Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

"Are you crazy?"

Yingli puffed her face.

"What, haven't you given it to Lun Ye yet?" Mori Yuesha sighed, and the two stopped in the corridor and found a window to chat on their stomachs.

Occasionally, cherry blossom petals are blown in by the wind and scattered in the corridor.

"I haven't decided to do it yet!" Ying Lili leaned out of the window angrily, trying to reach out to catch the scattered pink.

She said, her eyes glanced at Sen Yuesha's direction without any trace, and after a few seconds, she immediately avoided the other party's sight, pretending to look into the distance.

"have not decided yet?"

Mori Yuesha smiled and mocked: "You bought all the eggplants as big as you, but you haven't decided yet? Then what are you buying eggplants for..."

"Don't speak yellow accents to me!! I'm telling you something serious!!"

Ying Lili tentatively tapped the back of Mori Yuesha's hand with her fingers, and gently held her hand—she looked up, and the other party looked at herself with doubts.

"What's wrong?" Mori Yuesha looked at her hand: "Shake hands now, but also ask for my opinion?"

Ying Lili held Mori Yuesha's hand without answering.

...I'm just doing an experiment.

The two leaned against the window, and not long after, the girl's face began to turn crimson.

Mori Yuesha blinked: "So, Ying Lili called me out just to watch the cherry blossoms with me and shake hands?"

"No, no! I was afraid that you would say something you shouldn't say in class... Well." She was discouraged, looked at Sen Yuesha in frustration, and let go of her hand.

what's wrong?

Ying Lili pursed her lips and shook her head: "That Nakajima is learning from you."

Two girls were leaning against the window, one was plump and mature, the other was quiet and cute. Among the beautiful scenery, there was only one person who didn't like it very much.

Even angry.

Hiding behind the corner, my wife Yuno, who showed half of her face, was staring at Eiriri.With her hands behind her back, the clicking sound kept rising and falling, which sounded very disturbing.

It was a utility knife.

The sharp blade was pushed out by the girl's thumb, slid in, pushed out, slid in.

She looked at Ying Lili who was chatting and laughing with Mori Yuesha blankly, and her palms were getting harder and harder.

…………

"Hey, Nakajima, today's outfit is great!"

"However, isn't it too similar?"

During the class break, several girls got together and whispered together, discussing dressing, boys and girls, and the recent big event——

"Cultural festival, Nakajima, you must participate, right?"

"What a beautiful day!"

Saki Nakajima glanced at Mori Yuesha proudly, and found that the other party did not notice this side.She waved at the girls beside her, revealing a little secret in her words.

"I dress like this all the time. On the first day of school, I found someone dressed like me... I was shocked!"

With her turquoise nails, she tapped on the table lightly: "Maybe my homepage is too popular? Recently, many people have left messages for me, asking me about my style of dressing."

"It's normal to be learned, don't hate others..."

Chatting meaningfully, several gazes scanned Mori Yuesha's face, and Nakajima Saki looked worried, and took the hand of the girl beside her.

"What, so it's your fan?"

There was a lot of chatter around.

"Not necessarily... I just said, I wore it like this a long time ago..."

Nakajima Shahi was not firm in her denial, she persuaded with a hesitant face: "In short, even if you get advice from me, you still have to work hard on your own!"

"And, maybe it's a coincidence?" The girl's weak expression filled the other girls around with righteous indignation, and they opened their mouths to defend her.

"It can't be a coincidence, it's disgusting!"

"That's right, I copied Nakajima's dress, and even deliberately bumped into your shirt when school started."

Several boys walked around the class with basketballs, their faces full of bewilderment.

They had no idea what these girls were talking about.

Mori Yuesha sighed.

She pushed away the chair, stood up, and walked in the direction of Nakajima Saki.

Chapter 141 Chapter 15 Cloning Sheep?

Nakajima Saki has been paying attention to Mori Yuesha.

After this obscene girl got together with that idiot, Nakajima Shahi had already raised the banner of victory in her heart--even though she had such good conditions, she was unexpectedly withdrawn and out of gregarious...

Then don't blame me.

After all, gaining everyone's approval, controlling the voice of the class, being a heartthrob, being sought after by all men and women - this is how Nakajima Shahi has always been.

Those guys who threatened him either bowed their heads to him, or were stepped into the mud by him three or two times, and they would always be invisible people in the days that everyone hated.

Nakajima Saki, who was waving the flag, saw Mori Yuesa getting up and walking this way from the corner of his vision.

She sat up straight without any trace, changed the subject, and started chatting about other anecdotes with the people around her, never mentioning what happened just now.

It was as if the malice had never appeared.

Mori Yuesha brushed aside the two girls, stood in front of Nakajima Saki's table, and looked at her with her hands behind her back.

The corners of the girl's eyes drooped slightly, with curiosity in her indifference.

She just stood in front of Nakajima Shahi, watching without saying a word.

The chattering voices around gradually died down, and the students in the class, more or less, secretly focused their eyes on the two girls.

Two girls dressed very similarly.

It has to be said that Nakajima Shahi still miscalculated - the natural instinct of a woman made her realize that she was in a very awkward position at this time.

This is no longer a question of who is imitating whom, but a question of who is ugly and who is embarrassing after the shirt is bumped.

In the past, she didn't get overwhelmed by doing this, because she targeted girls who were weaker than herself in appearance and personality.

Obviously Mori Yuesha is not.

Her long hair like splashed ink was scattered, and the small tear mole on her lazy face added a bit of femme fatale glamor.

"Nakajima-san, I have to say, I haven't read your blog or anything."

Sen Yuesha, who had just woken up from a nap, had a hoarse voice, but to Ying Lili's ears, it added a certain sense of imagery——

For example, the girl wakes up from the white quilt half-covered, with disheveled hair and blurred eyes.

There was a smear of lipstick on the corner of her mouth, and after wiping it off with her fingers, it seemed that her lips were biting rose blood.

While pressing her chin, the girl looked at herself beside her.There is love and fire in her endless romantic pupils.

Then, she approached—

'Good morning, dear. ' After saying hello with a hoarse voice...

He rushed towards himself.

——The above are all fantasies of the irresponsible Mr. Eri Kashiwagi.

In fact, the confrontation in the class is still going on.

And, more and more embarrassing.

Mori Yuesha crossed her arms, and after explaining, she stared at the other party for a while, and suddenly said, "Mr. Nakajima, do you know why the cloned sheep don't live long?"

Eh?

Cloned sheep?

Sen Yuesha didn't wait much, she bent down, put her hands on the table, and raised the corners of her mouth: "Because it's a good learner and has no mother."

puff-

An Yilun also covered her mouth, took off her glasses, and stuck her head into her arms while laughing.

There was a burst of snickering in the class.

"You!!" Sahiro Nakajima stood up 'Teng', her fingers were almost reaching Mori Yuesha's face.

This reaction is... not right.

"Student Nakajima's English name..." Mori Yuesha avoided her fingers, "Is it called CtrlV?"

"Senyuesha!"

Nakajima Shahi's voice was very loud. She really didn't understand how this beautiful, eccentric and out-of-group girl dared to turn against herself in front of everyone.

Shouldn't the girls in the past be like swords and swords in the dark, and be kind on the surface?

Nakajima Shahi didn't know the characteristic of this forest lady who never played cards according to the routine.

Mori Yuesha tilted her head, and said suspiciously: "Well, because you are a poor student..."

She pointed to the girl's earring: "Did the gem on your earring be buckled from a Barbie doll?"

"A poor choice, three or four hundred thousand yen?"

After all, the girl's slender fingers picked up the emerald green of her left ear: "700 million yen, the item at the auction last quarter, morning dew."

Amid the stunned expressions of everyone, Mori Yuesha continued to comment, her small mouth clicked: "Here, let alone your purple bracelet, and, Nakajima-san's face is not small at all, and the direction of the end of the eyes is not small. It's not downward, why bother to draw eyeliner downward?"

"It will look bigger."

Sen Yuesha raised the corners of her eyes: "If I were you, I would put eyeliner on, use whiter makeup, and blur the lines of the face..."

After clenching her fists with both hands, Mori Yuesha suddenly unfolded and made a movement of fingers blooming: "The big cake can be turned into a small ball!"

Da Da~!

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