Rina Asagawa, who is studying in the fifth grade of primary school, doesn't like snowy days.

This is not to say that the snow is not beautiful, but because her cold clothes are not enough to resist the cold.

No matter how good it looks, it is not as important as being warm as yourself.

She rolled up a thin blanket and shrank in the corner of the aisle.

First, I don’t want to cause trouble to passers-by, and second, I want to use this to relieve the cold.

She tried to gently rub her palms like she had said before.

But...it's still so cold!

This is not useful at all!

She almost jumped up and stamped her feet, but considering that it would affect the tenants on both sides, she curled up again and stuck it in the corner.

The cold wind poured into her neck, making her tremble, her hands and feet numb, and her little face turned a little blue.

Bear with it for a while...

Bear with it for a while... Dad will let me in...

Just as she gritted her teeth and endured her secretly, a strong light suddenly hit her face, making her eyes a little unable to open.

Then she heard a calm male voice.

"Sorry, it's rude. I didn't expect anyone here."

The strong light moved away and hit the ground.

This sound...is the Xicheng-style brother next door!

Rina Asagawa felt nervous.

When she went to the bookstore to process the scrapped books and old papers, she had seen this person living in the Xicheng style next door.

In a damp and dark alley.

The frowning Xicheng style rudely knocked several of his peers down, and then kicked them hard. After kicking them a lot of kicks before leaving.

Since that time, she has known that this big brother Xicheng who looks good and looks easy to talk to is not such an easy partner.

She turned her head carefully and just met the frowning Xicheng-style gaze.

Hmm!

Rina Asakawa shivered and hurriedly turned her head back.

She felt upset.

He frowned!

Is it possible to hit me?

Rina Asagawa wrapped the blanket tighter and tightened her throat, for fear that Nishiki-style would do it to herself if she didn't like it.

Pick.

Pick.

Pick.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Rina Asakawa was tense and didn't dare to breathe.

Pick.

Footsteps - stopped.

I just stopped in front of me!

Rina Asagawa almost stopped heartbroken.

At this moment, she almost shouted.

But the next moment, the footsteps were gone, followed by the sound of opening and closing the door.

It seems that the other party is in a good mood.

"Hu..." Rina Asagawa finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as she relaxed, all her strength was removed, and the blanket that had been tightly wrapped was also loose.

The cold wind came over again, and Rina Asagawa hurriedly pulled the towel back tight, just planning to continue to endure-

The door was opened and footsteps came again.

All Asakawa Rina could do was just raise her head in panic, which was just facing the other person's eyes.

With a little sharp eyes and tough facial lines...

It is the Xicheng style that goes back and returns!

Asakawa Rina's head was hit hard, and only one word was left-

It's over!

Just as she was about to scream to attract people, her eyes subconsciously went down and saw what was being held in Xicheng style.

A stack of thick quilts and thermos.

Well...

Rina Asagawa blinked and raised her little face.

It's still the face with few expressions.

The other party didn't say anything, just nodded to himself, then placed the quilt and kettle on the ground, and then turned around calmly and returned to his room.

Only Rina Asagawa looked at the thermos and quilts at her feet—

His face was confused.

......

"That little girl just now... should be from the next door..."

When he got home, he raised his eyebrows.

When he passed by, he took a special look at the little girl.

Wrapped in a thin blanket and huddled in the corner, his trembling figure still made him feel more pity.

In this kind of weather, even in the West City style wearing a thick coat, you can feel a clear chill, let alone that little girl.

As for her family affairs...

This has nothing to do with the West City style.

Xicheng style is essentially a cold person.

Compassion is compassion. He thinks he still can't control other people's family affairs.

As for quilts and thermos, he didn't care about things like this. After all, he didn't lack this little money in his previous life. He wouldn't even talk about becoming the leader of the Tokyo Koji Society in this life... He was not a person who was worried about money at all.

The decoration of this room also happens to illustrate this point.

Hang-type TV.

You can tell at a glance that the expensive computer is very expensive.

There were a total of three or four lost on the laptop desk, and there were also shiny in-ear headphones specially used for listening to music on the bed.

Unlike the ragged appearance, this room has many entertainment tools for young people.

It was like the whole room had been renovated.

This is what it looks like.

Nodding in Xicheng style.

It’s not that he has never suffered, but he suffered a lot in the early days of his business in his previous life.

But I have money and have to endure hardships...

To be honest, I have never met Xicheng Style before.

The room is pretty good overall, the bathroom and toilet are integrated, the kitchen faces the window, and the Xicheng-style room is not far from the small living room.

After sitting on the small sofa and resting for about two minutes, Xicheng Style stood up and began to count his belongings.

First of all, the cell phone.

There are not many people on the address book of your mobile phone.

In addition to the various notes of the name of the Consecrated Chiagora, there is only one nameless number that has no notes left.

"This is..."

Xichengshi looked at the number without notes, hesitated for a while and shook his head.

It is better not to contact us here for the time being, so it is safer to wait and see what happens.
To be continued...