Vol 2 Chapter 3: Say your real name to someone close

six years ago--
The scene of a kendo game is very quiet. The Quartet auditorium was full of people, but they all just stared at the eyes, half-opened their mouths, and stared at the person on the Sifang High Platform without blinking.
He was wearing protective gear for kendo competitions, kneeling down on the side of the platform. A bamboo sword is placed on his left, and a helmet is placed on the right. Opposite him, there is an opponent with the same attitude as him. However, compared with his calmness, this opponent is now sweating.
The referee's flag was raised, and he put on the helmet, covering the handsome face enough to make many girls scream and women lick their lips. Holding the bamboo sword, he stood up and walked quietly to a short line drawn on the platform. Across the referee, through the netting on the mask, he looked at the opponent whose legs trembling across the face had no mercy.
"Start!" The referee waved the flag and quickly backed away.
"Drink, drink, drink!!!" The opponent hissed out like a trapped beast.
He stood still and did not move, which made the opponent's unspeakable howl solitary. In the end, the voice lowered itself, could it be embarrassing?
At this moment, he threw forward and moved forward. A completely straight line, even the figure has not changed much, so that his opponent has not recovered from this change in distance.
"Stabbing!!!" He roared, and the bamboo sword in his hand lifted up, stabbing straight at the opponent's neck
Sitting in the corner of the auditorium, she stood up with the students and teachers in the same Kendo classroom. Applause clapped, the cheers surrounding her continued, and her eyes were already shining.
Six years later--
Osaka drove towards Tokyo’s Shinkansen, and she slept with her chin on her hand.
"What a beautiful move!" whispered, feeling that someone was pushing herself next to her, and she opened her eyes.
"It's about time, you should prepare your own things." A kind mother-in-law said to her.
"Thank you." She wore a sailor suit with a thick Osaka accent and bowed slightly.
Soon after, after the Shinkansen stopped, she carried a long thin strip wrapped in cloth and dragged a small suitcase along with people to get off the train. After leaving the station, she first stood around and looked around at a place that did not prevent others from crossing the road.
There are many tall buildings standing in the forest, and there are many people and cars walking in and out of the square of the station. The sound is a bit noisy.
"Is this Tokyo?" She smiled. "Okay, I must learn something in the next three years." She said, taking a firm step forward and tightening the slender bag behind her. There was a bamboo sword that she loved.
In a gorgeous residence in a wealthy family in Tokyo, "Pengzi, Pengzi!" A middle-aged woman rang out a white door with a hurried cry, "How long will you have? Mr. Suzuki has already come."
auzw.com "Oh, I know!" The girl in the room complained, proudly holding her chin and said: "It would be fine to let him wait for a while." In fact, she was just in the room When she was inside, she was quietly watching the direction of the gate by the window, before the mother came to call her, she already knew he was coming.
The so-called daughter Mo Ruomu, her mother shook her head and smiled behind her.
The friend who went downstairs walked straight to the gate. He pressed his beating heart, and opened the two closed doors. Through the yard, through the black iron fence door, I saw him leaning against a black Porsche car. He was wearing black sunglasses and was still as handsome and cynical as he was when he last met.
This is the second time his friend has seen him. After he said that last time, his friend didn't know his blind date was him. Looking back on the previous contact, it was a terrible first look. He even said to the other party, "Reluctant to come", "Fear of being blinded by the blind date", "Don't want to be dumped by the blind date".
She wanted to use anger to hide her embarrassment, but his words successfully limited her. Indeed, before her parents brought her, they said a lot. She stood on that bridge for so long, and she didn't see anyone else passing through it to prove what he said. It should have been packed here. She couldn’t blame her for not paying attention, and not paying attention.
To be honest, he didn't make fun of her after that, she was already very grateful.
Of course, this must not really convince her of such a strong personality. Just like now, when she walked towards him, she snorted deliberately, twisting her head a little and not looking at his attractive face so as not to panic.
"A day later, haven't you queased yet?" Jingyu looked at her funny.
"No, no, I'm not so stingy." She spoke incorrectly, and saw him open the door, and she sat in.
Jingyu walked from the front of the car to the other side and sat in the driver's seat. "Then smile more at me. I saw it last time. You laughed beautifully, especially with a smug expression."
Hearing his compliments, her little satisfaction in her heart still muttered with curiosity and dissatisfaction: "If you want me to smile at you, you should tell me why you say you are Jingyu?" If this were not the case, she would not be mistaken, so much that she made jokes.
"Jingyu is my real name. I am not a close person. I don't know. I'm actually a dragon family from an ancient country in the east." Jingyu started the car and said to her while driving. "The Suzuki family once had a crisis and our dragon The home was lifted. Since then, privately, it has become an affiliated family of our dragon family. This time, I needed to conceal my real name from the outside world, so I borrowed a name from the Suzuki family."
Replaced three people at the same time, the name is a troublesome thing! He only thought of this after entering the world. Simply, one of them uses a pseudonym, the other happens to be a code name, and the last one uses a real name. However, for the women who are close, he still hopes that they call themselves by their real names.
‘Close people? "Pengzi blushed and pursed his pink lips. "I, I can't get close to you, can you tell me this way?" she whispered, looking at the left window.
"You are my engagement, telling you that you can." Jingyu smiled. "When registering for marriage in the future, you can use Long Jingyu."
"Me, I haven't agreed yet." She blushed even more, not conforming.
"In the future, when we are two of you, you can call me Jingyu."
"You guys, listen to me!"
The friend roared wildly in the car. A not-so-good hunch climbed into her heart again, and she had no way to take this person.
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