Everywhere in Bingsheng Town is covered in silver.

The winter vacation started at the end of December, and Tomie was not the type to stay indoors for too long, so he planned to go to the shrine to watch the excitement at the beginning of the new year.

The dark blue kimono contrasted with the girl's snow-white skin, and her wide sleeves were painted with flowers. Her smile was brighter than the red camellia covered with snow on the porch. The young man in the room said:

"Aren't you going to visit a shrine on the first day of the new year?"

In the inner room, a black-haired boy wearing a kimono was reading an ancient book. Under his black hakama coat, there was also a dark blue undergarment, which set off his phoenix eyes like flowing clouds.

He quietly turned over a page of the book and said, "The shrine is mine, and I will not visit it."

So cool.

Fujiang squeezed the cypress fan in his hand tightly, rolled his eyes at him through the cover of the fan, turned around and wanted to leave, then thought of something, "brushed" the fan blades together, stretched out his hand towards him and said, "Happy New Year, Senior Yunque, you

Should you give me something?"

The boy who was sitting reading under the screen of snowy winter plum blossoms finally raised his head to look at her. After a while, his lips curled up and he said, "Do you need me to tell you the difference between seniors and elders?"

In one word.

He doesn't want to be her father, nor does he give her new year's money.

Fujiang clutched his fan, and there was a bit of anger in his black eyes. He originally wanted to kick a snowdrift to relieve his anger, but when he lowered his head, he saw that he was wearing shoes, socks and clogs, and then looked at the thick snowdrifts in the grass. After a moment,

She leaned over, grabbed a handful of snow, and threw it towards the house.

The flying snow particles scattered halfway along the road, like a handful of salt, falling from near Hibari Kyouya's head.

Without blinking an eye, the young man took out the duckweed crutch and flexibly turned it in his palm——

The weapon blocked those snowflakes.

However, the ancient books on the small table were covered with a fine layer of frost.

At the same time, Fu Jiang, who was unwilling to miss him, threw two more crooked snowballs in. Although the accuracy was too bad and none of them hit him, because the indoor temperature was slightly higher, the snowflakes quickly melted into a ball on the floor.

Puddle after puddle of water.

The boy who was pouring snow with a weapon in one hand and a book in the other glanced at her with a sneer, "Kashima Tomie."

He said, "You're dead."

Fujiang didn't even have time to pick up the fan that fell on the ground, so he turned around and ran away while holding up his skirt.

…

Near Namimori Shrine.

A dark-haired girl with slightly messy hair stumbled towards the crowd, her voice panicking, "Help, help me, someone is trying to kill me——"

People who had just come out of the shrine with friends and family all looked in her direction, and were stunned for a moment when they saw her beautiful face that was not damaged at all even when she was running away.

Behind her, an equally handsome black-haired boy appeared leisurely, with a graceful posture...if you didn't look at the thick snowball he held in his hand that crunched.

Maybe it should be called snow bullets.

Because the middle-aged man who was the first to break up the fight for the girl was hit in the forehead by the snowball and lay on his back on the roadside, motionless.

Those who wanted to break up the fight and those who wanted to watch the fun were both stunned.

The young man leaned over and grabbed another ball of snow and squeezed it casually. This time it did not solidify. He glanced at the girl who was trying to hide in the crowd and reminded with a smile:

"It's even worse if a group gathers and gets bitten and killed."

What fell together with the words was the snowball thrown from his hand.

Snapped.

Hitting Tomie's shoulder.

The clogs under her feet hit the bumps of the floor tiles. After being hit accurately, she fell to the ground. Although it didn't hurt, her eyes were so angry that they were about to spit fire. She turned around and scolded him very loudly: "Hibari Kyouya——"

"Not polite."

What answered her was a ball of snow thrown by the other party.

Hit her on the forehead.

The scattered snowflakes fell from the reddish forehead, dyeing her eyebrows and eyelashes with a layer of silver. The coldness soaked into the skin on her face, making her tremble from the cold.

She looks like the legendary snow girl.

There were many men nearby who couldn't look away. The nearest one even gave up holding his wife's hand and instead stretched out towards her, "Are you... okay?"

"I'm in trouble! Didn't you see that I was almost beaten to death by him?"

Fu Jiang raised her eyes fiercely and stared at him. He was obviously a passerby whose name he didn't even know, but she ordered confidently, "If you want to help me, go over and stop him!"

Not long after.

Hibari Kyouya looked at the passers-by who were incited by the girl's words to come towards him, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He suddenly squeezed the snowball in his hand, and the slender palm contained terrifying power, and nodded with interest:

"Snowball fights really need some more interesting targets that can resist."

-

There were dozens of enemies in front of the shrine. The boy who started a snowball fight unilaterally knocked down all the passers-by with a few snowballs. When they staggered and landed in front of the shrine, more vicious gangsters who also came to visit the shrine swarmed up.

Hibari Kyoumi raised his eyebrows, not rejecting anyone who came——

When he got to the back, he didn't even bother to squeeze the snow. He just used one of them as a snowball and threw it towards the others, sweeping away thousands of troops.

When he was the only one left at the foot of the mountain, he looked with interest at the girl sitting on the steps behind the torii gate. During the time she was asking others to fight, she even rearranged her clothes.

He looked at the unconscious guy on the ground with special disgust.

"Continue." The young man raised his chin at her.

"don't want."

Fu Jiang flatly refused, "I can't run anymore, I'm tired."

She picked up a more ornate black cypress fan with gold embroidery from somewhere, and now she held it in front of her face with a look like "You're going to smash me to death here today."

Waited for a few seconds.

No movement was heard.

Fujiang thought that he had finally had enough revenge, so he pulled the fan down.

"Snapped"

A ball of snow exploded in her face again.

"..."

The girl's movements suddenly stopped.

Even if the snow fell from the bridge of her nose and chin and turned into snow and fell on her dark blue lapel, she had no reaction. Only her black eyes were like lava condensed in the ice field, giving people a feeling of being ready at any time.

Volcano eruption

a feeling of.

Hibari Kyouya walked up to her and found that her appearance looked familiar. The last time he saw her was when someone sprinkled those supernatural photos from upstairs in school.

When Fu Jiang was about to tremble with anger.

The boy threw away a ball of snow in his palm. Because it had been cold for too long, his joints were slightly red from the cold, so he covered her head with his palm.

He rubbed it casually, then withdrew his hand, passed her on the steps, and walked towards the shrine above.

Fu Jiang, who was full of anger, was suddenly startled.

She even forgot to be angry for a moment, and her expression was a little confused. Then, she turned to look at the back of the young man climbing up the stairs with confusion, and raised her hand to touch her beautiful long hair uncertainly.

——Did he touch her head just now?

…

Because of the terrible snowball fight in front of the shrine, the residents who had originally planned to come to worship, or those who had already paid their respects, dispersed, making this snow-covered shrine particularly quiet on the first day of the new year.

Hibari Kyouya walked past the shrine without squinting, walked to the money box, took out the key, and took out a stack of odd and round money from the full box.

When he turned around to go home, he saw Shanshan chasing after him. At this moment, he was imitating the black-haired girl who also found a box and was about to dig out the money.

But what she was looking through was not the cash box, but the Sishenmu lotus box.

At this moment, Fujiang grabbed a handful from inside and signed out.

She unfolded the first one curiously——

"Big Bad"

"In business, if the bridge is cut off and the water supply is cut off, and the main culprit is in danger, it will be extremely hopeless."

Fujiang: "..."

After belatedly understanding what it was, the girl grabbed Hibari's kimono sleeve and forced the lottery to him, "This is the New Year's lottery I drew for you. You are out of luck."

"

Hibari Kyouya looked at her with a half-smile.
To be continued...