She walked over and inevitably received n unfriendly glances. He was used to it, and she was used to it. Being at the same table with such a person, in fact, she was already the public enemy of all the girls in the school. However, in the summer, Jiulumei
Under the influence of that incident, they could only do this, writing all their anger and jealousy in their eyes to the maximum extent, and she naturally received it, but she could also ignore it.
They have nothing to do with him
Sitting on the chair, she took out the book from her schoolbag. She had not gone to class yet. The next class was English class. Her English level has never been very good.
Looking up, she happened to see him looking at her with a gorgeous smile, and she saw her reflection in his eyes. She was the only one, small, small, so precious to her.
For a moment, her eyes seemed to be a little blurry. At this time, the boy's smile made her heart beat faster several times.
She lowered her head in some escape, took a deep breath, and then raised her head again. However, her mind had calmed down a bit at this time. Looking at this face every day, sometimes she was really surprised. He was really so beautiful.
He's too dazzling. No wonder all the girls in Hyokui are crazy about him. He is really too gorgeous.
"Kinggo, lend me your notes." She stretched out her hand and smiled slightly. Her smile was like a small white rose flower.
"Why, are you fascinated by my perfect appearance?" Atobe Keigo really didn't miss any opportunity to make fun of her, but he still took out a white-covered notebook from his schoolbag and threw it to her, then lowered his head and continued.
While reading his English book, I saw her suddenly flushed face out of the corner of my eye.
It seems that I really told him the right thing. Inexplicably, I am in a good mood.
Otowa took the notebook, and what was recorded on it was very clear, one word, one sentence, everything was very clear, and it was easy for her to understand. In fact, sometimes she felt a little strange. With Atobe Keigo's performance, probably, this kind of notes would be useful for her.
For him, it was nothing but a necessity. Since it could be used, she accepted it without hesitation. In this way, she could almost pass the English class. With his notes there, English would not be that difficult.
Atobe Keigo's notes are now necessary for her to go to school. If she leaves him, she really doesn't know what to do. This is not a good habit. She sighed, some things really can't be thought about in detail, otherwise
, it really makes her breathless, so now I only talk about the corridor when I was young, the road is still long.
At noon, she placed the lunch box with snacks in front of them. Sure enough, as expected, they seemed to be used to this way of eating, whether it was delicious or not.
But Atobe Keigo just looked at it without moving at all. The smile on the corner of his mouth never fell, his lips were slightly pursed, and there was always something unfathomable in his eyes. Of course, he was just waiting for his own moment.
share, give this to them
"So, that store is still open?" Renzu ate one and looked at Otoyu with some meaning. He really hoped to buy it, but they all knew that this was not a purchase.
But since she said that, just treat it as a purchase, just buy more.
Otowa placed another smaller box in front of Atobe Keigo, and he just raised his eyes symbolically. There was an extremely bright light in his eyes, like a Milky Way, with stars shining.
He opened the box with his own hands, elegantly picked up the silver chopsticks placed on the table, picked one up and put it in his mouth as if he was enjoying it.
The sweet and soft taste filled his taste buds. It was indeed a good taste. He had eaten countless delicacies. However, he liked the things her little maid brought him very much. It was different from food to him.
It seems that there are some other things that attract me. Every time I eat, I always feel that there will be a soft ripple in my heart. There is always a sense of nostalgia that is constantly being entangled, a little intoxicated, and a little addicted.
Because I don’t eat it often, I always have time to think of this taste. I miss it very much and cherish it.