On June 28, Tokyo was cloudy, with the lowest temperature of 26 degrees and the highest temperature of 33 degrees. The end point was that the southeastern trade winds of mainland China passed through.

Qian Linya walked to the window, opened the nameless tea pot, twisted the Wuyishan Dahongpao inside, and threw it into his mug.

The steaming boiling water jumped happily into the cup, and the tea leaves surging up and down, spreading throughout the classroom with a hint of sweet fragrance.

"It turns out that making tea is everyone's tea ceremony..." Standing in front of the window, Qian Linya took advantage of the fact that no one heard it and said something to smash his job.

On the track and field field, the track and field minister who had nothing in the morning was waving his fists and shouting with great enthusiasm. The track and field members gathered together, and tears were almost coming out of their eyes.

It's so youthful.

Shaking the cup, Qian Linya watched the tea leaves circle in the mug like a sea fish parade, and then settled.

He raised his hand and took a sip.

The lips and teeth are fragrant.

Behind him, Qingshui fell asleep on the crystal ball in an instant, making a uniform breathing sound.

Now he had to doubt that this woman was just coming to find a comfortable environment to sleep here under the guise of divination.

How mental stress is she?

In the afternoon, he made an appointment with a moving company to check out the luggage and an agent to view the house, so early departure was a matter that had been decided in advance.

He knew that he should wake up Qingshui Shi, but he didn't.

Gently put the mug back on the table in front of the window - he placed a table on this position, with his own mug and several tea cans upside down, and a plug-in kettle on the floor, which is the tea drinking corner in the classroom.

He walked to Qingshui's moment and looked at the woman, her mouth resting on her hands, and her sleeping deformed.

To avoid repeating the same mistake, he walked around from behind, held her under her armpit, moved her aside, and let her sleep on the table with the crystal ball aside.

When Qingshui was placed on the table and fell asleep, she gently rested on her arms, and her other arm was lying on the table, lying on her side without any image, but her side face was still very beautiful, and she was squeezed out a little fleshy face, and her skin was filled with luster.

I picked up the "Invisible City" that I put aside, and searched for where I read the last time. After reading for a long time, I found that I could no longer remember what I read last time, so I had to start reading from scratch with unwillingness.

"From there, walk east for three days, you will reach Diomira, the city has sixty silver domes, bronze statues of the gods, streets of lead plates, a crystal theater, and a golden rooster on the top of the tower every day..."

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like the first section of this book, “From where”, “Where” is? There is no way to know. You may have to read the following chapters to know which city Diomira is in the west.

When he read it, he recalled the essence of this book - a maze.

Remove the mask of the panda's head and wear it slantedly on top of the head.

In midsummer, the exhaled gas sprayed on the back of the mask and flowed back to the face, making the inside of the mask stuffy and humid, and it felt a little uncomfortable after a long time.

After unbuttoning the mask, the breeze blew on his face, and a cool feeling, he adjusted to a comfortable sitting position, leaned on a chair, held the book in his hand, continued reading, and explored the maze.

As my mind became quieter, the "click" sound of the clock on the wall became louder and louder.

The instant breathing of Qingshui in front of him was always so slim.

...

When Qian Linya opened his eyes, he saw the wooden color of the table, which extends to the end of his sight within the field of view.

After a little more resonance, he realized that his entire upper body was tilted, his forehead and nose were leaning against the table. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, and his face hurt.

A calm breathing sound came from above his head, and he remembered that there was another person in this classroom.

Qingshui probably woke up in an instant.

Although he didn't know if she had seen her face, he still stretched out his hands, hugged the mask above his head, put it back on his face, and then raised his head.

Sure enough, the woman was looking at herself with bright eyes.

Her hands were linked with her fingers, her elbow tips were against the table, her chin was resting on the back of her hands, her back to her slender neck was perfectly streamlined, her body was tilted towards the table, and the burden on her chest just stood against the edge of the table.

At this moment, she was staring at herself meaningfully.

Qian Linya found that his "Invisible City" was on the floor, picked up and patted the dust on it, and then looked at the clock hanging on the wall, which was exactly 4:30.

In other words... I slept for almost an hour?!

"Why don't you wake me up?" Qian Linya muttered and threw the book on the table.

The voice sounded a little hoarse inside the mask.

"I just woke up, too." Qingshui said in a flash.

It seemed to be to prove herself, she covered her mouth, squinted her eyes and yawned.

He had a little astringent smell when he woke up. He licked his lips and suddenly thought that, that is to say, he and Qingshui were lying on the table and slept together for almost an hour.

Suddenly I don't know what to say.

"So, what have you divined?" In the end, Qingshui broke the silence in an instant.

“…”

Qian Linya stretched.

Sentenced.

Let's stretch first and talk.

Actually, I am thinking about how to fool around with nonsense.

"Hey!"

Just as he stretched, Qingshui suddenly reached the table, stretched his arms long and picked it under his mask.

He subconsciously blocked and hugged her arm, but the mask was still picked up by her.

"Bang dang--"

The panda's head mask fell to the ground, making a noisy sound.

"It's you." Qingshui had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, her fingers drooped, and the burden on her chest was flattened on the table.

She slowly slid back to her seat, hugged her arms, and had a smug smile on her face: "You deliberately hypnotized me until I fell asleep, right? Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise you would have been molested."

Qian Linya picked up the mask on the ground, blew the surface of the mask, and put it on the table: "I'm a little sorry to say that, I don't have any interest in your body."

"If you can't tell lies, you can't say anything." Qingshui held her face with both hands and leaned against the table.

Qian Linya looked at her eyes and realized something was wrong.

"You're even days' clear water?"

For a moment, Qingshui suddenly showed an unexpected expression on her face, her eyes widened slightly, but she immediately returned to the confident expression: "How did you find out?"

“The contrast is too big.”

"Hmph." Quami stood up in an instant and said, "Good."

Qian Linya called her: "Don't you want to listen to the results of divination?"

"I'm not interested in your pretending to be a ghost, and I'm not interested in divination results," Qumizu stretched out her hands, made a stretching move, and moved the hem of her clothes upwards, revealing a circle of slender waist.

Qian Linya stared at her delicate skin and forgot to move her gaze away.

After exercising his body, the hem of his clothes was put down. Qingshui continued: "The one who wanted to find that woman was Qingshui Shishi who had been a few days, not me."

Qian Linya stood up and said, "Sure enough, the woman she is looking for is you, right?"

"Ha?" Qumizu turned around in an instant, showing a surprised and disgusting expression, "What is your brain thinking? Do I need to find myself?"

Although Qingshui, who had been a few days in an instant, emphasized that the woman she was looking for was a living person, it was really strange to find a stranger who had some connection with her but didn't know anything.

Even if what she was looking for was not even days of Qingshui, it must have something to do with this woman.

"Does you, who are odd days and you, who are even days, know each other's existence?" Qian Linya analyzed calmly, "To put it bluntly, in what form do you coexist?"

Qingshui narrowed her eyes for a moment: "Are you curious about me?"

"Yes, I'm very curious about this." Qian Linya corrected the ambiguity in her language while strengthening her tone.

Qingshui instantly smoothed the skirt behind her buttocks with her hands and sat back on her seat.

Seeing her answering seriously, Qian Linya also sat down.

Even-day clear water seems to be easier to talk to than serious odd-day clear water.

This is a great opportunity to complete optional tasks.

"Since you helped me in the morning and noon, I will satisfy your curiosity." Qumizumi Shina reached out to tidy up her hair and showed her figure unscrupulously. "To be precise, I am not Qumizumi Shina. I was born a year ago and the personality that lives in Shina Jiang's body."

Qian Linya didn't say anything. In his sight, the task of the optional mission [Hello! Two] was suddenly highlighted.

"I have a good relationship with Shina. You can think of me as her sister. I don't have a name. If you want to distinguish us, you can call me... Miss Sakura."

"Miss Sakura?" Qian Linya's expression was strange, and he repeated the title.

Miss Sakura didn't care about him and continued, "I made an appointment with her. She dominated the body of the odd days, and I dominated the body of the even days. She has no memory of mine, and I have no memory of her, but we will communicate with each other at night what happened in one day. That's it."

Qian Linya pressed his eyebrows.

This is no longer a simple dual personality. He feels that this is serious schizophrenia and paranoia.

"Do you think this is schizophrenia or paranoia?" Miss Sakura stared at him and said to him in a word. "With your superficial brain, you will only think of this vulgar pattern. I'm very sorry, but you can think whatever you want, I have no attitude."

Qian Linya spoke, "When we first met in the classroom, was it you?"
To be continued...