"Meow~" The familiar cat meow was still in her ears. Xianyu raised her sore arm and rubbed it. A feeling of back pain was quickly received by the brain. Xianyu sat up. This body was really...
Is it made of glass? She has obviously done half of the previous training volume. Why is the pain all over her body so severe?
After moving her body for a while, Xianyu grabbed her clothes and prepared to get up early for morning exercises. Every movement touched the pain nerves so easily, so she had to slow down a little and try to calm down her mood. She couldn't rush things like physical strength, and she would have to do it in the future.
It will be fine...
Xian Yu was half-limping and took a full hour to run to school. Fortunately, she got up earlier, otherwise she would be late today...
As soon as she sat down in her seat, Xianyu threw herself on the table with sweat profusely, breathing heavily. With her current physical strength, it would be useless no matter how good her skills were, and a month was used to improve a person's physical strength.
, the effect is not great, because when she is growing up, Tahara Maihime is also growing...Forget it, the more you think about it, the easier it is to feel frustrated. Don't lose to Tahara Maihime in the psychological battle.
Closing her eyes, Xianyu's thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, a faint fragrance poured into her nose, and the cool touch on her forehead also made her feel very comfortable. She moved a little before opening her eyes: "
Yukimura, what are you doing?"
"You sweat so much on your forehead." Yukimura handed the handkerchief to Xianyu, lowered his head and said, "It's easy to catch a cold if you don't dry it."
Xianyu was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer Yukimura, and finally uttered two words: "Thank you."
Sometimes she is not used to someone being so kind to her, sometimes she is not used to someone caring about her, sometimes she is not used to someone caring about her...
Seeing Yukimura turn around, Xianyu whispered a little gossip and asked Zi Yeyin, who was distracted next to him: "Yinliu, does Marui Bunta like you?" She had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but she was afraid of touching Yinliu's wounds, so
I never asked.
Ziye Yinlu came back to her senses and glanced at Xianyu, her face lit up with a crimson fire: "Don't make blind guesses, there should be no such thing."
"But I..." Xianyu rubbed Yinyou's soft long hair and said teasingly, "I feel like I do, otherwise why would you be embarrassed..."
Yinliu held her chin with her hand, looked out the window at the sun that had risen so high, and sighed faintly, so what if Bunta liked her, she would only love Yukimura in this life. In fact, as long as
It doesn’t matter what happens to Yukimura Yukimura...
When the bell rang for the last class, Xianyu breathed a long sigh of relief. School was finally over. She looked at the blackboard every day and saw the things she had learned and memorized by heart. She really felt uncomfortable.
"Xianyu, you have trouble with your legs and feet. Why don't you come to the tennis club? I'll take you back after the tennis club's training." Yukimura was packing his schoolbag while thinking about the problem of Xianyu's return home. It would be safer for him to send Xianyu there.
I like Genichiro so much.
"No need." Xianyu quickly refused. If Atobe bumped into her again, there would probably be another debate, but...it seemed like she was the unlucky one every time in the end, "I came alone this morning too.
, and I have something to do and I won’t go home right away.”
