Tenchon High School is a historic Fuli High School in Shinjuku. It is located on the south side of Shinjuku Sanchome and is separated from Shinjuku Gyoen.

Departing from Wudai'an, take the outer ring of the JY Yamanote Line and get off in front of Sanchome Station. It only takes more than 20 minutes to get there.

Maruya is across the street. I remember that one time ago, he met Misaki Miyagi and her friends who came out to play on weekends.

It is midsummer in 2021. Just 20 days after Qianlinya's 18th birthday, he came in from the window open in the Central Teaching Building and the breeze and the horns of the sports club at the same time. The towering sycamore tree in the middle of the campus, the leaves trembled like a cheering in the wind.

The plum rain season has just passed, and the sun is like dusty old car lights being washed away. The light emitted is no longer foggy, but is turned on with all your might to dissipate heat, causing the wind blowing outside the window to become a burning wind. It feels like the hair has begun to curl up and thinner after passing the wind.

"This hot day..." Qian Linya stood at the window on the 3rd floor and murmured to the blue sky.

If it was the weather in the past, he would have wanted to hold himself at home for a day. He had just returned to normal student life and suddenly became very regretful to choose the day of returning to school today.

Qian Linya, Zong Qianjia is currently a Jiayuan, 18 years old, with both parents dead. In addition to himself, there is only one sister in the family. A few days ago, the Prime Minister and several ministers got out of their seats in front of him, and now his ambition is to become an ordinary high school student.

Walking through the empty corridor, the ordinary Qian Linya walked outside the bathroom, lowered his body normally in front of the sink, and turned on the faucet.

The cool and transparent tap water that gushed out slightly dispelled some of the heat and sleepiness brought by summer.

The biological clocks were shaking these days. Last night, he fell asleep at 3 a.m. and only slept for more than 4 hours. After experiencing the morning class, he couldn't stand it if he didn't take a nap.

As a result, after waking up, when I touched my forehead, I found a few more marks, and my whole face seemed to be swollen, and my whole soul was as if it was ascending to heaven, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

He twisted the faucet with his wet hands, wiped his face with both hands, and threw off the water droplets on his hands. He looked up and looked at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror is a boy who can't find any flaws on his face. His eyes are filled with a firm light. His deep eyes will suck people in. If he is stared at these eyes for a few seconds, he will forget what he was thinking just now.

A few strands of bangs that were wet by water hanged indiscriminately on their foreheads, and the hair rubbed with watery hands became even more messy. Compared with the extremely delicate face, this casual and untreated hairstyle is more likely to produce a palpitations.

Fortunately, my face was not swollen.

Not only was it not swollen, but just with his face, he just needed to stand there and he could debut on the spot to harvest a large number of fans.

The impure-free water droplets flowed across the face, and a few traces of water flowed downwards, entering the collar of the white school uniform shirt, sticking the clothes and skin together.

He unbuttoned the two buttons at the top of the clothes with wet hands, revealing the collarbone and fair skin under the clothes.

The bathroom outside the bathroom is a "mouth" branch with no sealing words. He stood on the side, and to his right, there was a girl's back, who had been standing there for a long time.

Qian Linya turned his head and looked at the mirror over there. He happened to see the face of the girl facing his back in the mirror. The girl looked straight in the direction of the mirror. When Qian Linya turned her head, she happened to meet her.

It turned out that she had been observing him through the mirror.

After looking at the girl in the mirror for a while, the girl's expression was still dull, and her eyes were fascinated to look at Qian Linya in the mirror. When Qian Linya blinked at her, she realized that her behavior had been exposed. She quickly lowered her head and washed her hands, and then ran to the penultimate classroom at the end of the corridor without looking back.

Qian Linya stretched out his hand to the left and found that there was nothing in the storage box. He didn't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief. After shook his hand again, he wiped his face with his wet hands.

The wet water vapor steamed in front of the face, which made it even more uncomfortable.

There should be no one in the bathroom. He took this opportunity to take out the corner of his shirt from his pants and wiped his face.

As soon as he put down his clothes, his eyes passed over the hem of the white clothes and saw the girl who suddenly appeared there.

His white hair, fair skin, and his eyes as bright as gems, looked straight at him without hiding his intentions at all.

Qian Linya held the hem of his shirt with both hands and stayed a little while, then immediately put down his clothes to cover his clearly shaped abdominal muscles.

The white-haired girl looked Qian Linya several times from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom. After experiencing Qian Linya's lips slightly moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it.

Then, she moved her gaze away, proudly passed by Qian Linya, and walked to the position where the girl behind her was standing, facing the mirror, took off the hair rope that tied her hair, and spread her long white hair.

The flying hair scattered in the sun and then slowly fell on the girl's shoulders.

Clear water in a moment.

This is the name of this girl.

Daoxianzhai, Qingshui Family Yuan, Qingshui Liu, the 48th generation master, and Balabala a bunch of honorary titles that Qian Linya doesn't want to remember at all, Qian Linya's current deskmate.

This is the identity of this girl.

At this time, the girl was concentrating on her hair with her hands, and she didn't even get a trace of her eyes out of the corner of her eyes.

I always feel that I have been ignored by invisible ridicule.

The most uncomfortable thing is that she said nothing.

If she speaks rudely, Qian Linya is confident that she can resist with the pretext of eloquence.

But she didn't say anything, as if Qian Linya was cowardly, and she didn't need to say much, causing him to lose the target.

Unless Qian Linya slapped himself in the face, he would not even have a position to oppose the girl.

If he says "You just say whatever you want" it will feel a bit humiliating, and if he speaks irresponsible, it will seem indecent enough.

This is a boring loss, and it makes people feel very unhappy.

Besides, he still has no idea what the girl's attitude is.

It is natural that Qingshui was hostile to him in an instant.

At the midsummer tea party, he used her as an introduction in front of the Fourteen families and stated the "Wind of the Han and Tang Dynasties". Although it was mainly to express his own opinions, it was still equivalent to invisibly despising Qingshui's tea ceremony.

For tea people, the fourteen families are better than their parents for food and clothing.

Although the tea party is attended by a group of old men and women, and even female college students and high school students, they are all powerful figures outside the tea party.

It was normal for her to feel unhappy in front of these people.

But she took the opportunity to rub her butt in the classroom, which made people confused.

He didn't dare to say it, nor did he dare to ask.

As an ordinary high school student, you should be shy here.

Speaking of ordinary high school students, Qian Linya suddenly thought that even if the relationship is naturally negative, from the standpoint of ordinary high school students, he should find a way to save it.

Perhaps a friendship starts with his first hand.

Qingshui's hair finishing work was coming to an end. After she changed her hair to tie it up in another way.

After finishing his hair, Qian Linya, who was leaning against the sink, spoke.

"Did you bring a handkerchief?"

Qingshui's hand was still behind her head and quickly looked back at Qian Linya.

In her pure eyes, half was confused, and the other half was... a little disgusted.

She hesitated, as if she was thinking about whether she should give it to her. In the end, she still struggled to reach her hand into the pocket of the school uniform skirt. She turned her wrist and took out a stacked handkerchief from it.

Qian Linya looked at the handkerchief he handed over and thought to himself.

The girl's movement happened to be the action of taking a tea towel from the tea ceremony.

After using the tea sap, use the tea towel to wipe the tea powder on it. The tea towel is always placed under the belt of the kimono. The girl takes the handkerchief from her pocket, but it looks like taking the tea towel from under the belt.

Is this a test of me?

Qian Linya raised the corners of his mouth, but after the handkerchief, it first shook open, then folded into a triangle, and then started to put it on his face to wipe it.

His movement happened to be the action of Zong Qianjia using a tea towel to wipe the tea ladle.

I thought that using this action to respond to the girl could establish mutual appreciation between tea men, but I didn't expect that as soon as the handkerchief left my face, I saw the girl grinning, her eyes full of disgust.

He handed over the handkerchief, and the girl picked up the edge of the handkerchief with two fingers. After unfolding it, she looked at the dark water stains on it, showing an unconcealed expression of disgust.

She clamped the handkerchief with her fingers, carefully preventing the water stains on it (the water stain had just left Qian Linya's face). She folded the handkerchief tightly and put it back in her pocket.

After putting down the handkerchief, the girl's expression finally returned to her indifference.

She said in a nice and cold voice: "Zhao Youzhai."

"ah?"

"I know what kind of person you are."

"ah??"

After saying this, Qingshui proudly raised her chest, moved her steps, and looked around without squinting her eyes as if she had come and left the bathroom.

She left without any delay and was extremely carefree, as if she was the spokesperson of a large group, and the explanation that the words just now were not within her responsibilities.

Looking at her back blankly, Qian Linya was a little confused.

So, can anyone tell me what kind of person I am?

Two high school girls on the same floor who came to the bathroom passed by and saw Qian Linya leaning against the bathroom in a daze. Two girls who were originally talking and laughing said softly at the same time, and stood there.

Qian Linya looked at them, tried hard to squeeze out a kind smile, and nodded at them.

In the sun, the boy with a slightly open collar was wearing a white shirt, transparent all over, as if immersed in the midsummer light.

He got up, fastened his collar again, and left the bathroom.

Not far away, the girl's laughter came from behind.

"What did you call me just now?"

"What did you call me just now?"

"Is the spring period here?"

"You think the spring is here, right?"
To be continued...