Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Whether in Tokyo or Sapporo, the night is quite lively.

Unlike Bulk Province, there is no nightlife.

Kitahara Takashi took the escalator downstairs and walked out. The automatic door opened and cold air poured out.

Kitahara Takashi tightened the collar of his coat. Although he was not afraid of the cold, the cold wind blowing into his body still made him feel uncomfortable.

The bright neon signs illuminate the way home.

Kitahara Takashi was walking slowly on the street. When he was about to leave the bustling city center, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Kitahara?"

Kitahara Takashi glanced away.

I found that the group opposite was three men and three women.

It looks like the social gathering just ended.

The girl who called out to Kitahara Takashi was wearing a scarlet jacket, a gray plaid skirt, and black socks.

Kitahara Takashi just can't understand the girls from the island country. They still expose their legs in such cold weather in Hokkaido. Are they really not afraid of getting cold legs?

Just add some silk.

Otherwise it would be a waste of this leg.

Kitahara Tsutomu's eyes swept across the girl's legs.

When he looks at people, he likes to look at their legs first.

People with ugly legs have no desire to communicate.

Then he looked at the other person's face

She has a cute face, brown hair that's a shade closer to black, and narrow eyes. Her nose is beautifully lined, but the tip is rounded. Her appearance falls somewhere between "beautiful" and "cute."

[Ding, detecting the target.]

[Target: Sayu Ogihara]

[Age: 16 years old]

【Intelligence: 5】

【Charm: 8】

[Stamina: 4]

[From: Shaving. Then I picked up a high school girl]

[Secret crush: Yoshida]

【No boyfriend, can date. 】

"grass!"

When Kitahara Tsutomu saw this name, he couldn't help but curse.

This system is really hungry.

Even shared bicycles are not spared.

Even Kitahara Takashi, who doesn't watch much anime, has heard of the girl in front of him.

Because he has a friend, the Dead Thorn Monkey.

I fell in love with the style at first sight, and then he became emo.

Name: Shaving. Then I picked up a high school girl x

Title: About me locking the shared bicycle, √.

Even if the Bull Demon King comes this time, we have to say: This is really awesome!

Please watch the Minotaur accompanied by the Bull Demon King.

In half a year, it took 193km to travel from Hokkaido to Tokyo, passing through the Tsugaru Strait and 20 cities. What kind of superman is this?

When Kitahara Tsutomu finished reading it, he had only one thought: 'This doesn't even transform the biochemical matrix?'

Ogiwara Sayu tilted her head in confusion: "?"

"It's nothing, you got the wrong person." Kitahara Tsutomu turned around and left without hesitation.

"You must be Kitahara."

After confirming the eye contact, Ogiwara Sayu was sure that the person in front of her was the boy who confessed to her in junior high school but was rejected, and then ran away to Tokyo sadly to become the future baseball star.

She ran forward quickly, grabbed Kitahara Tsutomu's shoulders and spoke in a firm tone.

"No."

Kitahara Takashi reacted by shaking off the other person's arm and running away with big strides.

"Sayu, did you recognize someone?" A girl came forward.

"Yeah, how could Kitahara Takashi appear here?" said a tall and strong boy who was obviously a sports player.

"She's a big star now, shouldn't she have bodyguards and an agent when she travels?"

"Oh, if I had known Kitahara would be so famous, I should have confessed to him on graduation day."

"Who would have thought that the guy who used to have hair like a girl that almost covered his eyes, whose features were hard to see, who sat in his seat all day, never leaving except to go to the bathroom, and who exuded a dark aura, would become a big star?"

"Honestly, if the media hadn't dug up Beiyuan's story, I wouldn't have thought they were the same person. They've changed so much."

"Don't even mention you. I can't figure it out either. Not to mention his appearance. I never saw what he looked like during those years in junior high school. But can a person's personality change so easily?"

"That's probably the charm of Tokyo. When you go to a big city to study, your personality will definitely change a bit."

When Ogiwara Sayu was in junior high school, her classmates were talking about her.

"Tokyo......"

A strange light flashed in Ogiwara Sayu's eyes.

"By the way, does anyone of you know where the Kitahara family is?" Ogihara Sayu suddenly thought of something and turned around to ask a few people.

“I remember, it seemed like…”

*

At the same time, er Mio (eight) is at Kitahara Takashi's house.

Katsura Kotonoha walked up the stairs and came to the room belonging to Kitahara Takashi.

Gently pushing open the door of the room where Kitahara Zun was, the smell of smoke and dust hit me in the face.

Gui Yanye can clearly see the dust flying in the light.

These odors are mainly caused by poor air circulation and humid environments.

Fortunately, Kitahara Takashi had been in Tokyo for less than a year, so there was no mold growth in the room.

Katsura Yanye stood at the door of the room for a while before walking in.

She turned on the light in the room and opened the window.

Coming here, Gui Yanye looked more carefully than below.

There is a lot of space and the bed is huge.

"Is this bed big enough for two people?"

Katsura Yanye looked down at the bed where Kitahara Tsuyoshi had slept for more than ten years, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.

"Katsura Kotonoha, what are you thinking about?"

Gui Yanye patted her face, trying to get rid of the lustful thoughts from her mind.

Maybe it was because she had been with Kitahara Takashi for too long, Katsura Yanye found that she always seemed to be thinking about, or rather expecting something to happen with Kitahara Takashi.

Katsura Yanye forced her eyes away from the bed and turned her head to look elsewhere.

Next to the bed is a desk and a bookshelf against the corner of the wall.

The bookshelf seemed to be handmade, and as far as the eye could see, it was filled with textbooks, exercise books and notebooks.

Gui Yanye read it carefully and found that apart from the textbooks, there were some reading materials such as "How the Steel Was Tempered", "Treasure Island" and "Robinson Crusoe".

It can be seen that Kitahara Takashi has developed the habit of reading since he was a child.

There is a window in front of the desk where you can look out.

Katsura Kotonoha slid her fingers across the books on Kitahara Takashi's bookshelf, then closed her eyes and began to imagine Kitahara Takashi when he was in elementary school.

A little boy with delicate looks was sitting at the desk reading a literary book.

Imagine Kitahara Takashi in junior high school.

A serious teenager would sit at the table in the middle of the night, immersed in a sea of ​​questions, doing them over and over again.

Through the warm spring, hot summer, autumn days, and winter nights, one year, two years, he slowly grew up in this ordinary room and became an outstanding person. Then he calmly handled his parents' funeral alone, left here, and set off to the unfamiliar Tokyo to start his study journey.

He appeared in front of him when he was in the most danger, stood in the light and stretched out his hand to him, and finally stepped onto the Hanshin Koshien Stadium, reaching the top and being crowned the champion amid the cheers of tens of thousands of people.

And this room is Kitahara Takashi's starting point.

Where the legend begins.

Thinking of this, Gui Yanye couldn't help but smile.

Katsura Yanye gently opened Kitahara Takashi's drawer, and a photo frame was hidden in the drawer with his hand.

"This should be a photo of Zun with his aunt and uncle." Katsura thought.

Although Kitahara Tsuyoshi allowed her to move around freely, she only went to the living room and Kitahara Tsuyoshi's room.

Gui Yanye had never opened the door of his parents' room.

Because she felt she wasn't good enough.

In her mind, she would have to wait until she became Kitahara Takashi's wife before she would be qualified to open that room.

Because Kitahara Takashi collected all the photos of his "parents", Katsura Kotonoha had never seen her parents.

Now, when she found a family photo that Kitahara Takashi had not put away, Katsura Kotonoha happily turned the photo frame over, but soon the smile on her face froze.

Because Katsura Yanye discovered that the photo frame did not contain a photo of him and his parents, but a photo of him and a cute girl with brown hair.

And it looks like this should be a group photo, specially cut and put together.

Gui Yanye's eyes began to become dark again.

If you turn off the lights in the room at this time, it looks like a female ghost.

*

"I am back!"

Kitahara Takashi practically ran all the way home.

When he got home, the first thing he did was wash his hands.

I just touched her through the clothes, hoping that she would pass away.

"Respect."

"What's wrong, you, you, what are you doing! Calm down." When Kitahara Tsuyoshi turned around, he found that Katsura Yanye appeared behind Kitahara Tsuyoshi like a ghost, holding a fruit knife in her hand.

Kitahara Tsutomu was so frightened that he jumped directly onto the sink.

"Eat fruit?"

Katsura Yanye hid her other hand behind her back and took out a plate of sliced ​​apples.

"No," Kitahara Takashi was about to refuse, but staring at Katsura Kotonoha's dark, indifferent and ruthless eyes, his scumbag radar told him that it would be best not to anger the woman in front of him. He smiled and said, "Kotonoha, you still understand me. How did you know I wanted to eat fruit now?"

"Because I like you, I will remember all your preferences." When Gui Yanye said these love words, her eyes were staring straight at Kitahara Tsutomu without blinking, looking very scary.

After listening to this, Kitahara Tsutomu felt his body go cold, as if he had died and entered a coffin.

"Come, I'll feed you."

The fruit knife turned over a circle and a half in front of Gui Yanye, and she changed to holding the knife with her backhand, stabbing the fruit knife into the fruit flesh as if she wanted to cut someone open.

The flying juice splashed all over Kitahara Tsutomu's face.