After hearing her words, Fuji still sat there. The wind kept blowing his hair. He looked up at the stars in the sky. His eyes slowly opened, and a Milky Way formed inside. It was very bright and beautiful.
It was very mysterious, "I'm thinking of Tezuka! Your eyes, your eyes, and your heart all tell me that you are thinking of him." He chuckled, half joking, half serious, which was hard to figure out.
His current mood, then, he stood up. His thin body seemed a little weak, but no one could find any weakness in him. The seemingly thin boy, in fact, was
Very tough, he, Fuji Shusuke, always buries himself deeply
He is smiling, neither near nor far, his eyes are like the moon in the sky, curved in a perfect arc
However, it makes people feel very comfortable, not ostentatious or indifferent
She paused slightly and did not refute
"Let's go, Senior Fuji, it's very cold in the mountains at night," she smiled slightly. It was a very calm voice that slowly faded in the wind. It turned out that she had been immersed in her own thoughts, but she didn't know that everything had already happened.
Is her performance really so obvious after being understood by others? No matter how time goes by, she still can't get out. How long will she have to wait until the day she forgets?
And Bu Erzhou's smile behind him is still blooming quietly under the night sky
The next day, when she woke up, not to mention all the official members of Qingxue, even the first-year students had woken up early, and she was the only one sleeping like a pig.
She looked at the alarm clock next to her pillow. It was already past 8 o'clock. She got up really late.
After getting dressed and washing her face, she walked out of the room. It was quiet. It was so quiet. Everyone had gone out. She walked to the kitchen. There was still no one in it, but the pot was still steaming. She opened a pot.
open
Yeah, it smells good, but it’s just a semi-finished product
She took a bite and slowly put something into it, her movements very skillful.
A series of footsteps sounded, and she turned around, still holding a spoon in her hand. They came back so early.
Why are you, those first graders? Momoro looked at her blankly, he was right, Saya Otowa is a housekeeping idiot, but what is she doing now? Cooking
something she made
Can it be eaten? Will it be like Senior Qian? Thinking of this, even the hairs on his body stand up. It’s so scary, so scary. I can’t even think about it. They have just finished training. It’s not like they want them.
After enduring this kind of torture again, he was so hungry, really so hungry...
"Whoever comes first, let's let one person try it first, otherwise we'll really be worried." Dashi Gan smiled, he had to eat it, but who will be the experimental subject needs to be discussed.
Everyone is retreating and praying, don't be him, don't be him, it's already miserable enough to be tortured by the senior's vegetable juice, wouldn't another soup kill them?
Fuji smiled, "I'll do it." He walked in from behind, looked at the pot of soup in front of him, took another spoon, then put it in the pot to scoop it up, picked up a small half spoon of soup and put it to his mouth,