Elder brother's garrison

The school is located on the seaward side of Yuxiu, but since this high school is a naval high school, it's not surprising.

The boy looked down at the paper figure on his phone, slashing and hacking.

He yawned again.

...I'm so sleepy, I'll have to catch up on some sleep when I get to school.

"ah!"

The boy was having a great time when he suddenly felt as if he had bumped into something soft.

A series of comfortable, trembling sensations emanated from the skin beneath the school uniform.

Oh my god, it looks like I bumped into a girl.

The boy quickly took his phone down and looked around.

A pretty girl was sitting on the ground, carrying a large bag of fried dough sticks and soy milk, while carefully holding a tightly bound bag of tofu pudding in her arms.

The girl breathed a soft sigh of relief, as if she was glad that she hadn't spilled the tofu pudding on the ground.

Two smooth, white legs were particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the short skirt.

She has great skin, long, black hair, and is exceptionally cute.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see anyone in front of me while I was walking. Are you alright?" The boy quickly reached out his hand to the girl.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. I was wrong too." The girl smiled shyly at the boy, then reached out her hand, which was carrying a large bag of fried dough sticks, grabbed the boy, and stood up.

Only when I stood up did I realize that the girl was really short.

The boy is 1.8 meters tall, and the girl is probably only between 1.5 and 1.6 meters tall.

"You bought so much!" the boy said, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Perhaps the girl is pretty, or perhaps she has a gentle temperament," the boy said.

"Ah, um, there are quite a few people at home." After the boy reminded her, the girl looked at her hands full of Toutiao soy milk and tofu pudding, and her face turned slightly red.

Well, it seems like it's not just a simple family of three.

This amount is almost enough to throw a party.

The boy looked around.

This location is a crossroads. Because it was early morning, there were few people and vehicles around. The two people bumped into each other at the sidewalk.

This girl lives nearby, right?

It might be quite close to my home.

The boy looked toward the girl's face.

The girl smiled faintly, as if waiting for the boy's answer.

Because the boy brought up the topic, the girl, like a long-time listener, waited for his next words.

"Little White!" At that moment, another girl's clear voice came from the other side of the intersection.

The girl carrying the fried dough sticks turned her head and looked over.

The boy also curiously turned his gaze over.

A girl with long white hair ran towards them, waving as she did so.

Wearing a white sailor uniform, she exudes a vibrant and energetic aura.

"Ah, Changchun." The girl known as Xiaobai waved to the white-haired girl.

Changchun ran very, very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xiaobai.

"Hey... Xiaobai, why didn't you say anything before leaving?" Changchun complained to Xiaobai with a frown as soon as they arrived.

"Ah... I wanted to come out and buy some breakfast for everyone," Xiaobai said shyly. "When I came to look for a house yesterday, I saw a stall selling fried dough sticks here. I haven't had fried dough sticks in a long time, so I wanted to have some."

"Just let Changchun come and buy it, really." The girl named Changchun took the breakfast bag from Xiaobai's hand and turned her gaze to the boy.

For some reason, the boy, who had just hit someone, had a bad feeling.

"Excuse me, are you...?"

"Ah... I'm just a passerby, just a passerby." The boy quickly raised his hand to indicate that it had nothing to do with him, and then quickly slipped away towards the school.

"Changchun, why are you scaring him?"

"No, no, am I that scary?"

I could hear two girls talking behind me.

The boy gave a wry smile.

Oh well, let's just consider it a romantic encounter.

He yawned and walked away without looking back.

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Looking around, all that could be seen was a chaotic white-gray expanse.

The muffled sound of water filled my ears.

Glug glug glug glug...

"white……"

A sound came from the other side of the sky.

The sound, filtered through the water, sounded like a broken iron gong, which was irritating.

"Bai... Yin..." The annoying voice still accompanied by the sound of water reached my ears.

"White... Otonashi..."

The sound source gradually approaches and amplifies.

It was hazy, as if something had touched me, and the surrounding chaotic waters began to brighten.

"Baiyin Wu!"

……

"Ah!" Bai Yinwu jumped up from her seat with a start, like a carp leaping out of its shell.

His deskmate was looking at him with a helpless expression.

"Class is about to start, why are you sleeping?" He shook his head as he looked at Bai Yinwu yawning. "Did you stay up all night again last night?"

"No, going to bed at nine o'clock at night isn't late, is it?" Bai Yinwu shook her head, stretched out her arms, and gave a big yawn. "How many minutes until class starts?"

"Nine o'clock isn't late." Chu Liuji, Bai Yinwu's deskmate, was a tall and thin boy. He sat back down next to Bai Yinwu. "There are still three or four minutes left."

"Damn it... then just call me." Bai Yinwu showed a helpless expression.

"You sleep like you're going to a graveyard. Who can wake you up unless you're three or four minutes early?" Chu Liuji shrugged. "If you hadn't said you didn't have any bed grumpiness and that I could wake you up whenever I wanted, I wouldn't be doing this tiring work."

Bai Yinwu covered her eyes with a smile.

Baiyinwu is an inconspicuous first-year high school student at this school.

This school is a naval preparatory high school. Unlike the rigorous military academies and universities, as a high school, it's similar to a regular school and quite relaxed.

Bai Yinwu took out his phone, placed it on the table, and started playing a game on the home screen.

Bai Yinwu's studies were average, and he didn't really want to go to military academy or university. The only reason he went to the military academy preparatory high school was because his father was an admiral, and he could get better treatment there.

He just wanted to coast through three years, casually take the college entrance exam, and see if he could get into a decent university—that was his simplest dream.

Go to military academy and become an admiral? Come on, look at how badly his own father, an admiral, has fared.

He lives off those few light cruisers and destroyers all day long. He can't even beat the more powerful deep-sea ships because he's not that great as an admiral. So his salary isn't high, and he can't go home often. He even forgets to send his own living expenses, so he has to do odd jobs to earn money.

He had forgotten what his father looked like.

Even if I, Bai Yinwu, were to become a beggar on the streets for the rest of my life, I would never become an admiral!

Chapter 112 Do you think this is just a simple routine?

"Oh, by the way, Bai Yinwu, I heard that a transfer student is coming to our class," Chu Liuji said slyly from the side. "I heard it's a girl."

Chu Liuji's father is the school's dean of students, so he's always one of the first to know about these kinds of trivial matters.

"You're the Silver V, your whole family are Silver V!" Bai Yinwu laughed and cursed.

Transfer students—that's something that really sparks the imagination.

Because of the special nature of naval high schools, the post-graduation benefits are always much better than those of regular high schools. As a result, many people try their best to get in, so transferring students is not a particularly rare occurrence.

Bai Yin couldn't help but recall the girl he had met that morning.

Following the typical formula of novels, wouldn't this be a standard, clichéd romantic comedy typical of Japanese romance manga?

What, the girl I bumped into this morning turned out to be a transfer student, and then we stared at each other in the classroom and yelled "Ahhhhhh!" and then became good friends and lived together or something.

He wiped his face.

Bai Yinwu felt a bit lewd.

Come on, such a good thing is not for me.

"When are the transfer students coming?" Bai Yinwu asked Chu Liuji.

"Next class, please." Chu Liuji glanced at the timetable and asked Bai Yinwu, "Bai Yinwu, did you bring your history book?"

"I brought it."

"Let me borrow it. I didn't bring it," Chu Liuji said.

"Then what should I use?"

"You don't study."

"Let's read one together."

"I'm not gay."

"I'm speechless." Bai Yinwu threw the history book at Chu Liuji's face.

The next class is history, and according to Chu Liuji, that transfer student will be coming.

Bai Yinwu propped her face up with her hand, but deep down she was still a little hopeful.

You said it would be great if there was even a one in ten thousand chance that it was that girl.

He wasn't harboring any excessive thoughts; he simply hoped that perhaps such a beautiful coincidence would occur in the world.

Ring ring ring ring ring...

The school bell rang, and the chaotic classroom, like cavalrymen hearing the bugle call, rushed back to their seats.

The door was pushed open at just the right moment.

An elderly man with a white beard, his back hunched, slowly walked in, clutching a brown history book with curled pages.

This man is named Li Shizhen. He is Bai Yinwu's homeroom teacher and teaches history.

Li Shizhen walked up to the podium, placed the book on the lectern, leaned on the lectern, and glanced at the students below.

"There are two things today. First, a transfer student has joined our class." Li Shizhen turned his head and looked towards the door. "Come in."

The sound of footsteps, clattering and tapping.

Bai Yinwu shifted her gaze to the door.

A tall, dark-haired girl walked in.

"Sigh..." Bai Yinwu saw the girl's face clearly and sighed softly.

He laid his head flat on the cold desk.

It wasn't true after all...

The girl's name is Xinling, which is a pretty good name.

such a pity……

Bai Yin smiled helplessly.

Next came the girl's self-introduction, but Baiyinwu wasn't interested in hearing the details.