Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"Oh, and remember to pay the bill."

As Tsukasa Kadoya reached the door, he seemed to remember something, leaned back, and spoke to Ryouma.

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the coffee shop and disappeared into the crowd.

He was afraid that Luo Zhen would make him pay the bill.

Luo Zhen froze, looking down at the untouched coffee in front of him.

I glanced again at the coffee across from me, which had been completely drunk.

"Damn Decade!"

After a few seconds of silence, Luo Zhen finally spoke those words.

Meanwhile, Tsukasa Kadoya, who was strolling on the street, spotted a familiar figure.

"It's her."

Looking at Nozomi Tojo standing on the street, Tsukasa Kadoya smiled.

That's really interesting.

I didn't expect to run into him again so soon.

'It hurts so much............'

At this moment, Nozomi Tojo, standing on the street, began to regret her impulsive actions.

Originally, Teacher Wu Yacha was supposed to take her home after training.

But Nozomi Tojo was in a particularly bad mood today, so she wanted to go out and clear her head by herself.

They completely forgot about their physical condition.

After the initial enthusiasm wore off, Nozomi Tojo felt uncomfortable all over.

The green light turned on across the street, and Nozomi Tojo, dragging her heavy body, stepped onto the zebra crossing.

Feeling her body as heavy as if it were filled with lead, Nozomi Tojo pursed her lips tightly.

I feel wronged, I really feel wronged.

She knew very well that her own willfulness had led to the current situation.

It was her frantic training as a form of catharsis, and it was also her own way of rejecting Teacher Wu Yecha's kindness.

But I still feel wronged.

There is no reason for this grievance.

Sniffing, Nozomi Tojo wondered if she was about to cry.

If it were my old self, I probably would be squatting on the ground crying right now, waiting for comfort from friends or family.

But in fact, no.

All Nozomi Tojo wanted to do right now was cross the zebra crossing and then sit and rest in the small park next to it.

At times like this, Nozomi Tojo just wants to find a quiet place to be alone and think about things.

What are you thinking about?

She doesn't know it herself.

Maybe she's just thinking about what to eat tonight.

"Phew, I'm sitting down."

Sitting on a swing in the park, Nozomi Tojo kept rubbing her calves.

Looking up at the sky, Nozomi Tojo let out a long breath.

I seem to have been sighing and exhaling a lot lately.

Rest for a while and then hurry home. Don't worry your parents.

Just as Nozomi Tojo was lost in thought, a slightly hoarse voice rang out.

"Young lady, you seem quite lost."

Turning around, I saw a man wearing a monk's robe with an unusual hairstyle that looked like he had just had a fight with a barber standing not far behind me, smiling.

She also had a pink camera hanging around her neck.

Chapter 844, Section 865: Young people are so easy to fool.

Turning around, Tojo Nozomi stared blankly at the man in monk's robes behind her.

Although he was wearing monk's robes, this person showed absolutely no trace of the detachment and wisdom of a monk.

Instead, it has a carefree, playful attitude towards life.

And a kind of............

arrogant?

Frowning, Nozomi Tojo didn't quite understand why she felt this way.

Even though the person in front of her had a gentle smile on their face, Tojo Nozomi always felt that there was an indescribable arrogance or haughtiness in their bones.

"Hello."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Nozomi Tojo greeted the man.

Although this person was strange, Tojo Nozomi wasn't actually very worried.

With the Dragon Rider present, normal people can no longer pose any threat to her.

This is the confidence that strength brings.

If this had happened in the past, Nozomi Tojo would probably have been very wary.

Although this guy is wearing monk's robes, who knows if he's actually a monk?

Even monks aren't necessarily good people.

What is truly respectable is never a particular profession or identity.

Rather, it is those who work hard and dedicate themselves.

You seem very confused.

"Would you like me to calculate it for you?"

He raised his hand and made an awkward hand seal, trying his best to look like a wise and enlightened monk.

But to be honest, his demeanor only makes him look like a penniless fortune teller.

The title of "enlightened monk" is really not suitable for him.

"Well, I'm just an ordinary student, I don't have that much money."

Looking at Tsukasa Kadoya's 'mysterious' smile, Nozomi Tojo hesitated for a moment before speaking.

It's not that she doesn't believe in divination and fortune telling.

After all, they've seen so many things.

But if this person really had the ability to divine, the research institute should have discovered it long ago, right?

Tilting her head, Nozomi Tojo looked at Tsukasa Kadoya with a strange expression.

It is highly suspicious from any perspective.

"It's alright, my price is very cheap, only 500 yen."

"Wave your hand," Tsukasa Kadoya said casually.

After hesitating for a moment, Nozomi Tojo agreed to Tsukasa Kadoya's request to have her fortune told.

With his eyes closed and awkward hand seals made in a pretentious manner, Tsukasa Kadoya looked as if he were actually telling fortunes.

In fact, this guy doesn't know anything about fortune telling.

It's purely a lie to Tojo Nozomi.

"If I'm not mistaken, a few months ago you encountered something that was enough to change your destiny, or rather, an opportunity."

Opening his eyes, Tsukasa Kadoya smiled slightly.

"But while you gained opportunities, you also faced great troubles."

"This is also one of the reasons why you feel lost."

"And you must have encountered a major setback in the last few days."

"Am I right, young lady?"

With his lips pursed, Tsukasa Kadoya spoke in a slightly strange tone.

Is that right?

They are exactly the same!

Tojo Nozomi stared blankly at the 'monk' in front of her.

She had heard people say before that some people were particularly accurate at fortune telling.

They can be so accurate that they can tell you what you've been doing lately.

Although the person in front of her didn't describe it very precisely, it was enough to surprise Nozomi Tojo.

"Could you help me figure out what I should do next?"

Sitting up straight, Nozomi Tojo stared intently at Tsukasa Kadoya and asked.

She was very curious about what kind of response Tsukasa Kadoya would give her.

Should we encourage her to persevere, or tell her to give up?

Although it wouldn't really affect her, she was still prepared to listen carefully.

Whether those gods and Buddhas actually exist or not is another matter.

But those truly enlightened monks all possess great wisdom.

Although the man in front of her did not look like a traditional, enlightened monk, Nozomi Tojo felt she needed to listen to his performance just now.

"You already have the answer in your heart, why ask me?"

Despite Tojo Nozomi's question, Kadoya Tsukasa maintained his enigmatic smile.

It looks like an answer, but it doesn't actually say anything.

After lowering her head and thinking for a moment, Nozomi Tojo raised her head, nodded, and said:

"I see."

What do you know?

With that smile still on his face, Tsukasa Kadoya thought to himself.

He accepted the 500 yen handed to him by Nozomi Tojo and readily accepted her thanks.

Watching Nozomi Tojo's departing figure from afar, Tsukasa Kadoya chuckled.

"Young people are so easy to fool."

Throughout the entire process, Tsukasa Kadoya never gave Nozomi Tojo any truly useful advice.

But he managed to swindle 500 yen using this monk's robe that he had worn a long time ago.

"It's quite interesting."

Looking at the 'reward' in his hand, Tsukasa Kadoya grinned.

First, he beat up his juniors like a knight, and then he guided and enlightened them like a wise man.

It seems quite interesting.

It's decided, from now on, if there are any confused juniors like this, we'll play it this way (crossed out).

That's how I instructed him.

Back home, Nozomi Tojo casually replied to her parents, tossed her schoolbag aside, and then sprawled out on her bed without any regard for her image.