The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

"Xuezi, I'm not sharing this with you to make you sympathize. Why are you sad about the past?" Yu Xianzhisheng took out a tissue from the car cabinet and handed it over.

"But, but..." Xuezi shed tears while wiping her tears.

Yu Xian sighed naively. He rarely told others about his past because he was worried that others would be gentle to him out of sympathy. He didn't like the tenderness of others' sympathy, like charity.

He doesn't need it either. He's been alone for so long that he's learned to keep himself warm.

"So, Xuezi, it's fate. You just have that money in your pocket, and I just want to come back with you. Both of these things are almost impossible, so you don't have to be afraid of it." Yu Xian comforted her naively, He reached out and wiped the tears from Yukiko's face with a tissue.

"Then why are you willing to come back with me?" Miyamoto Yukiko asked softly.

"Although it's shameless to say this, Xuezi is just as good-looking as me." Yu Xian's naive flattery came at the right time.

Yukiko Miyamoto chuckled shyly.

"Stupid boy, stop coaxing me."

"If you lie to Yukiko, I will be a puppy."

Yuxuan sat back on the seat and looked out the car window opposite Miyamoto Yukiko. Phew, Yukiko was finally coaxed. Coaxing a big baby is really different from coaxing a little girl. It's much more tiring. .

Why would you go with her?

Yuxian Zhisheng looked at the blue sky outside the car window and laughed.

Because she is colorless, just like myself.

The lonely, suspended, colorless bubbles wandering over the city will only be carefully shaken off in the heavy rain late at night. Mixed with the pattering rain, no one will notice them.

"The good days have just begun."

Yuxian smiled softly, "Xuezi, you can rely on me at any time. From now on, every hardship will bring me closer to you. Every time I think of this, I will have great courage in my heart."

"Children, you are so precocious." Miyamoto Yukiko pouted her lips slightly, acting like a little girl.

"Of course." Yuzuru said naively, "I'm worth one million yen, Yukiko."

As the teaching building was about to arrive, Miyamoto Yukiko remembered something and asked happily: "By the way, what did Principal Sawano Kazuki say to you? Did he invite you to Class S?"

Yu Xian shook his head naively and asked: "Xuezi, do you think life is a fairy tale?"

“Life is not a fairy tale, but to me, you are.”

Miyamoto Yukiko's eyes were sparkling.

"That's really an incredible thing to say." Yu Xian scratched his head in embarrassment, "Was that sentence just a word of love?"

"I won't be so gentle when it comes to love, I'm so naive." Xuezi smiled.

"If Xuezi likes someone in the future, she will chop him with a bamboo knife and scream that if she doesn't marry me, she will die. Is that so?"

"That day will never happen." Yukiko Miyamoto's cheeks were bulging.

"So, life is not a fairy tale. I just went on stage to perform one or two songs, and I learned them from the aunts in the orphanage. I can't compare with those hard-working and talented children like me. People who are mediocre can only consider studying hard so that they can get into a liberal arts university with acceptable scores."

Miyamoto Yukiko was a little disappointed: "You are right, Zhisheng. I didn't think carefully. I was a little too fanciful."

"Don't worry, Yukiko, I can't keep up with art, but I won't lose in studying!" Yu Xian, a young student, clenched his fists and looked full of enthusiasm, "I want to work hard and break into the top twenty in the class! "

"Come on! I will also work hard to make money and pay back all the money!" Xuezi also clenched her fists, and the vitality shone in her eyes, glowing with the seven colors of the rainbow.

The Nissan 240SX was parked in front of the school, and Yu Xian, a young boy, picked up his schoolbag.

He jumped out of the car and waved to Miyamoto Yukiko: "Don't forget to buy me a pen and paper. I'm going to start practicing painting tonight!"

"Yeah, get along well with your classmates at school and don't fight. I will drive to pick you up after school in the evening." Yukiko Miyamoto said loudly.

"Yukiko."

"Um?"

"Xuezi, please give me a hug before you leave."

Miyamoto Yukiko was stunned, and then she smiled beautifully. She really wanted to say this, but she was afraid of affecting Yuxian Zhisheng, so she was embarrassed to take the initiative to speak. Yuxian Zhisheng seemed to be able to see through her heart.

She nodded: "Okay."

The two people hugged each other, the blood in their veins was flowing, their fingertips were rubbing against the fabric, each other's quiet breathing could be heard clearly, their hearts were not beating so exaggeratedly, but they were beating happily, and their skin was trembling slightly because of the warmth. .

"Okay, I'm going to the new class." Yuxian took three steps and turned back.

Miyamoto Yukiko sat in the driver's seat and leaned against the car window, watching him enter the teaching building, and drove away with a smile. The game console in the bag lay quietly, and she forgot to give it away.

As always, she reached out to touch the bottle of medicine for treating depression, but when she picked up the bottle, she was stunned. There was a pattern on the medicine, but she didn't notice when Yu Xianzhisheng had drawn it.

The pattern shows two snowmen holding hands, one big and one small. Below it is written "Xuezi, look, we are scaring away all the loneliness!"

Are we scared away from loneliness?

Is loneliness something that can be scared away?

Miyamoto Yukiko opened the car window with a smile and threw the small medicine bottle in her hand into the trash can on the roadside.

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Yu Xian's childish footsteps echoed in the teaching corridor of the general education area.

The old wooden windows exude a heavy fragrance.

The girls' feet stepped on the wooden boards, making a sound that echoed in the corridor.

He stood at the door of the new class and opened the door gently.

More than forty pairs of eyes in the class were staring at him, full of disbelief.

The girls were collectively startled at first, and then looked at each other as happily as if they had been in a fireworks display.

Yu Xian looked at the stunned head teacher on the stage and lowered his head: "Sorry, I was busy just now, so I'm late."

The class teacher on the stage looked down at the list in his hand and browsed it over and over again until he confirmed Yu Xian's name in the last column. In fact, he was still unfamiliar with this name in the morning. He thought it was just a nice name. He is a good transfer student, and he plans to give him a candy first when he comes.

However, when Vice-Principal Okuhata stood on the stage and called out that the students of Hanzuru will challenge the art education area, and the ones who will challenge are the talented boys and girls of Class S... From the bottom of his heart, he is very happy. I want to shred the transfer list in my hand, and then run to the dean's office to bow and apologize - I really can't handle this kind of thorny student, please send him away in another class.

Then, Yu Xian was standing on a high ceremonial podium. There was no golden rain for celebration above his head, and there were no fireworks like those on the TV stage. But he said unceremoniously - he I felt like I saw the light.

The applause and cheers around him almost deafened him. He stood up and clapped vigorously, while showing off to the teachers next to him - oh, this kid is in my class, don't you envy me Imai?

Then he was laughed at by the teachers.

Hey hey hey, Mr. Imai, no, no, no, you don’t really think that such a student will enter your class, are you dreaming, are you crazy about performance appraisal?

Imai Katsujun, who has served as the second class teacher for five years, burst into tears on the spot, as if thinking of that scene - the junior student Yuzuru tore up the admission list, walked to the dean's office and bowed - I really don't want this kind of useless class teacher Come on, please transfer me to a better class.

so now.

Teacher Imai Katsuhiro felt like he was in a dream.

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