Order French fries at Shuchiin

But soon, her high spirits were worn away, and the part she needed to hold on to was exposed to her.

There is a limit to the amount of self-generation that a noisy person can generate. A person can be so noisy that it can drive people crazy, a skill that only elementary school students who are abandoned by others can display.

So, as usual, Fujiwara Chika finished a lap, looked at her fellow runners, then looked down at Pace who was moving forward without looking around, and couldn't help but sigh.

It’s not that Pace is not okay, he is also a member of the Fujiwara family, but if possible, I still want to run with someone who can talk...

Um... No! If this is my laziness, then I must overcome it! Ahhhh!

When Fujiwara Chika was jogging on the track and looking around, she caught a glimpse of a young figure in a place where Chinese uncles often gathered to play chess.

He looked tall, wearing a gray-and-black outfit, with a black suitcase-like bag at his side. He had short bangs that would naturally form if you brushed them upwards from his forehead, and at first glance, he didn't seem very noticeable...

Isn't this Xing Yuan? Why is he here?

Seeing an acquaintance, Fujiwara Chika's mind suddenly became active. She quickly ran closer and quietly got behind Xing Yuanhui.

"Uncle, you play chess really well!" Xing Yuanhui clapped his hands mercilessly, trying to get the bald uncle, who he was not sure if he could be considered a fellow villager, to tell him what delicious food was nearby.

"Hey!" The bald old man waved his hand and said modestly, "There is no tiger in the mountain. You are flattering me too much!"

Although he said so, judging from the old man's ruddy face, he really liked hearing this kind of words, and he could hardly control the smile on his face.

There were a few elderly people next to them. Judging from the condition of their hair, they seemed to be following the underlying logic that the more protruding the hair on the head, the stronger it was.

White hair with a hint of black, white hair, with only a few hairs left. It is hard to imagine that these people who can be compared to hair growth companies can appear together.

"Haha, this guy is great..." Uncle Sanmao praised, "Don't think you lost, he and I are actually evenly matched. It's great to have such a level at this age!"

"Hey!" The uncles quarreled among themselves, and the bald uncle shouted angrily, "Who is going to split it with you? You are just flattering yourself. How about I split it with you 70% and 30%?"

"You and him are 30% and 70%? Then what am I?"

For a while, the old men were arguing so fiercely that there was no room for the young man to interrupt.

He could only stare at the endgame, which could still be turned around, and wondered whether he should take out his shotgun microphone and let the old men's traditional Chinese voices become one of his inspirations.

Anyway, the sound is low as background music. I will process it a little bit. I guarantee that even people across the sea will be confused whether this is Chinese or not...

But just as he was thinking this, his stomach, which he had been holding back since early morning, began to complain, forcibly halting his thinking process.

Sure enough, getting up late and going to deliver newspapers with Xiaogui without having breakfast is not a wise choice...

Of course, it was also my fault for following the young man running in the deserted city after delivering newspapers. How did I end up riding all the way to Yoyogi? Was that person scared by me?

Forget it, at least I can see Tokyo at four in the morning, which gives me a reason to get up and find a route for myself to wander around.

Otherwise, if I ride my bike out at this time, I won’t know where to go, so I might as well scold myself and go back to bed.

Maybe next time I can find another day to deliver newspapers with Xiaogui and record some natural sounds...

Ah! My stomach is growling again.

No, let's just ask if there's anything to eat nearby and then go. It would be embarrassing if someone hears my stomach growling.

Just as Xing Yuanhui was about to call out to the old men who were dancing and showing off their family martial arts, Fujiwara Chika patted his shoulder from behind and asked:

"Xingyuan, why are you here? And your stomach is growling?"

Chapter 16 Is Ten Laps Too Much?

This voice? Fujiwara Chika?

Xing Yuanhui tilted his head back following the sound, and his upward gaze collided with the girl's downward gaze.

She was wearing a pink sportswear, which was much more lively than Shuchiin's long-sleeved dress and was refreshing.

But her ponytail looks a little different from the last time she was in the archery club... Is it because she didn't have sideburns? She looks more refreshing.

Although the temperature in Tokyo has started to rise, it is still quite cold in the morning, so Xing Yuanhui did not see any sweat on Fujiwara Chika's face.

But Xing Yuanhui smelled a faint fruity aroma, like a juicy ripe peach falling to the ground, the breeze blowing through the juice and carrying away a hint of fragrance, mixing sweetness into the fresh and simple air.

But why is there a strange smell mixed in with this smell? And it's furry...

Hmm... I'll see if there are any peaches in the fruit shop. I'm craving for them.

Beside Xing Yuanhui's invisible legs, Pace was circling around Fujiwara Chika.

Seeing that he looked at her but didn't say anything, Fujiwara Chika stared at him for three seconds and then began to look around as if nothing had happened, such as the chessboard in front of her and the black handbag beside her.

…and the phone on your lap?

After looking around, Fujiwara Chika lowered her head again, and saw that her junior was still staring at her without blinking, and she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

With a slightly red face, she pulled Xing Yuanhui's head back and scolded him in a low voice: "What are you doing? Why are you staring at me?"

Really, how can you stare at a girl like that? If the teacher or dad saw it, they would pull him aside to "talk" and he would deserve it.

But please believe Xing Yuanhui, he is really just hungry.

Xing Yuanhui scratched his head and shook it, then turned sideways and said, "No, I'm just hungry and a little out of spirits. Senior, do you have anything to eat?"

It was indeed a bit confusing, and I didn't even realize that he was speaking Chinese.

He naturally lowered his head and finally saw an Akita dog with a dim yellow body. While it was circling around Fujiwara Chika, it was also staring at Xing Yuanhui with its ferocious eyes.

Chinese? I understand, but you are not in a good state now? I won't tease you and pretend I don't understand what you are saying. Thank me for being generous.

But since you use Chinese, I'll use it too.

"Food?" Fujiwara Chika accepted Xing Yuanhui's words and rummaged through her pockets. After searching for a long time, she only found a piece of chocolate. "This is all I have. Is that okay?"

She had originally planned to stroll along the street after running, but she was afraid that she would be exhausted after the exercise, so she went to a convenience store in advance to prepare.

Well! It's definitely not because I was passing by and suddenly felt hungry! It's definitely not!

Even though Fujiwara Chika spoke fluent Chinese, Xing Yuanhui had already switched to the Chinese module to chat with the old man, so he didn't notice anything wrong.

He nodded, and Fujiwara Chika handed him the chocolate which was the length of his index finger and considerately tore open the package.

This is the first time I see Xingyuan looking so listless! How about taking a photo secretly? I'll consider it as a labor fee!

I, Fujiwara, opened the package myself. Even Kaguya-san has never received such service!

The uncles standing by gradually became silent and began to notice something was wrong.

Xing Yuanhui finished the snack in just a few bites, and he recovered some of his energy.

Although I won’t remember how many snacks I have eaten, but at least now, I will still thank it with my grateful heart.

He saw Fujiwara Chika secretly take out her cell phone, quietly turn on the camera and point it at him, but he didn't care, but instead smoothed his hair to cooperate.

"How is it?" Xing Yuanhui smiled and said in Japanese, "Take pictures quickly."

This is called "advance to retreat". You must be trying to secretly take a picture of my confused expression, right? Haha! If I cooperate with you, you will probably find it boring. This is the time to show your understanding!

As it turned out, he was trying to be cool on purpose, but Fujiwara Chika found it boring because he was like that when he was bragging to Ishigami at school.

Not to mention stroking her hair, posing in bodybuilding poses, or even doing some strange jojo poses are no problem at all.

Sure enough, there was no flash or click - in Japan, taking secret photos is a very serious matter, and generally speaking, the flash and shutter sound cannot be turned off.

Fujiwara Chika suddenly became bored and waved her hands in a disinterested manner, saying in Chinese: "Forget it, you are too cocky. I see you like this almost once every two days. In terms of rarity, you are just an N card. Also, you can speak Chinese, otherwise the grandfathers on the side won't understand."

Hearing this, Pace pulled at his master's trouser legs - what about me? I don't understand Chinese either.

Unfortunately, no one here cares about the well-behaved Pace who doesn't yell when meeting strangers.

Xing Yuanhui then turned around and saw the Four Prime Ministers who had just assumed the posture of divine beasts and were now staring at them eagerly, just like the Village Clan's Sixth Director with red eyes when he returned to his hometown in winter at the entrance of the village.

"Uh..." Xing Yuanhui leaned back and his shoulder touched Fujiwara Chika's hand. The latter gave a smirk and silently grabbed him.

He was very sure that he had just heard a whisper of "this side faces the enemy", but now was not the time to talk about this. Xing Yuanhui forced a smile and said, "Gentlemen, what's the matter?"

"Is this little girl your girlfriend?" The white-haired old man spoke frankly and got straight to the point.

I didn't expect that you are such a local!

Xing Yuanhui raised his hand and denied it blatantly, "No, we are just classmates. Why do you say that?"

"Because you and her seem very close...a relationship between an older woman and a younger man?" The bald old man pondered for a moment, then made a big noise as soon as he spoke.

"..." Xing Yuanhui's face twitched. Fujiwara Chika looked very normal in the eyes of outsiders. Otherwise, ordinary insiders would at least call it a brother-sister relationship. "They are just friends in the same club."

The senior with a butterfly knot who was laughing secretly with her hands covering her mouth at the back was gloating, but she didn't know that the Village Affairs Department's strike targets all parties involved.

The divine beasts had clear division of labor, one against two. The white-haired old man stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Little girl, are you Chinese or Japanese?"

"Japanese." Compared to Xing Yuanhui, Fujiwara Chika was not much more comfortable facing this kind of scene.

The Fujiwara family had many distant relatives and branch families, and every New Year they would have to take out the photo albums and match them with the family tree one by one, for fear of meeting someone but not knowing who he or she was.

After all, the Fujiwara family is also a political family, so they must do a good job on the surface.

"Japanese? That doesn't sound like it. Shouldn't you say 'Li Renben'?" Uncle Sanmao didn't believe it.

It has been a long time since the four of them were brought to Japan by their descendants. Apart from the frequent Chinese tourists, they rarely hear other people speaking normal Chinese when they play chess in the park.

I met two of them today, and we started talking all of a sudden.

"It depends on the person. It took me a long time to learn how to make these tones." Fujiwara Chika scratched her face and laughed.

Xing Yuanhui was dealing with the old man who suddenly became gossipy while paying attention to the situation of the senior sister. He listened to their conversation and even had time to complain.

In fact, you are the tallest among the short ones. We are four people from different provinces, so don’t criticize each other’s dialect or tone.

But it feels like this will never end, and I can't let Fujiwara always accompany the old men to relax because of me, right?

So he coughed lightly, attracted the attention of the three people on Fujiwara's side, pointed at the chessboard and said, "Hey, let's finish this game first. Uncle, didn't you say that if you enjoyed the game, you would tell me where a delicious beef offal restaurant is? I'm so hungry, let's finish the game quickly."

If it was a group of middle-aged women, Xing Yuanhui would be helpless and could only abandon the chessboard and beef offal and flee in panic with Fujiwara Chika.

But it’s different for the uncles, especially those with interests and hobbies. As long as they talk about it, no matter if the topic has gone to outer space, they can still bring the conversation back to the topic.

Sure enough, the bald old man immediately found his enemy, touched his round head and said curiously: "What are you still betting on? Didn't you admit defeat just now?"

Uncle Sanmao activated his passive skill and automatically argued with the bald man: "That's what you think. Maybe the young man has thought of a way to break the deadlock now."

In response, Xing Yuanhui smiled but said nothing.

"Then let's get started." Although the bald man didn't want to continue, he couldn't resist Sanmao's nod, and the other two uncles forced him to his position.

The three men have been fed up with the bald man's arrogance for a long time. Every time they see him bragging when his children come to the park to pick him up, the three men are very unhappy - because the face gained by bragging is taken away from their own!

They wanted this "chess master" to lose so badly that now that they saw hope, they didn't even want to ask about the gossip and gathered around the chessboard.

"Well, well, I'll show you why I'm the chess master!" The bald old man swept away his previous humble look and said in a domineering voice.

five minutes later.

"Impossible!" The bald old man covered his heart, his face pale and lips blue as he murmured, "How could I lose? I was clearly in the lead five minutes ago!"

Although he looked like he was about to fall to the ground dying and urgently needed medical help, the old man's arms were thicker than Fujiwara Chika's legs, and he couldn't die in this way.

Seeing that "Qinglong" was defeated, Uncle Sanmao naturally took over as the leader and encouraged him: "My friend is really extraordinary! Here, this is the address of the beef offal shop you wanted, at..."

Having obtained the things, Xing Yuanhui did not plan to stay any longer. He stood up, patted his butt and said goodbye: "Then we will leave first. I wish you guys have fun."

After the uncles responded casually a few times, they gathered around the lost bald man - for them, nothing was more important than kicking someone when he was down.

Xing Yuanhui carried the bag and walked away with Fujiwara Chika. They could vaguely hear the old man repeating "How do you feel now? How do you feel?", and he looked very happy.

Fujiwara Chika looked back, squinted her eyes and said inexplicably: "...You are good at playing chess?"

She could vaguely sense what means Xing Yuanhui had used, but she really couldn't believe it.

Hearing this, Xing Yuanhui turned around and said without hesitation: "Of course not, but it's the 21st century, people need to have imagination."

It was a mobile phone, and he used the AI chess software on the phone.

Before this, Xing Yuanhui's mobile phone had always been placed on his thigh, which was noticed by Fujiwara Chika early on.

This was strange because she had never seen Xing Yuanhui place valuables on his lap so casually in the student union. It was not in line with his character.

While playing chess, Fujiwara Chika saw Xing Yuanhui secretly typing on his mobile phone. After turning on the screen, he kept tapping and swiping. If you compare the direction and angle of the movement of the pieces on the board with the direction and angle, you can find that they are generally consistent.

In addition, since he kept lowering his head from time to time, it was obvious what Xing Yuanhui was doing.

"How come you haven't been discovered?" Fujiwara Chika's eyes became sharp, and she exuded the aura of a messenger of justice. The movements of the puppy Pace also changed.