that JK is a boy

That JK is a boy with water drops and rocks

Qiu Xue was brought to Dongying (Japan) by her uncle to study, and initially attracted attention because she looked like Baota Rikka.

Later, he was pursued by many people because of his cold personality and virtuous character.

Whether it is friends and elders, or an unrelated sister, the growing possessiveness makes him physically and mentally exhausted.

Oh yes, he is a man.

Volume 1: The Vulnerable Transfer Student

Chapter 1: Uncle's Visit

The morning light in Wencheng is dim today.

Qiu Xue came to the cemetery as usual. Because of Friday, he was the only one who came here. He presented white lilies to his mother as usual, and then stood up and looked at the tombstone.

"Should I go to Japan with him?" He murmured in a low voice.

Gudong!

Looking at the slender figure in the cemetery, Shen Yong who was hiding outside the cemetery swallowed his saliva, his face flushed slightly.

He has had a crush on Qiu Xue since junior high school.

It's just that due to his status in the class next door and various other reasons, he has been unable to confess.

After finally graduating from junior high school, with the encouragement of her friends, she decided not to let her youth down. Unexpectedly, the teacher in her class kept nagging, and when their class ended, Qiu Xue’s class had already been dismissed.

Fortunately, the best friend gave Qiuxue the route to get on the bus. He hurriedly followed and came all the way here. When he found out that this was a cemetery, he sighed.

How can anyone confess after someone else's visit to the grave?

But come and come, peek at the crush for a while before leaving.

When he continued, he didn't notice a fat man coming behind him...

"Ouch!"

The screams outside the cemetery made Qiu Xue tremble. She turned around and looked back, and saw the familiar strange man walking towards him, wiping his hands.

The man is slightly fat, about 1 meters tall, with a scar on his right hand, an aniseed beard on his mouth, and white sideburns.

He is Qiu Xue's uncle. He was born in Dongying in his early years, and his name is Xingde Shusuke. Now he is a well-known mystery novelist in Dongying, and his novels are even popular in China.

Two years after his mother died of illness, that is, before the end of the third semester of junior high school, the other party suddenly returned to China, came to him, and wanted to pick him up to study in Dongying.

Said that the formalities and documents have been completed, as long as you nod your head, you will be on the plane to Japan in a few days.

Yes, this is very tempting for him who has no savings and no relatives willing to adopt, but they are just strange relatives after all, and no one can guarantee what will happen in the past...

His thin pink lips parted slightly: "Sorry, I still don't know how to trust you."

He directly expressed his concerns and distrust, but he also implicitly asked the other party to give a strong guarantee.

Xingde Shusuke was stunned, then bent slightly, looked at his nephew who looked like a young girl and said: "It really looks like your mother, no matter in appearance or personality."

Qiu Xue was a little unaccustomed to the other party's direct gaze, so she turned her face away and looked away.

Xingde Shusuke got up slightly, opened his collar, took out a letter from the inside and handed it to Qiu Xue.

Qiu Xue blinked.

The envelope in front of him was dark yellow in color, and the ink stains on the bottom could be vaguely seen, and a stale smell came over his face.

"What do you mean?"

"She left it to you."

"Her?" Qiu Xuemei opened her eyes slightly, and reached out to take it.

Gently opened the envelope, only to feel that the paper is thin and brittle, as if it will be crushed into powder in the next second.

After the envelope was opened, Qiu Xue's eyes turned red from the familiar handwriting. That's right, it was his mother's handwriting. Both he and his mother love to write, so they couldn't be too familiar with handwriting.

The contents of the envelope are not only full of entrustment and love for him, but also mentioned that his uncle Qiu Weimin, who is Xingde Shusuke in front of him, is trustworthy.

"..."

"You are the only one with her handwriting." Xing Dexiu seemed to see through Qiu Xue's latent doubts, he spread his hands and said, "Such delicate handwriting is rarely able to be completely imitated."

After finishing speaking, he took out the red notebook and gel pen from his pocket, wrote a few words casually, and passed them to Qiu Xue.

The handwriting is not as graceful and gentle as Qiu Xue's mother and child, but neat and orderly, just like a textbook, without any writing style at all, just like the fonts on printed textbooks.

"When was this letter written?"

“When in Japan”

"She has been to Dongying? I understand, please give me a few days." Qiu Xue lowered her head so that people could not see his face clearly.

Xingtoku Shusuke nodded slightly, and turned sideways.

Qiuxue took advantage of this gap to pass through and walked out of the cemetery.

Xingde Xiusuke retracted his gaze and looked at the tombstone in front of him, "Sister You, to be honest, I am still quite dissatisfied with your choice of big brother Qiu as the country. I am still a little jealous of big brother, and I also envy you for returning to your hometown."

"Don't worry, I will take care of Xiaoxue."

The breeze blew, making the white lily lying in front of the tombstone tremble slightly.

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"Squad leader Shen Yong from the next class? Are you okay?"

Qiu Xue, who had just walked outside the cemetery, felt worried and strange when she saw Shen Yong squatting beside a tree with his head in his arms.

"Ah? Oh, it's okay, it's okay." Shen Yong rubbed his head and stood up while blushing and said: "Okay, what a coincidence, Classmate Qiuxue."

"Well, is your head okay?"

"Ah this."

"He just hit a tree while playing with his mobile phone." Shusuke Xingde walked out of the cemetery at this time, and interrupted the conversation between the two.

Shen Yong nodded frantically, and echoed: "Yes, that's right."

Qiu Xue blinked, her slender eyelashes were like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"So that's the case, student Shen Yong, be careful next time."

"I know." Shen Yong smirked.

Qiu Xue turned around and took a look at Xingtoku Xiusuke, then left under the watchful eyes of Shen Yong and Xingtoku Xiusuke.

Xingde Xiusuke took the lead to look away, looked at Shen Yong and said, "Boy, you are very brave."

"Ah? Uncle Qiu, didn't I do what you asked?" Shen Yong didn't know why.

"Who is your Uncle Qiu? Do you like Qiu Xue?" Xingde Shusuke asked back.

Shen Yong blushed.

Xingde Xiusuke sighed, and immediately took out the cigarette case from his arms, took out one and lit it.

"He's going abroad to transfer schools."

Slap!The falling gift box and rising smoke bear witness to the disillusionment of a teenage boy.

When he came to the street, Shusuke Xingde saw Qiu Xue who was leaving on a bicycle in the distance, shook his head slightly, and immediately used the car key to open the black car parked next to him.

As soon as he got in the car, the phone rang in his car.

Instead of switching on the smartphone in his pocket, he took out a Nokia from the car and pressed the button to switch it on, and the smartphone that was ringing stopped for one of them.

"1949?"

"Dawn of Victory."

"The matter has been settled on our side, but Qiu Xue's identity may be somewhat flawed."

"I understand that the comrades in Dongying have done this for my personal affairs, and I am already very satisfied."

"Qiu Xue's information must be revised, even changing her gender to female, otherwise there will be contradictions in your early background."

"I will do ideological work with him."

"Not involved here?"

"Don't get involved."

He got an answer on the other end of the phone and hung up the phone.

Shusuke Kotoku also shut down Nokia immediately.

I'm sorry, Xiaoxue, I have wronged you for being a girl for three years.

Wait, I forgot to tell Xiaoxue that Xixia was coming.

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"who are you?"

When Qiu Xue returned to the door of the house, she saw a girl with dark shoulders standing at the door early.

"My stepfather should have told you, right? Although I'm not related by blood, I'm still your sister!" The black-haired girl smiled and said in half-baked Chinese: "My name is Xingde Xixia, please give me your advice in the future."

Kotoku Yuka?elder sister?

The other party seems to be a little familiar?Isn't it said that Japanese people are relatively introverted?Am I being stereotyped?

Looking at the beautiful girl in front of her who looked somewhat similar to herself, Qiu Xue was filled with no less than ten questions, and at the same time felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

On the opposite side, Xingde Xixia was also full of doubts, but unlike Qiu Xue, she only had one.

Such a beautiful cousin, it must be very comfortable to rub, right?

Xingde Xixia looked at Qiu Xue, and the other party's dark hair that was slightly above the neck exuded a moist luster (①), revealing the beautiful eyes of doubt and the beautiful appearance that contained a breathtaking charm.

Especially the snow-white and clean skin, which was so beautiful that there was a shimmer of light, as seductive as the moonlight.

So good!I wish he had long hair!

Kotoku Yuka stretched out her hand calmly while cheering inwardly.

Chapter 2: Sick and Weak Attributes

[Three days ago, I met a cousin named Xingde Yuka. 】

[Long hair with a shawl, very beautiful, one year older than me, studying at Kitano Yuying High School (①) in Osaka, I will also take the exam at that school, I heard that it is one of the best high schools. 】

[My aunt heard that her name was Ryoko Kotoku, and she married her uncle a year ago. 】

【Well, that's right, Aunt Liangzi must have been tricked by her uncle's rhetoric, just like he tricked me into going to Japan. 】

After finishing writing the diary, Qiu Xue closed the notebook, turned around and looked at the uncle whose mouth was twitching slightly.

"Are you not shy about writing a diary?"

"How can there be a diary written only for yourself?"

"..." Xing Dexiu was silent.

In the words of young people, the "niece" in front of me is a standard black-bellied.

Fortunately, at this time, Xingde Xixia walked into the study bedroom and interrupted the two of them.

"It's almost time to get on the plane." Xingtoku Xixia said cheerfully, "If it's later, we might have to change the ticket!"