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Done.
He looked at Aoba with disbelief.
"You haven't forgotten, have you?"
forget!?
It's impossible to forget.
That woman...
Qingye's brow twitched involuntarily.
Hiratsuka Shizuka.
A female hoodlum who's good at everything from smoking to fighting.
When I was in high school, I spent almost every day near Aoba.
She even said that if she didn't marry Aoba in this lifetime...
She herself is not getting married!
"Of course I remember, but Futaro, didn't you just find out where my shop is from Saitama?"
"Who would have known! That guy was preparing to take the teacher's exam and came to me for his old high school study materials..."
Futaro stammered and covered his face.
"Just then, Saitama sent her a message, and she happened to see 12."
"There's nothing I can do!"
Depend on!
Upon hearing this, Aoba gave Futaro the middle finger in annoyance.
This guy is still the same as he was in high school!
They're so incompetent!
"Alright, hurry up and eat."
Aoba shook his head as he looked at Futaro, who was still apologizing to him.
The three of them resumed their conversation.
Although Saitama is currently expressionless, he hasn't completely lost his emotions yet.
For a while.
A cheerful atmosphere filled the store.
Aoba smiled as she looked at the empty plates, then went back to the kitchen and started frying chicken nuggets again.
Back in high school, this was something that the three of us wouldn't dare order.
We finally get together today, so we have to make sure there's plenty to eat!
After all, we are one of the few friends in this world, and we have met again after going through some things.
Anyone would be excited.
At this time.
The shop door was opened again.
There are quite a few guests tonight.
Aoba thought to herself, but her body was still welcoming the guest.
"Welcome..."
When Aoba turned to look at the shop door, he was surprised again.
A sophisticated urban woman with an umbrella stood quietly at the door, calmly watching him.
Her delicate face appeared to be wearing light makeup.
The torrential rain outside did not affect her makeup.
only. . .
The black suit trousers were soaked through at the cuffs, and you could vaguely tell that their owner must have been very anxious.
He was clearly in a hurry, but he still put on a calm demeanor.
He let out a slow sigh.
She turned her head to avoid the astonished look in someone's eyes and looked around at this unremarkable izakaya in Tokyo.
She slightly pursed her lips, and inexplicably began to laugh:
"You open a shop in a place like this?"
"Ah."
"He doesn't even go to Tokyo University, but he opens a shop here!?"
"That's all in the past."
Aoba smiled slowly at the newcomer, the smile on her face remaining unchanged.
"So, what would you like to eat, Hiratsuka-kun?"
boom!
The woman slammed her hand on the table, grabbed Qingye by the collar, and stared intently at him.
Even though she could feel the warmth of his breath, she didn't let go.
"Hiratsuka-kun?"
The smile on her face seemed to be a recollection.
Or perhaps it was mocking the green leaves before it.
"Now... please call me Teacher Jing!"
"Okay, Ms. Jing, what would you like to eat?"
Aoba looked at the other person helplessly.
Too close.
He could even smell the faint scent of smoke emanating from the other person's fingertips.
And the makeup and powdery look on that delicate face.
"Don't worry about what we eat right now!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka just stared at Aoba like that.
At this moment, her eyes no longer darted away.
Those firm and straightforward eyes looked at Qingye, and then he took a deep breath.
He suddenly turned his head and glared at Futaro and Saitama.
"You two!"
"Turn your head around!!"
The woman's voice was so loud that it almost made the whole shop shake.
Uesugi Futaro was so frightened that his body visibly trembled.
He quickly looked away, turning Saitama's head over with him.
Silently drinking the beer that was already empty in his glass.
"Are you in such a hurry to show off your strength as soon as you arrive?"
Aoba sighed helplessly.
This guy is exactly the same as he was in high school, he hasn't changed at all!
But then he stared intently at those beautiful eyes for a long time.
It's good that things haven't changed.
At least it feels pretty good.
"Hey! What are you looking at?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed quite unhappy with Aoba's overly intimate gaze.
She glared at him loudly, pretending to be loud.
"It's nothing, Teacher Jing is still the same as before, she's fine."
"Get out of here!"
The woman remained unmoved by Aoba's praise.
Pulling at Qingye's clothes, he stood there. (Seven) (Four) 'The collar approached three centimeters again.'
Under the bright yellow light, her eyes showed displeasure:
"You promised to get married right after graduation, and then you just disappeared?"
During the two years that Aoba disappeared, Hiratsuka Shizuka searched for him for a long time.
As a result, this guy seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace whatsoever.
At that point, she was practically ready to go to the prosecutor's office to file a missing person notice!
"Who said it was good? Wasn't that something you wrote yourself in your yearbook?"
Aoba stared wide-eyed in protest.
He knew absolutely nothing about this!
"Who cares so much!"
"It's been two years since we last met, shouldn't you offer some compensation?!"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault, alright?"