The girl realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing.
"Well, I think I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
The girl with a round head holding a plastic bag next to her seemed to feel that something was wrong in the atmosphere. She glanced at the expressionless Minamoto Yorimitsu in front of her, and then at the trembling Sakichu Kodou who was standing there and said.
"okay..."
Sakichu and Koto didn't dare to raise their heads and hummed.
"Xiao Teng, if you have anything, please remember to send me a message. You can send me the paper title later. I can print it out and hand it in for you." The girl with a round head said coldly.
Among the two of them, she was the only one who knew Sakichu Kodou. Before leaving, she nodded to Minamoto Yorimitsu as a greeting. Then she felt that the atmosphere was not right and ran away as if the wind was blowing at her feet.
When she wasn't far away, she could still vaguely hear what her companion said to her.
"Isn't that boy just now Minamoto Yorimitsu from the Management Department?"
"Yorimitsu Minamoto? You mean the one who has been chasing Yoshikawa's green tea for a long time?"
"Yeah, that's him. I've seen him placing candles in the playground."
"It's really big news. Why is he with Xiaoteng? Is it because he has a different relationship?"
"I guess I gave up or was completely rejected. How pitiful."
The two girls talked not loudly while walking, but it was still relatively clear in the open area at around ten o'clock in the evening. At least Yoriguang's hearing was not a problem at all.
What a bad luck.
Black history can also be heard in other people's mouths.
Minamoto Noraimitsu was speechless for a moment, and did not dwell on the faults of his original body anymore. This thing will disappear over time, and caring too much will make his life very tiring. In any sense, the gain outweighs the loss.
Standing beside him was Sakichu Koto, with his head hanging down as usual. It seemed that his demands were no match for the habit he had formed. His fingers were deeply pinched between the pleats of his short skirt, and most of his face was covered with slender bangs.
, because I was afraid that my petite shoulders could not stop shaking.
Like a child who has made a mistake and is waiting for trial, this inner fear is expressed through the body, resisting the pressure that originates from oneself.
"What, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Minamoto norimitsu smiled and asked.
There was obviously no mocking tone, nor was there any deliberate oppression, but when it fell on Sakichu Koto's ears, it was as crisp as the hammer of judgment falling.
This made her body go limp and she almost lost her balance. Her fingers subconsciously pinched her thigh through her skirt, and the pain caused her to remain silent.
"Let me think about it, you live in the North District and haven't been back for a long time."
Minamoto Yoriguang put his hands into his pockets, nodded to himself and analyzed: "Then you said you were going back to the apartment last time, so you have been lying to me, and it is probably an ulterior secret."
Listening to these calmly analyzed and reasonable words, Sakichu Koto felt a little chilly all over, and forced himself to make a dry voice: "No... no... no..."
"No? A liar will subconsciously deny it after being exposed. I don't know what you hid from me, but sincerity is the first condition for reaching a deal with others. You didn't tell me that you have a place to live outside the school. Although
This is not something that was agreed between us, but subjectively I still mind it."
There was no sarcasm in Minamoto Noraimitsu's voice, he just analyzed the facts objectively and calmly, even speaking out his own emotions calmly.
But it was obvious that Sakichu Kodou had no intention of answering him.
In other words, the latter's body is beginning to shake now.
He seemed so scared that he couldn't even speak.
Sakichu Koto had already skillfully drooped his head, and even his eyes were tightly closed without daring to open them. He was biting his lips as if he was already waiting for his final judgment.
But after waiting for a long time, she didn't get the slap she expected, or the loud and continuous curses, and she didn't even hear the words she just analyzed.
Just when she fluttered her eyelashes and opened her eyes.
Then I heard a familiar voice coming from above my head.
"Saki Hatsumi, I happen to have time tonight, why don't I go to your house to sleep?"
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Fushimi Ward is located southeast of Kyoto.
During the Heian period, it was mainly a villa for Kyoto nobles, and later developed into a castle town. However, the prosperity here was affected by wars several times.
At present, the area is mainly a residential area and is the most populous area in Kyoto City. Because it is adjacent to Osaka, it continues to develop as a port through water transportation on the Yodogawa River.
But in fact, the development of Fushimi Ward is not very good.
And they are basically all old houses. At best, they are relatively retro, but at worst, they are in disrepair. However, the rent is of course cheaper than other districts. It is one of the districts with the most backward economic development in Kyoto.
A pure black Mercedes-Benz parked slowly in front of the alley.
It's not that I don't want to drive in, it's that the car can't get in.
Minamoto Yorimitsu closed the car door and looked up. A narrow alley that could only accommodate three people appeared in front of him.
It's very deep inside but there are old street lights lighting it about five meters apart.
There were colorful old-fashioned neon signs all around, very much like the style before the 1990s. The neon lights reflected each other and made Akira's eyes painful.
Sakichu Koto led the way towards the narrow alley.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was silent and observed his surroundings.
In the deep and dark alley, the old lamp hanging on the wall emitted a faint light, and there were two overturned trash cans in front of it.
Two wild cats were rummaging through the garbage inside, seemingly sensing the presence of strangers, but they just turned their heads and glanced at it before continuing to rummage.
There is an unpleasant smell in the air.
Moving his steps across the rubbish and dirty water scattered on the ground, Minamoto no Yorimitsu frowned and followed Sakichu Kodou deeper, finally stopping at the downstairs of a three-story house with cracked walls.
There is an old iron staircase on the left side of the door of the house. Sakichu Xiaoteng is holding on to the rusty railing as he goes up, and his footsteps keep making creaking sounds when he steps on it.
When he walked up, Minamoto Yorimitsu took advantage of the dim light to take a closer look.
The nails holding the iron staircase to the wall were all rusty.
It is understandable if it suddenly falls off.
Finally, I climbed to the top of the building and found that there was a small iron room. It looked like it only covered an area of ten square meters. It looked even more dilapidated than this building. There was also Teng Man lying unscrupulously on the wall, feeling like a typhoon.
With just one blow, people and their houses can be swept away.
And Sakichu Kodou took out the key and opened the door.
呲呲呲——
The rusty iron door made a sharp sound.
Listening to it makes your eardrums hurt.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu raised his steps and followed, walked to Sakichu Koto who was standing in front of the door, and looked inside along her shoulder. After seeing the inside clearly, the whole person fell silent.
After a long time, he asked: "Is this your home?"
Sakichu Xiaodeng lowered his head and nodded silently.