It's my first day in Beijing, so far it looks pretty good.

Silently chewing rice balls, listening to Matsumura Sayuri talking about some interesting things she witnessed, Hashimoto Nana thought the same thing.

Three girls who had never met each other before, for their own purposes in the future, participated in the selection contest of Nogizaka46, the idol girl group collaborated by Sony and Yasushi Akimoto.

Is this fate?

However, the three girls all agreed that the source of all their decisions was that during their time in Tokyo after arriving in Beijing, they met a man who had a personality that made them feel relaxed and voluntarily gathered around him.

people.

"Hey, Nanamin, do you have any special hobbies?"

Suddenly, Matsumura Sayuri shook her calves outside the pink maid skirt and turned around to ask her.

"Hey? What did you say?" Hashimoto Nana was stunned for a moment, blinking in confusion. She was distracted just now.

As a result, Matsumura Sayuri's speech seemed to pass from the edge of one ear to the other without any obstruction, without even a moment of pause.

In the end, all that was left was that she was talking, talking to herself.

As for what was said, the brain did not capture a single bit.

"I said...Nanamin, do you have any special hobbies?"

Sayuri Matsumura gnawed on a rice ball, with a few grains of rice remaining on the edge of her bulging cheeks. She looked like a squirrel when eating.

When Hashimoto Nanami had only eaten half of her rice ball, the other party had already stuffed the last bit into his mouth.

This is already the seventh triangular rice ball.

It was so amazing. Nana Hashimoto was stunned. This girl was surprisingly good at eating.

"What a hobby..."

Hashimoto Nana put down the rice ball and thought carefully for a while.

"Does reading count? Sayuri, you are so cute, you must like reading comic books, right?"

"No no no..."

Unexpectedly, in response to his expectant question, Matsumura Sayuri quickly shook his head, "I'm fine, Nanamin, you must think that I like the kind of kawaii girl comics, right?"

"Hmm~~I think Sayuri-chan, you and that kind of manga are a good match."

Nana Hashimoto made no secret of her views. She was not a person who liked to lie, especially when facing the person she had just met.

"Just like what you're wearing now, Sayuri-chan, it looks like those people in shoujo manga."

"As expected~~Most people who met me said this, except Taki-san~~~" This was not the first time he heard such a comment. Sayuri Matsumura lowered his head very calmly, leaving only a few rice grains in the rice ball package.

The paper was placed on her knees and she unconsciously pinched and kneaded it.

The disappointment evident in the tone made Hashimoto Nana's heart tighten involuntarily, "I'm sorry...um...did I say something wrong?"

"No... Nanamin, you are right. Maybe my appearance can easily leave such an impression in other people's eyes."

The more cute a person looks on the outside, the less likely they are to think they are cute. The more people say they look like they have stepped out of a two-dimensional comic, the more they start to deny themselves deep down.

This was the heart of Sayuri Matsumura for a period of time.

"However, I have never thought that I am cute. In fact, there are very few people who say so directly in front of me."

Sayuri Matsumura raised his head and stared into the distance with dull eyes.

The afternoon sun was so dazzling that even the uneven skyscrapers standing in the sky with their stocky bodies could not stop the heat from pouring in through the gaps between each building.

Hashimoto Nana hesitated to speak, always feeling that her new friend in front of her suddenly felt depressed because of some unintentional words.

but...

Just when she wanted to make amends for her "gaffe", Sayuri Matsumura suddenly came to life. "However, compared to shoujo comics, I still prefer another kind of comics..."

When speaking, the light always shines directly into the girl's eyeballs from a distance.

For a moment, I had the idea that "the world is brighter than before", and if I look at that thing directly for a long time, my vision will become blurry.

A boy once told her, "This is an instruction that the eyes do to protect themselves. When our eyeballs look directly at the thing in front of us, the stimulation caused by that thing will exceed the range that our own eyeballs can bear.

When the time comes, the eyes will automatically turn on the self-protection mode. There are many methods.

For example...if your vision is blurry, you will blink or shed tears involuntarily."

It sounds very profound, but that person always speaks in a very gentle and calm tone.

"Buzzing..."

There was a vibration in my pocket.

Take out your phone and enter the password to unlock it.

The screen lit up, and a text message prompt box flashed across.

"The hottest moment of the day has arrived... There is no rush to recruit people... Pay attention to preventing heatstroke... If it is unbearable, find a place to take shelter from the sun...Sakura asked me to prepare myself at the reception desk to learn about the heatstroke.

The mung bean soup...please refuel..."

The warmth and thoughtfulness filled between the lines promptly drove away the negative emotions in Sayuri Matsumura's heart that were about to spread throughout her body.

Take another look at the sender's signature - Taki-san...

Just like the light that warmed away all the coldness and darkness, the figure that appeared in his mind for a moment made Matsumura Sayuri feel as if his whole body and mind would be soothed just by thinking about it.

No matter how many unbearable pasts and knots you have, they will be purified as they should be.

"Another comic?"

Nana Hashimoto blinked and asked as if he didn't know anything about the other party's behavior of looking at his phone.

"Hey!!" After regaining his composure, Sayuri Matsumura clapped his hands, stood up and pulled out the personal bag placed behind his back.

"I... wherever I go, I always carry a person's comic works with me.

Over a long period of time in the past, I went through a lot of bad experiences, and it was because of its existence that I slowly came out of it."

Hashimoto Nana stared at the comic book gradually extending towards the area where she was, and her brain fell into panic.

"Fullmetal Alchemist"...

At that moment, Hashimoto Nana thought of something she read in a certain book.

In this world, we come into contact with all kinds of people every moment, men, women...

People who have similar personalities to you, people who have similar hobbies to you...

People who resonate with each other when talking to themselves, and the next moment they are focused on the center of their own lives.

But... will a comic that he considers "only well-known in a small circle" travel hundreds of miles from Hokkaido to Tokyo?

In other words, without even realizing it, more and more people like me are aware of the existence of this comic book and have become its loyal fans.

"Sayuri-chan, do you like comics like this?"

Hashimoto Nana suddenly raised her head and asked impatiently.

"Yeah... Let me tell you, Nanamin, this comic is super good, it says..."

Matsumura Sayuri seemed to have found an opportunity to recommend this work to people around him. He talked about the protagonist in the comic and how interesting the plot was.

Ordinary girls will not like this kind of boy-oriented comics, full of blood and fighting...

This is consistent with those girls who think they are cute when they see their appearance, and everything they have is linked to the word cute. Both are prejudices.

However, Hashimoto Nanami's attention was focused on another important point.
Chapter completed!