Walking with her head lowered, Otoyu just looked at her schoolbag, her long eyelashes curled at a beautiful angle. She knew that when she appeared in this school, there would be many rumors. This was inevitable, so,
All she needs to do is just be herself, don't think about it, and don't have to explain, because explanations are useless
She raised her eyes and looked at Seiichi Yukimura who was walking next to her. He still had the same smile, gentle and polite. Sometimes it was so warm that it made her feel a bit like marshmallows, soft and slightly sweet.
"Don't worry, they are just talking." Yukimura Seiichi caught her gaze, thinking that she was worried because of what the people next to her said, or that it made him a little worried.
As for what she was worried about, she couldn't understand
Otoyu shook her head, "You know, I won't." She really won't. She has encountered this kind of situation too many times, so she doesn't care too much. However, girls are really good at gossiping.
I don't know if this will affect him
"Jingshi, do you need to explain?" Otowa looked up at him. They were already used to calling each other by their names. He was, and so was she.
"Explanation, there's no need." Yukimura Seiichi smiled, his indifferent expression as soft and clear as the moonlight. He continued to walk forward, his voice was unhurried and still so gentle and pleasant, "All rumors are
It is inevitable that our explanation may be regarded as guilty conscience by others. Whether it is true or false, it is just us. Why should we care about other people's opinions? Otoyu, you think so too, no.
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"Yeah," Otoyu smiled softly. It was exactly what she thought. She was afraid that she would bring him trouble, because she had brought enough trouble.
She looked forward, and what was faintly heard in her ears was the clear and clear footsteps of the young man. It was very light, but very firm. Yes, we just need to be ourselves, just be ourselves.
Turning her face, her eyelashes fell in a light green arc. He was another young man who didn't care about rumors. He seemed to have his own way of doing things. With such a character, he looked a bit like that person.
When they walked into the classroom, they were already sitting in their seats, opened their schoolbags, took out their books and put them on the table. Yukimura Seiichi was always very focused in class.
Occasionally, he would look at her and point out issues that she didn't understand. She found that she liked listening to his voice very much, just like listening to the flow of spring water. It sounded pleasant to the ear, and some extremely gentle tenderness slowly flowed through her heart.
She only had two days of classes at Lihai University, but she was already used to the new courses and people. But she was still unfamiliar with this school.
After school in the afternoon, Yukimura Seiichi left first because she had something to do. She still had a few questions to answer, so she had to stay and finish them before leaving.
After about half an hour, she put her homework into her schoolbag, picked up her schoolbag and walked out. Occasionally, a few classmates would greet her, and she would respond with a smile. It was still a strange school, a strange one.
The people, however, are also too friendly
She looked at her watch. It should be enough time to buy scented tea now. Therefore, it was impossible for her to go to the tennis court. She didn't know if there was any scented tea shop in Kanagawa. Maybe she could only look at it while walking.
She took a deep breath, and then started walking towards the school gate. There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. Lihai University had many gardens. Because it was summer, the flowers were blooming at this time, and the flowers were fragrant and very beautiful.
The scenery in the school is actually very beautiful. It is really enjoyable to study in such an environment.
The sunshine in the afternoon has become much weaker, not as strong as at noon. It falls on the ground through the fine leaves, and some soft light falls. It sways in the breeze, one by one, one by one, slowly intersecting.
moving, moving
She stood under the shade of the tree, looking up at the leaves, the small leaves. At this time, she still couldn't name them. The breeze blew by, and occasionally a few leaves would fall to the ground.