My Girlfriend is Yingriri

Kiyosuke Hashima fastened his seat belt, and the car quickly set off.

"I still have to go to work, so I don't have time to go together. Only the two of you are going to Kamakura." Kiyotaki Guixiang pursed her lips and said, "Qingjie, the money will be handed over to you."

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded: "Leave it to me."

"If Yinzi loses a hair, you will be responsible."

"This is definitely impossible." Kiyosuke Hashima gently pulled the corner of his lower lip, and complained, "The average person's hair is about [-], and the normal metabolism will lose about [-] hairs every day. It is impossible not to lose it." Hair."

"Impossible?" Kiyotaki Guixiang tilted her head, "When I wake up every morning, I will see at most one or two hairs on the pillow. How can there be as many hairs as you said, where is the silver?"

Yinzi pursed her pink lips, shook her head and said, "Me neither."

Kiyosuke Hashima ruthlessly exposed the truth: "I don't lose much hair when I sleep, what about when I take a shower?"

"..."

Those black hairs blocking the floor drain are not hairs, so they can't be [beep——].

"Sister Guixiang, how's your running exercise going?" Hashima Kiyosuke asked.

"Eh?" Kiyotaki Guixiang looked away and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I run every day."

"Sister Guixiang's running time has been getting shorter and shorter recently." Yinzi sat in the back and said mercilessly, "I only ran for three minutes last night before going to take a shower."

Kiyosuke Hashima looked at Kiyotaki Guixiang: "Is it at least ten minutes a day?"

"It was hot and humid last night. Although it was only three minutes, my clothes were already sweaty." Qing Taki Guixiang blushed slightly, "Actually, it's about the same?"

"No." Kiyosuke Hashima said, "You must run for ten minutes."

You think it's almost the same, but it's actually much worse!

Three minutes is not counted as running, it's called warming up, it will make you hungry, and it won't even help you lose weight!

As we all know, running is the easiest way to lose weight, but the first ten minutes of running are basically useless - when running, blood sugar will be consumed first to provide energy, and then fat will be burned, so if you want to lose weight, you must run at least half a day. Hours.

As for those people who just ran a few laps on a whim, don't worry about losing weight. They should eat and drink what they should, and don't make things difficult for themselves.

"Qing Jie actually murdered me?"

"Who killed you?" Kiyosuke Hashima couldn't help complaining, "When you bought the treadmill, you told us to supervise you, right?"

Yin Zi testified from the side: "That's right."

"..."

Talking all the way, I soon arrived at the Shinkansen station.

Kiyotaki Guixiang parked the car neatly on the side, turned off the car, pulled out the key, got out of the car, sent Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko to the entrance of the Shinkansen station, and then took out two shoguns: "This is what I went to the day before yesterday. The victory guards that the shrine asks for, one for each person.”

Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko took Mimoru with their hands, and thanked them together: "Thank you, Sister Guixiang."

Amulets are talismans. There are almost no such things as amulets in China, but amulets have not died out in Japan. On the contrary, they have become more and more prosperous. There are many kinds of omamori, longevity omamori, and marriage omamori. People who go to the shrine Basically buy a dollar or two.

"Let's go to the competition." Kiyotaki Guixiang waved her hand, and when it was time to part, she couldn't hold back after all, with a look of sadness in her eyes, "I'll come pick you up after the competition."

Little Luobotou, who used to follow behind me and call her sister, has already challenged on the road to becoming a professional chess player in a blink of an eye. Only I am still standing still, and I have not even been able to cross the threshold of the Women's Association. The sourness in my heart can be imagined .

Actually, Kiyosuke Hashima really doesn’t think Kiyotaki Katsura is a loser——

Good looking.

Good figure.

Elegant temperament.

harmonious family.

He has received higher education, has a stable job, an independent and sound personality, and has even achieved the ultimate achievement of financial freedom... He is a serious winner in life, and I don't know how many people want to exchange identities.

"Sister Guixiang, let's have a special training when you come back." Kiyosuke Hashima said.

"Eh?"

Qingtaki Guixiang looked up in surprise.

There is no such thing as empathy in the world. Kiyosuke Hashima cannot understand the anguish in Kiyotaki Guixiang's heart, but it can help her crush this anguish.

There is an age limit for the Women's Club, and you cannot join the club if you are over [-] years old. Qingtaki Guixiang is [-] years old this year, and there are still a few months before her birthday. , Difficulty falling asleep.

"Leave the rest to me and Ginko." Kiyosuke Hashima said, "Sister Guixiang just needs to receive special training."

Kiyotaki Guixiang is actually not weak at all. She may not be talented in shogi, but she is not an idiot. She is taught by a father who is a [-]-dan shogi player. With so many games of experience and accumulation from childhood to adulthood, her strength has already exceeded the requirements for membership. Elementary school students can join the club, but she can't?

Kiyosuke Hashima really didn't believe it.

"Well, Kiyosuke has really grown up." Kiyotaki Guixiang showed a smile, raised her hand and rolled up the hair around her ear, "Then I'll leave it to you for the rest."

As for Kiyotaki Kosuke... he is already a waste of money who is addicted to beautiful girl mobile games, so let's not mention it.

"Humph."

Hearing the words of growing up, Ginko couldn't help thinking of the scary objects he had seen before, his pretty face was slightly hot, and he held the folding fan and knocked Kiyosuke Hashima.

"What?" Kiyosuke Hashima turned his head to look at Ginko.

Yinzi pursed her pink lips and said expressionlessly, "Hands itch."

"Snapped."

A folding fan came knocking again, but Kiyosuke Hashima reached out to catch it.

Yinzi raised his chin: "It doesn't itch now."

"..."

Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko walked into the station, waited for a while, and then boarded a Shinkansen direct train on the Shonan Shinjuku Line and set off for Kamakura.

Tokyo is only an hour's drive from Kamakura. Many people even get up in the morning and take the Shinkansen to Tokyo for work, and then take the Shinkansen back at night. They are not even considered "outside".

There is nothing worth mentioning on the road. As the Shinkansen goes all the way south, the field of vision gradually widens, and the dense high-rise buildings become low-rise residential buildings.

At a quarter past ten in the morning, with the sea coming into view, Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko arrived in Kamakura.

"Take the Enoden to go to the hotel to put down the things first." Kiyosuke Hashima picked up the backpack, looked at Ginko and said, "Then go to the hall to register information, eat Kamakura's specialties at noon, and participate in the competition in the afternoon."

"Ah."

Ginko responded, followed behind Hashima Kiyosuke, and got off the Shinkansen. He didn't need to worry about such things as action planning, as long as he followed along.

Chapter 517 Walking in the Rain (Second Update)

Walking off the Shinkansen, the sky was filled with rain and fog like silk at some point.

"It's raining again." Yin Zi frowned lightly.

Foreign tourists may think that the rainy season is very artistic, but after staying for a long time, they will know that the humidity and heat of the rainy season are quite annoying.

Kiyosuke Hashima held up his umbrella, "Let's go, take the Enoden."

Ginko responded, walked under Kiyosuke Hashima's umbrella, and gently grabbed the corner of Kiyosuke Hashima's clothes, obviously not intending to hold the umbrella himself.

"Walking like this is easy to get wet." Kiyosuke Hashima said speechlessly.

Yinzi's small face froze: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and leave."

Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko entered the tram stop without going far, but they were not drenched by the rain, but there were many passengers on the train, most of whom were tourists visiting Kamakura.

Kamakura has a history of thousands of years, and has become Japan's three major ancient capitals along with Kyoto and Nara. Unfortunately, today, Kamakura is much smaller than Kyoto. One day is enough to go shopping, and the rest of the time is enough to take the Shinkansen back. Tokyo, don't interfere with tomorrow's class.

The tram moves slowly, and when you look around, you can see a low-rise building with steep eaves, which is not really majestic, but the hydrangeas that can be seen everywhere in the rain and fog, quietly blooming, have a bit of misty beauty.

As the name suggests, hydrangea flower is like a beautiful flower ball when it blooms. It is quite delicate and beautiful. It is also called hydrangea in Japan. It is one of the representatives of summer poetry. Almost every household in Kamakura will plant a cluster in the garden. A touch of dazzling bright color.

Speechless all the way.

When they arrived at Hase Station, Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko got off the train. The rain was still falling, Kiyosuke Hashima put up the umbrella again, and the rainwater scattered along the transparent umbrella surface.

"The temple in front is Kotokuin." Yinzi raised his eyes to look at the ancient buildings in the rain and fog.

Kiyosuke Hashima smiled and said, "Want to see the Great Buddha of Kamakura?"

Kotokuin has nothing to do with a certain map, it is a famous temple attraction in Kamakura, a holy place to check in.

"Yeah." Yinzi replied, "I've only seen the Great Buddha of Kamakura on my mobile phone, and I want to see what it looks like in reality."

"Take care of the matter at hand first." Kiyosuke Hashima thought for a while, "If everything goes well, it will be three or four o'clock after the game ends in the afternoon, and then come over to play."

Yinzi nodded lightly: "Okay."

When the two arrived at the booked homestay, Kiyosuke Hashima, a gentle proprietress in a kimono checked the information and checked in quickly.

Because it was not a professional-level shogi competition, the organizer did not contract board and lodging, and the contestants needed to solve it themselves. Kiyosuke Hashima took care of everything a few days ago.

Putting down the backpack and resting for a while, Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko left the hotel together, ready to have lunch.

It's still raining.

In a foreign country, on a strange street, the two of them held a transparent umbrella together, walking in the misty rain, even the humidity and sweltering heat seemed to have quietly dissipated.

Not long after walking, Ginko suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of Kiyosuke Hashima's clothes.

"Huh?" Kiyosuke Hashima looked across the road following Ginko's gaze, "Matcha ice cream...be careful to catch a cold and have a stomachache after eating it."

The lessons learned from hamster burial are right in front of us, so be careful of course.

Yinzi turned his head angrily: "I won't eat."

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded: "It's best not to eat."

"Snapped."

Yinzi raised his brows, and the folding fan in his hand came knocking.

Kiyosuke Hashima took the white fan empty-handed, "Let's go, the zebra crossing is ahead, don't cross the road."

Ginko snorted softly, followed Hashima Kiyosuke, and walked forward.

Crossing the road, Kiyosuke Hashima and Ginko went to the matcha shop and ordered two matcha ice creams. This shop divides the ice cream into five levels according to the concentration of matcha. Customers can choose the concentration and taste by themselves, although it seems that the color is different. .

"Which concentration do you want to eat?" Kiyosuke Hashima looked at Ginko.

Yinzi pinched his waist with one hand and said, "Of course I eat from the highest concentration."