The backpack full of books is a powerful weapon. The attacker was hit dizzy by the meteor-like blow. He covered his face and before he could react, Nan Youxi kicked him down, pressed his knee on his back, and locked his wrists with both hands.
With his face pressed against the pattern of small bricks on the sidewalk, the attacker was puzzled. He was the one who attacked Nan Youxi by surprise, so why was he attacked by the schoolbag first and then defeated
He struggled a few times but failed to escape. He was convinced that he had lost to Nan Youxi both in love and on the battlefield, and was filled with sorrow.
After he calmed down, Nan Youxi said, "I don't know your name, and I don't want to know your name. Please think about the consequences of me handing you over to the patrolman, and the police station contacting your parents and the school."
The attacker, Oda Yota, trembled all over. He just saw the confession scene of Chiju Kazumi and followed over in a hot-headed manner, wanting to teach Minami Yuki a lesson, without considering the consequences at all.
The thought of his parents and friends at school knowing about this filled him with fear and he wanted to flee the city.
"It seems you have made up your mind," Nan Youxi released her hand and lifted her knee that was pressing on his waist, "Well, goodbye then."
Oda Yota was stunned for a while before he reacted, and Minami Youxi let him go.
Damn it, not only did he lose in terms of emotions and fists, he even lost in terms of temperament!
He ran away with tears in his eyes.
Nan Youxi looked at his back and sighed. It was great, he acted based on passion without considering other factors.
All this happened in just one minute, and the pedestrians on the road were craning their necks, ready to help or call the patrol. Seeing that the battle was over, they retracted their necks into their collars.
Among the crowd, Nan Youxi saw a familiar figure.
The girl who was sitting in a wheelchair the day before yesterday was now standing beside him wearing the same uniform as him and carrying a canvas bag.
When she was sitting in a wheelchair, Nan Youxi just thought she was petite, but now that she stood up, Nan Youxi could definitely give her the title of dwarf.
If it weren't for the uniform of Yuejianli High School, Nan Youxi would have thought that she was the same age as her younger sister Xin'ai.
The girl still wore a mask, covering half of her face. In comics, there is often such a setting that if you close your eyes, your ears will be more sensitive. Nan Youxi doesn't know if there is any scientific basis for this, but he can be sure that after covering half of her face, the girl's eyes are more eye-catching and seem to be particularly smart.
The girl noticed Nan Youxi's gaze, she turned around and walked towards the apartment.
Nan Youxi chased after him.
"Hello, see you again." He greeted the girl.
"Hello." The girl responded.
"I didn't realize we were in the same school."
"There are a lot of students from Tsukimi in the apartment."
"… You were sitting in a wheelchair before. Did your leg get injured?"
"No."
"Is that some other reason?"
"It's not convenient to answer."
On the way, Nan Youxi talked to her. Although she responded, she was obviously not interested and often tended to end the conversation.
Apart from knowing her name, Nan Youxi gained nothing.
"Ibuki Yuko." Coming out of the elevator, Minami Yuxi sighed in her heart, "What a strange child."
He opened the love simulator, but Ibuki Yuko's name did not appear among the simulated objects.
I don’t know whether it’s because Yuko Ibuki hasn’t established a connection with him yet, or if Yuko Ibuki doesn’t meet the requirements of the simulator.
Forget it, ignore her.
There are more important things waiting for me today!
Nan Youxi walked quickly to her room.
The paper cranes his sister sent him have arrived, and he has made an appointment for door-to-door delivery during the current time period.
Before long, the doorbell rang and the courier stood behind the door holding a package.
After printing his own stamp on the courier's note, Nan Youxi received his sister's express delivery. He opened the package and found a large biscuit box inside.
When she opened the lid of the iron biscuit box, a pile of hand-folded paper cranes caught Nan Youxi's eyes. The colorful paper cranes made of colored paper were densely arranged in the not-so-spacious biscuit box.
[You received a thoughtful gift from [Nan Xin'ai]]
[Number of simulations +1]
Success!
The number of simulations has increased!
Nan Youxi picked up a paper crane and looked at it carefully. It was not easy to fold a paper crane. In addition to some practice, it also required some talent to fold it well.
You can tell whether a person is dexterous by looking at origami.
The thousand paper cranes in his hands are absolutely perfect.
Such a pair of hands would definitely be good for doing housework. However, he already has Nao Asano, so he doesn't need his sister to take care of him.
He put the paper crane back into the cookie box, placed the cookie box on the bedside cabinet, took a photo, and sent it to his sister Xinai.
While waiting for the girl's reply, he pondered the efficiency of obtaining simulation times from his sister.
In a previous phone call, Xin Ai said that it took her an entire night to fold all these. Conservatively speaking, Xin Ai said it took her four hours in one night.
There are 24 hours in a day, and 4624 is equal, so my sister can produce 6 simulation opportunities a day!
There are 8760 hours in a year, and my sister can produce 2190 simulation opportunities!
Of course that's impossible.
Love needs to eat, sleep, go to school and play.
Damn it, why is my sister a human? Why isn't she a robot that can fold paper cranes 24 hours a day? Why isn't she a female ninja that can create many clones to fold paper
Nan Youxi recalculated and thought that if his beloved could send him a thousand paper cranes every week, it could be considered a deep brotherly love.
too slow.
There is only so much she can rely on from her sister, so Minami Yuki can only place her hopes on Nao Asano.
I don't know how efficient Nao Asano is in outputting the number of simulations.
Go and urge her during dinner time and ask her why she hasn't prepared the gift yet.
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone vibrated and my sister sent me a reply.
"Xin Ai: How is it? It's folded very well, right?"
Nan Youxi didn't type and dialed the number directly.
"Hello? Why are you calling again? Is there something wrong with the paper cranes?" Nan Xin'ai asked nervously.
"How long did it take you to fold these?" Nan Youxi asked about the specific construction time.
"Are you asking this suddenly? Three hours, it took me three whole hours to fold it!" the girl took credit for it.
Nan Youxi thought, three hours? One hour less than he expected.
"Please fold a few more for me," he said.
"It's not impossible. How many do you want, brother? Can you collect a thousand?"
Nan Xin'ai has not yet understood the seriousness of the problem and speaks naively. Nan Youxi uses cold words to tell her the cruelty of reality.
He said: "Just take 6 servings of this amount every day."
"Eh? You mean 6 more?"
"Six servings a day."
“… How is it possible to do this?!”
Nan Xin's peaceful mood was destroyed by her brother's unreasonable demands, and her words were filled with anger.
"There are 24 hours in a day. If you work three hours a day on one copy, it only takes 18 hours to make six copies. Isn't that achievable? I've also left you six hours of free time."
“How can I spend 18 hours a day on this!”
"Can't you do it? Alas—"
"Why are you sighing, brother? You can't do it no matter how hard you try!"
"Five servings a day?"
“That’s impossible!”
"What about one? One should be enough, right?"
"I can spare three hours a day, but why should I spend three hours a day folding paper cranes for my brother?"
"To prove your love for me?"
"I'm going to tell my mom!"
Tsk, you actually threatened me by calling my parents!
"Anyway, please help me fold them when you have time. They are beautifully folded by my beloved. When I see them, my heart, which is as cold as the air outside the window, warms up." Nan Youxi changed her previous tough tone and said this in a melancholy tone.
"Eh?"
"I only have my beloved to rely on."
"Eh-?"
Nan Xin'ai wanted to ask Nan Youxi what these two sentences meant, but before she could open her mouth, Nan Youxi hung up the phone.
She put down her phone, and Nan Youxi's last words lingered in her mind for a long time. When she was playing with dolls, doing homework, eating dinner, or sleeping, no matter what she was doing, these melancholy words would suddenly pop up in her mind.
"I only have my beloved to rely on."
What on earth is going on? Don't rely on me! I'm only 12 years old and I've just started middle school!
In the dark bedroom, Nan Xin'ai, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes.
She threw back the quilt, put on her pajamas, turned on the desk lamp, sat at the desk, and clenched her teeth.
Isn’t it just folding a thousand paper cranes? I’ll fold it for you!
(End of this chapter)