The day passed easily. She packed her schoolbag and saw Nazenxiang already carrying her schoolbag and walking towards her.
"Saya, let's go watch a tennis match. Today the tennis club has a ranking match," Nazenka said cheerfully. If there is a match, you will definitely see Tezuka-senpai play. His skills are very good in Seigaku, no, in the entire Kanto.
She was famous and unconsciously thought that Saya would definitely go there. Even if the engagement was broken off, she would definitely go to see Tezuka-senpai because of her feelings for him.
Saye Yinyu put her schoolbag on her back and shook her head. The hair on her forehead fell on her glasses, blocking her sight. She couldn't see others, and others couldn't see her.
"I'm not going" were just four words that made Ming Qianxiang almost turn to stone. She dropped her schoolbag to the ground with a cry, but only one voice came out in her head, Saya... she was sick...
Saye Etoyu picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. On the walkway with transparent glass, students kept walking out. She stood in front of the glass, and a ray of sunlight shined directly into her eyes. She squinted slightly, and then reached out to block her slender fingers.
, the sun kept beating unknown notes, smiling slightly, wandering in drunken dreams, she lowered her head and looked at Cao Yang, a group of people walked in a certain direction, and the leader was chatting happily with the young man next to him, no
, it’s another boy who’s enjoying, he’s still expressionless, it’s him, Tezuka Kunimitsu
Feeling Youdao's eyes looking at him, Tezuka turned to look at the classroom. At this time, a ray of sunlight just reflected on the glass, and his eyes could only see a blurry figure. What he could see most clearly was the
The slender hands on the glass are a little slender, but also a little beautiful.
"What's wrong, Tezuka?" The smiling boy followed his eyes and saw the same thing, but his angle was just right enough to see the girl's face. It was her...
His eyes that were always smiling opened at this moment, and the light blue sea-like eyes made the Mercury man suddenly become dangerous. He didn't like this person, and he rarely disliked anyone, but she might not be considered a normal person.
To be precise, he is not the only one who has this idea. Everyone in the ministry will have this idea to some extent, especially Tezuka himself. Having such a fiancée is really a torture to him.
Fortunately, everyone's torture is over
"It's okay, let's go, Fuji." Tezuka looked away and opened his slightly closed eyes slightly. There was still no expression on his face, or perhaps there was no expression at all, and of course there was no emotion at all.
"Ha! Yes," the boy named Fuji then laughed again, which was also a sign that remained unchanged. The two of them were hot and cold, and their handsome faces attracted the attention of many girls.
"Wow, Tezuka-senpai is so handsome. I really want to see his smile!" Tezuka's slender fingers stretched and straightened again, but his face remained expressionless. Fuji's mouth lifted up half a minute,
If you want to see Tezuka's smile, you can probably only see it in a dream. His face always has only one expression, which is that he is not as good as a mountain.
"No, no, Senior Fuji is handsome. I like Senior Fuji's eyes the most." The young man who called Fuji turned around and squinted his eyes, unable to see anything. The sunlight shone through the golden outline.
In her extraordinarily delicate smile, the elegance seemed to stir up a ray of light blue light.
The two teenagers slowly disappeared in front of everyone under the light blue sky, and the girls standing there had not yet recovered from the two invisible figures. Their pursuit had not lasted for a day or two.
Got it
Saye Yinyu picked up her schoolbag and walked down the stairs. She was missing those few strands of flamboyant fiery red hair and the six conspicuous earrings on her ears. It was a bit unlike her, but it was still easy to recognize because of that.
Putting on the black glasses on her ears, when she walked down the stairs, everyone stepped aside, as if in a tacit understanding, to make way for her.
She trembled her eyelashes a few times, and her glasses reflected a bright light. She walked out of the classroom. On the several-story teaching building, she could still see a few scattered students. She turned her head and looked at the sky, so clean.
Jing Lan's rotating eyes also flashed a light blue under the lens, like a white cloud floating up. When they gathered together, those clear eyes seemed to be covered by a thin layer of mist. She had never been like this for a long, long time.