Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

Seeing the indifferent expression on Xiaosan's face, Chika Fujiwara didn't say anything, but quietly leaned on Xiaosan's shoulder.

Because of yesterday's reason, Xiaosan spent the whole day by Chika Fujiwara's side, using his own way to slightly make up for the dissatisfaction in the girl's heart.

It wasn't until evening that Xiaosan slowly returned to his home alone.

Fujiwara Chika originally wanted to invite Xiao San to her home as a guest, but Xiao San refused.

Now, for the time being, Xiaosan doesn't really want to see Fujiwara Chika's parents, let alone her other family members. He doesn't know at all what her family's attitude towards him is. Quite angry, and then asked him to leave Qianhua's side, saying that it would hurt Qianhua. Although this kind of bloody and old-fashioned, but it is really possible, he will definitely not be able to do it like the hero of the light novel , a sincere and stubborn passionate speech.

He has long been smoothed by the society, and there is no passion in his heart. Ideals and dreams are too far away for him, and he is just taking one step at a time.

"Well, although her family members may have known about my existence for a long time, maybe they have already known it."

But even this is not suitable.

He didn't want to establish a relationship with Fujiwara Chika so early.

Maybe it's because I'm worried about other people, or it's just because I'm afraid that I'm bound by something, I get it, and then lose it like I did at the beginning.

If you don't get it, you won't lose it.

He's like a coward.

"Go back?"

Thinking of his own home, which is empty now, only a cat squatting in the house, waiting for him, Xiao San couldn't help but cover his forehead.

"Ah, I don't really want to go back. The cat food given in the morning should still be left, right?"

After struggling for a while, Xiaosan still gave up the idea of ​​going home early, and then walked towards the bustling Shinjuku district in a dull manner.

At [-]-chome in the bustling Shinjuku district, Xiaosan casually walked in the direction of pedestrians, walking along the side of the street, except for those women who were attracting customers at the door and showing off, there were also those bearded ghosts who looked younger than him. Cowherd who is not inferior to the coquettishness of women.

Sometimes, Xiaosan doesn't understand why such a type can be welcomed by women, and there are also those cowherds whose monthly income exceeds tens of millions...

But after thinking that everyone has their own unique aesthetics, Xiaosan gave up pursuing this issue.

He casually found a quiet and clean bar, sat down, ordered a glass of sake, then sat in a corner, drinking alone in a sullen mood.

'When are you going back? '

'What do you do after you go back? '

'I didn't go to the office today, so there shouldn't be any problem, right? '

'I don't know how Qianhua is feeling today, it should be fine, right? '

'Speaking of which, when will the [-] million be paid off? '

The wine, drinking one glass after another, came back to his senses, and there was no wine in the wine bottle beside him.

Small bottles of sake are just that, very little.

Just a few sips, and the boredom is over.

He ordered a few bottles to the boss, and continued pouring one cup after another into his own mouth and into his stomach.

The body also gradually warmed up.

When he continued to pour it into his mouth, a figure was sitting at the same table as him, and then looked straight at Xiaosan, making Xiaosan, who was sulking with alcohol, stop his movements involuntarily, full of In the mouth that smelled of alcohol, I felt a dryness.

"You came?"

"How much more do you want to drink?"

"do not know."

"Enough?"

He didn't answer, just put the wine in the glass into his mouth, and then his eyes fell on the figure opposite him.

His consciousness was probably beginning to be invaded by alcohol, and he looked a little hazy when he looked at the figure of the other party.

But his consciousness told him that the person in front of him was not a phantom in his heart.

"Tell me, when will you be back?"

Under the influence of alcohol, Xiaosan didn't have any unnecessary entanglements and complications, he just asked the questions he was curious about naturally.

"a year ago."

"what."

He has absolutely no idea.

"Have you been following me all this time?"

"No, it just appears around you when there is nothing to do."

"Stalker, but I'm used to it."

"Senior Feng?"

"You know it too, that's right, it seems that you have met before? You two, even if you haven't met, you should at least know if you have Gui Xin."

The conversation was quite casual, and the topic was not fixed in any way. Xiaosan didn't hold back anyone he hadn't seen for a long time, and talked with the person opposite in a very casual tone.

"So now, have you calmed down?"