early and those who came back from overtime at the company, and the tired Palu who looked like he would fall on the street in the next second. Could it be a Tokyo TV staff? Because the Sumime Ichimonji Nagamitsu is nearly a quarter longer than the average katana, and the appearance is really eye-catching. It is difficult to explain it as cosplay when carrying it out of the door like this. If you meet someone who knows about it, just send it directly. Higashino Yu then went home and used a roll of paper to disguise the sword. Wrap the toilet paper around the outside of the scabbard. Originally, I wanted to use cloth, but there was no such long cloth at home-unless I tore up my only bedding. Then I used tape to fix and protect the toilet paper layer. Although it looked strange, it was better than exposing it directly to other people's vision. After handling it, Higashino Yu went out to school again with the sword.
It was six-fifty, and the afterglow of the morning blues hour gradually faded away. A red sun rose in the sky, and the clouds and mist dissipated, leaving the sky clear and blue. The noise of vehicles passing by outside the town came, and some junior high school students were impatiently preparing to go out amid their mothers' nagging. Higashino Yu walked on the street, facing the sun, with golden light falling on his body, like a border, making him more outstanding from this world. Students from different schools and grades walked in groups in front and behind him, and many eyes would occasionally secretly cast over, whether it was the envy of a boy or the admiration of a girl. Of course, there was inevitably unwarranted jealousy. Many students looked back at the Inari Shrine behind them while walking, and they were talking about the festival in late June. Speaking of which, Miko had mentioned the festival before, and it was a bit rude to say that the Iori family was old, weak, and disabled, but it was true. I had to go to the shrine to help when the time came. Higashino Yu looked back at the Ayase-zaka behind him. It was not high, and at most it was called a high ground in his hometown, but it still stood out from the crowd in the mostly flat residential areas around it. The shrine that people talked about stood on Ayase-zaka, quiet and solemn, as if it was engraved in time and became a symbolic existence. The pure golden light shone on the blue-gray glazed tiles, shining brightly. Because he was afraid of subway security checks, Higashino Yu did not take the subway, but ran all the way to school. There is a long distance from Ayase-cho to Bunkyo-ku, and the streets are winding and winding. If you are not familiar with it, it is easy to get lost. Fortunately, most people at this time took the subway, and there were not many people on the street. Otherwise, he would probably appear in some news reporting interesting anecdotes the next day. Higashino Yu asked for directions while running towards the school, and finally arrived at the school ten minutes before being late. When he arrived at the school, there were not many students outside the school gate, and they were scattered. Some boys who are used to checking the spot turned the corner with a plastic bag of bread in their mouths. When they found that the school gate was not far away, they breathed a sigh of relief and got off the bike. They ate breakfast while pushing the bike, walking leisurely. There were several discipline committee members standing at the school gate, both male and female, who were checking whether the students were carrying any illegal items. For example, erotic magazines, sharp objects, etc.
Dong Yeyu was stunned when he found that they could accurately catch the otaku from the crowd and skillfully find the erotic magazines from his backpack. It feels that the discipline committee members of this school are stricter than the security checks of Tokyo subway. Isn't this an invasion of personal privacy? Dong Yeyu looked at the otaku who was kneeling at the school gate with pity, and walked up with gritted teeth. But he didn't expect that the discipline committee members just looked at him and were ready to let him go. Mika Arimura, the discipline committee member who had met Higashino once before when the club was recruiting new members, asked with a smile: "When did Higashino join the kendo club?" Higashino Yu thought for a moment and said sincerely: "My friend Arima-kun joined the kendo club and wanted me to join, so he lent me a sword to try." "But he forgot to give me a sword bag, so I made a simple sword bag myself." He showed the sword wrapped in toilet paper in his hand. There was light in his eyes! Mika Arimura didn't have a good impression of Higashino Yu when the club was recruiting new members before. At that time, she looked at him from a distance through the crowd. Because she was short, she only saw half of his face and thought it was nothing special. At this time, they were close to each other, and they could be said to have experienced the power of the rumored Tachibana school hunk. She blushed and looked away, not daring to look at him. She felt that she would be sucked into those eyes as pure as the night. A sword bag is only a few thousand yen, is it that serious? Other students passing by and the discipline committee members present all looked at him sideways, marveling at Higashino Yu's stinginess and shamelessness. At least they couldn't do such a thing. It was too embarrassing to make a sword bag with toilet paper and tape, not to mention bringing it to school. "Arima? Is it the Arima Norimune who was punished for harassing seniors and offending seniors when he just joined the Kendo Club?" A boy from the discipline committee asked with a teasing smile. "Probably." Higashino Yu was a little speechless. It's only been a few days, and the reputation of Arima has spread to the discipline committee? I'm afraid that in a few days, his bad reputation will spread from the Kendo Club to the entire Tachibana High School, and everyone will know it. It feels that his right to choose a spouse in high school has been completely lost. It can be regarded as a punishment for his outspokenness and distorted values, for Arima who is very interested in the opposite sex. Should this be considered a torture? After chatting with several discipline committee members, no one suggested to check the unknown object in Higashino Yu's hand. Just kidding, don't look at this kid's sincere and kind face, look at his height, and then look at his body that represents a strong man. If you want to check, go, anyway, I won't go. What's more, it is said that this Higashino-kun is ranked sixth in academic ability. Those who can rank in the top ten of Tachibana are basically outstanding people, and future students of the University of Tokyo have a bright future. Who dares to offend this?
What if I ask him for help in a few decades, and he talks about being checked today, how can I open my mouth? Several senior discipline committee members looked at each other and let him go tacitly. Higashino Yu then sneaked into the school without any danger. Gradually walked away from the otaku who was kneeling on the ground behind him, clasping his hands together, making a Tom cat begging gesture, begging Arimura Mika not to tear up the erotic magazine. "Arimura-chan, we are junior high school classmates, please don't tear up my photo magazine of Kurume Rei, I waited in line for a long time to buy it!" Arimura Mika looked at the kneeling otaku with disdain, thinking of the Higashino-kun who was just covered with the morning sun, full of vigor, open and aboveboard, and extremely sincere to everyone. The girl sighed in her heart, the gap between people is sometimes greater than the gap between people and paramecium. She tore up the erotic magazine in her hand coldly and threw it into the trash can, as if she tore up the soul of the otaku and pulled out the backbone of the otaku. "Ah!" Otaku screamed, despaired, his eyes were without light, and he mixed into the crowd of students like a walking corpse. Higashino Yu didn't care about the small theater behind him, and the morning self-study would start in a few minutes. He quickly went to the shoe cabinet to get today's love letter, changed into indoor shoes, and entered the classroom. He said hello to Imagawa Kashiwagi and Arima Norimune who were chatting. "Higashino--" Arima Norimune was about to say something, but Higashino Yu immediately interrupted him. "I have something urgent to do, let's talk later." Then, under the two people's puzzled gazes, he quickly put down his schoolbag and walked towards Asumi Sanae's class with Chengming Ichimonji Nagamitsu wrapped in toilet paper in his hands. Her class is Class A of the first grade of high school, which is opposite and can only be reached through a long corridor. Higashino Yu walked quickly through the corridor and came to the classroom of Class A of the first grade. He looked inside and easily found Asumi Sanae among the students. She sat in the last row by the window, with her golden hair combed into two ponytails, and a hazy halo was lingering in the bright morning sun. She wore a special hairpin in the shape of a radial sun badge and a crescent moon badge. The material is probably brass, but with the Moon Witch's arrogance, it feels more likely to be pure gold. She was wearing a school uniform honestly, which was completely different from the impression of a middle school girl in the past, and her temperament was quiet. However, the arrogance that is above the world still exists, giving people the feeling that she is a flower on the mountain top and strangers are not allowed to enter. "That classmate, that classmate, yes, it's you, help me call Asumi classmate, I have something to ask her." Hitomi Yu shouted to a girl near the back door of the classroom in a low voice. The pretty girl turned back for a second, pointed at herself, and looked questioning. Until Higomi Yu gave a positive answer and repeated it in a gentle voice, she blushed and went to Asumi Sanae, saying that someone was looking for her. After hearing this, Asumi Sanae, who was above the world and beautiful alone, turned her head away. Hitomi Yu's cold and distant eyes fell on Higomi Yu, blinked, raised her head slightly, stood up easily, and walked towards him.
Although it was just an ordinary walk, Asumi Sanae's manners gave people a sense of elegance, just like the legendary etiquette training. The students around were whispering, the spring breeze outside the window was blowing the curtains, the bright morning sun was shining brightly on the blackboard, and dust was dancing in it. Dong Yeyu looked at this scene, leaning against the back door of the classroom, a little absent-minded. The memory was replayed in his mind like a yellowed film, and he suddenly remembered that in his previous life in middle school, it was also such a bright and dazzling day. In the classroom composed of a black main color, a slightly old stone floor with white and gray, slightly broken desks and chairs, a long strip of lamps hanging by two wires, a weak ceiling fan and a blackboard that could never be wiped clean. Male and female students who wanted to show themselves in front of the opposite sex also wandered around the back doors of each class, calling friends or passing love letters. For Dong Yeyu, who had an excellent memory after entering the road of immortality, such memories seemed like yesterday. In a blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed, like a dream and an illusion. I lost a lot of subscriptions QAQ It seems that Iluvi Otter has to work very hard to write more words. There is one more chapter today. Thanks to my brother Meng for the monthly subscription and recommendation tickets (ω) Please give me monthly tickets, subscriptions and recommendation tickets (╰╯) If you have free time, please give your favorite characters a little heart!