Many years later, Takasugihara looked at the quintuplets walking in front of him, and always recalled the distant evening when he walked into the alley.

"Your cramming is over."

In the corridor of a community, Takasugihara walked out of a house's door and said goodbye to the little girl with braids in front of the door.

"Look at some of the exercises I have summarized for you in normal times. You should have good results in the next exam."

"You have performed well these two weeks, so you can keep working hard."

The words were a little cold and flat, and there was no smell of refueling.

But even so, this sentence still made the girl in front of the door excited.

"Received! Thank you Brother Shanyuan."

Maki raised his head, stared at Takasugihara from a perspective of looking up, and said coquettishly.

As soon as she saw Takasugihara's face, she recalled the tutoring life she had in the past two weeks.

The two were alone in the same room, and Takashihara personally taught her how to solve mathematical formulas. She could smell the scent on his body and touch his hand with reasons...

Maaki unconsciously drooled, staring at Takasugihara's eyes even straightened.

Compared to Maki, who had an expression overflowing with emotions, Takasugihara's face was very plain, as if Maki was staring at the person not himself but someone else.

The short black hair naturally covers half of the forehead, and naturally curls up a messy hairstyle. The three-dimensional facial features are just right, giving people a handsome but not ostentatious sense of intimacy.

Although the dead fish eyes with light black lying silkworms on their faces had no vitality, their eyes were like cold stone sculptures hanging, and they looked a little dead.

Moreover, his body is always cold and feels like a piece of soft ice.

but

So handsome!

Zhenming swallowed.

"Since you're leaving, I'll give you a gift."

Takasugihara thought about it. After all, he belonged to an elder, so he had to give him something.

"Okay, okay!" Zhenming rubbed his hands expectantly.

Takasugihara took out a book with a yellow surface about three fingers from his backpack.

"This is the latest version of the six-year twelve-year simulation exercises in elementary school. Aren't you going to take the Tengharu High School? It's much easier to get into the affiliated junior high school of Fujiharu High School first, and then get into the high school entrance exam."

Shinhara earnestly handed over the book, and his smile slowly condensed.

I am just a seven-year-old child and should not bear this kind of pain.

"Thank you... Thank you... Brother Shanyuan..."

Maki took the simulation exercises, his soul floated out of his mouth, and walked back to the living room with shaking, leaving Takasugihara alone outside the door.

Takasugihara will slowly look at a couple in the room.

True parents.

Mother Huixiu with long hair was cleaning housework, while her Mediterranean-style father, with legs on the coffee table, staring at his phone, and glanced at Huixiu, who was also in the living room from time to time.

Huixiu smiled on her face: "Shanyuan, you are so considerate. I was worried just now that I didn't know how to deal with Zhenming's weekend. Now it seems that Zhenming has arranged the weekend in the future."

When I heard my mother's words, Zhenming's steps slipped and almost fell.

"By the way, Shinhara, don't you stay for dinner before leaving?" Huixiu walked to the door and invited Takasugihara.

Takasugihara was not angry and pulled the dead fish-eyed pine, and looked up the stone's head intentionally or unintentionally. A string of numbers that only he could see floated on the stone's head.

Negative entropy: 140

"Ah? Don't bother you anymore." Shan Yuan came to his senses and shook his head slightly to Huixiu.

There are only three pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table in the restaurant, and the meals are just about three.

It is not difficult to see that this is just a polite statement.

Huixiu looked at this face that was obviously handsome but had no expression at all, and she felt a little dazed. She had not seen any changes in Takasugihara's expression in the past two weeks.

Some people said that having no expression on the face is mostly caused by a disease called muscle degeneration. Only one expression can appear on the face, and the whole face will slowly harden and eventually turn into cancer.

He is obviously a young boy, so why did he get this terminal illness?

Huixiu felt a little regretful when she thought of this.

"Shanyuan, this is a two-week tutoring fee, a total of 1,400 yuan."

Huixiu withdrew her regretful gaze and handed out an envelope of slight thickness.

"Thank you." Takasugihara stuffed the envelope directly into his pocket.

"Don't you need to check it?"

"No."

The answer is very simple.

Huixiu smiled, "I really hope you can always teach Zhenming, but it can't delay your studies. The students at Fujikura High School are very busy, with such good grades in high school."

Takasugihara nodded, "If there was nothing else, I would have left."

After saying that, Shinhara left a smile, turned around and left Huixiu alone.

"Hey? He laughed?"

Going downstairs and walking into the flower path of the community, Takasugihara stopped and glanced at a wide pillar behind him.

"Come out."

After four or five seconds, the little girl Makino walked out from behind the pillar in awkward manner and smiled at Takasugihara awkwardly.

"It was discovered..."

"Is there anything wrong?" Takasugihara asked.

Maaki's face, which was still fat, suddenly turned red, her hands crossed her fingers in front of her stomach, and she made up her mind to shout at Takasugihara.

"Brother Shinhara, can I be your girlfriend after I grow up and get into Fujiharu High School?"

After saying that, Maaki looked at Takasugihara's eyes turning into circles of anticipation and shame, and his mouth squintedly.

Being confessed is romantic, but when this sentence comes from the mouth of a seven-year-old girl who has just entered the second grade of elementary school, it is as unbelievable as a day of talk.

"Are girls so precocious nowadays?"

Takasugihara frowned slightly, looking at Maaki without any focus: "No."

"Why?" Makoto's little hand was already clenched into a fist and asked shyly: "After... after getting along with each other for the past two weeks, I found that I had already fallen in love with you."

Do you say you like it?

"What drama are you watching recently?"

""Tutorial Teachers Can't"!"

Zhenming's eyes lit up, "Brother Shanyuan is chasing him too?"

"No. But I know why you have such a dangerous idea."

The title of this kind of drama is easy to misunderstand. Are they really normal soap operas?

"Go home, don't let your mother wait too long." Takasugihara looked at the little girl in the corner of her clothes.

"Can you give me a reason?" Zhenming looked up and asked in disappointment.

While the two were still talking, a group of old men who were coming and going looked over with strange eyes.

"First of all, when you get into Fuji Haruka High School, I've graduated." Takasugi Hara quickly ended the farce.

"Ah, this! That...that..."

Really, I found that I didn't even expect this, and Zhenming's face turned redder.

"Besides, I was working for your father to help you with tutoring. I have no interest in you."

"All?!"

After saying that, Takashihara turned around and left, only Maaki was left stunned, his face pale.

Five minutes later, Takasugihara put on a black mask, covered her unhealthy fair skin, and walked alone on the street.

The street signs everywhere on the street are marked with big red words "Tengchun High School".

Tengchun City in March has its own charm. At around 6:30 pm, the sky is not dark yet, and the sunset is scattered in the sky. The orange-red clouds are like continuous maple leaves, urging to the streets in the afterglow, and linger with the light yellow street lights on both sides of the street.

The afterglow in the air is as visible as maple leaves, golden and intoxicating, and red like a small lamp, whirling with a long serene swaying.

Because it was Sunday evening, there were not many people on the street, and the remaining light of the setting sun hit the windows of the buildings on both sides of the street. People inside were either having supper or having a good night's sleep.

The painting style of the entire street is as beautiful as Makoto Shinkai has carefully crafted it.

However, the pedestrians on the sidewalk did not stop to appreciate the rare sunset. For them, this happened every day, just like a common occurrence.

This time, it is natural to have such a scenery.

Takasugihara walked on the street, walking very slowly. The evening breeze blew on him, and except for blowing his hair into a mess, his expression on his face did not change at all.

Suddenly, the two men were yelling their arms and tattooed, passing by Takasugihara.
To be continued...