The next day, sunlight shone down on the earth like scattered gold.
This kind of weather is perfect for going out and having fun.
After school in the afternoon, Yu Sheng Nan did not go back to the villa with Xiao Lan and the others, but walked alone in the opposite direction.
at the same time.
On the streets of Ekoda, a girl was walking home alone, carrying a wooden stick she had picked up. She looked very upset and was using her exorcism sword technique on the flowers and plants by the roadside to vent her frustration.
"That damn Kaito, that jerk Kaito, he stood me up again!!!"
Aoko was in a very bad mood.
She had finally managed to suppress the memory of Kaito standing her up last time, and today after school she took the initiative to invite Kaito out to play again, only to be stood up by him again.
Most importantly, I left with Hongzi.
The girl felt she was facing an unprecedented crisis.
Has Kaito changed his mind?
Thinking about Akako's appearance and her mysterious aura, Aoko, like a defeated rooster, hung her head in dejection. Then she saw her toes and became even more depressed.
She wants a figure like Akako's too!!!
Unfortunately, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Feeling even more frustrated, Qingzi decided to go all out, grabbing a wooden stick and staring fiercely at the telephone pole in front of her, before unleashing a series of flashy combos.
"Hmph, ha, hey!"
"You damn Kaito, if you've got the guts, don't come to class tomorrow, or I'll beat you into a pulp and show you why flowers are so red!"
"Prepare to die!"
After unleashing a combo, the panting girl unleashed her ultimate attack.
Hold your breath, concentrate, and raise the wooden stick high.
The telephone pole in front of her now looked like Kaito to her.
"Take this Nine Heavens Thunder Dual Blade Style!!!"
The chuunibyou (delusional) girl shouted out her imagined chuunibyou sword moves.
"Bang!"
However, the scene of her cutting down the telephone pole with one blow did not occur. Instead, the wooden stick she was holding tightly finally gave way after enduring the girl's series of abuses.
With the final strike, a "crack" was heard, and the wooden stick broke in two.
"Huh..."
Aoko looked at the stick that was now only half in her hand, scratched her head, glanced around to make sure no one else had witnessed what she had just done, and then breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly picked up the other half of the stick and threw it into the trash can next to her along with the one she was holding.
"A private Marseille~"
The girl bowed to the trash can.
I'm very sorry, Mr. Stick.
She hadn't expected her "skills" to grow so quickly during this period. Ordinary "weapons" could no longer withstand her power, so it seemed she urgently needed a peerless divine weapon.
A fine horse for a hero, a fine sword for a heroine—that's perfect!
But thinking this, Nakamori Aoko deflated like a punctured balloon and sighed sadly.
Come to think of it, I've really failed as a female knight-errant.
Without a handsome and dashing hero by his side, and without a good sword to wield, it's simply too tragic.
"Oh my God, when will my Prince Charming arrive...?"
Muttering to herself, Nakamori Aoko, whose thought process was incomprehensible, walked over to the telephone pole and looked it over again.
For some reason, she had a feeling about it from the moment she spoke.
She could kick this telephone pole to pieces!
(Thumbs up from Ran Mouri)
"Could this be the legendary enlightenment?"
The girl began to get restless.
She quickly got into position, feet apart, knees slightly bent, took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and gather strength for the "feat" to come.
"Come on, I, Nakamori Aoko, will step into the realm of terrestrial immortals today!"
"Ah-da!"
Nakamori Aoko delivered a beautiful spinning kick, her body tracing a graceful arc in the air as her right foot, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind, slammed into the telephone pole.
His movements are so precise he could star in a kung fu movie.
"Bang!"
The utility pole remained completely still.
"Waaah!"
The girl clutched her right foot and fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face from the pain.
"What happened to enlightenment...?" she rubbed her swollen ankle, feeling wronged. "It wasn't like that on TV..."
Not everyone is the violent girl Ran Mouri.
"Pfft—"
A soft laugh came from the street corner.
The laughter carried an irrepressible joy, as if they had witnessed something extremely amusing.
Aoko looked up abruptly and saw a tall, slender figure emerge from the street corner. The setting sun gilded him with a golden edge, and his handsome face stood out in the twilight, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
"It's you!"
Aoko's eyes widened as she recognized the boy she had bumped into at her doorstep before—Yuu Nan!
There's no way to forget someone who's so good-looking.
And Mom was still talking about him yesterday.
The thought that her silly, childish performance might have been seen by the other person made the girl's face turn as red as a ripe apple, and she wished she could dig a three-bedroom apartment and crawl into it.
"Do you need any help?"
Yuzuru squatted down, his eyes filled with an undisguised smile.
It wasn't that he wanted to laugh; he just couldn't help it.
This beautiful girl looks exactly like Ran, but her personality is so lively and energetic, even carrying a bit of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) vibe that makes people laugh. Well... very chuunibyou.
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