"She said just now that she is also your girlfriend?"
"No, she is lying to you, don't believe it."
"Arrogant! Lai Guang, you are arrogant! You are lying to me!"
"We just know each other."
"So are you abandoning me now?"
Gu Zhengying was sitting in the driver's seat, half of his head hanging on the window, with a lifeless expression on his face.
I glanced at the slim figure in the rearview mirror.
He suddenly pressed his heart, and a look of pain appeared on his face, as if his beloved had been taken away and cut out with a knife, and his face was full of loneliness.
Minamoto Yorimitsu stood in front of the car window and was speechless.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Xiaoteng." Gu Zhengying paused and said, "I won't tell Qingming either."
"What does this have to do with Seimei?" Minamoto Yorimitsu looked suspicious and handed the car keys through the car window.
He Yazhengying shook his head and patted Minamoto Noraimitsu on the shoulder through the car window: "I haven't been here today."
After saying these words, he started the Mercedes that he had driven, rolled up the window and drove the car.
The low engine sound roared.
With reluctance and envy, Gu Zhengying regained the right to drive and drove north.
I stood there and watched the taillights disappear into the street.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu walked to the door of the gym again.
Wearing a blue kimono, Mizusawa Natsuye stood with her hands tied, looking at his face with a smile. Today, her smooth collar still showed her fair collarbone.
"My friend, the special agent, looked at me in the eyes. If you could do the same, I would be so happy."
"Of course I can look at it that way." Minamoto Yoriguang didn't see anyone around, and the Muchuan family went back.
Nodding thoughtfully, Mizusawa Natsuye came closer, twirled her fingers and pulled the collar of her kimono, revealing a touch of fair skin, and said softly with a slight blush:
[By the way, the best app for reading and listening to books is Yeguo Reading, www. Install the latest version. 】
"Then let me show you. Even if you want to get started, you only need to tell me in advance."
Minamoto Yorimitsu secretly cursed the demon.
But the eyes are still very attentive.
He has rarely experienced such a proactive stance. Compared to the master's rabbit and cat girl, he is indeed a more traditional person and prefers to wear a kimono.
"Forget it, there are too many people here, it's not suitable."
Mizusawa Xiaye let go of her hand and said with a smile: "Is it because you are afraid of possessiveness that others will see?"
"Where are we going?" Minamoto Norimitsu glanced at the sky, which was darker than before: "Standing here all the time?"
"Let's find a quiet place to chat."
The standard equipment for the rich is a private car and a driver. As a woman who can compete with Kamiya Seiko, although he doesn't know it, the Mizusawa family is certainly not simple.
Sitting in a Maybach of the same model as mine, the windows with dark car film were very dark, the two of them sat in the back seat together, and then Mizusawa Xiaye mentioned a destination.
In the early morning the sky was still shining brightly.
As evening approached, it became extremely gloomy, with increasingly dark clouds covering the sky.
Nearly half an hour later.
The Maybach stopped slowly on the side of the road.
The Path of Philosophy and the Path Among Flowers, these are two places that Minamoto no Yorimitsu has wanted to visit for a long time. Unexpectedly, Mizusawa Natsuye actually asked the driver to drive here.
This road is named after a philosopher who came to think about the philosophy of life. It is located beside the artificial channel at the foot of Higashiyama Mountain. It passes by Honan-in Temple and ends at Ginkakuji Temple. It is a good place in Kyoto to enjoy cherry blossoms in spring and maple leaves in autumn.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu smelled the earthy smell in the air, glanced at the [Path of Philosophy] nameplate between the four black horizontal beams next to him, and looked at the walking path from a distance.
Pieces of red maples were blown down.
It appears to be stacked in layers on the road, but it does not appear chaotic, but has a quiet beauty.
After he saw the people on the road clearly, he roughly understood why Mizusawa Xiaye came here.
Because on this road, you can see women wearing kimonos, some even holding umbrellas in their hands, which makes people feel like they have returned to ancient times.
Although Kyoto Prefecture is a famous ancient capital.
But wearing a kimono on the streets is still a bit unconventional, especially in shopping malls, where short skirts and shorts have gradually eroded the atmosphere of this ancient capital.
"Why did Miss Mizusawa appear in the gym?"
Naturally holding their arms, and walking a few dozen meters like other couples, Minamoto Yorimitsu finally chose to speak first and asked the question he wanted to ask.
"Of course I'm going to discuss business." Mizusawa Xiaye opened the folding fan, covered the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "I'm not as leisurely as you. I have to work in order to survive."
Her fan seemed to be the one I saw last time I was in a hot spring. It was painted with flowers and birds. When the fan was opened with fingers, a strong fragrance immediately hit her nostrils.
Different from the fragrance of Shengzi Seiko, this strong fragrance is not pungent, but rather smells particularly pleasant, like the smell of natural pollen from water peony.
"I remember, didn't Miss Mizusawa's family run shrines and temples?" Minamoto Yorimitsu asked doubtfully.
"Is this what the Holy Son told you?"
Mizusawa Natsuye narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly and explained: "Of course you can't rest on your laurels when doing business. In addition to temples and shrines, we are also involved in other industries."
"Is it related to kendo?" Minamoto Yorimitsu asked.
"It's not entirely related. I just want to increase my influence and plan to hire a good supervisor."
When Mizusawa Xiaye said this, she squinted her eyes and asked with a smile: "Do you know Mr. Muchuan?"
"It's the acquaintance between fathers and mothers."
Minamoto Noraimitsu answered after considering the words.
He didn't know what the relationship between his father and the old man was, but judging from today's experience, it seemed like they were friends with a bad past.
Mizusawa Xiaye was thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking about, but soon his eyes sparkled: "No wonder you also know how to sword. I could see that strong and vigorous figure just now at a glance.
"
What a strong figure, I guess if I had shouted late, you might have seen me get beaten!
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's hands are still numb.
Rather than sparring with a good girl with strange powers and a boring personality, he would rather walk hand in hand with an extremely dangerous grandmaster.
When did you become like this?
He sighed a little in his heart.
It's not just for the sake of drawing rewards. I'm not obsessed with good girls, but with the green tea bushes.
Seeing that Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't speak, Mizusawa Natsuye thought that her answer just now was unclear, lowered the fan from her mouth, and after thinking for a moment, she softly said:
"Mukawa Yamaaki was once the runner-up in the National Kendo Championship. If he hadn't been injured before the competition, he would have almost become the second champion from Kyoto Prefecture."
"The Mizusawa family has opened a new high school in recent years, but it is not very well-known, and the teaching ability can only be gained by poaching people, so we thought of some ways."
"Like the Jade Dragon Flag Grand Prize in kendo or the Koshien Grand Prize in baseball, if students can get good results, it will be good for enrollment and reputation, so I'm here to invite Muchuan Shanming to come out...
"
The National Kendo Championship is organized by the National Kendo Federation. It can be said to be the most honorable kendo conference in the country and a place where all swordsmen pursue their dreams.
Although it does not represent real killing skills, in terms of honor, it is indeed the pursuit of swordsmen.
According to Mizusawa Natsuya, Muchawayama Akira is a Kyoto native who has held more than 30 national kendo championships and almost won the championship.
With his reputation and proven ability, he is indeed worthy of being invited as a student supervisor, and it is normal to recruit students with Yulong Banner's results in terms of profit.
After all, Japanese school clubs are not just about hobbies, and career planning is not just about studying. Many people can make achievements in clubs.
For example, if high school students get the top three rankings in Yulong Banner, it can indeed increase the school's reputation, and there are also specially designated quotas by universities such as Dongda University.
However, these sources are not very clear.
I have no interest in studying these.
I was just simply curious as to why the other party happened to appear here. It seems like it was a coincidence now.
Just as the two of them were walking slowly, each with their own thoughts, two girls in blue campus uniforms walked over with somewhat embarrassed expressions.
"Hello, sir and madam, you two are a perfect match. Can I take some photos of you?"
The two girls are pretty and pretty. The only difference from ordinary female college students is that they both have short-focus cameras hanging on their chests. They obviously like to take pictures.
Listening to the names they called him and Mizusawa Natsuye, Minamoto no Yoriguang looked strange for a moment but said nothing.
When the long-haired girl on the left saw this, she thought he didn't agree, and quickly said nervously:
"I want to use it as a display sample of the club. If my husband and wife mind, I can use it privately. I personally also want to keep it."
The tone of the female college student was extremely sincere.
Just looking at his face, he looks a little green and immature.
It should be around the age group of freshman and sophomore year.
"Of course." Mizusawa Natsuye was the first to react. She just covered her mouth and looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu, blinked her peach blossom eyes and asked: "My dear, what about you?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at the hope in the eyes of the two girls and nodded, "I don't have any problem either."
It was just a simple photo shoot on the roadside.
Mizusawa Natsuye is over thirty. Although there are no traces on her face, her temperament is like that of a peach that can squeeze out water. She is obviously not a student.
Although Minamoto Yorimitsu is young, his face is relatively thin and his eyes are deep. In addition, he is wearing a formal suit today, so he doesn't actually look like a college student.
In addition, the two of them were holding hands and admiring the maple leaves on Philosophy Road in a very elegant manner. Because they spoke slowly and walked like an old man walking in the park, it was not surprising that people thought they were a newlywed couple.
Katcha, kacha, kacha—
The crisp shutter sound sounded, we hugged and took pictures according to the posture, and picked up the maple leaves on the ground as decoration.
It's just that it's not so much him hugging Mizusawa.
It would be better to say that the great master stepped forward like Muchuanquan in the afternoon, and kept letting go of the arms, chest and shoulders of Minamoto no Raimitsu before getting up again.
There is a sense of separation between the master and the master.
There is also the master’s willingness and generosity.
Which cadre can withstand such a test!?
After the photo was taken and the two female students blushed and bent down to say thank you, Mizusawa Natsuye reluctantly let go of his hand and just held his arm.
First, she took a look at the newly developed photos of the female student, nodded with satisfaction, and then stored a few photos deep in her neckline.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not given a photo, as if these photos belonged to her, she was as sweet as a little woman and placed the photos in the warmest place.
"You like female college students, right? The sister just now seems to be in line with your taste."
Mizusawa Natsuye lowered her gaze and glanced at the protrusion of Yoriguang's eyes. Her peach-blossom eyes almost closed with laughter. Even so, she still did not forget to joke.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu took a deep breath, and his heart was filled with anger: "I don't just like female college students."
"Then what is your favorite range?"
"Take those four words apart and read them."
"Female college student?" Mizuze Xia Ye whispered with her thin red lips, and instantly understood the meaning, but she pretended to be surprised and said: "Are you still interested in the young..."
"At least you have to be an adult here."
Minamoto Yorimitsu interrupted her and said: "The other party can be ignorant, but I cannot be ignorant of the law."
"That's a pity. I'm already an old woman. No wonder you're not interested in me."
Mizusawa Natsuye touched her face, as if she was sad about the passing years, but after a moment she suddenly said: "But I can also be your student."
She tapped her red lips with her fingers, a thoughtful look on her face, and soon she said with a chuckle:
"I remember that the clothes I used to go to school are still in the cabinet. The skirts at that time were relatively long. You might not like them, but I can have them cut."
She just finished saying these words full of temptation.
Minamoto norimitsu's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Shuizawa Xiaye couldn't help but be slightly startled for a moment.
Turn around, let go of your hand, and look at her.
Mizusawa Natsuye blinked her beautiful eyes, seeming a little confused as to what he meant.
The atmosphere also changed from ambiguous to stagnant.
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at her for a while and said meaningfully: "You don't seem to care about what happened last time."
"Are you talking about what you said to humiliate me last time? And who doesn't care anymore? I care so much that I can't sleep all night."
Mizuze Xia Ye was silent for a moment, then opened the folding fan again, sighed, and then said darkly:
"Even if I really love you, you shouldn't be arrogant and trample on me just because I love you."
Look, look!
This is the art of speaking!
Who can match this expression control!
With bad words and bad expressions, Minamoto Noraimitsu immediately became a scumbag. He seemed to be a spoiled and arrogant bad guy who only bullied women like her.
"That's also an expression of my love for you." Minamoto Norimitsu directly responded: "The more I love you, the more demanding I am, right?"
"Then how much do you love me?" Mizusawa Xiaye looked at him, and there seemed to be blue waves in her peach blossom eyes.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then his face gradually became more serious, and he said word for word: "You are the one I love the most among all the people I meet."
Even Mizusawa Xiaye has a lot of experience.
He couldn't help but slightly widen his beautiful eyes.
I secretly cursed this little pervert for his shamelessness.
"A smooth-tongued man."
Mizusawa Xiaye took a deep breath, narrowed her eyes slightly, and continued slowly:
"If it were an ordinary little girl, I would have scolded you long ago, but I am different. Because I love you so much, I can endure all the humiliation."
"Miss Mizusawa is not a little girl." Yorimitsu Minamoto said with a smile: "Besides our love for each other, isn't there anything else we need to say?"
"Look at you, it took a lot of effort for us to have some time to be warm, but in the end we have to start talking about business again."
Mizusawa Xiaye was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then looked at him resentfully and stamped his foot coquettishly.
This coquettish feeling of lightly tapping my feet.
He suddenly saw the power beyond Tianhai.
"Business talk?" Minamoto norimitsu raised his eyebrows.
Mizusawa Xiaye nodded slightly, his eyes flickering and asked: "I heard that you like trading very much?"
"Yes, I like to trade with people like you when the needs of both parties are relatively equal."
Minamoto Noraimitsu considered the words before speaking.
He deliberately emphasized the words "relative equality". Mizusawa Xiaye narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled and asked slowly: "Then can I do a deal with you?"
"I would like to hear the details." Minamoto Laiguang nodded his chin slightly.
Mizuze Xiaye smiled mysteriously, pressed the fan bone with her fingers and opened the fan suddenly, and the rich fragrance hit her nostrils:
"It's not a big deal. She just doesn't want to deal with the Holy Son, so I want you to take her down."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was stunned after hearing these words.