Kanagawa Taoist College Students

The street lights on the street shine brightly, and the lights in various shops on both sides make Myeongdong a real Myeongdong at night.

It's not inferior to the crowds during the day, and it's even more lively. The various snacks on the streets are colorful and mouth-watering.

Li Xuehao and his group of more than a dozen people had just finished eating and were not tempted by the street snacks, so shopping became the group's greatest pleasure.

As Seoul's fashion street, Myeongdong is like a chessboard. There are large and small alleys around this kilometer-long main street. On both sides of these roads, various high-end brand-name shops, clothing and footwear are densely gathered. , electrical appliances, groceries and cosmetics, everything is available.

Almost all large shopping malls, department stores and various stores are equipped with Chinese-speaking clerks. From this alone, you can see where the most powerful consumers come from.

Not only that, but Chinese signs can be seen everywhere on the neon lights on the roadside. If you remove the Korean characters, it would almost make people think that this is not in South Korea, but on the streets of a lively city in China.

With Li Meixi, a local, as the leader, everyone will not take the wrong path. As they enter one store after another, everyone has more and more bags in their hands. This has completely become a shopping trip.

Li Xuehao was the most leisurely one. I don’t know if everyone was reluctant to part with the things they just bought or because they had a tacit understanding, but no one gave him the bags in their hands.

Of course he was happy and relaxed, but he was also a little bored. For girls, shopping is a sport that can forget all their worries, but for him, it was much less interesting.

After walking for a while, perhaps seeing that he was not in high spirits, Chiba Sayuri approached and whispered: "Haoji-kun, if you are tired, go back and rest first."

"No, Sayuri, I'm not tired." Li Xuehao knew that this was a euphemism. In fact, she was saying that if you are bored, you can do what you like. "Why don't you go shopping first and let me know when you get back?" , I look around."

"Okay." Chiba Sayuri agreed.

Li Xuehao left alone. Even the most clingy Yuko Sawai could not pay attention to him for the time being, because she had already been lost in the dazzling array of products.

It feels a little more relaxed to leave the big army and not have to follow a dozen girls into one store after another. You can move around freely.

Myeongdong is more lively at night than during the day, and the streets are full of people. Li Xuehao is just an inconspicuous member among them. He regards himself as an ordinary tourist, so he is not bored.

The streets and alleys of Myeongdong extend in all directions. As he walked, an unusually lively place in front of him caught his attention.

He walked over and found that among the crowds on the third and third floors, five or six girls in short skirts and short-sleeved T-shirts were dancing passionately. There was a man next to him holding a microphone. He seemed He is the "master of ceremonies" at the scene.

The girls who danced hotly were all young. Although they all wore delicate and thick makeup, it could be seen that they were all in their early 20s on average.

With just one glance, Li Xuehao understood that this was something similar to a "street performer", not as professional as the Junpei Shimajima group he had seen during the day.

Despite this, they still attracted the attention of tourists on the street. Judging from the crowd of onlookers on the three floors inside and outside, they received a warm welcome.

There is a reason for this. Not all of the dancing girls are beautiful, but their youthful age and cool clothes make their beautiful figures a beautiful sight.

There is no doubt that most of the onlookers are men. Although there are women, they are relatively few.

Li Xuehao didn't have any dirty thoughts, he just admired it, but after watching it for a while, he planned to leave.

When he turned around to go out, a figure bumped into him. Because there were people on both sides and behind him, Li Xuehao did not avoid it and was hit by the other person.

He himself was motionless, but the opponent was thrown away by the force of the rebound and fell to the ground.

"It hurts!" came a clear female voice. It was a girl, rubbing her sore head and crying out in pain.

"Jimei, are you okay?" Another figure ran over to help her up and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." The girl who fell shook her head and seemed to have a slight concussion. She raised her head and stared at the "culprit" angrily, "Hey, you hit someone, shouldn't you say sorry? ?”

"I said I'm sorry?" Li Xuehao frowned. This was a girl with heavy makeup, about the same age as the dancing girls surrounded by the crowd, but the villain complained first. It was obviously her who took the initiative to bump into him. , actually asking him to apologize, is it a ploy?

This is definitely not a malicious speculation, because the other party just wanted to hit him intentionally, Li Xuehao was sure of this.

"You didn't say it, did I?" The girl glared at him fiercely.

Li Xuehao felt more and more that he might have really encountered a cheater. Judging from the other party's reluctance, he should discuss the issue of "compensation" next.

"Jimei, just forget it's okay." The companion who helped her up was also a girl. She didn't seem to be colluding with her companion, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to say such a thing.

"We can't just let it go. You know, I was knocked down." The girl refused, and the companion beside her stopped talking and stood quietly aside.

Only then did Li Xuehao realize that her companion wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and didn't wear too much makeup, but gave people a refreshing and clean look. Especially, he looked familiar to him.

If it was someone he had met, it was impossible for him to forget it, but he was sure that he had never seen this girl with black-rimmed glasses, but why did he feel familiar?

"Hey, aren't you apologizing yet?" The girl who touched porcelain glared at him, as if she didn't want to let him go just like that, "Shuzhen, if he doesn't apologize, please go and kill the ten stalls our school has set up nearby. Invite some Taekwondo seniors."

Shuzhen?

Li Xuehao automatically ignored her next words, but the name made his heart move. He looked at the girl with black-rimmed glasses carefully and finally understood why he looked familiar to her. It was because of her appearance and the appearance of Aunt Xingai. Daughter Shujia looks a bit like her, plus her name, isn't this Aunt Xingai's eldest daughter, Shuzhen?

This is a true academic master, a peerless genius who can learn anything at once. I didn't expect to meet her here by such a coincidence.