Jia Benyu carefully prepared the chat content for thirty minutes, but was evaded by Nakano Sanjiu in five minutes.

"Um."

"OK."

"no."

"Thanks."

These seven words are the Chinese language he heard the most from Takasugihara's mouth.

This answer is even more classical than classical Chinese. If Miku Nakano hadn't made so many syllables with his whispering mouth, he would have suspected that Takasugihara had deliberately translated it into this in order to be lazy.

Takasugihara breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Miku Nakano with some gratitude. The simpler her answer, the easier it was for him to translate.

Now there is a shortage of offline endings like "I'm going to take a shower".

Takasugihara thought secretly.

There was no problem with Jia Benyu. But Miku Nakano kept looking at him, and he felt that this was almost a chat between him and Miku Nakano.

"Student Nakano, I'm very happy to chat with you this time. We'll have the chance to chat with you next time."

Jia Benyu cleaned up the sadness on his face, showed a strong smile, and the corners of his mouth were hooked up like a hook.

"Try not to do it anymore, boring..."

Miku Nakano said slowly.

Takasugihara looked at Jia Benyu pitifully, and literally translated it over.

Jia Benyu's smile calmed down, and there was another person who was not returning in this library.

Jia Benyu left quietly without taking a book away.

Only Takasugihara and Miku Nakano were left on both sides of the wooden table.

After Jia Benyu left, Miku Nakano's little body sat more straighter, and time dripped away. The two of them didn't say a word, and her eyes moved to the bamboo leaves on the side in panic.

Takasugihara remembered the purpose of coming to the library and stood up.

"Well, goodbye?"

Takasugihara asked Miku Nakano in a low voice.

"Yeah, goodbye."

Miku Nakano nodded and watched Takasugihara leave Asakusa.

The moment Takasugihara's back disappeared from sight, a breath of old anger was uploaded from her chest to her mouth, and finally spit out with relief.

"Huh~"

Miku Nakano carefully let go of his hands on his thighs, revealing a book printed on the cover of an old man wearing a big belly in a kimono.

"The General of Women's Clothing: Oda Nobunaga" (Chinese and Japanese translation)

They didn't see it, but they really couldn't read such books here.

Miku Nakano's pupils were still looking at the direction of the Asaku District from time to time, for fear that a boy would come back.

Go back quickly.

Miku Nakano bent down and pulled the black stockings on the inner side of her thighs. When she was talking to the two of them just now, her upper body seemed very calm, and her lower body was nervous and sweating.

After letting her legs breathe well, she put on her headphones and hugged the book "Oda Nobunaga" tightly on her chest. The cover of the book was firmly attached to her and walked towards the second floor.

There are not many Chinese and Japanese translations in schools. There is only an exclusive bookshelves in the smallest corner of the second floor library.

It was even more difficult to find such books related to the history of ancient Japanese military generals. She searched for a long time before she found the current one.

But now it seems that she is going to pay it back.

There are obviously fewer people on the second floor than on the first floor. Because it is a noisy area, the entire library is quiet, and hundreds of rows of heavy bookshelves with heavy bookish spirit stand between the floors like a series of firm phantoms.

Outside the window was tall and rich green trees, covering the sunshine. Miku Nakano walked in the library on the second floor, and kept his pace as light as possible, for fear of disturbing one or two students who occasionally met on the bookshelf.

The book placement in the second floor library also has certain rules. Popular books are placed at the front end. The back of the book shelf, the more unpopular the books placed on it.

Walking to the innermost part alone, turning around to the bookshelf where he returned the books. Miku Nakano stood there in a daze, his eyes enlarged.

Although her eyes were a little dark, she was very familiar with the figure.

Takasugihara looked out a book from the bookshelf. This bookshelves like antiques from the last century. As the books were drawn out, a burst of dust flew up from the bookshelf. He held the book in one hand and waved the dust away in the air with the other.

It was a dark feeling that someone was looking at him. Takasugihara stopped his movements, tilted his head and looked to the left, and Miku Nakano looked at him blankly.

Although the five sisters are all white sailor suits and light green pleated skirts, the black stockings on the slender legs in front of him and the meeting just now have told him who the person in front of him is.

"Hi, we're meeting again."

Seeing that Miku Nakano was not making a sound for a long time, Takasugihara said hello incredibly.

It is really not easy to meet a living person in such an unpopular bookshelves.

“…”

Miku Nakano didn't say a word.

For some reason, her whole body was inexplicably tense, and her hands that were protecting her chest were so nervous that they didn't move. The book on her chest "flipped" and fell to the smooth floor.

The book flipped a few pages on the ground, and she was still standing there like a piece of wood.

"Your book..."

Takasugihara pointed to the book that fell to the ground and opened.

Before he finished speaking, Miku Nakano quickly squatted down and grabbed the book, protecting it tightly on his skirt.

When she looked up again, her face was inexplicably red, and she looked at Takasugihara with guilt like a thief.

"You didn't see it?"

Miku Nakano asked in a low voice.

Takasugihara turned around thoughtfully and looked directly at her, "What do you see?"

"Just, that's that..."

That book...

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and before she could speak, she was completely gone.

Takasugihara frowned inexplicably, following Miku Nakano's head-down gaze, he glanced at the floor as smooth as a mirror.

The floor was just decorated last year and was waxed. It is still very shiny now and can vaguely reflect the scenery above the black silk of Miku Nakano and under the green pleated skirt.

But the light is really darker.

Is she asking about this?

"Should not see it."

Takasugihara thought about it and answered truthfully.

Miku Nakano's red face turned pale, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

"Are you here to borrow books?"

Seeing Miku Nakano standing in front of the bookshelf, Takasugihara asked.

"Return, return the book."

Miku Nakano walked into the bookshelf, and his erratic eyes kept looking for the place where the book should have been placed.

Takasugihara was not in a hurry to leave, and slowly opened the book in his hand.

You have to inspect the goods before borrowing books.

Like a lost lamb walking around the road for a few times, Miku Nakano finally found the original location of the book he wanted to return on the bookshelf.

The highest floor.

Very high!

Miku Nakano raised his head, like an indigenous person at the foot of the mountain, seeing the immortal on the top of the mountain, his little heart thumped, why is it so high?

When she came to borrow, she clearly got it with her hand.
Chapter completed!