Qian Linya is not a passionate young man. The plot of hero saving beauty will not make him excited, but will only make him feel headache.

However, when he saw Kawabe Heiji attack Misaki Misaki, he still couldn't help it.

"Ha? Who are you? Ha? Do you know Misaki?" Kawabe grabbed Miyagi with one hand and turned to ask her, "Hey, Misaki, who is this person? Your suitor? It's not the turn of others to interfere in our affairs, right? Let him get out!"

Generally, Kawabe's fierce look is enough to scare away a boat. Misaki Miyagi tilted his head, his wrist was firmly held tightly, and the pain made her eyebrows slightly frown and her eyes were wet. She looked at the ground and made a faint sound:

"Hey, Qian, don't worry about my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Qian Linya was a little embarrassed to understand the relationship between the two. Looking at Misaki Miyagi's submissive expression, it seemed that such things were common.

He said: "No matter who you are, what is your relationship with Misaki Miyagi. Since I saw you hitting a woman, this matter has something to do with me."

Miyagi looked up at him with a surprised expression. In her impression, Qian Linya was always gentle and elegant, with an undespicable smile on her face, calling him "Senior Senior". This was the first time she spoke in such a cold tone.

Unfortunately, Kawabe is an authentic Japanese and does not have the cultural gene of "not hitting women". He cannot understand Qianlinya's righteous indignation from the ancient etiquette country.

"I taught Bichi a lesson. It has something to do with you! Do you want to die?! Ah??"

Kawabu thrust his chest forward in a rather obscene way, almost close to Qian Linya, and even swollen the veins on his neck, constantly approaching Qian Linya, provoking him, just like the supporting role in the morning drama.

However, the next second, a severe pain came from his abdomen.

Elbow... The guy hit his stomach with his elbow!

Kawabe Heiji was so painful that he could hardly make a sound. He fell to the ground and curled up. After he calmed down, he made a shrill cry.

"You actually dare to hit me! Ahhhhhh-"

Qian Linya pulled his collar and dragged him to the dark alley beside him. Hebu's feet were kicking on the ground, but he was about to resist when he was punched in his face. The poor Hebu seemed to be run over by a truck, his head buzzed, and his thinking ability was broken.

Misaki Misaki sat on the ground with her legs spread apart, her face distorted, and her mountains on her chest were rising and falling with her breathing.

"Hey, hey, let go!"

Realizing that something was wrong, Kawabu still wanted to struggle, but then he was thrown onto the wall by Qian Linya.

"I don't care who you are from Misaki Miyagi, but she is my senior now. Rounding it, it's my person. If you want to do something with my person, it's better to consider your energy."

He pushed Kawabu Heiji to the wall and pinched his face until his face turned purple before letting go. Kawabu Heiji slid down from the wall, breathing in the air with a terrifying expression.

Misaki Misaki staggered over and said, "Are you okay?"

Qian Linya turned around and planned to answer, but found that Misaki Miyagi's eyes were not on him, but on Kawabe Heiji who was lying on the ground.

She was not caring about him, but about Kawabe Heiji who was beaten to the point of bleeding.

Kawabe Heiji got up from the ground, his voice trembling: "Brother, have you fallen in love with Misaki too? I'm sorry, I'll give it to you. Are you also a superb person? Tell me earlier, why bother to fight..."

He walked out of the alley tremblingly, Misaki Miyagi followed him: "He is just a colleague who works with him, not..."

"Get out! Bichi! I was beaten so hard that you caused me!"

Kawabe Heiji flew towards her, forcing Miyagi back, and then threw them off and ran away like a silence, as if he wanted to escape from everything he had just experienced. As long as he ran fast enough, the memory of the beaten scene would not catch up with him.

Qian Linya stood there, speechless.

Misaki Misaki turned around with a cold look.

"Why do you care about me?"

Qian Linya caught Qian Linya off guard. The education he received since childhood was "an obligation of every Chinese citizen to crack down on his arrogance" would not hurt his arrogance if he remembered it late at night?

But Misaki Miyagi would not understand this, because the premise of understanding is to believe. Misaki Miyagi might have blew a throbbing wind between Chi Linya, but there was no such rarest feeling as "believe".

He could only say: "Because seniors are seniors."

"What seniors are you from?" Misaki Miyagi stomped his feet and became angry.

"Although Heiji Kawabe is a scum, he is my only friend in junior high school. His home is only a street away from my home. You, you are just a person working in the same store as me. We didn't know each other three days ago. I have seen countless people like you. After resigning, I can't even recall my name. Why do you want to interfere in my life? Will you let me fall into a more unfortunate place after you leave?"

Qian Linya also felt angry: "I just want to help you, is it wrong to help you?"

The night was even thicker, and the moon was no longer visible. A night wind blew with a little coldness, and as the skin felt a little cold wetness, the sky actually started to rain, and soon turned into a heavy rain.

The rain slid down Misaki Misaki's fair neck and soaked into her white school uniform shirt. The undulating outline on her chest gradually emerged as she breathed. The school uniform soaked in the rain became wet and stuck to her skin, and a strange black appeared.

"What's wrong with helping me?" Misaki Miyagi repeated Qian Linya's words in a low voice, "I've lived so much, you are the only one who can help me. Why don't everyone help me, you are the only one who can help me? You are just wrong!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran towards the dense rain curtains of Tokyo in April.

Qian Linya stood there, but even forgot how to get angry. He reached out and stopped a taxi that was racing.

Sitting in the passenger seat, water dripping down wet, he felt that his impetuousness was not locked outside the car door with the rain curtain.

The kind driver quickly took out a lot of toilet paper and handed it to Qian Linya, asking him to wipe the water droplets on his head and clothes quickly. After a while of rushing, Qian Linya leaned on the soft leather chair.

"Guest Sang, I see you, I seem to be in a bad mood. I will ask if it is because of a woman, right?" The driver turned on the chat mode.

"That's right, because a woman who is very utilitarian and vulgar, but cannot leave her alone," said Qian Linya.

"Ah, I understand, just like my ex-wife," the driver happily held the steering wheel, "Go away as soon as possible. That kind of woman will make you feel that it is not good to her, pretending to be pitiful. When you squeeze you out, you will look back and see that she has run away with someone else."

"It's not exactly the same." Qian Linya said, wiping the water droplets on his chest.

Unknown light music floated out from the on-board radio station, and the anchor's low and magnetic voice sounded, as if he was discussing something in literature. It was without any beginning or end, and he couldn't quite understand it. Only one English poem I read was impressive:

“I could have endured the darkness

If I hadn't seen the sun

But the sun has made me desolate
Chapter completed!