What he said was as domineering as his people, and he didn't even have the right to refuse.
There is no reason, no reason, and no one dares to ignore his words. Of course, this little maid can't do it.
Finally, everyone followed his figure and watched him leave. For a long, long time, he was aloof and arrogant.
Thanks to his warning, as expected, no one came to trouble her again, and even some classmates gradually took the initiative to talk to her, and she greeted everyone with a smile. Her smile was very warm.
, also very kind, making people want to get close to them unconsciously.
So on the first day of school, she made friends with many people, including the girl who first made trouble for her, Asako Akiyama, who also apologized to her in the end.
Whether it was intentional or unintentional, whether sincere or pretending, she accepted it.
In fact, from Otoyu's point of view, she is not a bad person, and she is not a person who likes to care about things. Moreover, her character is actually like Qingxue's famous name, simple but a little narrow-minded, just pursuing the idol effect too much. There is nothing wrong with youth.
Actually, it's still very cute
And becoming friends is only a matter of time
After school, she packed her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. There was a light wind outside. It was a strange environment and strange people, but it was not a strange state of mind. She had long learned to be at ease with the situation. It only took one day to adapt.
Tomorrow, another new beginning
Where is she going now? Going home? But, didn’t Keigo Atobe say he wanted her to go to the tennis club?
It's okay, go and have a look, just think about it as a bet and miss someone. When she was in Qingxue, she ran there every day. Now she can't see tennis playing, and she seems a little lonely. Moreover, she heard from Fuji-senpai that Hyōtei
The tennis club seems to be very good
But, in such a big school, where is the tennis club? And where is she now?
She walked and looked, as if she was getting farther and farther away from her goal.
Xiang Riyueto looked at the girl who had been walking around for nearly half an hour, and had to ask him to stop. This newly transferred girl was really too strange.
In fact, he didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself. Girls were so annoying and she had to offend her. Now looking at it, it seemed like he had to take care of her.
"Hey, Saya-san," he finally couldn't help calling her and started spinning again. Didn't she even notice? She has been spinning around here.
"Yeah?" Otowa turned her head and saw Mugahigataketo in sportswear, with short burgundy hair, from the Hyokui Tennis Club. She had seen him, and it was okay. He was saved. Hyōtei, this school, is just like
It was like a maze, spinning so hard that she felt dizzy.
"Who are you?" When she walked in front of him, she looked up and looked at him. Fortunately, there was someone there, otherwise, she wouldn't know when to turn to him.
"I'm from the Hyokui Tennis Club, third grader. You can call me senpai." He smiled at her, showing his teeth slightly, very white.
"Senior, are you going to the tennis club?" In fact, she knew without asking. He was carrying a golf bag on his shoulder. Finally, there was someone who could lead the way, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes." He nodded. He looked at the not-so-short road in front of him and replied, "This road is the way to the Hyokui Tennis Club, and tennis is the largest club in Hyokui School."
"Senior, can you take me there?" she asked again, her big calm eyes flashing, quiet and clear.
"Okay, come with me." He turned around, and she followed. The boy's back had streaks of burgundy, which was his hair color, like the frost leaves in September, and the burgundy color was not as passionate as bright red.
, but it is a very calm color
It turned out that this girl's personality seemed to be okay, as long as she wasn't the kind who would go crazy when meeting Aobe, he was relieved.
After Renzu finished playing a game, he came down and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel. He took off his glasses and saw that the scenery outside was still clear and bright.
Putting down the racket, he put on his glasses and looked strangely at Atobe, who was sitting motionless on the lounge chair. On the other chair, there was Jirou Akutagawa, who was sleeping soundly. He was fine, because of this
Cilang is like this every day, there is no difference at all between sleeping and waking up.