Chapter 27 Fifteen Years Old (Part 3)
It is not advisable to go out today.
Yao Chuanling sighed inwardly.
A light rain began to fall in Yokohama. The drizzling rain, coupled with the fact that she hadn't managed to buy the last matcha red bean soufflé, inevitably left her feeling disappointed.
Some people just had to run right into the gun.
She was a civilized person, and since fighting in the street would disrupt public order, she led the people to Leibo Street.
This is the most chaotic place in Yokohama, as if it has been abandoned, breeding countless dark and filthy things.
Taking action is commonplace here.
The elf stopped and caught a drop of drizzle.
Two people at the three o'clock position, one person at the five o'clock position, and four people at the eight o'clock position.
There were seven people in total. Did they really think she was oblivious after spending several days with her?
"Stop hiding, come out."
There was a dead end in front of her. She raised her chin, signaling them all to come forward.
Far more than that; once she entered Leibo Street, even more people were watching her.
People slowly emerged from the shadows. Yao Chuanling glanced at them casually; there were about twenty-five of them.
"Hand over all your money, and we'll spare your life."
The man who spoke first had been following her all day. It was because he saw how generous she was and how she was all alone that he had wicked thoughts.
“Brother, that’s not fair of you.” The second person to speak was from Leibo Street. He looked Yao Chuanling up and down as if he were a lamb being sold. “How about this, you take the money and hand the person over to us.”
With such good looks, they could make a lot of money if sold.
First, don't let them get away. As for the money...
A burly man with yellow teeth shouldered a wooden stick, his smile both cunning and vicious.
We'll process it all after they've sorted the goods.
She's starting to dislike Yokohama.
Yao Chuanling suppressed the pounding of his heart.
She would feel uncomfortable staying in such a chaotic environment for too long.
A swift and decisive victory is needed.
The elf closed his eyes briefly, his vertical pupils flashing by.
"Thump—"
Someone collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up, and a red light emanated from the surrounding area.
A young man with ochre hair and blue eyes walked slowly out from behind the crowd, his smile unrestrained and flamboyant.
"It's the sheep's leader! Run!"
The leader had just stood up, about to hurl a few angry words, when he saw the blue bracelet on the man's wrist, he suddenly screamed and ran away.
Having ventured into Leibo Street, this group had naturally heard of the Sheep's reputation, and most of them were unwilling to offend them, or more accurately, their leader.
He is a person with the ability to manipulate gravity.
It is also a wolf among sheep.
Are you alright?
A boy with ochre hair and blue eyes stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, his gaze gentle and mild.
Scenes like this play out every day on Leibo Street. He had only happened to be passing by and didn't intend to get involved, but in the end, he couldn't resist his conscience and hurriedly returned.
She looks so delicate and fragile; she might start crying at any moment.
Zhongyuan Zhongye was not good at dealing with such a rich young lady.
The sky cleared up.
The sun broke through the clouds, and the golden sunlight swayed like a fish in the cobalt blue sea.
The sea reflects the green of the fields.
From his eyes, the elf saw his own eyes shining brightly.
She said, "I like you."
It's rare to see someone so friendly towards someone you've just met.
Natural, destiny-like.
They will definitely become good friends.
Yao Chuanling thought with certainty.
Yokohama isn't so bad anymore.
"Huh?!" Chuuya Nakahara exclaimed in surprise, turning his head away and muttering under his breath, "I think he's been scared out of his wits."
His closed eyelids concealed the shyness in his eyes, but couldn't hide his slightly reddened ears.
Having grown up on Leibo Street, he rarely heard such straightforward and sincere words.
The elf has clear likes and dislikes, and always manages to surprise its opponents with unexpected, direct attacks.
Reborn often called her a fool.
"I'm not scared at all. I'm very powerful."
She puffed out her cheeks, expressing her displeasure at being slighted.
She, a dignified spirit and the chief disciple of Abe no Seimei, was repeatedly looked down upon!
Not being sweet-talking enough, deduct one point!
"Okay. Where do you live? I'll take you home."
Chuuya Nakahara didn't want to argue with her about the pointless strength or weakness. He was just dealt a good hand; there was nothing to be proud of.
The priority now is to get her home safely.
They will never cross paths again.
The moment he saw her, Chuuya Nakahara knew they were from two different worlds.
Yaochuan Ling said softly, "I have no home in Yokohama."
For her, this was an unfamiliar city.
She didn't even have a house to live in; in human terms, she was a homeless person.
Where are your family members?
Chuuya Nakahara frowned, clearly not expecting this answer.
"They are in another world."
Yao Chuanling told him the truth.
Rainy day, alone, homeless.
Newly deceased, homeless, lonely and helpless.
Chuuya Nakahara imagined a tragic scene.
Oh no, my conscience is bothering me.
"Wear this, and if anyone bullies you, come find me."
He took off the bracelet, his expression complex.
In the name of the sheep's leader, she was brought under the sheep's protection.
Yao Chuanling obediently reached out her hand.
The blue bracelet snapped onto his left wrist. The bracelet, which was the right size on his wrist, was visibly a size too big, hanging loosely on his wrist.
Yokawa Rei also has a rainbow-colored bracelet on her wrist, a gift from Sasagawa Kyoko.
In comparison, this bracelet is clearly crudely made.
Chuuya Nakahara's eyes darkened.
But she was happy.
The elf shook her wrist, and the two bracelets overlapped.
"Thank you, I really like it."
I like not just the bracelet, but also him.
His heart was pure, gentle, and kind.
Yao Chuanling suddenly felt an impulse and grabbed his hand, running out of the alley.
"Come with me!"
The wind blew across their youthful faces, and strands of hair flew high behind their heads.
It's like a movie about escaping in the summer, full of freedom and passion.
Caught off guard, Chuuya was pulled along. Worried that she would fall if he suddenly let go, he had no choice but to run with her.
He asked, "Where are we going?"
Yao Chuanling ran too fast, and his eyes were covered by his hair, so everything in front of him was blurry and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly.
"Let's embrace the future where we become friends."
The elven girl replied capriciously.
She's quite fast.
Chuuya Nakahara thought vaguely.
The streets flashed by like a carousel, frame by frame. He simply stopped thinking about anything, closed his eyes, and felt the wind.
call.
I feel much more relaxed now.
Before meeting her, he had argued with the members of the Sheep group due to ideological differences, leaving him with unresolved frustrations.
"arrive."
Upon hearing this, Chuuya Nakahara opened his eyes, only to find a large tree completely dominating his field of vision.
This place is remote enough that even after living in Yokohama for so long, he had never discovered it.
"Come up?"
While he was still in a daze, Yao Chuanling had already climbed the tree. The elf stood on a branch, her right hand holding onto the trunk, leaning slightly forward.
Sunlight streamed down, and her long, light-gold hair, swaying in the wind, shone like butterfly wings, her face seemingly glowing with a soft light.
Years later, Chuuya still remembers that day, her smiling face, and those green eyes.
Are you an elf?
He was enveloped in a red glow, and silently landed beside her.
How much like an elf, an elf lost in the human world.
"If I were an elf, then you would be a god."
Yao Chuanling said jokingly.
He will only believe this truth when he discovers it.
He possessed the aura of a god.
Chuuya Nakahara retorted, "That's impossible if you even think about it."
Although he was always curious about his origins, how could the two of them not be human?
He was originally just feeling sentimental about the scene and sighing.
The elf blinked: "That makes sense."
She's really mastered the art of language.
The tree was thick enough that its branches could support the weight of both of them.
Yaochuan Ling pulled him to sit side by side on a tree branch, where they could see the sea in Yokohama in the distance.
The sea was calm and still, yet all-encompassing. The boy sitting beside her had eyes like the summer sea, or like the sky reflected in the sea.
And in those eyes, there was the image of her playing the flute.
Yaochuan Ling likes to sit in a tree and play the flute, especially improvised pieces.
It was a feeling of carefree contentment.
When she first met Takeshi Yamamoto, she gave him the poem "Sakura Creek." Now she dedicates this new poem to the first friend she has ever met in this world.
"A name..."
Chuuya Nakahara scratched his head in frustration.
To be honest, he wasn't very good at naming things, and he was worried that the name he came up with wouldn't suit her taste.
But now she sat beside him, their heartbeats resonating in unison, their eyes meeting.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Let's call it that.
"Between you and me."
He said.
This song is right here between you and me.
My dear friend.
"I am Nakahara Chuuya."
Chuuya Nakahara suddenly introduced himself seriously.
A name is a ritual that binds you together.
She extended her hand: "I am Yao Chuanling, it's nice to meet you."
So their body temperatures mingled together.
Gently, with half a palm clasped together.
During Reborn's etiquette class, the most gentlemanly Italian baby taught Sawada Tsunayoshi how to shake hands with her.
According to teaching and practical training, this is a standard and appropriate gesture.
Yao Chuanling sees him as perfect in every way now.
"I like you so much, even more than I like cheesecake."
She smiled and enunciated each word clearly.
I'm craving citrus mini cakes.
"Don't just say you like someone casually."
The young king of sheep muttered under his breath.
He understood that her liking was pure and unadulterated, without any impurities.
But……
My heart skipped a beat.
The little tangerine was secretly watching her.
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