The next day, Shiraishi Rika pushed open the door and saw Xia Zhi who was concentrating on reading a book. She was about to say hello, but then she thought of what happened last night, and the greeting turned into a "hum" and walked towards her quietly.
You can also sit in the seat and read a book.
Time passed minute by second, and many students came into the classroom one after another, greeting each other. After a male student named Qingfeng entered the classroom, he took his mobile phone and went to find Xia Zhi.
"Xia Zhijun, did you know there was a concert by Amamiya Jasmine last night?"
"Nonsense. Of course I went to the goddess's concert." There was no mention at all of Ryoko Yamamoto, who helped him buy tickets and led him to join the church, and Rika Shiraishi, who was traveling with him.
"What, you don't participate in idol activities?" Qingfeng was shocked.
"That's because I haven't truly realized the perfection of Goddess Jasmine!"
"Yes, yes, the perfect goddess!" Qingfeng nodded in agreement, and the two of them talked about the concert enthusiastically.
Shiraishi Rika was a little uncomfortable listening to the sidelines. As one of the people who experienced the power of brain-dead fans yesterday, listening to the people she cares about talked about others as if they were brainwashed. She was able to keep reading with an expressionless face. It was considered very good.
Worked hard.
Shiraishi Rika had to admit that she was very interested in Natsuki, but the other person didn't seem to have changed at all, and still tried hard to maintain a comfortable sense of distance, even though this distance seemed a little bit to the current Shiraishi Rika.
Get in the way.
"Good morning." Ryoko Yamamoto opened the door and walked in. She casually said hello to Natsuki who was chatting happily and then walked towards her seat. Natsuki also waved her hand and didn't care. There is no one better than the goddess Amamiya right now.
Something attracted him.
"Lihua, good morning."
"Good morning."
Ryoko Yamamoto hung her schoolbag on the side of the table, sat down facing Reika Shiraishi, and sighed.
"Did I do something really stupid?"
"What are you referring to?" Shiraishi Rika asked knowingly. Of course she knew what Yamamoto Ryoko was referring to, and judging from the consequences, she did feel that she had done something very troublesome. But she also knew that if it hadn't been for that night, she would probably be
It was another situation. So, she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Of course I mean that big idiot." Ryoko Yamamoto looked directly at Xia Zhi and sighed again.
"I didn't expect Xia Zhijun to hide it so deeply. He suddenly became a high-level brain-dead fan. Now he looks no different from being brainwashed."
"Well, having an idol you like is not necessarily a bad thing." Shiraishi Rika tried to comfort her, "There are many people who pursue idols who will work harder. In order to earn funds to participate in various activities
Kind of."
"You can really see clearly. He has basically been brainwashed. He is no longer a fan, but a mentally retarded fan. He and fans are two different creatures."
"It doesn't matter. Even if you are a crazy fan, it is impossible to have a relationship with your idol. Xia Zhijun will realize this fact one day, just like all, well... just like all dead otakus, they will understand one day
Their wives don't exist." Shiraishi Lihua blinked with a serious look on her face.
"...If your words are heard by others, their sorrow will flow back into the river." Ryoko Yamamoto, who was affected by the map cannon, covered her knees. She also has a Paper Man wife.
Ryoko Yamamoto decided not to continue this sad topic.
"Speaking of which, Lihua. How do you feel now? About Xia Zhijun."
Yamamoto Ryoko asked calmly.
"What...what happened!?"
"It's so obviously shaken." She blinked, "To be honest, were you a little tempted last night?"
Shiraishi Rika was silent for a while.
"When I think about last night... I just feel so angry that I want to tremble."
Yamamoto Ryoko also fell silent.
"...I have a bit too."
So, did the last sentence ruin the whole atmosphere? Xia Zhijun was afraid that she would be alone for the rest of her life. She turned her head and observed Xia Zhi.
"Xia Zhi, look! The photos I took in the front row yesterday!" Qingfeng pointed the phone screen toward Xia Zhi showing off.
Zhang was so dazzled by the stage lights that he couldn't see anything at all.
"Your photography skills are excellent." Xia Zhi praised, "If you become a reporter, you will definitely become the first reporter to starve to death and become famous throughout the ages."
Qingfeng's face turned dark.
"Is this a compliment?"
Xia Zhi didn't care, and carefully observed the goddess's beauty. As he looked at it, he always felt that he had seen this face somewhere. This familiar feeling probably did not come from posters or the like, but from
A person that I have actually seen.
But who is it? Is there anyone I know who looks very similar to Amemiya?
Xia Zhi had an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost. His extremely exaggerated expression even scared Qing Feng who was standing beside him.
"Xia Zhi, what's wrong with you? Are there any supernatural photos in this?"
As he spoke, he looked at the screen of his mobile phone.
Before Xia Zhi could do anything else, the class bell rang.
"Ah, this is going to happen. The first period is Shirai's class, and I haven't finished my homework yet!"
Qingfeng quickly walked to the seat in the row behind him, leaving Xia Zhi sitting there with a confused and fucked expression on his face.
After his heart stopped for two beats, Xia Zhi suddenly felt that there should be no such coincidence. Maybe it was just the same name. After all, this surname was not uncommon. And after looking at the little angel's address book that day, there was no one named Jasmine in it.
Human communication methods.
Besides, if her sister is a super popular idol, how could she have no friends? Almost everyone in this school should want to hug her thigh and ask for an autographed photo of her sister.
After the extreme excitement, his heart was replaced by disappointment, and it was so dull that Xia Zhi almost couldn't breathe.
Sure enough, great joy, great sorrow, great joy turning into great sorrow, great sorrow turning into great joy are all very harmful to the body. Xia Zhi found that he was still not calm enough, and he secretly warned himself that he must calm down in the future and be an excellent Chinese student.
In order to make fun of himself, Xia Zhi secretly took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the little angel.
[Riyo, I went to see Amamiya Jasmine’s concert yesterday, and I realized that I have the same last name as you.]
Xia Zhi saw that Teacher Shirai had entered the classroom and was about to start class. He put down his mobile phone and spread out his notebook to prepare for class.
The phone vibrated suddenly, and it was probably the little angel who had replied to him. Why is this child still playing with her phone in class? This is not okay. I need to advise her later.
Xia Zhi opened the phone and opened the text message.
"Fuck!"
Then he screamed out. It was so clear in this silent classroom that the students at the front and back desks even covered their hearts, looking like they were scared to death. Teacher Shirai held half of the chalk in his hand and turned to look at this
The obedient Chinese international student, as for the other part, has already fallen to the ground.
"Xia Zhi-san, what's the matter?"
Teacher Shirai asked.
"Ah? Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Xia Zhi stood up in a hurry and made a bow that was more standard than most Japanese.
Teacher Shirai looked at the abnormal Natsuki with a worried look on his face. He was not only worried about the student's health, but also worried about his behavior.
"Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"
"No need really. I'm sorry! There won't be a next time!"
Xia Zhi suppressed the excitement in her heart, and her facial expression became distorted. Teacher Shirai became more and more worried, but because of Xia Zhi's persistence, she could not say anything more and could only nodded.
"If you have any questions, you must tell the teacher, got it?"
Xia Zhi sat down and the class continued. However, Xia Zhi’s hand holding the mobile phone was shaking violently as he sat down, as if a person who owed millions in debt bought a lottery ticket and won a bonus of hundreds of millions.
He paid off his debts and instantly became a millionaire. If he didn't have some self-control, Xia Zhi would probably jump with joy.
What did Xia Zhi see? A text message from a little angel. What was it?
【Sister’s concert? I’m there too.】
What is this? What is this?
As a crazy fan, Xia Zhi certainly knows what this means.
It was as if the Templars who had been looking for the Apple of Eden for hundreds of thousands of years finally got their wish, as if the fireless embers had tied all the lazy King Kings back to their thrones, as if they were walking out of Dr. Oak's laboratory during Pokémon training.
I got all the Pokémon in an instant, everything was so dreamy!
Xia Zhi wished she could rush out of the classroom right now, find the little angel who had brought her great happiness, hug her thigh, and ask for her sister's autograph.
I was indeed a good person in my previous life, Xia Zhi thought happily.
Otherwise, how could such a good thing happen? The goddess’s autograph!
etc……
Xia Zhi frowned.
Why should we stick to autographs? Why can’t we take a group photo? Why can’t we shake hands? As if the door to a new world has opened, Xia Zhi’s thoughts are expanding infinitely.
Xia Zhi's mind was like a mess, and he couldn't hear anything. The sound of Teacher Shirai's lectures that occasionally reached his ears was like a stopwatch on a clock, ticking.
Time, time, why are you passing so slowly? Xia Zhi, who felt like he was about to explode with excitement, his heartbeat was extremely fast, and his face became flushed due to congestion...
Teacher Shirai, who had been paying attention to Xia Zhi, finally couldn't help it when he saw Xia Zhi's appearance.
"Xia Zhi-san, you'd better go to the infirmary."
Before Xia Zhi could refuse, he appointed a boy and led him out of the classroom with a confused look on his face.
The classmates were left looking at each other, as well as a slightly worried girl.