As she approached the school, there were a few fallen leaves on the clean paths. The sunlight swept down them tiredly, and when she stepped on them, she heard a quiet sound and circled soft lines parallel to her feet.
, the fallen leaves in summer still contain some moisture.
It's just that she has been away for only more than a month, but she feels that she has been away for a long time. Even the distance seems very far, very far away. Compared with Yubingdi School, Qingxue is more gorgeous and fresh. In terms of liking,
In fact, she still likes Qingxue more, because Qingxue is a special existence to her. She was reborn here, and the first person she met was a person here, so she always had a very cordial feeling. Although she left,
, but have never forgotten
This is actually her starting point, her starting point in this world
She walked and looked at it, and it was still a very familiar road. She had not forgotten it at all, and it had not changed at all. She liked the scenery of Qingxue. It was very ordinary, but also very comfortable.
In the distance, there was a rustling of footsteps and the sound of voices. It seemed that there were many people there. It wasn't the weekend, so why were there so many people at this time?
She stopped because the people in front of her were getting closer and closer, and she could already hear their conversation.
"Fortunately we are here, otherwise we wouldn't be able to see the tennis match."
"Yes, Senior Fuji is so handsome."
"That's right, it's a pity that Tezuka-senpai is not here. I like to watch him play tennis the most."
The girl's voice came out more and more clearly, and those two words Tezuka tightened his grip on her heart.
After such a long time, is he still affecting her? Inadvertently, although some things are rarely remembered, she has never forgotten that boy. How is he? She rarely asks about him, and her brother never takes the initiative.
mentioned, then, today, can we know
He lowered his eyes slightly, and there was a faint wind blowing in the corners of his eyes, blowing away some of the past. In his memory, the thin shadow with few memories and seen very few times was still very vivid and clearly reflected in the indifferent person in front of him.
Boy,Tezuka Kunimitsu
A group of people slowly walked towards her. She looked up and saw the people coming.
is her
She didn't know anyone else, but she knew the girl walking in the middle with a bright smile.
Qingmuqiaojia,
How come I can see her everywhere? She is destined to be with her, but it's just a bad fate. I believe Qingmu himself thinks so too. Neither of them likes each other. After so many things happened, no matter who it is,
Whoever calculated first, as of today, they can no longer do it all over again
And naturally the team also saw her,
"Shaye!" someone exclaimed, seemingly very surprised.
She just nodded to them and walked directly over. In fact, she didn't know them, so she didn't need to be too enthusiastic, and it was not necessarily that they would welcome her.
Because I am unfamiliar, I don’t understand. Because of that person, there is no need to understand. The war between women is actually very cruel, and she doesn’t want to go to that point.
It's not fear, it's just trouble
Qingmu Qiaojia looked at her retreating figure, her fingers tightly clenched into fists, and her originally beautiful face became distorted and a bit scary.
"It's really her. I really want her to sign it. Her photo is so beautiful. Although Tobihara didn't announce the name of the model, it is Saya, and Saya-senpai also admitted it."
"Yeah, why did I forget it? Maybe it's still time to find her now."
"Hey, Qingmu, Qingmu, what's wrong with you?" Everyone was discussing Otoyu, but there was a sudden cry from Qingmu Qiaojia. Everyone knew about Qingmu's past with Saya, but she had already transferred to
Now that the Ice Emperor is gone, is there anything else that happened between them?
"Last time at Hyokui..." Qingmu Qiaojia raised her head and let others look at her eyes. They were very red and pitiful.
When the picture freezes, another conversation about everything goes wrong.