Jockey girl, the undefeated black ghost

"Heh." Sunday Tranquility laughed, "Haha, hahaha."

"That's right, whether it's day or night, whether there are many or few people, you just need to show yourself quietly as usual."

"Then the result in people's eyes is just a process we must go through."

"And I'm also looking forward to how far you can imitate other people's actions."

Last time, due to the speed limit, I couldn't break out in the end.

As a result, Sunday Tranquility, who had already reached the finish line, waited for a long time, thinking that Mu Xuan had lost her way and was about to look for her through the glass when the other party slowly chased someone over.

Sure enough, the street cannot replace the runway, and the training location can only be chosen in Treyson.

Before the official game, for the time being.

It's just a little troublesome.

"Every time I need to go to the cafe room to borrow training clothes."

The "Emperor"'s ban has not been lifted for several weeks, and the patrols have not stopped. The discipline committee members are investigating whether there are suspicious persons every day.

Don't they feel tired?

Wouldn't you consider things like the government's coercion against the people?

"Anyway, I hope the cafeteria won't mind..."

"I wouldn't mind... what?"

A dark voice came with the wind.

Immediately, there was a chill down her spine, and a black-haired girl with the same appearance as herself came behind her at some point.

"Although I know... your body will be seen by others for special reasons, but if you always move around, it will make me very embarrassed."

"Gu..."

As if someone had pinched his throat, Mu Xuan couldn't make a sound, and even Sunday Tranquility was completely quiet.

"Yesterday Ling Amazon asked me...why I didn't come back with her and where did I go, which made her very worried."

She spoke in an emotionless voice.

"But I went to bed early and didn't go out at night."

"..."

"In the middle school, there is a child named Emperor Donghai. She also looks at me a little strangely."

"It's not like someone else, who resisted me in their eyes... On the contrary, it feels like I owe her something..."

emperor!What are you doing, my lord!

"And in the morning, classmate Orihime, who was in love with me, suddenly talked to me...and asked me some strange questions."

Obviously only met once last night?

The kid who looks like a street corner ghost.

"And Erie Tachyon—"

Having said that, the teahouse's voice finally fluctuated, as if suppressing some anger.

"She said that I was always in and out of the room frequently, and wanted to feed me her special medicine for diarrhea... But that day, I only went in and out of the room once."

She approached behind the girl who was very similar to her figure, and said in a gloomy tone.

"No matter what...you have used my identity too frequently recently, there are too many people you don't know who have relationships with me..."

With a personality that is not good at communicating with other people, she can't cope with the changing sight at all.

Especially in the special week as a junior, I almost guessed the identity of the 'friend' directly.

However, she didn't guess in the direction of the ghost, but felt that the cafe used a special method to escape the eyes of everyone and ran to the arena.

Looking at those big watery eyes, Manchester Teahouse spent all of its time thinking and made up a lie that even he didn't believe, so he could get away with it.

'That suit...it's actually very common, many people are wearing it, I just followed the trend and wore it, and on the field, I was next to Ari Tachoko...She can testify for me, the person on the field is not me. '

Fortunately, the girl's mind is relatively simple, and after a few simple questions to Eri Tsubaki, she is convinced of the teahouse's answer.

Even so, the cafe still felt guilty for deceiving the younger generation, and felt depressed.

"Even if people will see you, if you stay in the room, there will be no problem...For example, you can read a book with me in the classroom, or...talk with me, it's fine..."

She put her hands behind her back and leaned out, "What do you think?"

She carried an unusually strong aura.

Mu Xuan was very flustered.

The deity of the teahouse has suffered a lot because of the problem of stealing his identity.

Even if her tone didn't fluctuate too much from the beginning to the end, Mu Xuan could still hear the faint resentment in her mouth.

But I feel that this resentment is not caused by her causing various problems.

On the contrary, it is a resentment of being abandoned.

Is this reasonable?

"I understand." Sunday Tranquility finally spoke.

"I used to always be by her side..."

Now I spend very little time with the tea house. Except for the night training, I basically spend the day outside, being taught by Sunday Tranquility, or going to the library to learn about Ma Niang.

So there are often rumors that the teahouse has been sitting in the library, but was witnessed by someone on the training ground.

Let the teahouse fall into all kinds of weird talks.

Although there are also shadow clone techniques that are worshiped by some horse girls, but these are not important.

The current cafe in Manchester urgently needs to replenish the energy called 'friends'.

Under the gaze of those amber-like golden pupils, the girl nodded irresistibly.

Chapter 40 Once upon a time

By chance, she opened her eyes.

By chance, she met her.

Once, Manchester Tea House had a wonderful dream.

I can't remember the content of the dream now.

However, she still had that feeling in her heart.

It's just... awesome.

……

In the room, two black figures sat side by side.

"The spiral staircase extends into the glass-colored sky, and below it, the golden ocean waters the shining gem trees, and it keeps climbing until it sees... the courtyard that blows in the evening wind."

"I like the words inside very much, just like the rainy day, the ants crouching behind the leaves, the tentacles on their foreheads swaying gently, letting the soft mist surround themselves..."

She was introducing the contents of the book to her 'friend', and this was the first time she had said so many words.

Not only that, but this is also the first time that Manchester City Café sits with 'friends', and usually even if they can chat and talk, they still keep a certain distance.

And now, the teahouse could even hear her faint breathing coming from her body.

My 'friend', someday in the future, can be seen by all.

When reading, the eyes of Manchester Teahouse always glanced at her from time to time.

Just thinking about it is incredible.

She is not like Princess Maria in fairy tales, who is resurrected by a special method.

'Friends' are still ghosts.

As always, stay in the mirror.

But now, she can touch things.

It's not like before, after a long touch, the body passes through it.

My own clothes are being worn on my 'friend' without any abnormality.

In fact, the teahouse has been aware of it for a long time.

Back in the dormitory, the order of the clothes in the closet has changed, and the training clothes seem to have been worn.

That person was of similar size to her, knew her habits, and was in the group training time every time, without anyone being absent.

Only she and Snow Beauty have the door lock key, so it is clear who can freely enter and exit the house.

It is the 'friends' around me.

It really seems...

Looking at her profile, Manchester Teahouse couldn't help but think.

After changing into school uniforms, there was almost no difference between the two.

Long bangs covered her face, and through the gaps in her hair, the tea seat could vaguely see her pretty cheeks, her snow-white skin, and her pair of golden eyes that were indistinguishable from hers.

As if they were real people.

A person who can give warmth.

"What do you think of this book?" Manchester City Cafe asked.

"It's...a very rich book." She replied calmly.

"I think so too. Every time I read it, I feel at peace."

"Well, I feel the same way," said 'Friend'.

However, the truth is that if there was a heart, it would have penetrated through the chest by now, and ran outside to cause a major earthquake on the spot.

too close!It's so close!

Although I know that I have very little time with you recently, it is not necessary to be dragged into the room to read books together for several hours!

Will this make up for previously lost time?

She also wants to learn Ling Amazon's running skills to prepare for the next break into the [New Zealand Cup].

The plan really can't keep up with the changes.

By the way, they were originally sitting on both sides of the sofa, but when they were listening to the Manchester City Teahouse reading in a gentle voice, the two of them were close to each other before they knew it. She didn't know who moved it.

"Occasionally, I also imagine that colorful feathers appear behind me, floating in the sky."

"Then use your favorite perspective to watch the world."

She kept talking until her voice was dry before she stopped.

Even professional storytellers will talk for a while and rest for a while. The Manchester Teahouse, who usually doesn't like to talk very much, feels that he has almost exhausted the words in his next life.

"By the way, I bought some new coffee..." She got up and came to the desk with a black packing box on it.

"I don't know about you, can I have something to drink?"

drink?

I haven't tried it yet.

Since becoming a ghost, the desire for food seems to have been cut off from the seven emotions and six desires, and he will not feel hungry or thirsty, let alone pay attention to food.

It should be fine if it has teeth and a mouth, right?

The question is where does the food go.

There is no stomach, no need to digest, so is it possible to stay in it after eating it?What if you burrow yourself into the mirror and leave the food in your stomach outside?

Just thinking about that scene made her uncomfortable.

But the theory needs to be verified by facts, the girl still stretched out a finger and said.

"a cup of coffee……"