Walking back to her dormitory, she opened the door, and a person immediately appeared inside. She raised her eyebrows slightly, why, it was her who was sleeping with her, it was her
"Ah, you're back. I'm sorry. I thought you weren't here, so I packed my things first." He had a cheerful voice and a simple smile. He looked very easy to get along with.
"Well, it's okay." Otoyu smiled at her, then walked into the room, walked to the window, opened the window, looked outside, and said softly, "Jialin, go."
The little bird that had been resting on her shoulder heard her voice, and quickly flapped its wings and flew out. It kept spinning in the air, and the clear bird song kept coming, flying farther and farther.
She didn't close the window until she couldn't see the little red figure, and then she saw her new roommate, and Juxing looked at her with frightened eyes.
"You are so awesome. Did you raise that bird? Is it the one on the Yuanyuandu?" She opened her eyes wide and said excitedly that she had just seen a very strange scene, although she had known about it earlier.
It was her, the model Tobihara Do, who lived together, but I was still very excited to see the real person. Moreover, I saw the bird, and it seemed that it was also a smart bird.
A really special person, quiet, no airs of a celebrity at all, a very comfortable person
"Ah, I forgot to introduce you." She extended her right hand. "My name is Tachibana, and I am a second-year student at Fudomine."
Otoyu reached out and held her hand. Her hand was as moist and warm as hers. She looked at the hands of the two of them intertwined. Sure enough, it was a girl different from her. She raised her head, indifferently.
, "My name is Saya Otowa, a third-year Hyotei student. Hello."
"Grade 3, are you in grade 3? You look about the same age as me." When she heard that she was in grade 3, Juxing was a little surprised. Looking at her, she didn't look like a grade 3 student at all.
Withdrawing her hand, Otoyu felt no surprise at all, and replied with a slight smile, "Well, I'm a skipper." After saying that, she sat on the edge of the bed, took out her bow from the side, opened it, and put her things away.
Hearing that the other party was a grade-skipping student, Tachibana Kyoko was even more surprised, "Jikki-sama, you are really great. I envy you. Not only can you be a model for Tobihara, but you are also a grade-skipping student. You must be very smart."
Her voice kept coming. In fact, Otoyu knew what her expression was without raising her head.
Nothing more than surprise, wonder, or envy
But, is she really worth the envy of others? If she could choose, she would rather be like her, without many worries, only with the broken locks that belong to her youth, with a healthy body, and the freedom to do what she wants, such as
Said she loves tennis
It's just that now, she can only watch and envy them who can play tennis in her heart. In the future, perhaps, there will be greater dangers waiting for her. As for being smart, not
She is not smart at all. Her grade-skipping was caused by Atobe Keigo.
She looked at the watch on her wrist. She saw a silver, exquisite women's watch. It was a grade-skipping gift given to her by Keigo Atobe at that time. It had been 3 hours now.
She really doesn't understand?
In the end, what did she do wrong...
He ignored her again
Really, not anymore?
Or, will you ignore it in the future?
Why are you so sad?
A stack of magazines appeared in front of her, like magic. She looked up and saw Juxing's face with a pure smile, "Here, do me a favor and sign them all."
"This is Kamio, this is Fukasa, this is mine, this is my brother's, and..." She mentioned a lot of names, except for Kamio, no one she knew, and soon
Yes, a stack of picture albums was placed in her hands
"Please," she clasped her hands, "I bought this after looking for it for a long time, so you must sign it."
Without giving her time to refuse, Juxing put the pen into her hand, then opened the first page and looked at her eagerly. She lowered her head, smiled helplessly, and then wrote her name seriously on