One of them is a bodyguard and the other is a maid
Of course, she is a maid, but she has no sense of a maid at all. She is not one in the first place. That was forced on her by this domineering guy.
Otoyu looked towards the door, and accidentally saw a pair of evasive eyes, with some timidity and some shyness, and then she walked in slowly with some twitching.
She walked very slowly, as if counting the steps. After walking a few steps, she still stopped. But her person was actually still outside the door. There was no difference between walking and walking.
She is a very beautiful girl. In fact, there are almost no ugly girls in Hyokui. From a private aristocratic school, any one you pick out is considered a beauty.
The girl was holding a box in her hand, something like a lunch box. She saw her taking a deep breath, as if she was making a difficult decision.
What to decide?
Otoyu looked at her without blinking, and saw that the girl also felt her gaze. Then when he raised his head, he saw her staring at him. Then he quickly lowered his head, but kept looking at her from the corner of his eye.
,No, it’s next to her
She tilted her head. It turned out that she was another person who followed this kind of thing. She always encountered it several times a day. It seemed that this girl was here to deliver lunch, but the person she gave it to had never accepted it. Could it be that,
Still not giving up?
The idol effect is really powerful, pay it forward and it will never stop.
The girl standing at the door finally seemed to have mustered up the courage to approach the classroom, and then approached them step by step.
Atobe Keigo seemed to have known her for a long time, so he remained in the same posture, without even raising his head. He looked at the girl with an expressionless look, and then looked back.
"Atobe...Senior, I am a second-year student, Fujisaki Ako..." She introduced herself intermittently, her face was so red that her blood almost burst, and with trembling hands, she placed the bento in her hand on Atobe
before
"This is the bento I made, please accept it." After saying that, she closed her eyes for fear of seeing other people's rejection. She finally mustered up the courage and must not be frightened at this time. There is only one chance. If
If she didn't grasp it well, she didn't know if she could do it again. Her nervous heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Otoyu looked at the box she was holding in her hand. It wasn't too heavy, but why was it a little unstable? Is it heavy or nervous? Looking at the girl's closed eyes, she estimated that the second one was more likely.
And this, does it count? It is a confession in disguise.
It's just that Atobe Keigo didn't seem to hear her voice, his eyes were always on the book in his hand from front to back.
Seeing that no one responded for a long time, Fujisaki Ako opened her eyes and looked at the young man sitting on the chair as if she were nothing. She didn't even look at her. Tears burst out from her eyes in one breath and she couldn't stop them anymore.
Otoyu looked at the girl standing in front of them with a bento in her hand, and sighed. She couldn't bear it. She was young and extremely fragile. Although it was said that such a rejection would be better for her than acceptance, but
,Such hurt, really, she still can't bear it
She tugged on Atobe Keigo's clothes. The boy just glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and then calmly acted as if nothing was wrong. She tugged again, this time harder.
"Kinggo" she called his name with a begging look in her eyes. Even if she didn't accept it, she would at least give him some face. Don't sit still like this. You can always say something.
Putting down the book in his hand, Atobe Keigo finally glanced at Fujisaki Ako for a long time before he slowly said, "Oh, I made a bento, put it down."
The tone was a little reluctant and a little disdainful
Yinyu stroked her forehead. She really didn't expect him to say anything nice.