My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 In April, the streets of Tokyo are splendidly decorated with cherry blossoms.

　　 Today is Monday, and I am going to school.

　　 But because of tossing with Ritsuko until midnight last night, it was almost eight when I woke up.

　　 After a simple wash, under the urging of Ritsuko, Fujiwara Starry sky still with dim sleepiness, got into the crowded platform of JR Yamanote Line.

　　His high school is in Shibuya, and classes start at 8:30 every morning. If you travel from Shinjuku, just three stops by train.

　　 It’s just that Tokyo’s tram during peak hours is definitely the most annoying existence besides crows.

　　 "Please return outside the yellow line and wait for the train safely."

　　 "Swipe" in response to a specific electronic sound, the car door opened, and the crowd swarmed down. Then, another crowd of brains squeezed into the car.

　　 "The door is about to close, please pay attention."

　　 With a specific musical sound. With the door closed, the tram started, and everyone's body began to sway from side to side with the movement of the vehicle, moving to the next stop together.

　　 The pulsation of this prosperous city started like this, and it will end in a similar way.

　　 dangled, arrived at the station, got off the car.

　　 walked out of the platform and took a long breath of fresh air, the whole person felt alive again.

　　Walking on the way from Shibuya Station to the private Kitagawa High School, every window of the high-rise building of Chunxia Middle School is shining with a pleasant light under the sunlight.

Cherry blossoms can be seen everywhere in the gaps between 　　 mixed houses, at the corners of the slopes, and on the low embankments.

　　 As a gust of wind blew by, the whole city was raining with cherry blossoms, and the falling blossoms were colorful and beautiful.

　　 Fujiwara Stars could not help but once again sigh from the heart that there are so many cherry blossoms in Tokyo.

　　 walked into the school, went to the shoe cabinet, opened it, and put on his flat shoes.

　　 When he first entered high school, he could see a love letter from time to time in his shoe cabinet, but it is completely gone now.

　　 Unsurprisingly, no one would take the initiative to ask for contact in the next two years of high school.

　　 Thinking of this, Fujiwara Stars was even a little grateful.

　　 The high school student who is thinking about falling in love, in his eyes, is similar to the starving seagull over Tokyo Bay.

　　 Both are the same and terribly vicious.

　　 After changing his shoes, he walked up the stairs. The morning sun was very warm, and his figure was reflected on the glass in the corridor.

　　 Fujiwara Starry Sky tilted his head and glanced, his figure is thin, his bangs are a bit messy, and his looks are very delicate? He evaluates himself this way, perhaps because it hasn't grown open yet.

　　 However, he can definitely be a very handsome supermodel.

　　 He opened the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

　　 Charm +1

　　 smiled better, and had a gentler expression.

　　 Charm +1

　　 At this time, look at the system panel again, you can clearly see a line of words.

　　 [Charm value 1: 10/10 (for people, the value fluctuates, and cannot be increased by itself)]

　　 is full.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky put away his smile and returned to calm.

　　 A reminder flashed in his head.

　　 Charm-2

　　Return to my average level.

　　 He hunched down.

　　 Charm-1

　　 spread his eyes again and put on a dead fish eye.

　　 Charm-2

　　Ojbk!

　　 At this time, the charm value is 5, which is the level of the general public.

　　The charm value that can be controlled freely has helped him reduce a lot of troubles.

　　 When he first entered the first year of junior high school, someone poked a love letter in his face for dating on the first day.

　　 If he hadn't been hiding in time, he might have been blinded directly.

　　 Since then, Fujiwara Starry sky has been obedient.

　　 began to appear in the school in the form of a humpback and fisheye, in order to curb her nowhere to put her charm.

　　 This kind of mentality is easy to understand, after all, human beings do not grow in his preferences.

　　Who likes to be pestered by a group of cats and puppies that are in heat all day long.

　　 He began to deliberately reduce his communication with others, deliberately control his own performance level, deliberately maintain a normal appearance.

　　 The effect of doing this is very significant. In the eyes of classmates, Fujiwara Star is neither a student master nor a student scum.

　　 is neither handsome nor ugly.

　　 is neither a social expert nor a gloomy house.

　　 neither has the need for communication, nor will it deliberately alienate.

　　 I always feel that I will forget the existence of this person unknowingly.

　　 Maybe, just the second day after graduation, I can't remember his name, his appearance.

　　 That's good, Fujiwara Hoshizora always finds it annoying to deal with people.

　　 How easy it is to communicate with evil spirits, I think I hate it and just kill it directly.

　　 Where is the harmony?

　　 I can't kill it directly.

　　 Walking across the corridor, he paused before Class A in the second year of high school and looked up at the Class A sign.

　　 can't help thinking, why not go to university to study medicine.

　　 I have thought about the title of my graduation thesis.

　　 "New Disease Research Report: You will die as soon as you enter the classroom. 》

　　 There was a mess in the classroom. Everyone was discussing their spring break experiences with their classmates, discussing recent hot information on the Internet, or whispering gossip and secret rumors from where they heard.

　　 came to the back row by the window, the protagonist’s exclusive position, the Fujiwara Starry Sky Schoolbag was put on, and he fell asleep directly on the tabletop.

　　 Under normal circumstances, in the classroom, he is either sleeping, or reading various classics, or looking out the window in a daze.

　　 If you are not in the classroom, you usually go to the women’s bathroom to chat with Hanako secretly.

　　 Speaking of it, it's been a long time since I saw Hanako, miss her.

　　 "Oh hi, Fujiwara-kun."

　　 He raised his head slightly, Aizawa Saori stood in front of him with a smile, and handed over a bottle of black tea and a hot dog.

　　 "Have you eaten breakfast? I bought more. Here you are."

　　 "Eat, thank you."

　　 I didn't hear the meaning of thank you at all... Aizawa Saori bit her lip aggrievedly and shook the black tea in her hand.

　　 "Then you can drink black tea, this black tea is delicious."

　　 "This sugar contains too much, and if you drink too much, you will get diabetes."

　　 "Hey...Huh? Fujiwara-kun...really...really good...paying attention to body health..." Aizawa Saori is gradually breaking down. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 With her head blank, the girl glanced over to his desk, and when she saw a book, she instantly thought of a way to save the dead Heaven.

　　 "This is Dickens' "A Tale of Two Cities". Does Fujiwara-kun like to read this book too?"

　　 "Yes." Fujiwara Hoshizora replied following her topic this time.

　　 "Yogada..." Saori Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally talk to him.

　　 She smiled softly and said, "I like it very much too. The love in it is so romantic, do you think so?"

　　 "Romantic?" Fujiwara Hoshizori thought that she might have a pit in her head, and her head was still romantic.

　　 "No, I don't think so." He shook his head and jokingly said: "From this book, I have a reason that God will not treat infatuated people wrongly. It is usually to death."

　　 "Huh?" Aizawa Saori opened her mouth blankly, unable to speak for a long time. When class was about to start and the bell rang, I came back to my senses.

　　 "Hey... Fujiwara-kun..." She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and asked happily, "We...are friends..."

　　 "Aizawa-san." Fujiwara Stars still stared at his dead fish eyes, and asked seriously, "Do you know what it would be like to be blown to the head by a shot?"

　　 "Hey? Nani?"

　　 "That's it." Under Aizawa Saori's stunned gaze, he banged his head at his head like a gun with his hand, then fell on the table and slept all morning.

　　 The warm breeze in mid-April blew the curtains of the classroom and flipped the books on the desks.

　　 rustling.

　　 Every time at this time, he would dazedly tickle and change to a more comfortable sleeping position.