This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The days spent in Jingbei High School are always so simple.

But for the little girl Shen Gu Mirai, today is not an ordinary day.

Because—that Beichuan Temple actually gave him something!

Looking at Mou Chishi with a halo of light circulating on the bracelet, Kamiya Mirai felt his heart surge.

To be honest, in terms of the size of the bracelet, the Mou Chi Stone is a bit too big, and because of the knotted rope, this Mo Chi Stone is more like the sacred stone hung around the neck of ancient witches for sacrifice.

In terms of aesthetics alone, this Mou Chishi bracelet, which reveals a sense of cheapness all over the body, cannot be compared with those shiny trinkets on the Internet that girls love.

And as far as Mirai Kamiya herself is concerned, she is also not the type who likes to dress herself up.

But after seeing Beichuan Temple, Kamiya Mirai also began to learn how to put on light makeup and wear some clothes that he would not have worn before.

This is also a change.

Besides—

"This is the first time the Monarch has given me something."

Mou Chishi comfortably wrapped Shengu Mirai's snow-white wrist with two layers of knotted rope, and he could easily hold it with a flick of the wrist.

The warm touch does not feel like glass products, but like a piece of natural jade without carving.

Kamiya Mirai's keen intuition told her that this bracelet is definitely not as simple as it looks on the surface.

Looking at Mou Chishi, Shengu Future couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing secretly.

"hey-hey..."

To be reasonable, if it weren't for the class now, Kamiya felt that he would go to the playground outside for a couple of laps in the future, or take out his mobile phone and log in to LINE and SNS to show off.

Maybe it was too happy, so Mirai Kamiya didn't notice that Beichuan Temple, who was sitting next to her, was watching her with inexplicable eyes.

This little girl's behavior is really getting more and more strange. She giggled in class, and she didn't mean to listen to the class at all. From time to time, she would look at Mou Chishi on her wrist, smiling wickedly, not knowing what she was planning.

Beichuan Temple didn't bother to take care of her anymore, he tilted his head and continued to listen to the class.

In this way, the process of going to class and finishing get out of class in rotation, finally made it to the lunch break.

Beichuan Temple took out four large sandwiches and a box of barley tea from the table hole according to the usual pace.

He is not the type who likes to make bento, even if he makes more, he just leaves more for Kitagawa Eri and Nakajima Mika.

After all, it is too troublesome to make bento, and the food is already cold at noon, and Japanese high school dismisses too early, so Beichuan Temple prefers to eat some sandwiches for a simple transition, and make another meal he likes at night.

Kamiya Mirai was still looking at Mou Chishi's bracelet with a smirk, as if he had no intention of eating bento at all.

Beichuan Temple took a look at her, wisely did not choose to speak, and began to unpack the sandwich.

But just as he unpacked half of the package, there was a trembling voice in front of him.

"Bei, Kitagawa-kun... Teacher Qianhe, I told you to meet her after class."

"What's the matter?" Beichuan Temple stopped what he was doing, frowned slightly and looked at the girl in front of him.

Isn't this my acquaintance Mizuki Yui?

It's just that Mizuki seemed to be frightened by Beichuan Temple's frowning movement. She, who was at least three or four meters away from Beichuan Temple, took several steps back and came to the edge of the podium before continuing with a pale face. : "I said that I want to discuss with you about the path to further education."

"Have you all filled out the entry form?" Beichuan Temple's eyebrows frowned even tighter.

He even wondered if Mizuki was playing tricks on him.

Generally speaking, the admission form should be filled out in the summer, and it would be a bit of a joke to discuss the admission path at the beginning of school.

"I don't know anything. Teacher Qianhe asked me to say that. If you have any questions, Beichuan-kun, you can...you can go to Teacher Qianhe..."

Shui Shuwei was about to cry, and his voice became more obvious when he spoke.

Seeing this appearance, the students around her lowered their heads consciously, for fear that they would become the next victim of the Great Demon King Beichuan.

"I see." Beichuan Temple stood up, walked out of the classroom without looking at Mizuki Yui.

Seeing the figure of the other party leaving, Mizuki let out a deep breath, then came to the table, buried his head, and sobbed softly.

But this matter... Beichuan Temple is actually not responsible.

From the beginning to the end, he just showed a frowning expression, and he didn't verbally threaten Mizuki Yui or make any moves.

It's just that Beichuan Temple caused too much psychological shadow on Shui Shuwei, which made her unable to get out now. When she saw Beichuan Temple, she subconsciously trembled all over, like a sheep epileptic.

Beichuan Temple didn't care about Mizuki Yui's thoughts.

As he was walking to the office, he couldn't help but wonder.

Qian Hexiang, this is the head teacher of Class A of the second year where Beichuan Temple is located.

When the whole class didn't fill out the admission path form, why did she talk to herself about the advancement path?

Beichuan Temple was also a little confused.

But Beichuan Temple didn't do anything against the school spirit and discipline, so he wasn't particularly worried.

He came to the grade office in two steps in three steps, knocked politely on the door of the office, stood at the door to say hello, and walked in.

"It's classmate Beichuan." Qian Hexiang was a lady wearing glasses. She was holding a list in her hand. When she saw Beichuan Temple coming in, she raised her head and stretched out her hand to him.

"May I ask what Master Qianhe wants from me?" Beichuan Temple came to Qianhexiang and asked.

"Hmm... I just want to ask about student Beichuan's future volunteering ideas." Qian Hexiang smiled: "Have you seen the results of the quiz at the beginning of the last semester?"

Beichuan Temple shook his head.

"It's okay if you don't know." Qian Hexiang waved his hand, looked at the list in his hand and said:

"Student Beichuan, your grades rank second in the whole grade, below Kamiya-san."

"En." Beichuan Temple replied, without any surprise expression.

Seeing him like this, Qian Hexiang showed a little surprised expression.

Before entering the second grade, Beichuan Temple's grades were 150, which happened to be stuck in the middle. Originally, she didn't care about Beichuan Temple, a student whose grades were in the middle and who often skipped classes.

As a result, Beichuan Temple gave himself a big surprise in the small test at the beginning of the second semester of high school.

That's why she wanted to ask Beichuan Temple whether she wanted to go to school or get a career in the future.

The so-called "advanced education" actually refers to continuing to study in college or short college after finishing high school. The "advance path" is to enter the society and go to work directly after graduating from high school.

In Japan, there are many students who choose a career path, only about one-third of the students will choose to go to university, and then come out to work after finishing university.

"Do you have any thoughts about Beichuan in the future? If you can maintain the second or third place in your grade, it will not be difficult for you to choose any university in Tokyo." Qian Hexiang asked bluntly.

She actually wanted to hear that Beichuan Temple was a voluntary student, after all, it was a glorious thing for her to have a student from a prestigious school under her command.

"I haven't made a decision yet." Beichuan Temple glanced at Qian Hexiang, and he had already figured out the head teacher's thoughts in his heart.

But he was sure he hadn't decided yet, and that was also true.

Not every high school student has a dream of Dongdae, and not every student with good grades wants to go to college.

Higher education means higher salary and social status.

But in fact, Beichuan Temple can make a lot of money with big clients like Urban Strange Story Agency and Hirasaka Ichiro.

In the face of Beichuan Temple's superhuman ability, social status is also within easy reach.

Therefore, Beichuan Temple really couldn't find the motivation to continue to study——

"But if you want to go to school—" Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, and then replied: "I think I may choose a career in folk history in the future."

"Folk history?"

This is really a rare thing.

Generally speaking, students should be more interested in medicine and architecture in their aspirations for further studies.

After all, the social status is high, and the salary is not cheap.

"Well, as far as I am concerned, I still prefer folk history."

Thinking of those resentful spirits, Beichuan Temple's face softened a little.

Apparently he was thinking of something funny that happened during the exorcism.

"Well... If that's the case, if there is a place recommended by a relevant university, I will fight for Beichuan." Qian Hexiang still wrote down Beichuan Temple's volunteer, raised his head and continued: "By the way, Beichuan Eri should be Kitagawa-san, your sister, right?"

"Eri? Did she get into trouble?"

Hearing Kitagawa Eri's name here, Kitagawa Temple was undoubtedly a little surprised.

Could it be that something happened to Beichuan Eri during the week he left?

"Hmm... I just heard from other teachers." Qian Hexiang blinked her eyes.

Eri Beichuan, as an outstanding freshman with the top 15 scores in the new class, of course also entered the field of vision of the teachers in the first grade.

"I heard that Eri-san didn't get along very well with the students of the art department...I don't know the specific details. But as a member of the school's painting youth award, I personally hope that Beichuan Classmates, go communicate with Eri-san."

Is Kitagawa Eri not getting along well with the students of the art department?

My sister?

Beichuan Temple doesn't think that his sister is the one who will take the initiative to cause trouble——

Even if she took the initiative to cause trouble, there must be a reason——

Even if there is no reason, Beichuan Temple will not let Beichuan Eri suffer due to emotion and reason.

Of course, even if he defends Beichuan Eri, he will still teach him a lesson afterwards.

"I see." Beichuan Temple nodded in thought.

"Yeah." Qian Hexiang continued: "In this case, I won't bother Bei Chuan for dinner, and I need to refresh myself for the afternoon class."

"I see." Beichuan Temple nodded, greeted other substitute teachers politely, and then left.

The reason why Qian Hexiang called him over is very simple.

In fact, he was the second in the whole grade in the exam this time, so it was normal for her to ask as the head teacher.

If Beichuan Temple was still in the middle of the grade this time, Qian Hexiang would never have imagined that he would have such a student.

This is a very normal thing.

Those who are in the middle of the academic performance and are not up to the mark are the most likely to be forgotten by the teacher.

Because this level of students is too ordinary, mediocre.

Their academic performance is average, so naturally they can't impress the teachers like good students. Similarly, students of this level can't impress the teachers if they don't violate discipline or rules.

"But Eri...doesn't get along well with the students in the art department?" Beichuan Temple couldn't imagine that Beichuan Eri would take the initiative to provoke trouble.

and...

Has the Painting Youth Awards started yet?

As the elder brother, Beichuan Temple felt that he was still a little dereliction of duty, and he didn't even notice such an important matter.

Just as Beichuan Temple was about to search for information about the Youth Painting Award, a familiar voice sounded from the other side.

"Bei, students Beichuan?"

Um?

Beichuan Temple pinched the phone and looked back.

Hitomi Asamiya was trotting over from the other side of the corridor.

It seems that he has never violated the rule of 'no running in the corridor', Hitomi Asamiya blushed, and was only slightly relieved when he saw Beichuan Temple's face.

"Student Beichuan, long time no see, good afternoon."

"Well, long time no see." Beichuan Temple nodded.

It's been a long time indeed.

The impression that Asamiya Hitomi gave him was no longer that gloomy little girl.

She pinned the bangs that covered her eyes with a cherry blossom hairpin, revealing her big and clear eyes. Although her eyes were still dodging, they were not as timid as before.

At least she can look at others now.

But--

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Hitomi Asamiya's face flushed red.

She seemed to see Beichuan Temple suddenly, and then ran over to say hello, and then got stuck. I couldn't find any topic at all, so I could only stare blankly and giggle.

After a while, Hitomi Asamiya lowered her head completely, and changed into the original timid look: "Before, classmate Beichuan took care of me. I'm really grateful."

"...You're welcome." Beichuan Temple answered.

Then...

It's cold again!

The corners of Asamiya Hitomi's mouth twitched, almost unable to maintain a smirk.

Originally, she was actually very happy to see Beichuan Temple, but this joy overwhelmed her head, making it impossible for her to seriously think about what to say next.

Seeing her like this, Beichuan Temple also shook his head from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that it will take time for Hitomi Asamiya to completely break away from her previous image.

Thinking about it this way, Beichuan Temple finally opened her mouth to relieve her embarrassment: "I have a question to ask Asamiya-san, I wonder if it's okay?"

"Beichuan-student, just ask!" Asamiya Hitomi hurriedly replied.

"About the Youth Painting Award, does Asamiya-san know anything? I have acquaintances who participated in the competition, but I don't know much about the official website."

"Youth Painting Award?" Hitomi Asamiya rubbed his head: "I remember that there was a poster posted by the art department on the bulletin board over there, and there was a website address, saying that I hope that all students will vote for the students of this school on the Internet.. .This kind of publicity."

"Thank you, Asamiya-san, it was really helpful."

"No...how can..."

By the way, don't you know this kind of thing by searching it on the Internet?

Could it be that student Beichuan didn't know?

It's not scientific, student Beichuan is very shrewd.

Hitomi Asamiya touched her little head again, a little at a loss.

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