Summoner of Miracles

It's a beautiful day.

Even now, in mid-December, the temperatures are very low, giving people the feeling that it is possible to snow at any time, but because there are no clouds and the weather is sunny, the gentle sun falls, bringing a lot of warmth and a lot of comfort.

The poems surrounded by scarves and glasses came out of the school and stepped out of the school with the students around them.

The difference is that everyone else is a mate of three, three, two, two, and there are laughter, and poetry is by itself, walking alone on the road, looking at the sky, eyes slightly fluttering.

“The day after tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you in a cafe near Downtown Tokyo. ”

In the meantime, the man's voice echoed again in the ears of poetry.

“If you want to solve your problems, come. ”

Looking back at each other's words, the poem had a slight shadow on his face.

Since then, it has been the past two days.

That is, today is the day that Lo Zhen and Poetry agreed.

Until now, however, poetry does not know whether or not to go to see Luo Zhen.

“Who saw someone on the Internet for less than a few days, and before that, there was only a gunshot relationship, and it turned out to be a date? ”

Poetry speaks these words countless times.

However, this is just an excuse.

Admittedly, the relationship between Luo Zhen and Poetry is definitely not very good, even a little subtle and complicated, but today, poetry has nothing to worry about.

After the day of the BoB Competition, Poetry never landed in the game again, living like a walking corpse for two days or lost.

Poetry is curious to know what really happened to Luo Zhen after that and how he handled the events he faced, so there is also a constant focus on online news to see if there are any stories.

However, Luo Zhen seems to have disappeared completely. Not only has there been no report of him, but there are even rumours on the Internet that he has turned his character back into ALO and returned to ALO. The rest of the news is not at all.

“Wasn't it reported? Or was it deliberately hidden? ”

Poetry doesn't know what's going on.

However, given that the Dead Gun incident would be linked to a former SAO incident, it would seem normal for the police to hide the incident from the full submarine market and the network.

Poetry, as a victim of an incident, should have had the right to know, but neither the police nor any other official had approached her to prove that she had been isolated from the incident.

“Isn't that what that guy did? ”

Poetry has given rise to this idea.

Even in rational terms, the man, though powerful, should not be able to manipulate the official or even the police, it is impossible for him to stem from it and deliberately defend himself, but when I think of all the incredible things that the man had done and that he always had a careless and laughing face, the poem feels that, if it were him, he would really be able to do it.

So, um...

“Does that also mean that he really has a way of solving my problems? ”

Actually, that's the only thing poetry wants to know.

Poetry stood at the front door of the school, staring at the blue sky, unresponsive for half a day, allowing all the students around them to cast strange eyes.

It took a long time for the poem to sigh.

“If you're lying to me, blow his head off with a black katie. ”

Speaking such words as bold for yourself, poetry finally made up its mind to move forward.

Target, Rojin refers to the cafe.

............

It is a cafe located very close to the city centre.

The size of the cafe is said to be one of the top three shops in Tokyo as a whole. It is also well received on the Internet. Many celebrities and Homen's wives like to come here for afternoon tea, so it is rated as the most popular cafe. I don't know how many girls want to come here to enjoy it once, but because of their expensive consumption, they end up hoping.

Poetry came here and looked at the brilliant and atmospheric storefront in front of him, some retreating.

This was supposed to be a place where poetry could never be related in a lifetime. Even the girls and even the teachers in the class didn't know how many times to mention it. They said in an enviable tone, "If you can get into consumption once, it's worth your life". How could a child like poetry have the ability to consume here?

For a moment, poetry has the feeling of wanting to escape.

However, poetry is a little uncomfortable to hear the hidden laughter of the girls around them, as if they were laughing at "Look, another silly girl who can only look at the store door appeared".

“Anyway, just go in and have a look, and someone treats you. ”

These words, poetry is not self-confident.

Luo Jin's age should be no different than his own. He is also a high school student. How can he be able to spend here?

Nor has poetry ever heard the rumor that the Master is a disciple of fame, so if it turns out to be a trick, or AA system, or even a reckoning with letting poetry settle the bill, then poetry is fun.

“If you're going to choose, why don't you meet me at the usual store? ”

Poetry is somewhat abhorrent.

Finally, poetry took a deep breath, lifted the pace, and tried to get into it.

“Ding bell. ”

In the wind chimes of Joy's ears, poetry pushes the door.

In this way, the elegant violin enters the ears of the poem, bringing a quiet, peaceful and noble atmosphere.

The poem is presented in front of an incredibly luxurious and luxurious cafe.

Here, a single visitor wears bright clothes and, like attending a prom, talks to each other and laughs, leaving poetry with the illusion of falling into the social arena of the upper class.

Individual visitors also accidentally cast their gaze at the poems in uniform, which were somewhat unexpected and surprising.

Poetry shrank at the neck and suddenly has a stronger urge to escape.

Then the waiter came up.

“Welcome.” The waiter smiled with a career smile, as if he knew poetry, "Are you Miss Poetry? ”

“Ah...” the poem nodded awkwardly at first: “I... am... just how you...”

How do you know me?

That's what Poetry wants to ask.

The waiter smiled as if he knew the voice of poetry.

“Mr. Kiryu has instructed us that if a female student in uniform comes in, that's the guest he invited, probably named Shino, and let us take you to the second floor. ”

The waiter said so and made a gesture of invitation.

“Please come this way, Miss Shinai. ”

Rumor has it, Poetry hurriedly lowered his head, followed behind the waiter, led by her, to the second floor.

This place is more luxurious and luxurious than the ground floor, but somehow it doesn't even have a guest.

No, the Guest still has one.

“I thought you weren't coming. ”

Rojin, sitting in the only seat with a cup of coffee, looked at the poem and smiled like a tone.