This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Hey hey... poor sister, poor sister... hey hey..."

Bei Chuan Eri threw poor Nishi Kujo into the sky, while reaching out to catch it, and she also let out a smirk while catching it, so that Bei Chuan Temple couldn't help but glance at her.

Bei Chuan Eri has a big heart, and she is not afraid when she finds out that she has a good sister, and even plays with Xi Kujo.

So even if Beichuan Temple wanted to say something, it still didn't say a word in the end.

Poor had a good time playing, she threw herself on Beichuan Eri, and Beichuan Eri was also happy that she had a younger sister.

This is also very good.

He took out his mobile phone and opened his homepage of Urban Ghost Talk.

The photos of him going to Yuchuan Elementary School have been uploaded, and below are some 'bloggers are amazing', 'where are you going this time? ’ ‘The blood on the door is a prop, right? How bright is human blood? ’ comments like that.

Ignoring these comments, Beichuan Temple browsed the private mailbox according to his usual pace.

After skipping all the private messages that were maliciously cursing, purely luck, and nothing sent, Beichuan Temple saw the content of the spooky talk that he most wanted to see.

There are a total of three private messages about the content of the ghost talk.

‘A 100-meter-high shadow appears in Tokyo. '

Beichuan Temple raised his eyebrows and skipped this one.

What is the concept of a 100-meter shadow? What kind of wraith is that? Come out and still not lose life? This is obviously the content of a scam, so Beichuan Temple doesn't want to pay attention at all.

'The legend of the Gap Girl. '

"Isn't this a strange story that has been circulated a long time ago?" Beichuan Temple shook his head and ignored it.

In the past two months, he has often been haunting the streets and alleys at night, but he has not met any rip girls. From this point of view, the authenticity of this legend is also doubtful.

Two of the three have been erased now, Beichuan Temple looked at the line at the bottom of the phone.

'The resentment of the female students, the ghosts that linger in the old school to this day! '

This line of characters seemed quite powerful, which attracted Beichuan Temple to look down.

'It is said that one night in an old school building in Tokyo, a campus security guard heard the wailing of female students at night from the old campus. '

'At the same time there was a slap, slap, slap sound like rattan ... or something heavy falling to the ground. '

'This gloomy voice is intertwined with the wailing of female students... I heard that after that, the campus security guard became seriously ill and finally died. '

"From now on, as long as you hear the wailing of female students in the old school building, you will be haunted by vengeful spirits and die—"

The words disappeared with dashes, and Beichuan Temple looked at the key words 'old campus', 'rattan', 'wailing of female students' thoughtfully, and finally touched his chin.

"Um..."

"ah..."

"Hmm... let's go upstairs and see how Kagura Rin is doing."

Beichuan Temple put down the phone, shook his head and didn't bother to say anything.

Instead of caring about this, it's better to go upstairs to see Kagura Bell.

Asamiya Eiji's soul trapped in the Kagura bell has recently had some movements. If she has really awakened, Beichuan Temple would like to ask her about other things.

Beichuan Temple entered his room, looking at the bookshelves that were slowly being filled, he felt a little relieved.

Most of the documents brought out from Shenzhu Village, Yu Kinoshita's audio tapes, the roster of Sucha High School, etc.

This can be regarded as another type of collecting hobby.

He picked up the Kagura bell that was lying horizontally, and looked at the colorful halo above, his eyes were also unknowingly flickering with death.

Sure enough, from the deadpan perspective, a girl in a white kimono appeared with moles hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Asamiya Eternal.

The girl who had helped him a lot in Shenzhu Village didn't seem to be waking up yet.

but--

Kitagawa Temple silently grasped the handle of the Kagura bell.

There was a burst of intimacy coming from the handle, and the crisp sound of jingle jingle sounded, as if the Kagura bell was faintly happy.

"It seems that absorbing resentment can shorten Miss Asamiya's recovery time."

At the beginning, Kagura Bell didn't have this kind of abnormal movement. After Beichuan Temple went to solve the incident of suturing the Wraith and Michuan Elementary School, Kagura Bell gradually seemed to recover.

Kitagawa Temple put the Kagura bell back on the bracket, temporarily giving up hope of communicating with Asamiya Eternal.

It seems that the other party will sleep for a while.

Although Beichuan Temple really wants to help her wake up and make her the next tool...companion who can help her, but at present it is impossible to do so.

After all, the most popular strange stories in Tokyo were either scams or had already been solved by Beichuan Temple, which also made Beichuan Temple fall into unemployment.

"Let's live in peace for a while now."

Beichuan Temple secretly made up his mind.

 …

The next day, Beichuan Temple and Beichuan Eri went to Jingbei High School.

Along the way, Beichuan Eri asked Beichuan Temple a lot about things in high school.

Probably about making friends and introducing yourself.

"Then Temple Brother! I'm leaving!" Ignoring the astonished gazes of the surrounding students, Beichuan Eri waved at Beichuan Temple, and then disappeared across the corridor on the first floor.

Seeing that she was so motivated, Beichuan Temple felt relieved.

Once entering Jingbei, it is equivalent to entering his territory. Basically, no one would dare to bully Beichuan Eri.

I also hope that Eri can have good high school memories in Jingbei High School.

Beichuan Temple stopped in place for a while and then wanted to go upstairs.

But at the moment when he turned around, a voice behind him caught up:

"Bei, students Beichuan!"

"Asamiya-san."

Who else could this hurriedly rushing figure be Hitomi Asamiya.

After half a spring break, her originally pale face was slightly rosy.

And the bangs that have been covering the right eye are fixed on the other side with a cute cherry blossom hairpin. A pair of big eyes with ethereal inspiration are shining, attracting the attention of many people around.

As Beichuan Temple said before, Hitomi Asamiya is not ugly, but he lacks self-confidence, and his complexion is too pale, giving people a sense of gloom.

Now that her hair is brushed up, Hitomi Asamiya, whose eyes are exposed, is undoubtedly much more sunny, and the pink face makes people unable to take their eyes off.

"Bei, Beichuan students... I'm like this... Isn't it strange?"

Sensing that Beichuan Temple was looking at her, Hitomi Asamiya's tone was hesitant, and gradually became an 'ostrich' again.

"Hmm..." Asamiya Hitomi wanted to cry, her voice stammered: "I, I'm sure...it doesn't look good. Many people looked at me so strangely along the way...I should have known I shouldn't ask my mother for 700,000 yuan to buy new clothes..."

It was also the first time that she made up her mind to change her image, so it was the first time she asked her mother to ask for money.

And her mother, Asamiya, was overjoyed when her daughter asked her for money to dress up for the first time, and gave her a bank card.

It said it was a bank card of 700,000 yen, but it was not the case, but Hitomi Asamiya only used 700,000 yen.

"...????" Beichuan Temple was still looking at the new image of Hitomi Asamiya, but when he heard the last half of the sentence, his eyes moved.

Asked for 700,000 to buy clothes?

What kind of clothes do you usually wear? And don't you have to wear uniforms in school? Why do you buy such expensive clothes?

Seeing that Asamiya Hitomi was getting more and more embarrassed, Beichuan Temple put aside the distracting thoughts about "money" in his heart and said, "It's not surprising, it suits you quite well."

"Yes, is that so? Hehehe..." Hitomi Asamiya still laughed foolishly when she heard that Beichuan Temple's cross-border was not considered a compliment.

But when she smiles, she matches her big empty and inspirational eyes, which not only does not make people feel silly, but also has an indescribable sense of innocence.

Rich woman's smile.

This thought flashed through Beichuan Temple's mind.

The two walked and chatted.

Beichuan Temple turned his head and said, "Student Asamiya, how are you doing?"

"Is it about inspiration?" Hitomi Asamiya scratched her hair and said in an uncertain tone: "I think there should be no problem, because I haven't seen it much recently, and I feel that I rarely see it in real life. Those things are the same as what Beichuan student said."

Beichuan Temple once told her that she doesn't need to pay special attention to those things, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to contact her.

Hitomi Asamiya was skeptical at first, but as time passed, Hitomi Asamiya discovered that Beichuan Temple was actually quite right.

As long as she doesn't take the initiative to contact them, she won't be able to see those hideous wraiths.

Beichuan Temple said briefly: "That's good."

Seeing him like this, Hitomi Asamiya shifted her eyes and said in a bumpy tone, "Bei, Beichuan, although we are not in the same class this semester, I still hope you can take care of me!"

She bowed vigorously to Beichuan Temple: "Well—it doesn't matter if it's a reward or anything else, I hope that Beichuan classmate won't dislike me for holding you back."

remuneration?

Beichuan Temple didn't show any expression on his face, he replied flatly:

"Well, Miss Asamiya, please take care of me."

call--

Hitomi Asamiya let out a sigh of relief.

Originally, the uneasy feeling that Beichuan Temple was not in the same class was diluted by the other party's words.

After thanking her again and again, she left with a flushed face.

And just after Hitomi Asamiya left, Beichuan Temple looked towards the corner of the stairs, and his voice didn't change much: "Kamiya, come out."

The air was only quiet for a moment, and Shengu Mirai's slightly curious voice sounded: "Temple Lord, how did you do it? I think my eavesdropping this time is considered perfect."

She walked out from the corner and came to Beichuan Temple with her purse, and raised her head confidently: "I'm curious!"

After finishing speaking, Kamiya Mirai did not wait for Beichuan Temple to respond, and a strange smile appeared on Qiao's face: "This is the first time this year's school starts—the little girl will also ask Temple Lord to take care of her in the future!"

Beichuan Temple glanced sideways at Gu Future, without answering, and walked forward: "Let's go, it should be time to draw a seat."

Kamiya blinked his big eyes in the future, inseparable, obediently following behind him.

Now the students of Jingbei High School are no longer surprised to see Kamiya Mirai taking the initiative to follow Beichuan Temple. They all think that such a cute girl Kamiya Mirai has been coerced by Beichuan Temple and has to follow behind him.

But as the party involved, Kamiya Mirai scoffed at their ideas!

You guys don't understand the goodness of the temple master!

 …

Picking a seat is something that every student who has just entered the second grade is looking forward to. After all, this is a brand new class, new classmates, and a new encounter——

But it was not the case for Yui Mizuki.

She looked at the expressionless Beichuan Temple sitting next to her with a pale face, and swallowed hard.

Mizuki only felt that he was about to cry.

Why can't I get away from this big devil even if I take a seat? What is going on?

As a person who was severely taught by Beichuan Temple, she will never forget the other party's ruthless action of not treating her as a girl until she dies.

Although she committed the death herself, Beichuan Temple's attack was too severe.

The seat that Beichuan Temple drew was the fourth seat in the fourth row, and the seat she drew was the fourth seat in the third row.

Beichuan Temple just reached out to beat her up.

Just when she felt faintly hopeless, and was even ready to drop out of school, a smiling voice sounded beside her:

"I said classmate, do you want to change seats with me?"

Why?

Mizuki stared wide-eyed, looking at the girl standing beside him holding a paper sign.

"God, Kamiya-san...?" Yui Mizuki stammered.

In fact, she has always had a bad sense of Kamiya Mirai, thinking that Kamiya Mirai is simply pretending to be cute to attract boys' attention.

When the other party spoke at this moment, she actually——

none! Law! refuse! Absolutely!

She jumped up and quickly snatched the paper lottery from Shen Gu Future's hand, wishing she could hug him and kiss him a few times.

Mirai Kamiya is really an angel.

"Thank you, thank you very much! Thank you very much! Kamiya-san! Thank you for saving me. Huh, huh——" Mizuki cried out hopelessly. After receiving the paper lottery given to him by Kamiya Mirai, the expression on his face was as if he had caught a life-saving straw.

"Uh...?" Kamiya Mirai couldn't help touching his head, wondering if Mizuki Yui had a problem with his brain.

After sending Mizuki Yui to her seat, Kamiya Mirai saw him covering his head and crying on the desk, his mouth twitched.

I thought that the matter of changing seats might fail, but it turned out that Yui Mizuki was like a princess who escaped from the hands of the devil.

But that had nothing to do with her.

She sat beside Beichuan Temple happily, and even winked at him.

Beichuan Temple turned to her side with a blank expression, which seemed to reply her wink.

The rest of the class looked at Mirai Kamiya with a special admiration, as if they were admiring her behavior of feeding a tiger with her body.

The front table and the back table of Beichuan Temple were also settled down to the back, and there were two boys.

When the two boys saw themselves sitting in front of and behind Beichuan Temple, they couldn't help showing mournful faces.

The others looked at the two of them with relieved eyes.

I thought my sophomore life was pink, but now it seems that my high school is dead gray.

Sitting in front of the Great Demon King Beichuan who tore up people with his hands, isn't this...

The two looked at each other, speechless.

But no matter what, life in the second year of high school has begun.

Beichuan Temple's thoughts on this gradually became vivid.

'It will be the morning meeting later, maybe you can see Qianye Ying at the morning meeting. '

Pronounced as Nakajima (dǎo) 実 (shí) flower.

Thank you for the reward of 10,000 starting coins in Match 900, and thank you for the reward of 10,000 starting coins for Hey My Money! Thanks to Yin Yang·Long Xingtianxia, ​​please call me Fanzi, addicted to novels, and stars dreaming into the sea last night for their rewards.