Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

That's weird. Let me take another look.

Ionuma Isao blinked and looked at the angel who was sniffing his smelly socks intoxicatedly, his eyes gradually became dull.

There is a vague feeling in my heart that my idol has collapsed.

However, compared to his shock, the angel who was caught smelling smelly socks had no unnatural expression at all except for his face being slightly red.

Under the young man's gaze, she raised her white and slender legs and slowly put on her stockings.

Then, he looked at the door: "Here we come."

This confident tone really felt like he was convinced.

Ionuma Isao was numb.

At this time, the angel returned to normal.

She was leaning against the window sill, her slender thighs slightly close together, and there was a book of "Crime and Punishment" placed on it.

Of course Iinuma Isao has read this book.

The biggest feeling after reading this is that we are constantly fighting against human nature throughout our lives.

But he was in no mood to discuss literature at the moment.

He looked at the angel, the bright sunshine of early summer shining on her black hair.

This scene, how should I put it, uh, is like a wood panel painting in the middle world, very beautiful and artistic.

She is really beautiful and deserves the title of angel.

Snow-like jade skin, pure cheeks that can be broken by blows;

The eyebrows are thin and long, like the leaves of mimosa;

The eyes are clear and ethereal, like a precious cat, with a hint of innate pride and aloofness flashing from time to time.

The lips are cherry red, soft and beautiful, like cherry blossom petals in spring.

As for the chest... forget it, skip it.

Wearing a fashionable and close-fitting school uniform, with a red bow neatly tied on the chest.

The skirt is knee-length, and black stockings wrap around the slender calves and round knees. Between the skirt and the stockings, there is an absolute realm that makes people unable to open their eyes.

With such a beautiful picture, no one would doubt it if it were said to be a fairy.

But Ionuma Isao, his mind was filled with images of her smelling smelly socks, and he couldn't get over it anymore.

In response, the angel smiled faintly and explained: "Don't be too surprised. Sometimes, I have to take the initiative to pull myself down from the clouds to the mortal world, so as to give you, an ordinary person, a chance to dare to approach me, isn't it?"

While saying this, a ray of breeze blew from the window.

Her pencil-black hair was swaying slightly, and she was sitting upright in the wind like a fairy. She actually had a sense of otherworldly beauty.

Ionuma looked at her from head to toe, and finally gave up on exploring her inner thoughts, silently sitting down on the chair opposite her.

There are only two chairs in this activity room.

It seemed that she had planned it too.

Looking at him, Huacheng Iori smiled slightly and said: "Because of my appearance, you have a crush on me, right?"

"It's not so much a good impression, but..." Ionuma Isao paused for a moment, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's like playing a game and seeing a rare piece of equipment with awesome attributes, so I was suddenly surprised."

After hearing this, Huacheng Iori rubbed his forehead with a headache: "You guy, why does your emotional intelligence fluctuate high and low..."

"This way, you can't figure me out!" Ionuma Isao smiled proudly.

"It's just a dying struggle!" The angel smiled contemptuously, "Don't forget, I can read your heart!"

"..."

The young man's smile was frozen on his face.

Gan!

There is a hook on the opposite side, how to play!

"Okay, calm down!" Huacheng Iori looked at him with a smile, "I like silence, so Mr. Agent B, even if you are lucky enough to get the opportunity to be alone with me, please don't create unnecessary trouble here. Noise. Got it?”

"When will the work start?" Ionuma asked straight to the point.

He wanted to see what exciting things the angel could come up with.

As a result, she smiled lightly: "My current job is drinking tea and reading."

"..."

"..."

After waiting for a long time, Iinuma Isao was stunned and asked, "That's it?"

"uh-huh?"

Huacheng Iori made a cutesy sound of unknown meaning.

"With all due respect, in this department, whoever wants to be treated is treated the same! I love someone, so take leave!" Iinuma Isao stood up with a serious face, cupped his hands to the girl, and then left the place without any delay.

"boom!"

The sound of the sliding door closing sounded.

Huacheng Iori looked at it quietly for a while, then suddenly her red lips pursed slightly and her shoulders trembled slightly.

She smiled happily.

"Dispersed thinking, likes excitement, but doesn't want to actively stir up excitement, and has a bit of a fun-loving behavior... Oh, by the way, the guy who talks lies, he is walking so fast now, he will be really good soon..."

The murmuring girl's eyes gradually became meaningful.

"What an interesting soul..."

■

In the afternoon, I had a home economics class and a physical education class.

Since he was new here, Iinuma Isao was not in a hurry to show off, but followed Nagazawa and Kizuki to learn the basic information about the classmates.

After the second class, it's half past three.

School is over at this time.

The next hour and a half is club activity time.

Ionuma Isao ran to the playground and watched the baseball club's joint practice for a while, then went to the football club to see the big-breasted football manager Nagazawa mentioned. When it was almost five o'clock, he returned to the school building and thought about it. Whether to go home or find an angel to go home with.

It was already dusk at this time.

The crisp and cool air seemed a little tight, and the setting sun reflected dazzling light on the glass of the school building.

Ionuma Isao walked back to the middle of the school building.

Higashi Wuhe Middle School has four school buildings.

A bird's eye view from top to bottom shows the layout of the word "mouth". The lower part is the teaching building, the upper part is a comprehensive building with a canteen, library and laboratory music classroom, and the club activity buildings are on the left and right sides.

The place in the middle of the four buildings is the atrium, which is now a holy place.

【Ding】

Ionuma Isao, who had just entered the atrium, suddenly stopped in his steps.

[You have a new limited-time event—The Soul of Reincarnation]

[On May 5th, at p.m. sharp, go to the atrium to save the unknown girl]

[This activity has three stages:]

[1: Find the first clue to the activity]

[2: Increase your importance in the hearts of the people you are targeting]

【3: Complete the activity】

[Each time you reach a certain stage, you will receive corresponding clearance rewards]

【Participation in this activity is voluntary】

【confirm exit】

Ionuma Isao raised his hand and looked at his watch. The time was 4:59 pm.

It's one minute to five o'clock.

He immediately raised his head and observed the surrounding environment.

The atrium of the school building is a garden.

Cobblestone paths crisscross the area.

On the left are flower beds and flower stands, with a fountain pool in the middle in which koi carp swim.

There is a pavilion covered with ivy on the right, with a few pigeons resting on the eaves. Next to it are tall oak trees, with white smoke rising from the burning leaves.

In the early summer evening sunshine, the white smoke looks even more misty.

During the one-minute countdown, everything seemed to be in slow motion, and Ionuma Isao continued to turn his eyes.

There were two girls chatting and laughing happily on the wooden chairs by the pool. From the club building, there was the sound of practicing bass speakers, a young couple was playing badminton, and groups of students gathered in the pavilion and made a lot of noise.

The loudspeakers of the radio department played "Come on, sweet death" at a high volume;

In front of the bulletin board for club activities, a member of a political club wearing a headscarf loudly complained about how aggressive the U.S. imperialist strategy of returning to the Asia-Pacific war was.

This is the most common sight after school in Japanese high schools.

Looking at these scenes, Ionuma Isao didn't notice anything unusual, but he just felt that there was something wrong with the red sunset today.

From the cobblestone paths to the students' white shirts, everything in sight was dyed red, as bright red as a glass of special juice poured down from the head.

The whole world seemed to be dyed red, and in this shocking twilight, Iinuma Isao suddenly felt a shiver.

"it all returns to nothing"

(Everything is like nothingness)

"it all comes"