My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 On Wednesday, under the premise that Fujiwara Stars asked to be discharged from the hospital.

　　 In the end, he stayed on the hospital bed.

　　 Niijima is really hateful, and it's not that she was injured, so why should she make the decision!

　　 I sent a message to Miss Seagull early in the morning, asking Miss Seagull to help tell Ishigami and Saito, so that they don't have to worry, they are in good health, and they can be discharged soon.

　　 then sent another message to Shinkawa Yui Ai asking for leave.

　　 After sending the message, I lay on the bed and thought about it. I felt that I was so sorry for the teacher's concern.

　　 So cheekyly asked the sister-in-law to run back to school to take the textbooks to the hospital, and set up a small table on the hospital bed to start self-study.

　　 Of course, in order to show that I was really injured and really working hard, this picture was taken and sent to Mr. Xinchuan’s Line account.

　　 Shinkawa Yui Ai returned with a heart-warming expression. Fujiwara Starry sky clutched his belly and laughed on the bed for a long time, so that Niijima once thought that it was not his chest but his brain that had hurt him.

　　 I had a bento made by my sister-in-law for lunch.

　　 Fujiwara Stars has only one comment.

　　 Are you a female upper body?

　　 Xinjima gritted his teeth and said, "I love to eat or not!"

Fine.

　　 Fujiwara Xingkong finally understands why the old woman’s house is as messy as a doghouse. With such a housework idiot sister, she is away from home all day. Where can she be neat?

　　 Lie down from morning to afternoon, but the whole person feels even more tired.

　　 As the evening approaches, the sky is clear.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky was doing radio gymnastics next to the bed, and he looked up at the other side of the sky that was cut into a thin strip by the blinds.

　　 The clouds in the sky flashed golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

　　 Where will the clouds you see today float to tomorrow?

　　 If you follow the current direction, you will float to Okinawa... Well, I wish I became a cloud. Chubby, grotesque, carefree.

　　 "Little Zhen, let's go to the rooftop to watch the sunset."

　　 "I'm older than you, please don't call me Xiaozhen!"

　　 "Okay Xiaozhen, let's go to the rooftop to watch the sunset."

　　 Shinshimama: "……"

　　 Coming to the roof of the hospital, Fujiwara Star walked to the edge of the roof and looked up at the sky.

　　 The crow passed overhead, and patches of clouds moved slowly to the west. The sky to the west was like a thin, light-permeable frog fillet, showing a nearly transparent orange-red color. The farther the sky is from the sun, the color becomes closer to grape purple.

　　 It won’t take long for the sun to completely set down on the horizon, and the entire sky will become a large navy blue disk.

　　 stood quietly for a long time.

　　 Shinjima has also been two meters behind him, silently accompanying him.

　　 The sky is already dark, only the clouds moving with the wind reflect the red aftertaste of the setting sun.

　　 looked sideways at the west horizon with a glimmer of light. On her left hand, the town below can be seen unobstructed. The afterglow of her sight passed through the residential buildings, but she still couldn't see the distant coastline.

　　 "Xiaozhen." Fujiwara Hoshizora turned his head back with a smile, and said entangledly: "One thing has bothered me for a long time."

　　 frowned slightly, as if thinking about some difficult problem.

　　 Junxiu's eyebrows are still childish, as if they are also paving the way for what he is going to say next.

　　 "What is it?" Niijima asked in a hot voice.

　　 The wind blew by, blowing her hair and clothes, swaying her heart. Her ears were filled with the sound of "whoop" brought by the wind, and her heart echoed with this sound, and she began to plop and jump straight.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky shouted with all his strength, "Why can't I become a Kamen Rider when I'm sixteen years old!!!"

　　 The sun hasn't completely set in the west, and Yu Guang dyes the thin figure of the young man on the edge of the rooftop into a complicated purple.

　　 The evening breeze was blowing, and it was crumbling.

　　 Niijima really feels like crying, this feeling is so strong, so sudden, it makes people unable to adapt.

　　 I hate it, why should I cry for such a naive man.

　　 She concealedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, forced her emotions back, and cursed: "Even the locomotive has to rub against me, why are you a Kamen Rider?"

　　 "Damn it!" Fujiwara Hoshizora rubbed his nose and smiled heartlessly. "It's all because I can't get rich when I sleep, otherwise I would have had so much hardship."

　　 The horizon was slowly sinking, and the sky started from above, with bluer, sparse stars gleaming, and the temperature felt by the skin dropped slightly.

　　 Shinjima suddenly realized that this person will be a very important existence for himself in the future.

　　 She couldn't help but think of her sister, the size of her eyes, the pattern of the pupils, the shape of the eyebrows, the height of the nose tip, the gloss of the lips, the height, the quality of the hair, the size of the breasts, and so on.

　　 How far is it from your sister?

　　 She stared at herself in her heart as if she was checking her parts one by one.

　　 With this thought, my mood deteriorated.

　　 I'm just a fool!

　　 In the last glimmer of the sunset, the girl cursed in her heart.

　　 The next day, under the strong desire of Fujiwara Star to be discharged from the hospital.

　　 He lay on the hospital bed for another day.

　　 Why am I not the protagonist of Invincible Man! ! !

　　 But now, he seems to be unable to do anything except curse the author in his heart.

　　唔...It is still possible to do something.

　　 For example, I did ten backflips in the hallway in a row to express to Niijima Ma that his body has fully recovered and he can now be discharged from the hospital.

　　 And Niijima's response measures are very simple and effective.

　　 She turned on the phone, dialed her sister's number directly, and then handed it to Fujiwara Star's ear.

　　 "Moses Moses..."

　　 "Is Fujiwara making trouble again?"

　　 "Do you want me to pass now?"

　　 With this windy look of Rory, Fujiwara Star shivered directly, and he hurriedly said: "No, I'm very good."

　　 Hanged up before the old woman took the call.

　　 glared at the sister-in-law with extremely angry eyes, and after expressing his dissatisfaction, obediently lay back on the hospital bed.

　　……

　　 I don’t know if the effect of ten backflips in a row has been achieved. On Friday, the Fujiwara Starry sky was able to return to school.

　　Private Beichuan High School is as lively as usual.

　　 Tracks, football fields, baseball fields, basketball courts, morning exercise staff’s slogans, the coach’s loud reprimands, everyone sweats profusely.

　　 A metal bat hit a baseball, a basketball hit the backboard, and a football hit the goal frame. With the sound of the clear sky, www.wuxiahere.com, the signal that spring is about to pass can already be felt.

　　 In front of the teaching building, under the flying cherry blossom petals, members of the wind club lined up in three rows, taking advantage of their free time before class, trying to practice for the national competition.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky walked past, just in time to hear them start to play a new song.

　　 listened for a while, it turned out to be "Cruel Angel's Action Program".

　　 I like a song very much, so he hummed it.

　　[思い出を里切るなら]

　　 If you betray your memories

　　[この宇宙を抱いて辉く]

　　 embrace the universe and shine

　　[少年よ传说になれ]

　　 Boy, turn into a myth

　　 The brisk melody, the slowly accelerating rhythm, the clarinet and brass are suddenly added, and the scale of the music becomes magnificent in one breath.

　　 After one piece is played, while resting.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky thought, suddenly came to these three rows of people.

　　 "Everyone, listen to me."

　　 is full of magical colors, pleasant and fascinating smile, blooming in the morning light of spring.

　　 Everyone looked at him in surprise. Especially the girls in sailor suits, their eyes shone like diamonds.

　　 Fujiwara Starry Sky took a deep breath, put his hands on his lips and made a trumpet: "Asuka is my wife!"

　　 Time seemed to pause for two seconds, and then a deafening boo erupted in front of him.

　　 "What's so good about Asuka, Ling Boli is number one in the world!"

　　 "I love Katsuragi Misato!"

　　 "Sixun is the official match, women go!"

　　 The flute club, which had been working hard to practice for the national competition, became a mess, but the instigator, Hoshizora Fujiwara, snickered all the way back to the classroom.