Stewed strawberries with rock sugar

After handing in the materials and taking the time to take a test, Tang Bing successfully became a freshman, majoring in liberal arts.

As a liberal arts department where yin prevails and yang declines, Tang Bing is warmly welcomed by all kinds of beauties in his class, and he is under a lot of pressure.Faced with a guy who wants to bend you, even if the other person is a beauty, it’s hard to bear, especially these guys often gang up on him as a monster, which makes it very painful for a guy who pretends to be a straight guy .

The market in Japan is indeed different from that of Japan. It is unscientific that the issue of sexual orientation can be harmonized so easily!

Lamenting that this world is unreal, Tang Bing escaped the pursuit of all the beauties neatly, and became a member of the home after school club without being dragged away to fellowship with the science department.

When I got off the tram and returned to the empty seat, I suddenly felt that something was wrong with this place, it was so wrong, why did I feel that this place was full of eerie things?

At this time, the sun was setting and it was the time of the devil, Tang Bing only felt a gust of wind passing by, and the electric pole not far away was tilted 90 degrees with a bang, but the strange thing was that he was the only living creature in this place for hundreds of miles. , too weird!

The destruction continued, and this time it was the wall opposite the utility pole that was broken. Tang Bing stared dumbfounded at the supernatural event in front of him, as if two monsters he couldn't see were fighting.

Gusts of wind lifted Tang Feng's long bangs that almost covered his slender eyebrows, and the rolled up wind and sand blurred his eyes, and he couldn't help moistening and blurring his vision... I really want to rub it with my hands!How can it be repaired, where are the tissues?

Banmi was flipping through the tissues in the bag with his eyes focused, and the eyes that got in the sand automatically secreted tears, trying to flush out the uninvited foreign matter. , a black figure gradually appeared in the blurred field of vision, with orange hair in a kimono, his face could not be seen clearly, and he was holding a kitchen knife that was as tall as a person... Is this guy a murderer who escaped from somewhere?

After reaching for a tissue, I finally removed the foreign object in my eyes. When I looked up, there was no black shadow of orange-haired kimono, not even a ghost image. Could it be that my eyesight is failing?Gotta wear glasses! ?

Forget it, let's go home first, there are a lot of weird things today, so it's not suitable to go out.

Just after walking a few steps, an octopus-headed girl wearing a high school skirt and a boy with bright orange short hair also wearing a school uniform rushed out from the opposite alley. Isn't this the little strawberry from the Kurosaki family? ?

His eyes lit up, Tang Bing squatted in front of Little Strawberry who had been punched by the octopus girl, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.However, as soon as he touched the familiar face with peaceful brows and eyes that did not show any ferocity, the words he wanted to utter were cut off, and finally he just asked dryly, "Excuse me, are you Kurosaki Ichigo's brother?"

Like, it's so similar, if it wasn't for the wrong expression and the strangeness revealed by the other party looking at him, he would have thought that this guy and Little Strawberry were the same person.

"This... that... this..." The boy who looked exactly like Little Strawberry faltered, acting suspiciously.

Using his strength to pull him up and pat his dusty school uniform, Tang Bing smiled politely, "Do you want me to take you home?"

"That, no..." The boy in front of him who looked exactly like Little Strawberry seemed a little embarrassed, before he finished his refusal, his face suddenly changed, he threw the person in front of him down and rolled around a few times, "Dangerous! !!"

With a bang, the place where they were originally standing was recessed. Tang Bing had just recovered from the dizziness, and immediately found that the boy protecting him seemed... not breathing...

How could it be that he died again! ? ...Wait, why did he say Youzi?

Around the corner, another boy in strange white clothes ran out quickly, wearing glasses, and making strange movements of drawing a bow and shooting arrows with his hands in the void.As if something had been resolved, the bespectacled boy glanced over coldly, left without saying, "Hurry up and go home, don't stay outside."

It's really hard to get along with teenagers nowadays... Tang Bing sighed, and helped up the teenager who was medically considered a corpse on his body, and took a step forward, only to step on a green candy.

I don't know who littered the garbage. Tang Bing wrapped the candy in a paper towel and threw it into the trash can. Then he helped the orange-haired boy to the side of the park and touched the carotid artery. Sure enough, there was no heartbeat.

Put the boy's body flat on the chair and lie down. Tang Bing, who also sat down, accurately touched the orange-haired boy's heart. Out of an intuition that he couldn't understand, he didn't call the police or call an ambulance. Instead, wait patiently.

In a haze, Tang Bing fell asleep, dreaming that he met his mother who was in poor health for the last time, and he also quietly felt his mother's heartbeat slowly slow down until it disappeared.

"Wow——" Tang Bing woke up instantly with a miserable howl, and the orange-haired boy lying next to him retreated like an electric shock, only to scream when he fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Tang Bing quickly helped him up, touched the frowning face, and froze for a moment, then he was frightened by the blood stains that appeared on his body somehow, obviously there were no wounds on his body before, and ...

With one hand, he pressed the orange-haired boy on the seat, and with the other hand, he probed the carotid artery. There was a strong beating, and even his body turned from slightly cold to warm—he was sure that this body had indeed not breathed before , if it's not that he has a problem, then this boy is the one who is abnormal.

Exhaling a long breath, Tang Bing curled his lips. He thought he was a sick and bad boy before, but he didn't expect it to be a ghost, so it's not easy to chase!

"Wow, what are you doing!" The orange-haired boy leaned back while clutching his neck, his ears blushing.

Tang Bing stroked his head reassuringly. The short bright orange hair felt better than he had imagined, and he smiled innocently, "Ahem, just now I thought your heartbeat was gone, but it turned out to be an illusion. .”

"Really? It's just a delusion." The orange-haired boy who was very uncomfortable and wanted to knock off the hand on his head was stunned. He laughed, his expression was very unnatural, he seemed to seldom lie, he was really a good boy.

The street lights flickered a few times and turned on, and night officially fell. Tang Bing and the belly of the orange-haired boy sang "Empty City Strategies" at the same time.Facing Tang Bing's playful smile, the orange-haired boy felt embarrassed no matter what he did.

"There's a fast food restaurant in front, I'll treat you to something to eat, and then go home early?" Tang Bing made an arrangement in an inquiring manner, and there was absolutely no room for people to refuse.

"No need, I have..." The orange-haired boy reached into his trouser pocket and stiffened instantly.

"Do you have any money with you?" Tang Bing shook his head, "If you don't like my treat, then I will lend you the money, and you can pay it back whenever you want."

"Thank you." The orange-haired boy thanked him politely.

"My house is not far from Huading Road. I'm the only one in the house. If you come to see me but I'm not here, just leave your things at the door." Tang Bing pointed to the opposite side of the street, "By the way, I forgot to tell you my name, my name is Tang Bing, I just moved to Japan from China, please give me your advice, little strawberry."

Before, the orange-haired boy was listening carefully, nodding from time to time, but when he heard the last address, he felt that something was wrong, and he immediately yelled, "Who is Strawberry! I am Ichigo, Kurosaki Ichigo!"

The orange-haired boy's cheeks were puffed up, like a rabbit with fried fur, without any lethality, and quite cute, so Tang Bing's black eyes deepened unconsciously, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not be calmed down.