Miku Nakano was embarrassed and placed his hands nervously in front of the waist of the pleated skirt, and ten fingers twisted around like a hemp rope.

What is Yihua doing?

She saw the back of a flower in Nakano leaping away, and the tip of her tongue felt bitter.

Takasugihara put his phone screen over and said, "Add it."

Miku Nakano glanced at the QR code on Takasugihara's phone, nodded blankly, and took out his phone.

It turns out that Yihua just downloaded this app called WeChat for her...

Miku Nakano slowly opened WeChat, and the WeChat language had been thoughtfully replaced with neon language.

But for a novice who is using WeChat for the first time, it will take a while to find which one is the scan key.

Miku Nakano looks like an old lady who has retired for a long time, with her slender white fingers slashing around in front of the screen, and she can't find the scan code button.

Have you been hiding, scan the code key?

Miku Nakano fumbled into his phone in confusion for a while, looked up at Takasugihara, and his lips turned into helpless wavy patterns.

"I won't do it..."

Takasugihara took her cell phone angrily and faced her cell phone.

Scan the code successfully and add friends.

"You can make the notes by yourself."

Takasugihara handed the phone back.

Miku Nakano took the phone with both hands and nodded weakly.

"I'm back to work, goodbye."

Takasugihara nodded slightly and walked around Miku Nakano to leave.

"Shimahara classmate."

Miku Nakano swallowed a mouthful of saliva and called Takasugihara.

Takasugihara slowly turned around, "Is there something wrong?"

Miku Nakano was dull for a moment, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

If calling someone's name is an impulse, then keeping someone is a common topic.

She was silent for a moment, her mouth was already open, but she couldn't say anything.

What is the common topic between her and Shinhara?

Takasugihara was still waiting for her words silently, she spoke in silence, she did not find the common topic between them.

If it is a flower, there should be many topics...

He lowered his head helplessly, and a few strands of brown hair fell from the bound headphones.

"It's okay..."

Miku Nakano shook his head.

"oh."

Takasugihara nodded, walked towards the shift in diameter, leaving her alone standing there.

"Hey, aren't you leaving?"

As he was about to walk out of the bush road, Takasugihara turned his head and shouted to Miku Nakano.

Miku Nakano was stunned, stepped on his calf and followed him, and walked to Takasugihara.

"Sister Shinhara, if you have anything unhappy, you can tell me what you want and I will listen quietly."

Miku Nakano looked at Takasugihara seriously, and as soon as she said that, she closed her mouth tightly.

This kind of words are so close.

"I have nothing to be unhappy."

Takasugihara Yukami glanced at her.

Miku Nakano nodded in understanding, and the little tongue in his mouth seemed to have lost its vitality and was paralyzed in his clean gums in frustration.

Takasugihara slowly walked towards the teaching building, and Miku Nakano followed his tail and walked towards the teaching building.

The two have a short distance in the same direction.

All fell into silence.

If this section of the road is over, it will be difficult for the two to meet each other.

Miku Nakano couldn't help thinking.

After all, the two are originally a distance between two countries. If there were no chance of the previous week, the two might still be in two different worlds.

Just like Yukimura Sanada and Masanakumi, they are obviously military generals who will cherish each other when they meet, but they are born at the wrong time and they will never meet.

Will she and him do the same?

“You gave the matcha soda?”

Suddenly, Takasugihara asked, disrupting the avatars of the generals that kept popping up in Miku Nakano's mind.

Miku Nakano looked like a shooting star on the forehead, his expression was frozen for a moment, and Que nodded happily, and the corners of his mouth were raised happily.

"Did you drink it?"

Takasugihara nodded and looked at her as if nothing had happened: "The taste is quite unique."

"Well! It's slippery, like a snot, but there's no snot inside."

Miku Nakano followed a few steps and said.

"Does the snot smell?"

Takasugihara recalled, her face slightly darkened.

Do you really feel so disgusting?

Nakano Mijiu looked at him and nodded.

Takasugihara thought for a while and replied: "Does this strange metaphor hide your special insights into life?"

"It's just an anecdote of a military general..."

"Is that so? Let's hear it?" Takasugihara asked.

Speaking of this kind of thing, his interest came to him.

Anecdotes are largely the gossip of the ancients.

Under the bright and beautiful official history, sometimes these unknown anecdotes of ancient people are more interesting.

He likes to hunt for things like curiosity.

Which martial arts will eat snot?

"Really?"

Miku Nakano raised his head in surprise.

"Don't you want to say it?" Takasugihara looked at her strangely.

"think!"

Miku Nakano nodded, "No one likes to hear such old stories..."

"Maybe I'm just a person lying in the soil, and this kind of story is just right for me to listen to."

Takasugihara gave her a heart to keep talking.

"Wouldn't Sugihara be dead?"

Miku Nakano asked a question.

“…”

"Tell me your story."

...

Mizunai Ishida and Yoshiguchi Otani were household names in Japan during the Warring States Period.

The two are fellow villagers, and they are in the same camp, and they get along well. When they were young, they were not as close as life and death.

In the eyes of people at that time, Mizuna Ishida was a bad person who would not become a great person, while Yoshiji Otani was a political "potential stock", with good popularity and high IQ.

Unfortunately, Yoshiki Otani contracted a disease when he was in Goldman Sachs, which made him look like a monster, skinny and pus on his face.

Under the torture of illness, Yoshiji Otani lost all his popularity and fell into sloppy.

At a retainer tea party, he sat with Mizuna Ishida.

At that time, there was a tradition of appreciating tea utensils. At each tea party, a precious tea bowl would be taken out for the retainers to take turns to watch.
To be continued...