Comprehensive Dimensional Double Repair

Chapter 1 Akira

When everything returned to another world and Makoto Ito opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in a sixth-grade classroom. This body was exactly the same as before, even the appearance was the same, but it was reduced Twelve-year-old version.

It was spring, the outside of the windows was covered by cherry blossoms, and the outside world was dyed a pale white.

Everything here seems to be a beautiful picture. Occasionally, the primula bird will make a beautiful call when the floating petals fall.

"Although you are about to graduate, you can't just be so inattentive?"

The voice sounded, and this was the first time he was looking at the other party. She was as old as him, with long jet-black hair, her eyes subconsciously followed Makoto Ito’s gaze and looked out the window, "The cherry blossoms here are Isn't it beautiful?"

"That's it."

Makoto Ito nodded.

"En...Do you know that it is five centimeters per second?"

She asked suddenly.

"That may be the speed at which the cherry blossoms fall. Although you seem to be listening carefully all the time, I know that your heart is also not in this class."

Makoto Ito glanced at her, but he said while holding his chin, looking at the scenery outside.

"So you know?"

She smiled happily, "This is the conclusion I have come to after reciting countless times. I thought that sincere, you would never care about such things."

"How long have I been at the same table with Mingli?"

Makoto Ito asked subconsciously.

"En... probably... It's been a long time, four years."

Her memory may only be able to remember the vague memory of the same table when she was in the second grade of elementary school. Although it is not clear, she can vaguely remember, "Is it four years? Then Mingli knows that Xi is a father?"

Makoto Ito pondered for a moment and couldn't help but smile, and his eyes fell on this cute girl.

"What is Hi being a father?"

She was taken aback for a moment, seemingly curious.

"If one day a boy likes you, the result will be a long, long time, even more than ten years later, when you get married, but he is still alone, and he has not even confessed to you at all. On the night of your marriage, he Blessing you silently in front of the window, will you feel moved?"

Makoto Ito thought for a while and couldn't help joking.

"This... Then I really don't know."

At her age, she doesn't seem to know much about these.

"Then do you know Takaki Tono?"

Makoto Ito yawned and continued.

"I don't know, why did Cheng suddenly say these inexplicable things."

She shook her head, it seemed that she couldn't understand this tablemate who suddenly woke up from class but was full of nonsense.

"Well, let's not talk about it, mainly because I am about to graduate, how to say... I want to date Ming Li once."

Makoto Ito's voice fell calmly, and his eyes fell on her.

"date?"

She never knew what emotion was. She looked out of the window subconsciously, and the cherry blossoms were still floating. She subconsciously picked up a petal that fell by the window, and watched quietly, "Yes, if this It’s sincere’s wish."

"Well, it's better to leave after school. I heard that there are many fun in Tokyo. The cherry blossoms under Mount Fuji are more beautiful than ours. I want to ask Akari to be with me."

Makoto Ito held his chin and watched her quietly.

"Well, I promise you."

She nodded, but returned her mind to the class. She didn't say anything more, calmly touching, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth. Every minute and every second is so important to her.

After school, the boy and the girl walked out of the school with their backpacks on their own, but they also avoided their respective parents who had picked them up, and walked along the distant railroad tracks.

"Cheng...Is it a little strange...it's the first time I'm hiding it from my parents, alone."

She followed Makoto Ito, looked at the young man's back, and asked in a low voice.

"Do you believe me?"

Makoto Ito walked quietly, with his hands open, standing on the edge of the railroad track, staggering to find balance.

"You...in case the train comes...you will be very dangerous."

She subconsciously stepped forward and stretched out her hand to directly pull Ito Makoto's people off the rails.

"Is Mingri worried about me?"

The young man turned around, his steps stopped, and his eyes fell on her.

Akari couldn't understand Makoto Ito's gaze, but he couldn't help but lowered his head, "I'm worried, can't you?"

"How do you say, has Mingli been in love?"

Makoto Ito subconsciously reached out, grabbed the girl's little hand, and placed it on his chest, "I...I don't know..."

She shook her head, and she felt the heartbeat of Makoto Ito in her palms.

"This is the sound of your heartbeat, although I know you may not even know what love is."

Makoto Ito spoke softly, holding her hand, and continuing to walk on the road, her calm expression, coupled with her young appearance, seemed out of place, but there was a different kind of temperament in between. .

"Say a lot of things I don't understand..."

She muttered to herself, subconsciously raising her head to stare at the blue sky. Although the sky is vast, the human beings under the sky are small and humble.

She seemed to be a little tired after walking for some unknown distances, with sweat on her forehead, "Mingri, the train platform is right in front of me. I will buy you some drinks."

He pointed to the front, but was trotting, the girl walked slowly behind him, quietly listening to what Makoto Ito said.

A tiny figure standing in a crowded train station. Young people look so small and have the same understanding of the outside world. They used to look up at everything under the four corners of the sky, but now, it seems It's the practical steps out of that small world.

She stood there blankly, looking at the figures that came and went like a trend, trying to find a person's shadow from it. Finally, she looked at it countless times, but found nothing. The sound of footsteps came quickly, the young man A bottle of soda in hand, standing in front of her.

"Give you."

He handed the soda to the girl.