Conquer District 11

"Isn't this a question of whether you like it or not? Just, was that just an instinctive reaction? I looked into it without even thinking about it... This belongs to watching as soon as I can see it, and I probably will watch it if I can see it... This and It makes sense to look down when you hear 'who lost the money'."

"Then Chen Xiaofeng, do you like big ones?"

"Is what I said before useless?"

"Like Lorgar?"

"That size is common, isn't it?"

"Still like Misaka?"

"That guy is approaching the airport!"

"you have seen?"

"It's through the clothes!"

"I heard from a classmate last night that if you rub it, it will grow bigger. Is this true?"

"Are you a primary school student? This, this kind of thing is probably an urban legend... Besides, how would I know!"

Chen Xiaofeng began to speak incoherently.

However, probably, there may really be a way to make it bigger... With today's high technology, this is also possible.

"However, can you stop discussing such things in tourist spots in Otaru?"

"I don't want to say things like that."

"But, the one who has been asking these strange words since just now, is it you, Xiaoqiong?"

silence.

"Why didn't you talk all of a sudden?"

silence.

"Stay silent?"

Qiong continued to remain silent, lowering his head.

"Besides... it's Xiaoqiong, you are too defenseless, aren't you?"

Qiong continued to remain silent, his eyes seemed to be confiding something, and there was always something wrong with Qiong like this.

Bearing Chen Xiaofeng's complaints silently, he would ignore these complaints in normal times, because in daily life, it is very normal for Chen Xiaofeng to say such things.But this time he didn't ignore it, not only that, he seemed to be very depressed.

"Little Dome?"

After making the sound, Qiong became even more lethargic, with a very depressed expression, which was very inexplicable.

"What's the matter? Just say what you think..."

Not finished yet...

"nothing……"

He answered with such a small voice.

Not knowing what he did wrong, Chen Xiaofeng couldn't figure it out at all, so he had to change the topic.

"Is the painting finished?"

"kindness……"

"Then...shall I go somewhere else with you?"

Chen Xiaofeng could only hope that he would go shopping with Qiong, so that she could recover.

"Ah."

Chen Xiaofeng left the canal with Qiong who looked very lost.

Walked back to the sidewalk from the side of the canal, and checked the next stop with the tourist brochure.

Before reaching the destination, Chen Xiaofeng and Qiong walked forward slowly.

Qiong was still the same, always lagging behind Chen Xiaofeng.Chen Xiaofeng would stop every few steps, waiting for Qiong to catch up.When he realized it, Qiong was a few steps behind.So both of them repeated this behavior.

Moreover, every time Chen Xiaofeng stood, Qiong looked at Chen Xiaofeng's waist, exuding a silent will.

"Xiao Qiong, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Asked by Chen Xiaofeng, Qiong's tangled expression was obvious.

"……hand……"

"Ok?"

"Can I hold hands?"

Chen Xiaofeng couldn't understand the shocking words.

"What, what? Holding hands? Me and Xiaoqiong?"

"Yes."

"This... is not quite right?"

"why?"

The sights that students who have been on the plane for a long time can visit are limited.I saw a few when I was at the station before, and there were also on the side of the canal. Even on the street I am walking now, I passed by a few students from the same school just now.

If we hold hands in this situation... then rumors will spread faster than the speed of light.

"why?"

Qiong asked again.

The words that can be explained in my mind can't be said, those are just words of the scene, Chen Xiaofeng also has this kind of self-consciousness.

"Why...you were with Xiaoyou yesterday..."

Qiong spoke in an inaudible voice that Chen Xiaofeng couldn't hear.

Today she has made great progress.

"Anyway, it's impossible."

Chen Xiaofeng seemed to hear Qiong muttering softly, but he couldn't discern the content anymore.

The current Qiong seems to be terribly lost.

"Xiao, Xiaoqiong, look, there seems to be an interesting little shop over there."

In order to change the strange atmosphere, Chen Xiaofeng pointed to the building in front of him. Otaru is known as the "Glass Capital", so it was a glass shop.

Then without waiting for Qiong's answer, Chen Xiaofeng entered the small shop.

Qiong also came in after Chen Xiaofeng.

In this small shop, which is not very big, it is filled with all kinds of glass products.

Different shapes and different colors.

"This is really pretty."

Picking up the blue goblet with gradient colors in his hand, Qiong's eyes radiated a light no less than that.

It seems to be interested... Chen Xiaofeng was slightly relieved.

"Are you here for a school trip?"

The person who came to talk to me was a female shop assistant about 30 years old.

"Well, yes."

"If you are interested, you can go to the workshop inside for a production experience... I think you can create some good memories together."

Looking at the grinning look of the female shop assistant, it seemed that she regarded Chen Xiaofeng and Qiong as young couples dating on a school trip.

This made Chen Xiaofeng a little troubled.

"Making experience? Is it the kind that burns glass in front and blows at the back?"

"Yes."

I have seen that kind of thing on TV again, where the glass is melted in the red-hot path, and then the hollow rod is rotated while blowing continuously.

Although it looks very interesting, but a novice should not be able to do it, right?

"Chen Xiaofeng."

This kind of timing is called Chen Xiaofeng's name... Chen Xiaofeng can foresee what will happen next.

"what happened?"

"I want to try."

"What? If you get burned, you will be in trouble... And, in case a nervousness makes the aim force field uncontrollable..."

Then this small shop will become an icehouse.

"It doesn't matter, there are some that don't need fire now."

The clerk interrupted just right.

Then, a finished product was removed from the shelf beside it.

"The place that looks rough here is blown up with sand. This is called sandblasting...you can paint your own paintings on it."

In this case, you don't have to worry about being burned by fire, and you don't have to worry about being called an ice cellar here.

"So, do you want to try it?"

"Try it!"

Qiong replied immediately.

As the female clerk said, there is a small experience workshop inside.

The guide is a man, probably a 30-year-old uncle...maybe a big brother...

Then, after listening to the explanation, Chen Xiaofeng and Qiong sat side by side in front of the production table.

First draw the pattern you want on the paper, and then cut it out to shape.

There is no doubt about Qiong's painting skills, but Chen Xiaofeng is a little ridiculous, painting, rubbing, rubbing, and repeating such actions.