"Why do you take the request so naturally..." Nan Wukong said casually.
"Teacher, please, this is what students do!" Qianshi Qianhiro, who claimed to be 9 years and 15 months old, was wearing heavy makeup today and looked like she was ready to go out for a big fight. It seemed that she was going to socialize.
Are you so anxious to marry yourself off?
"As a teacher, your responsibility is to educate students. Is it really okay for you to command students casually like this?" Nan Wukong closed the photo. After all, the system task requirements must include "Shiina Mashiro".
"I've paid enough to be a teacher, and I'm not even married yet. Do you really want to see the day when the teacher turns into a yellow-faced woman and can't get married anymore?" Qianshi Qianxun looked aggrieved.
But Nan Wukong could see through her pretense at a glance.
"Forget it, I'll pick her up."
"I knew Sora-chan was a good kid, haha. Mashiro will be taken care of by you from now on. Don't worry, the teacher won't treat you badly. I will leave Mashiro's living expenses to you for safekeeping, but I agreed in advance that you can't be wronged.
Mashiro!" Chihiro Chihiro slapped her chest like a black boss with an expression on her face that said "Follow me and you will be rich and famous."
"I decided happily. Wish me good luck! Kong-chan!" Qianshi Chihiro stood up on tiptoes and touched Nan Mukong's head, and then left happily like an uncle.
Chihiro Sengoku was of course relieved about Na Mukong. After all, after observing the interaction between Na Mukong and Misaki for several days, she could see that this guy was a gentleman and she could trust Mashiro to him.
Nan Wukong pushed the frame of the mirror with his middle finger and watched Qianshi Qianxun skipping away with an expressionless expression.
Back in the room, Nan Wukong took out a photo of Shiina Mashiro. It showed her when she was five or six years old. In fact, it was a photo from ten years ago. Ten years ago, Shiina Mashiro lived in Neon, and then went there.
U.K.
Keep the photos as a treasure.
I played games in my room until I set off from Sakurasou at 4pm. I even ran into Mitaka Jin, whom I had only met twice, in the corridor.
"Hey, have you ever gone out for a night?" Mitaka Jin said hello to Nan Wukong.
"No, pick me up." Nan Wukong said casually and passed by Mitaka Jin.
"It's really cold..." Mitaka Jin pushed up his glasses. His method was not as individual and flamboyant as Minami's. It was too ordinary.
Mitaka Jin has fluffy brown hair and is about the same height as Minami Mukong. He is a tall person among the neon people. Plus he has a pretty face. It is no wonder that he can always pick up girls.
Nan Wukong didn't want to have much interaction with him, so he didn't talk to him much. And in order to prevent the girl from waiting for help, Nan Wukong took the right time to walk along the retro street towards the station.
The station is not too far away, it only takes ten minutes to walk.
When Nan Wukong arrived at the station, he immediately saw a girl sitting on a bench under a cherry blossom tree.
The girl with elegant long golden hair is particularly conspicuous under the cherry blossom tree. The delicate facial features on her quiet and soft face seem to be painted by a fairy. She is exceptionally beautiful, her skin is fair, and her eyes are like gems that make people not want to see her.
He looked away and looked at her like this.
Such a ladylike girl is exactly the type that Nan Wukong likes.
The breeze was blowing slowly, and Nan Wukong actually forgot to take her back to Sakura Manor. It wasn't until the cherry blossom petals were flying in the sky and the girl's long hair was gently swaying in the wind that he came to his senses and captured such a scene on his mobile phone.
Then Nan Wukong stepped forward, met her eyes, and said, "Teacher Qianshi Qianxun asked me to take you to your future residence."
The girl did not stand up but asked: "Did you know? Your color is different from others."
The clear and melodious voice touched Nan Wukong's heartstrings.
"Me?" Nan Wukong looked around. He didn't notice any difference in color between himself and others. They were all like this.
"Yeah." Mashiro nodded.
"Then tell me on the way how my color is different from others." Na Wukong held Mashiro's luggage with one hand, and stretched out his other hand towards Mashiro.
Mashiro looked at Na Wukong, put his small hands on Na Wukong's big hands, and was led away.
And the men behind them all stamped their feet and beat their chests, and this girl was dragged away! Why didn't she come forward to strike up a conversation just now?
"Can you tell me now, what's wrong with my color?"
Looking back at Zhenbai's delicate cheeks, Nan Wukong asked with a smile.
"Pure." Mashiro's small voice was so clear and pure that if the two of them weren't so close, Nan Wukong didn't think he would even be able to hear it.
"Pure?" Nan Wukong was confused.
Mashiro nodded seriously, convinced that what he said was right.
"The purest colors are black and white. Do you think I am these two colors?"
Unexpectedly, Mashiro shook his head and said: "The purest color is no color."
"That means 'nothing'?" Nan Wukong smiled.
Mashiro thought for a moment and nodded, "Yeah."
"My name is Nan Wukong, which happens to have the character '无' in it."
"Namu... Sora, Minami... Sora..." Mashiro tasted it carefully, like a child who can't finish sentences.
"No...Kora...all have no color." Mashiro just stared at Na Mukong's face, making Na Mukong feel a little embarrassed.
Shiina Mashiro feels like a celadon vase that will break at the touch of a touch to Minami. Maybe that’s why she has the reason to care for her. Mashiro, just like these two words in her name
, "really white" like an unstained canvas.
Na Mukong secretly looked at Mashiro, and Mashiro was also looking at Na Mukong. Of course, there was an essential difference. The former was just peeking, but the latter was upright. Mashiro didn't hide it at all, and didn't even look at the road.
Just looking at Nan Wukong without blinking, not afraid of falling.
"Why do you wear glasses?" Mashiro suddenly asked.
As soon as he picked up his glasses, Nan Wukong subconsciously pushed the frame with his middle finger, "If you take them off, you won't be able to see clearly."
"Why?" Mashiro asked.
"With myopia, things are blurred."
"What is myopia?"
Nan Mukong suddenly remembered that Mashiro seemed to have no common sense in life. No wonder Qianshi Chihiro wanted to push Mashiro out. Otherwise, he would be asked why all the time, and his life would be like a hundred thousand whys.
"Don't talk about me, Mashiro, is there anything you want to do?" Nan Wukong obviously didn't want to discuss his myopia.
Mashiro blurted out without any hesitation: "Drawing comics."
Nan Wukong was stunned for a moment. Since Mashiro likes comics, why does the system publish the announcement to lead Mashiro on the road to the second dimension?
Soon Nan Mukong found the answer, because Mashiro still didn't understand the true meaning of the second dimension.
What is the true meaning of the second dimension? It is Nonnaiko! (To be continued)