Tokyo host

Chapter 38 The Sandstorm Can't Conceal the Light of Gold

"rustle--"

It was the sound of the broom rubbing against the yard floor.

Suzuki Kaoru was wearing the school uniform of a Tokyo private high school, and was cleaning quietly at this time.

Accidentally raised her head, she realized that she had lived in Xiaozhu Xiongzhuang for a long time. Xiaozhu Xiongzhuang was not the name here, but she did not know the name and called it temporarily.

Bending down, Kaoru Suzuki squatted on the ground, and her fingers gently touched the daisies she had just planted in the pot. The weather was already autumn, and the daisies swayed by the breeze made her mood gradually calm down. , although the living environment is not as good as at home, but she likes it very much.

After the landlord went to school, she was the only one left in the whole house. For Kaoru Suzuki, now is the quietest time.

But she doesn't like silence. On the contrary, the broom in Suzuki Kaoru's hand proves that she doesn't want to stop. If she doesn't do anything, she will always have wild thoughts in her head.

Suzuki Kaoru picked up the phone, and the wallpaper on the lock screen was a photo of her and another girl. Both of them showed very happy smiles, but it was obviously a color photo, but in Suzuki Kaoru's eyes, it was black and white.

She hesitated for a few seconds, and finally moved her finger and changed the wallpaper of the lock screen to an ordinary solid color wallpaper.

After doing all this, Suzuki Kaoru stood up, and she pushed her neat short hair behind her ear, revealing her small ears.

But the amber eyes kept staring at his toes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Suzuki Kaoru came to the warehouse with a broom. This is an area that has not yet been cleaned. Generally speaking, the warehouse does not need to be cleaned, but Suzuki Kaoru has already taken care of the yard and wants to clean up the warehouse as well. .

The warehouse was not locked. After pushing the door open, a stale smell of dust came to her face. Kaoru Suzuki took a step back and stood outside the door. She waited for the air inside to change a little before she walked in.

It was very dark inside, and at first glance there didn't seem to be many things. Suzuki Kazuki looked around and finally found the switch.

After the lights were turned on, the sundries were clearly visible. Kendo uniforms, wooden stakes, a few tattered bamboo knives, and large and small boxes seemed to be filled with a lot of things.

"That guy, have you practiced swords before?" Kaoru Suzuki couldn't help but imagine the appearance of Makoto Futaba practicing swords. He always felt a bit inconsistent, but from the style, it seemed that no one else could use it except him. Unless that guy has brothers.

"Shasha." She began to clean the dust on the ground, but there were a lot of things lying on the ground, which made it not very convenient to sweep.

Suzuki Kaoru had to pick up a bundled newspaper first. When she was about to place it on the table next to her, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed the headline written on the newspaper—

"The Youngest Talented Middle School Student Painter in History - Gong Baiyu Yu's Solo Exhibition Work Appreciation! 》

Suzuki Kaoru looked at the name on the title and pondered slightly.

……

In the afternoon, Guangming High School is always lively. In this school that focuses on cultivating students' personal interests, there is no doubt that the club activities have their own characteristics.

But no matter what school there is, there will always be such a club. They will always have enough members and will always adhere to the club's purpose-that is, no matter what the weather is, they will never stay in the school for an extra minute, and this The society is the home department.

Some members of the Homecoming Department are helping their parents manage the shop, and some are taking the time of the club to go to the tutoring club to study as soon as possible, but like Makoto Futaba, it is more because...

"Play!" Makoto Futaba raised his fist, "Play!"

"cartoon!"

"Home!"

Although I want to go home now, the guy from Ninomiya has something to do with him, and Makoto Futaba is not good to pigeon her again. After all, he was forced to participate in a kendo duel after the pigeon last time, which is a bit of a waste of time. .

What's more, this time it wasn't because of Ninomiya's three-layer chest pad... I wasn't so nervous.

During the time of the club activities, Makoto Futaba came to the office of Fengjihui again, and he reached out and knocked on the door: "Dong dong."

"Please come in." Inside, Ninomiya's voice sounded.

Makoto Futaba pushed open the door. There were only two people in the spacious office. Besides Ninomiya, there was a weak girl with glasses writing something on the seat.

At this time, Ninomiya Ye was sitting on the sofa, she was drinking tea with a black tea cup, and the black bamboo sword never left her side.

After seeing that it was Makoto Futaba, she motioned for him to sit down.

"There's no need for tea." The girl with glasses stood up and poured tea with a tea set for the guests, but Makoto Futaba waved her hand, "Student Ninomiya, speak up if you have something to say."

When Ninomiya Ye heard the words, she put down the teacup and went straight to the point: "Gong Baiyuyou came to school today, does it have anything to do with you?"

"I don't know."

"Not sure?"

"That's right." Although he and Gong Bai Yuyou agreed to keep things confidential, Futaba Cheng didn't think Gong Bai Yu Yu came to school and had a direct relationship with him.

Ninomiya Ye looked at Shuangye Cheng, and then said slowly: "If it has anything to do with you, then please don't let Gong Bai come to school again."

"She shouldn't be here."

Hearing this, Shuangye Cheng frowned, "Even if you hate Gong Bai again, you have no right to keep him from coming to school, right?"

Hearing what Futaba Makoto said, Ninomiya Ye raised his eyebrows, and then said lightly:

"Anyway, you just do as you do, it's for her own good."

"It's ridiculous, I refuse." Shuangye Cheng stood up and planned to leave the office.

"Wait, Futaba-san!"

"Click." With the sound of the door closing, Makoto Futaba left the office without looking back.

The atmosphere in the office became tense in vain. Seeing this scene, the weak glasses girl looked at the indifferent minister with trepidation:
"Minister, Minister, Futaba-san has left."

Ninomiya Ye nodded and took a sip of the lipstick tea: "Well, I will talk to him again."

"Minister, I remember that you and Gong Bai came to the same middle school?" The girl with glasses thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "It's not you who persuades the teachers that she is allowed to wear those strange clothes and enter the school freely. Yes? Then why..."

"In fact, many things are never what they appear on the surface." Ninomiya Ye said slowly, "The truth is also true, it is like gold hidden in the sand, even if it is temporarily buried, it will always release light. one day."

"Minister, do you mean that Futaba-san doesn't know the truth?"

"Ask me, he must not know what Gong Bai has experienced." After Ninomiya Ye finished speaking, he picked up his black bamboo knife and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going, Minister?"

"Patrol to see if some of the bastards in the third grade are doing bad things."

"I am coming too!"

(End of this chapter)