Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

"And the police in Tokyo... well."

"I'm not alone, there's my mother and grandma... Ah! Sorry."

Unexpectedly, he pointed directly at Mori Yuesha with his words, and Hiratsuka sat up quietly, stroking her black hair apologetically.

"Has Xiaosha been back recently? Are Aliya and the children okay?"

"I often talk on the phone." Mori Yuesha waved her hand, expressing her indifference: "Recently, I took a cruise ship out to sea and experienced an extremely cruel shipwreck. I haven't had a chance to see Alia and the others since I came back."

"shipwreck?"

Mori Yuesha blinked: "Titanic."

Hiratsuka thought for a while: "I haven't heard of it, is it an older model cruise ship? How many days in Europe?"

Sen Yuesha stretched out her hands and made a gesture of [-]: "The cruise ship built in the [-]th century went to the Atlantic Ocean and then to the Astral World."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's expression was indescribable.

"I'm a little worried now, you're the one being bullied..."

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At lunch, Mori Yuesha happened to go to the storage cabinet to get something.

Opening the cabinet door, a light blue letter with roses printed on it fell out.

It seemed to have been stuffed in through a gap on the outside of the cabinet, and there were scratches on the front cover.

On the first day of school, there is such a thing?

Mori Yuesha turned over to take a look, picked up the letter, and took her lunch to the rooftop.

My wife Yuno had been waiting for her there early.

"How is it? Did Yuesha choose any position today?" My wife Yuno put the lunch box on the chair, saw Mori Yuesha push the door in, and took out a tissue to spread it.

"No, I don't want to be an unpaid laborer."

Mori Yuesa's insensitive thanks, but my wife Yuno teased: "Power, power. If you start from the monitor and then become the student council president, won't Yuesa be able to dominate all the girls in the school?"

You are right...but.

Why should I dominate all the girls in the school...?

My wife Yuno moved to the side and helped Mori Yuesha open the food box, took out the chopsticks and arranged it.

Suddenly, she saw the blue letter.

Just clipped to the bottom of the food box.

"This is?"

"Well, I don't know who put it in. Open it and see."

"Can I read the letter Yuesha received?"

Talking about discussing, Fen Tuanzi quickly cut the sealant with his nails, pulled out the letter paper inside and opened it.

The action is urgent and fast.

A piece of letter paper, not too big or too small, has been folded twice, and there are still traces of rubbing on the corners. It seems that the owner of the letter is a little nervous.

The handwriting is crooked, judging from the name, it is probably a boy.

'Hello, Mori Tsukisa.I'm Daigo Kato from Class C. "

"In this season of encounters between people, how the cherry blossoms bloom—'

Barbara.

"Why did he write and describe so many scenery?" My wife Yuno looked at the letter suspiciously, and then looked at Mori Yuesa who was chewing and chewing rice.

"Using things to describe people, borrowing scenes to express emotions." The girl loved eating the tempura fried by my wife Yuno, and wiped out a small half of the box with a click. "It can only be said... courage is commendable."

My wife, Yuno, read the entire paragraph in an orderly manner, shaking her head and shaking her head in the tone of reciting a haiku.

In comparison, words are much greasy than the fat on rice.

"How about it, Yuesha wants to talk to him?" The girl teased, not caring at all that a boy wrote a confession letter to Mori Yuesha. "There is also contact information on it."

Sure enough, the other party shook his head.

"Then... just throw it away?"

My wife Yuno picked up the letter paper and was about to tear it off, but Mori Yuesha stretched out her hand and pulled it away.

Mori Yuesha put the letter back into the envelope and put it under the lunch box.

"In short, it's a heart. Although I can't respond, I can't just destroy it casually." Mori Yuesha put down her chopsticks, "Speaking of which, this kind of guy who regards confession as a 'start' looks immature and inexperienced." How to do it."

My wife Yuno nodded curiously, signaling Morizuki to continue.

"That's it." Mori Yuesha pointed to the letter, "Confession is not the 'beginning' of a relationship, it is the 'completion'. In a relationship, two people are ambiguous with each other, and after knowing each other's intentions..."

"The confession is the final word. In other words, if you are not sure that the other party likes you, why should you confess?"

"Confession is just a 'confirm' button for those who already like each other."

"Otherwise, isn't it gambling?"

Miss Mori Tsukisa, who had just been "broken up" not long ago, was talking about her experience with my wife Yuno who had no love experience. Obviously, like Shizuka Hiratsuka, she was also a woman without self-knowledge.

"Yuesha knows a lot." My wife Yuno smiled, and suddenly shook her phone at Mori Yuesa: "Do you know that there is a particularly popular saying among young people nowadays?"

Ok?

My wife Yuno resumed the embarrassing tone of reciting, and stared at Mori Yuesha with deep eyes.

"Single dog, single dog, you are usually so busy, what are you doing?"

"Yeah, I found it!"

"It turns out that they are giving relationship counseling to people who are in love!"

Moriyukisha:  …

(｀へ?)

Chapter 137 Chapter 11 The Flower of Evil

My wife Yuno was fatally shot.

Mori Yuesha gave her a blank look, and after swallowing the seaweed in small mouthfuls, she scratched Yuno's waist with her fingers like claws.

"You've all learned badly now."

"Slightly." My wife Yuno stuck out her tongue.

Anyway, she always looks like that, although the instigator himself doesn't think it's his true expression - that poisoned and indifferent heart is always beating to remind her.

This is the cute side she left to Mori Yuesha alone.Pretended though... no, who cares how dirty the rose grows from, as long as it's beautiful enough?

The two finished their lunch leisurely and packed their lunch boxes.Sitting on the bench, Qiqi unconsciously closed her eyes, feeling the wind blowing from the roof.

My wife Yuno whispered what she had seen and heard when she left, and Mori Yuesa also talked about recent events.

Inevitably, Xia Shizi was mentioned.

"Huh? A novelist?"

Mori Yuesha nodded and corrected: "He is a novelist with full potential."

She is very optimistic about Xia Shizi's "Love Metronome".

Currently being rejected by the editor for revision is only because the author's description of some emotional details is not vivid and deep enough. This has something to do with experience and does not prevent the author from being an extremely talented person.

At least Mori Yuesha believes that even if "Love Metronome" can't be a big hit, it should be an outstanding work.

"Tsukihime's evaluation is so high? It's rare." My wife Yuno opened her eyes and turned her head curiously: "I want to read this novel."

"The author sent it to me unilaterally." Mori Yuesha smiled: "The outline shows that it is a love triangle."

Naoto, Sayuka, and Shinyui.

My wife, Yuno, listened quietly, and Mori Yuesa just talked about the problem like a superficial touch-good readers will ask questions, but it is up to the author to solve the problem.

"I thought you would encourage the author to let the two girls fall in love and work together to get rid of the male protagonist."

My wife Yuno looked around at the empty rooftop and snickered.

Mori Yuesha did not respond.

Her gaze penetrated the iron net on the edge of the roof and spread to the playground below.Some boys, who had finished their lunch quickly, were gathering together by a dozen to fight for the ball.

Several girls walked around the runway, hand in hand, and quietly turned their eyes to the sweating boys during the conversation.

Yet the boys knew nothing.

They only care about the football at their feet.

"No, I won't. I want the author to publish 'normally'."

A certain word in Sen Yuesha's words seemed to be speaking to herself. The afternoon wind blew her seaweed-like long hair, and a strand hung on the side of her face. With the light, it was hazy and graceful.

A few sparrows perched on the protruding edge of the building corner, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

My wife Yuno stared at this picture in a daze, speechless.

After standing still for more than ten seconds, Mori Yuesha suddenly turned her head and smiled at my wife Yuno, the rose is in full bloom.

"Hey, it's easy to get sick when you're full."

She walked over by the light, bent down in front of my wife Yuno, and picked up the bag of the lunch box.

"Let's go."

The iron gate was closed from the outside, and the roof returned to silence.

Not long after, the sound of pages turning and paper rubbing against each other reappeared.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu sat on the bench behind the corner, concentrating on reading the novel.

That page stayed for a long time.

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At lunch time, there is almost no one in the class.