[Asuka: Senior is so diligent, it’s amazing*\(^o^)/*]
Then, the school girl sent an emoji of a fat penguin making a small fist, which should be a sign of encouragement.
Fujiwara Izaya put his phone in silent mode and turned off the vibration before heaving a sigh of relief.
The school girl's energy is too strong, and he feels like he can't handle it.
"Yoshitani is here, please get off the bus in an orderly manner."
Fujiwara Izaya cheered up, squeezed into the crowded station, and walked towards Kitagawa Academy.
As May approaches, the sun begins to get hotter and everything within sight is quite bright.
The cherry blossoms on the slope are becoming more and more gorgeous day by day. Stepping on the petals of the asphalt road, it feels like walking in a sea of flowers. But Fujiwara Izaya knows that this is the last week of the flowering period, and the cherry blossoms are working hard to burn their last life.
"Hi~"
Across the road, a girl raised her hand to say hello, her school uniform shirt drawing beautiful folds on her plump chest.
"Ah sneeze~"
Fujiwara Izaya sneezed unexpectedly, feeling like he was haunted by something unclean.
"Good morning, senior!"
Asuka Kasahara was carrying a small schoolbag and wearing small leather shoes, jumping over full of energy.
Fujiwara Izaya kept walking: "Good morning."
"The cherry blossoms are blooming so beautifully this year." Asuka Kasahara caught up with him and walked side by side under the cherry blossom trees.
"generally."
Fujiwara Izaya answered perfunctorily.
There are indeed many cherry blossoms in Tokyo, but compared with the vast mountains and plains of Kamigakure Town, they are still a bit inferior. Speaking of Kamigakure Town, I don’t know if my father kept Aunt Sadako’s video tape for summer vacation.
You have to go back and look for it.
It’s been a long time since I looked at the Aunt Sadako card screen.
miss her.
"Senior, is there something on your mind?" Kasahara Asuka looked at him with round eyes.
"I'm going to change my shoes first."
Fujiwara Izaya quickened his pace and walked towards his shoe cabinet.
"No wood, no wood, just a little bit~" Asuka Kasahara stuck out her tongue at him angrily from behind.
Back in the second-year class F classroom, Seiji Ikeda gathered with several boys and continued to discuss the topic of "schoolgirl stockings."
Recently, he has been taking the blame for stealing socks. Of course, few people think he stole them, but they all use this incident to make fun of him.
"I repeat, I didn't see those two pairs of socks!"
Of course you can't see it... Izaya Fujiwara walked past Seiji Ikeda calmly.
When he sat back down and took the book from his schoolbag, he took the opportunity to hold his socks and smell them.
After less than half a month of evaporation, the sour smell of sweat on the socks has long gone.
The black stockings don't have any residual smell, and the white stockings still have a faint citrus scent, which still smells quite comfortable.
Why doesn’t the black one have a citrus flavor?
Could it be that the white ones have been worn longer and have been pickled by the schoolgirl's body fragrance?
Just when Fujiwara Izaya was about to study the structure of these socks carefully, Ikeda Seiji slammed the table and shouted through gritted teeth: "Don't let me know who owns those two pairs of socks, otherwise I will definitely
I put my socks that I haven't washed for a month and a half into his mouth and let him have a taste!"
After saying that, he didn't forget to look back at his friend: "Fujiwara-kun, you will help me find that pervert, right?"
"Uh-huh."
Fujiwara Izaya nodded vigorously with a serious expression.
In order to not have to endure the torture of smelly socks, Ikeda-kun, you better not think about cleaning up.
At 8:30 in the morning, Haruka Nagoya walked into the classroom on time, holding her textbooks and wearing her black stockings and high heels.
The sun is shining brightly and the clouds are white.
The sea breeze blowing from Tokyo Bay sways the white curtains, making people feel comfortable, and the unique breath of spring is floating in the air.
In the classroom, the female teacher was explaining the classical literature course with all her heart on the podium. The students were looking forward to the beautiful female teacher in their seats who would take special care of them. Fujiwara Izaya was quietly thinking about the demon student.
This is the peaceful time.
As evening approaches, the school bell rings.
Fujiwara Izaya stood up with a normal expression, straightened his uniform, picked up his schoolbag and left.
Feeling relaxed and happy.
As a student, he has enough time to get off work!
Although he seemed to have done nothing that day, his strength had not increased at all, and he had not made any money yet, he felt no guilt at all for wasting his time, because he had learned a lot of knowledge, and his chances of getting admitted to Tokyo University had increased a little bit.
.
The life of ordinary high school students is so simple and boring.
Let Priest Fujiwara deal with monsters and monsters. What does it have to do with me, Fujiwara-san?
※※※※※
time flies.
The cherry blossoms bloomed in the last spring light, and then the night rain knocked them down.
For several days, apart from facing Asuka's harassment, Fujiwara Rin didn't encounter any big trouble.
No female spider came to seek revenge on him, and the construction site of Beihara's family continued to be peaceful. He continued his peaceful daily life along a fixed trajectory every day.
I ran for a run in the morning and occasionally chatted with Yukino Momori. I ate the bread she made for free on Tuesday. The texture and taste were unpalatable. On Wednesday morning, the Honda Coyote couldn't start the fire. After school, I went to her to get the warranty card and go to the dealer.
I went to the dealer for repairs, but was told that the car was damaged by water and was not under warranty.
Izaya Fujiwara wrote down the money spent on repairing the car at his own expense in a small notebook.
A total of 23,000 yen.
The school girl’s 100 quiz questions were answered to question 18.
Come on, Fujiwara Izaya!
Just hold on, you'll get rid of her soon!
"Buzz~"
The phone on the desktop vibrated.
[Asuka: Answer me, 100 questions about seniors! Question 19: What are seniors’ interests? 】
Fujiwara Izaya, who was doing math problems, put down his pen and picked up his mobile phone.
After a week of training, he seems to have become accustomed to the inappropriate harassment from school girls, and he no longer feels depressed about being disturbed.
【Fujiwara: Do math problems.】
【Asuka:?】
【Fujiwara: Still have questions?】
[Asuka: When I type "?", it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem. 】
[Fujiwara: Do you have a problem with doing math problems? 】
[Asuka: The problem is huge. It would be a waste of medicine to save it. Senior, just dig a hole and bury yourself.]
[Fujiwara: You must correct your point of view. Mathematics is the most organized subject in the world. As long as you face numbers, you will feel particularly at ease, because all its factors are in their place and their meanings are clearly displayed.
.The only person in this world besides my parents who can treat me so kindly is mathematics. Don’t you like mathematics?】
[Asuka: Wood! Senior, wood, wood, big wood!]
【Fujiwara: I have to do my homework.】
[Asuka: Wait, last question, why did you go to the Supernatural Research Department? Is there any hidden secret with Hoshimi-senpai? 】
Fujiwara Izaya can no longer read it.
If he said he had to do homework, he would do it. If he replied to her message again, she would rub her nose and face and pester him all night. With the lessons learned from the past few nights, Fujiwara Izaya learned to ignore her.
The tip of the pen scratched the paper, making a slight rustling sound.
There was some fine dust floating in the air, and a few moths circled around the yellowed lampshade. After a while, they probably felt bored, and they flapped their wings and left.
"Ah~"
Fujiwara Izaya stretched himself.
On the desk are Asuka's stockings and a Spanish verb list, and on the wall is a calendar with a picture of Mount Fuji printed on it.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he stuffed two pairs of stockings into a drawer and hid them, turned off the light and went to sleep.