my stealth fighter

Chapter 258 Spring

In the morning, Jiang Chanji got up, washed and dressed, and went out. When he closed the door, the doors next to him on the left and right were also opened at the same time, as if the movement of him going out was specially used as a signal.

"Good morning, good morning." He said awkwardly to the left and right twice.

Chen Yiyi nodded, and also nodded to No. 33 as a greeting.

No. 33 responded to Chen Yiyi's greeting with a nod, but said to Jiang Chanji, "Don't talk to me specifically."

"Even if the neighbors meet when they go out, they should at least say hello, right?"

Jiang Chanji felt that she was a little shy, after all, this kind of ordinary people's daily life was her first experience.

After going downstairs, to his surprise, the landlady's complexion was not very good, the amount of oil on her face was [-]% more than usual, obviously she stayed up late last night.

He didn't expect that after the landlord aunt posted the question "What kind of experience is it to have the physique of a troubled girl" on the Internet yesterday, she intended to pretend to ask herself to answer, but some sand sculpture netizens were puzzled by the style. The post made fun of her, saying that she was daydreaming, so she almost scolded netizens all night.

"Ah! Who is this child?"

When she came to the public bathhouse, Aunt Wenhua couldn't help being a little surprised when she saw No. 33 following them. She looked at No. 33 carefully, and always felt that No. 33's appearance, temperament and other attributes were a little different from ordinary Chinese girls. But I can't tell what the difference is.

"Uh, she is a short-term exchange student from abroad, temporarily living in a rented apartment." Jiang Chanji bit the bullet and explained, "Her name is No. 33."

Aunt Wenhua was taken aback again, thinking that she had heard it wrong, and blamed: "It's not a good boy to call someone a nickname."

"It's not a nickname, her... parents... um... are unreliable, because the protagonist in a game they like to play is called No. 33, so they named their daughter by this name, haha... No. Do parents surnamed Wang name their children 'Glory of the King'? These parents, that's enough! Aren't you afraid that after a few years, the outdated game will not be as good as a dog?"

Jiang Chanji talked nonsense, and peeked at No. 33. She was not angry, probably because she didn't care about her dispensable biological parents.

"Really? That's really...inappropriate." Aunt Wenhua was dubious. She had also heard similar news. These young parents are sometimes too capricious.

"Hi, I'm No. 33." No. 33 bowed slightly.

"Come inside and sit for a while, drink tea and eat some snacks to rest your belly, Zixuan got up a little late this morning." Aunt Wenhua greeted.

"Thank you, but no need, I'll just wait outside for a while." No. 33 declined.

However, her attitude of deliberately keeping a distance was useless in front of the enthusiastic Aunt Wenhua. Aunt Wenhua simply walked behind her, pushed her into the room forcibly, and then brought them refreshments.

Aunt Wenhua asked No. 33 curiously, but No. 33 was clumsy, and sometimes Jiang Chanji had to fool her.

"Zixuan studied late last night?" Jiang Chanji changed the subject.

"Well...it's not very late, but I didn't sleep well." Aunt Wenhua laughed.

"Oh."

Insomnia is normal, so Jiang Chanji didn't ask any more questions, and Aunt Wenhua didn't intend to continue the topic.Last night was the turning point for Zixuan to turn from a girl to a young girl. It is normal to toss around in the middle of the night. Even if everyone is a "girl", it is not convenient to discuss this kind of thing publicly. After all, Zixuan is quite shy.

After a while, Zixuan walked out of the room yawning, looked at them sensitively, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, go to school quickly, don't be late." Aunt Wenhua urged.

While eating snacks, Jiang Chanji glanced at Zixuan casually, feeling that her face was flushed, and wondered if she had a fever?But if she had a fever, Aunt Wenhua had no reason not to know, so she forgot about it.

The four of them marched towards the school together, and No. 33 fell behind and did not go forward with them.

"If you look like this, others will think we bullied you when they see it." Jiang Chanji turned around and said.

33 ignored him, but looked up at the branches.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

"Flowers," she replied simply, "the flowers on the tree are blooming, and spring is here."

Jiang Chanji and the three of them also raised their heads to look at the treetops.

Sure enough, little flowers appeared on the treetops, white flowers with pink stamens in the middle, small and delicate.

Jiang Chanji has been living in the school these days, shrouded in the shadow of Kali all the time, not in the mood to look around, and did not notice that the footsteps of spring have quietly come.

"What kind of tree is this? It looks like a cherry blossom tree, but it's not." No. 33 asked suspiciously.

"Uh……"

Jiang Chanji was stumped by this question. To him, any tree is just a tree.

Zixuan looked carefully at the details of the trees and flowers, and said, "It seems to be Mai Li."

"Mai Li? What is this?" Jiang Chanji heard this name for the first time.

"It's also a plant in the Rosaceae family, so it's a close relative of the cherry tree... Many people thought it was a cherry tree, but they actually mistook Mai Li for a cherry blossom, but it's pretty much the same anyway." Zixuan explained.

"Okay, let's get up. Whether it's Sakura or Mai Li, it's pretty good." Jiang Chanji nodded.

Zixuan curled her lips, "Telling you this is like chewing peonies."

No. 33 stared obsessively at the branches of the wheat plum tree. On the way here yesterday afternoon, the row of wheat plums on the side of the road just pulled out some young leaves, and it turned out to be prosperous overnight.

One night is short and long.

It is short because there are only about ten hours, and it is long because many things will change quietly overnight.

No. 33 seems to be back at the Ninja Academy, training hard in the cherry blossoms flying in the sky.

"Ah!"

She sneezed a little and rubbed her sore nose.

"What's wrong? Have a cold?" Jiang Chanji asked.

"No... just some pollen allergies." No. 33 shook his head.

She remembered that since she was a child, she was allergic to pollen and sneezed every spring, but after entering the Ninja Academy, she was no longer allergic, because the ninja mask blocked the pollen.

Fast forward a few years, and she sneezes again in the spring, because this spring, she probably won't be wearing a mask.

"Do you want to wear a mask?" Jiang Chanji kindly reminded.

"No, it's fine to sneeze occasionally." No. 33 shook his head again, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Are you okay with sneezing?
Jiang Chanji didn't understand her brain circuit, isn't it uncomfortable to sneeze?

What a weirdo!

But forget it, it's none of his business anyway.

(End of this chapter)