The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

"I understand, squad leader."

Kirishima nodded.

"Jun Tongma, are you really going to come on stage today?" Someone asked impatiently. "Compared with the one called Yu Xian?"

Tongma Hiirao nodded and looked down at his fingers. They were slender and white, with neatly trimmed nails. These were hands that were born to play the piano. He was only born for the piano.

"Hitomi Kuroki will also play, but I will do better than her." Kirima Hiiragi closed his eyes and calmed his breath, even though he knew it was difficult to do, Kuroki Hitomi's violin could kill and kill people The violin that saves people, this has almost become the myth and legend of Class S.

The student next to him was very upset: "It's not enough to kill a chicken, and it's enough for the people in Class A to go there."

"Hey! Do you look down on our Class A?" Someone stood up in the second row and shouted at the rows behind, "If you can't speak, just talk less, and if you don't know how to speak, just do it yourself, Class B, and don't let me listen. Until you fool!"

"It's alright." Tongma Hiirai smiled and turned around and said, "I like to play the piano, I'll play it for him."

"It's really convincing, Master Tongma." The person next to him gave a thumbs up and praised.

The few teenagers and girls were still awake in the world, waiting to watch the show with their arms crossed. Anyway, it was Hiroichi Kirima who appeared, and it didn't matter to them whether they succeeded or failed.

In the center of the group of these young girls, a young man with blond hair knocked on the chair in front, smiled and narrowed his eyes, he said softly, "Stop talking, I was woken up by you."

All the voices of discussion disappeared in an instant, and there was only the sound of rain.

As soon as Kirima Hiiraru turned his head and looked at the blond-haired boy, he swallowed, and the blond-haired boy smiled at him, raised his middle finger, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep smoothly.

Kirima Hiiragi's flattering smile froze, and then disappeared.

The rustling rain fell on the iron dome of the gymnasium, ticking like a tune played by the sky and the building. Yu Xian Zhisheng sat in the farthest corner of the entire hall, watching the spider in the corner hunt and kill a small one. insect.

He didn't know that he had become the focus of the crowd's discussion. He only knew that before the rain, the fish would all come out to take a big breath. Full.

Make sure to finish your homework in the shortest time possible on Saturday! Then go fishing!

Don't stop anyone!

......

Ten minutes before nine o'clock in the morning, the drum and bell of the school were rang, and the loud thumping sound penetrated the rain curtain and reached the gymnasium. The parents standing downstairs held up their umbrellas and walked like a school of fish into the sea. into the gym.

Miyamoto Yukiko was also among the crowd.

She was actually very happy in her heart, like a curious baby. Is this what it feels like to be a parent? She is so happy. When she sees the young student singing the school song and swearing with the group of children, will she feel excited and fall down? What about tears?

She didn't know it would rain today. The women of the Miyamoto family have always been taken care of very well. Except for swordsmanship, they are almost all nervous in life.

Even though the rain was getting bigger and bigger and her hair was slightly wet, Miyamoto Yukiko still couldn't hide her inner joy.

"I am the parent of Hiroichi Kirima, Kirima Michi." Suddenly a woman in an old-fashioned kimono came over and slapped the umbrella on Miyamoto Yukiko's head, but Miyamoto Yukiko was too tall, and the woman stood on tiptoe He also hooked an umbrella to her forehead.

Miyamoto Yukiko took the umbrella, and the two of them hid under the umbrella together and smiled at each other.

Surrounded by a group of well-dressed parents, they smiled and shook their heads when they saw the patch on the back of Kirima Michi's old kimono.

Are you not afraid of embarrassing your own children?

Tongma Michi took the initiative to speak: "Is Yu Xianjun your child?"

"Huh?" Miyamoto Yukiko panicked.

"What's the matter, did he fight with your child?"

Kirima Michi smiled softly and shook her head: "No, no, it's just that Hiroichi Kirima called before he went out this morning, and Principal Okaba called and said that your child is going to report the performance with my Kirima. I specially I want to meet you."

Reporting performance? !

Miyamoto Yukiko was almost stunned.

Does Yu Xian Zhisheng have any talent? I do not know how?

His voice is nice and his face is absolutely fine! But this is the Elementary School attached to Dongda Art University, a place where geniuses from the entire western part of Tokyo gather, and all of them are mature and do not look like children! After those famous families, you don't care if your face is good-looking and your voice is good, this is where the strength speaks.

Tongma Michi understood Miyamoto Yukiko's panic in an instant, and she felt a little relieved, and her tone became more relaxed: "No matter what, I hope these two children can become friends, if necessary, let my family Tongma. Take care of him."

Madam, you are so gentle! ! !

Miyamoto Yukiko grabbed the hand of Kirima Michi like a life-saving straw: "Although I don't know what happened, there is a competition, but please be merciful to your children, he just came here to study. , It is my responsibility to be ignorant of manners and to break taboos, if there is anything wrong, I will apologize."

Kirima Michi gently patted her hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, Hiirachi is not that kind of child, let's enjoy their report performance today."

Enjoy it, it's over.

Miyamoto Yukiko's feeling of anticipation was instantly extinguished, and she didn't even notice that the rain fell on her shoulders and slipped her body into black stockings, and she flinched when she looked at the grand entrance of the gymnasium.

Shame on shame! This time there is no way! The stubborn Yukiko felt powerless for the first time, but because she was a child, she found that she couldn't get angry.

You really hurt me, you idiot.

......

The gym was overcrowded, and the atmosphere was so hot that even the heavy rain outside the gym was scared away.

"Yu Xianzhisheng! Is Yuxianzhisheng here? Where is it!"

Suddenly, a bald dean walked in through the side door and shouted loudly.

Yu Xianzhi, who was sitting in the corner, raised his hand, thinking, is this my head teacher?

The bald head hurried over and stared at Yu Xian Zhisheng for a long time: "You are not allowed to sit here, stand up for me, stand up and listen to the principal's speech."

Yu Xian Zhisheng stood up and nodded slightly.

The bald head was stunned by his nodding. Obviously I was making things difficult for you. How did you do it like my superiors were greeting me.

So angry, I was deceived by the temperament of this child.

"Stand up straight! Look at how people sit!" The bald man said nothing, and slapped the table fiercely, "Sit or not, a student like you is a disgrace to Dongda Art. ."

As he spoke, he slapped the table heavily, attracting all the eyes around him.

These students don't know what it means to feel empathy. If they stood there by themselves, they would definitely be scared to death.

But when someone else stood there, snickering in their hearts, it was all over.

The competition hasn't even started yet!

It is estimated that this child will be scared to pee by the dean of the so-called 'Iron Masked Dog'?