[Net King] 15 years old

Asakura struggled to steady himself, unable to find the other party's face, he could only smell the smell of ink.

"Are you free? Can you help me send these materials to the student union?"

Walking through the central avenue into the administration building, she was still a freshman of the first grade of junior high school in the original dress, with the original childishness and impetuosity. On the first day of school, the corridors were empty, and Asakura felt really bored, so she felt itchy and went to look in her arms. That stack of freshman materials.Every ID photo is rigid and serious, with an expression of bitterness and hatred, not like going to school but like going to the battlefield, it can be packed and posted on Twitter directly.

She was walking up the stairs while laughing, her attention was completely lost on her feet, so she stepped on the ground at the end of the steps and fell down with her and the documents.

The world is quiet.

Asakura Sekai sat up from the white A4 paper, looked up and saw another boy.

On the third floor of the social office building, the long corridor is like a tunnel of time. The young man stands against the light, and no one can see his expression clearly.

The moment the four eyes met, Qian Cang's heart actually rose with a vague warmth, and the next second, a deer recklessly crashed into the misty water vapor, splashing a burst of joyful regret.

So humiliating.

The boy froze for a moment before closing the door behind him.Only then did she realize that she still had work to do, she looked back and stood up, staggering to clean up the mess.

"Give you."

The document bags scattered on the ground were neatly folded and handed to her. Right above them were a pair of knuckle-boned hands.Asakura took it in a panic, and the top copy actually belonged to him, and he was drawing it out of the file bag, and the ID photo he took casually happened to be exposed outside.

In the hot weather, she pinned her bangs with a hairpin, and two pimples spread out on her forehead.

"It's cute." The boy smiled.

Asakura Sekai stared blankly at the person in the center of the photo. At that moment, he wished he could stamp his forehead with a stamp of "Unqualified".

really?

She quickly bit her tongue and almost asked.

"Your ankle is swollen, is it okay?"

The boy gave her a hand politely and sent her to the infirmary, where the doctor prescribed medicine and sat down on the bedside.Asakura Sekai pursed his lips tightly, and began to search for topics, but he heard him say lightly, "Give me the information, take it to the student union for you, and go back to class after you can walk."

The snow-white door slammed shut, cutting off her gaze.

Asakura World was lying on the soft bed in the infirmary, but there was a Princess and the Pea in her heart who was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.

She turned her face to the side and smiled softly. The girl's heart was like roasted syrup, flowing wantonly, sweet and joyful.

☆、[03] This person will shine

During the recruiting week of clubs not long after the start of school, she finally learned the name of the boy from the nympho declaration of "You look so handsome, I want to confess to him casually" from the students around me.

I was in a trance for a moment.

There was a huge crowd in front of the registration place of the student union, struggling to squeeze in front of the long table, Asakura suddenly thought of the book he had read recently.

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my lust. My sin, my soul.

Lo-Li-ta: The tip of the tongue goes up, in three steps, from the palate down to gently land on the teeth.

lo.Korea.tower. "

She smiled slightly.

"Asami-Chuan, um, Asami-Chuan."

In the next second, the string of titles attached to this name surged in, "President of the Student Council", "Number One in Ten Thousand Years", and "National God", which perfectly matched the person in front of him, shining golden.

She heard the Princess and the Pea in her heart lower her head and let out a slight sigh.

After handing over the registration form to a junior high school girl, she turned around and left.The deskmate next to her grabbed her and said, wait a minute, let me take a photo and keep it at home for appreciation.

She turned around.

The figure behind the long table stood up suddenly, and the moment he raised his eyes, he met hers.

However, this was the last time in the six years of middle school and high school, she stared at Asamigawa openly for the last time, holding the cool arm of the classmate beside her through the barriers of crowds of people, there was no humility and expectation in her smile.

It seemed that he just went down with a shovel and unintentionally unearthed the secrets in his heart.So far, the mysteries of life and the meaning of youth have all come out.

The hearts of girls in Asakura World are on fire.

She squeezed into the student union, and was just an unknown little secretary at first, shuttling through the social office building all day long, following the funny and romantic footsteps that fell on the corridor that day.A year later, the senior sister who introduced her graduated, and Asakura Sekai also took off the dull ribbon on her chest, and sat at the vice president's desk.

As a third student of the country.

No one knows what happened in this short year.She wrote questions day and night upside down, carrying her schoolbag to the library for self-study on a hot day, from the middle rank, to the top, and then to the first place in the grade. The rotten second-year textbooks have been sucked out of the essence; class reunions are all rejected, no shopping, no dating, and even rare pastimes such as listening to foreign songs and watching original sound movies are based on "learning English well" In terms of utilitarian purposes; walk into the classroom at [-] o'clock in the morning, leave in the dark at dusk, spend all the self-study and club activities in the student union office in the afternoon, and take care of all the work that can be taken...

The day before the grade skipping exam, it was March when people were freezing but not freezing water.She went to a make-up class outside the school to pay the tuition fee for this year.Then he picked up his schoolbag and walked along the longest commercial street in the city, not wanting to go home.All kinds of complicated things have been completed again, she thought, such days are coming to an end.

Looking up, I saw a small shop for buying clothes. In such a drowsy weather, colorful knitted sweaters and T-shirts were hanging out one after another, like an arrogant notice of spring.

She was in a bad mood that day.Inside the schoolbag are a large volume of mock questions and practice papers, and the final challenge is getting closer.She is not afraid, anyone who is suddenly promoted to a new grade, and is not used to being with unfamiliar people, whether it is in study or life, will always be a little uncomfortable, but Asakura is just confused whether she is getting closer to happiness or farther away The inexplicable anxiety in her heart couldn't be extinguished, even if she tried to persuade herself to be patient and quiet as usual, it didn't work.

She looked at her reflection through the window of the shop, not arranging her appearance.The face that is incompatible with the dazzling array of popular elements is delicate and pale, with calm eyes, maybe it is narcissism, maybe it is self-pity, maybe there is no difference between these two emotions.

The mood miraculously settled down.

She quickened her pace, went home, opened the book and continued to review.No one could believe that someone would use such a method to force oneself to close his heart, and he didn't understand why that heart would be willing to hibernate. A teenage girl cultivated perseverance like an ascetic.

But Asakura World is good at this.

She likes to hold the papers or documents in her arms tightly and walk through the long corridor with her head down. Sometimes upstairs and downstairs are sleeping quietly, and her footsteps are like trampling on the dreams of these sleepers. To crush a few fragile dreams.She was always proud of herself for no reason at the moment.Over the years, only this kind of unreasonable pride has bound her like a shadow, as if she is not lonely, or her pride comes from this reserved loneliness-she doesn't know.

Asakura World never felt that secret love was painful.

She would take the results of each section test to compare with Asami Chuan. For a long time, the golden boy and girl rumored in the grade were the two of them-but the first place of the other party always pulled her away; she would Enthusiastically recommending herself to be a physics class representative, because she would pass by his class every morning when she handed in her homework; she would clean up the desk of the student union, just like when the two met by chance, she straightened her collar, stopped her back, and made every step She walks with a high spirit; she will sit down with her classmates in the cafeteria with a plate, and others will gossip, but she will listen with her ears up, without saying a word, but her eyes will be searching for where he is...

It is painful to ask for nothing.

This painstaking skipping exam made her school days stolen for no reason for a year.

So Asakura World told herself over and over again that she had no regrets, at least she got the chance to compete with him on the same red list.Secret love makes people grow up, and finally they are no longer the little girl who will fall down when climbing stairs.

This is enough.

However, after so many years...

Did she really have no unreasonable thoughts?Or is it because you know you can't get what you want, so you come up with such a perfect rhetoric such as "pure liking is beautiful"?

she does not know.

Memories are like a river, winding and silent.

Asakura World couldn't help being a little nervous, the information in her arms was like a heavy burden, reminding her of the embarrassment she had suffered all the time.So I had no choice but to turn my head slightly, seriously, but also said dryly.

"I'm so sorry to trouble Yukimura-kun today."

"It's okay." The boy's brows were curved, "It just so happened that I didn't want to participate in the cleaning. Asakura-san did me a favor."

She withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyebrows and smiled, but did not answer.The other party had already pushed the door open and walked into the student union office, her bony hand was firmly on the doorknob, and she barely let go until she stepped into the air-conditioning that filled the room.

Asakura said thank you with his lips, and then stood aside, listening to Yukimura greet Asamigawa naturally, calling him "brother" obediently.So the boy at the desk raised his head and glanced at the two of them.

Like a feather, gently brushing on the heart.

"It's Yukimura, just put it on my desk, thank you."

The owner of the voice stood up and took the folder in her hand first.He elongated his tone slightly, and asked politely, "This is—?"

"My new classmate, Asakura World."

Asakura withdrew his eyes from those hands, his heart was bubbling, but this one just nodded and said, "Hi, senior."

With the tip of the tongue up, gently land on the teeth from the palate down in three steps.She remembered the book she had read before.

He nodded to her, and a stranger with a vague face entered into his eyes: "What a good name."

On the way back, the air-conditioning stolen from the office dissipated under the scorching sun.Asakura Sekai reached out to wipe off the sweat from his temples, and heard Yukimura next to him cough lightly, asking, did Asakura-san... used to be in the same school as the president?

"No," she shook her head, "what's wrong?"

He just shrugged and said, nothing.

Asakura lowered his head and counted the tiles under his feet, one or two, and rubbed his hands on the slightly blunt answer just now, so he could only mumble: "Probably because the senior is too famous. I heard about Lihai's tiles a long time ago. I want to join the student council. Where is Yukimura-kun?"

Yukimura Seiichi really gave her face, not only frankly said that his goal is the tennis club, but even the promise that he will lead his team to dominate the world in the end, he made it lightly.

Asakura looked at the boy who had heard about it before, and his smile grew stronger: "Know Yukimura-kun, when you talk about this, your eyes will shine."

"Asakura-san, too."

"Eh?"

Yukimura shrugged at her: "Whenever your feet hit the edge of the tiles, it's like winning a lottery. Not only the eyes, but the whole body is shining. It's really childlike."

With a knowing blow, just a short sentence hit the head, Asakura Sekai turned his head away, his face flushed.

The two of them dawdled, chatting with each other, and each of them made up their previous social skills.When I got back to the class, the cleaning was over, the seats were all lined up, and the eaves were crowded with chattering fresh faces, only the back row by the window left two vacancies.

They are front and back tables.

Yukimura bowed: "Please give me your advice, Asakura-san."

"En." She laughed, eyebrows and eyes curved.

Later, Yukimura said that she looked at Asamigawa at that time, as if she was looking at an old friend.

The second day after school starts is the test.Asakura, who has his own high school knowledge reserve, answered the questions quickly, and successfully achieved the attack of "when Yukimura turned the page, she had finished writing" by using the BUG. After checking it, she was really bored, so she fell asleep on the desk so straight It is easy to cause adverse effects, so after thinking for a while, I decided to silently write the entire Guoyi equation on paper.

She told herself that she would skip a grade one semester earlier.

During the short 10-[-] minute get out of class time, the classroom was terribly noisy, and the voices of the answers filled the eardrums. Asakura World heard the weak voice coming from the ceiling above the head, and it seemed that the whole thing would be overturned in the next second.

Asakura World doesn't have the combat power to rush into a crowd and make noise, and it has no interest in coming here. What is surprising is that Yukimura just sat in the back without saying a word, and didn't pass on the word until the second math test was about to start. Here is a note, written in delicate handwriting, what is the answer to the last question?

Without thinking about it, she copied the process directly on the draft paper under her elbow, folded it into small strips and threw it back.

After a while, the stool was kicked lightly.A wad of paper landed on the table.

She unfolded her draft paper and read it softly—I understand, thank you.Another: Asakura-san knows a lot.

After pondering for a long time, I scratched my cheeks again and again, only to realize that the other party was referring to a few eye-catching equations above the process.

Not even yet, she snorted.

The author has something to say: lazy Yukimura-kun ww

Shy world of Asakura?(????ω????)?

Please comment 2333

☆、[04] superficial

A week later, the recruitment of new clubs began.

Asakura has already made plans not to stay in this class for a long time, so naturally he walks alone, so-so and even doesn't make friends, only he and Yukimura can be regarded as acquaintances.

During the lunch break, the whole classroom fell asleep quietly.Everyone left their seats one after another to go out to breathe fresh air. She was the only one left sitting on the seat gnawing bread boredly. on the seat behind.

"What is Asakura looking at?"

"Oh, this, chemistry." She turned her head and happened to bump into the subtle twitching of the corner of Yukimura Seiichi's mouth, so she raised the textbook in her hand even more happily, smiling brightly, "Yukimura-kun came back really early. The registration is over Yet?"

"Frankly speaking, I haven't been to the scene yet." He innocently stuffed the lunch box into his backpack, stood up and looked at her sincerely, "It's the president who always stays in the classroom and reads. Would you like to go with Asakura-san?" shopping?"

She chuckled: "What a strange metaphor, give me a good reason."

"It's wrong to say that. These are my sister's exact words. That's how she taught my brother who didn't want to participate in the summer festival."

Asakura World told himself that he was not the son of God that everyone would flock to in the future, he was just shopping around to recruit new people, it was no big deal.

So he nodded with a smile.

On Central Avenue, peoplemountainpeoplesea. Yukimura stood in the shade and waited. She once again squeezed into the noisy recruiting scene of the student union alone, grabbed a pen, and finished filling out the application with three swipes.The senior who was responsible for collecting the forms was not there, Asakura Sekai glanced at the empty chair, and stood sideways in front of Asamigawa in the next second.

The overly good-looking boy looked up at her, with grains of sunlight shining in the depths of his pupils, like mercury falling between the fingers of leaves.

"You come to sign up too."

She was noncommittal, and put her hands together in prayer: "Senior, you must keep my application form safe, this is my lifelong wish."

"No problem," he looked at her softly, as if looking at a little sister, "remember the office interview in a week."

Asakura Sekai got away from the crowd, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and gently wiped away the thin layer of sweat under his bangs.

"OK, let's go~"

Yukimura then straightened up from the tree trunk, and while patting the dust off his elbows, he asked with great interest, "Did Asakura Kuni ever serve as a squad leader or a disciplinary committee member when I was young?"

She tilted her head carefully and thought about it: "No. Does the librarian count?"

"Although it hurts, but it doesn't count." He casually walked from one table to another, walking through the high-decibel shouting and overwhelming posters, "I always feel that you are different from others, like you, I have been in Lihai for a long time, and I have been in the student union for many years."

She froze for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

"Probably in a dream."

The light directly entered the pupils, piercingly and gently helping her who couldn't shed tears, creating tears in her eyes.

"It's just—now I'm gradually starting to be confused, which one is the Nanke dream, the past or the present."

The president of the art club is a small senior with short hair. Seeing Yukimura and her walking towards him from a distance, five crescent moons bloomed on his round face, and his eyes narrowed slightly Lit by a fire.

"I knew that Yukimura-kun would definitely come," she propped her chin with one hand, and handed over a hand-painted registration form, "You are worthy of the fact that I helped you skip class in the studio back then."

"...Don't mention the past, please, one-senpai."

Senior sister showed a smooth expression, smoothing things over innocently, "Okay~ I want to thank you before it's too late, Yukimura-kun is simply a living sign of art clubs, hang your paintings outside, and people go outside One stop, I don’t think there is any need to worry about recruiting new students in the three years of junior high school.”

Yukimura sighed helplessly, folded the registration form and handed it to her.

"Yukimura-kun studied watercolor, right?"

Only then did Yukimura turn to look at her, and nodded slightly surprised: "It's just a personal hobby, and it's ridiculous to say 'learn'. But Asakura-san... how did you guess it?"

She stuck out her tongue: "Intuition."

The young man raised his eyebrows, but he didn't intend to get up and leave: "As far as I know, the workload for new students in the student union is not heavy. Would you like to try the art club, Mr. Asakura?"

"Eh—?" She stopped shaking her legs, opened her eyes slightly, and looked at him puzzled, "Do I look very artistic?"

He touched his chin: "Intuition."

"...Don't make trouble."

Yukimura: "Since a senior sister said so, then I will help her recruit a few more new members."

"It's really dishonest."

"Okay, just kidding." He shrugged, "It's just because your file was at the top that day, and I happened to see painting in the interest column, and thought you might be interested in the art club."

She was stunned.

Everyone knows that Asakura is the world's best student union for many years, and she has been dedicated to her duties, but even she herself has forgotten that she used to know nothing, never participated in competitions, and just stayed in the studio next to the elementary school to daub her days.As pure as the blue diluted by water on the palette, it seems that "novice on the road" hangs on his face all the year round, he has been stupid, stayed up late the day before handing in the painting assignment but couldn't draw a single stroke.For Asakura, drawing crooked faces seems to be commonplace, but she can joke and chat with those seniors who are a head taller than her.

As the youngest child in the studio, when Asakura couldn’t turn in his homework, he turned into a master of abstract art. He randomly matched and matched color blocks to create patterns, but he was praised. The seniors laughed beside him, saying that he was confused My little sister is really amazing.Only she stood there with an innocent face and explained, I really can't hand in my homework!

Later, the street was bought by a developer, and a few months after the relocation of the aborigines, high-rise buildings rose from the ground; as the elderly tutor retired and returned to his hometown, the studio also disbanded. In front of the colorful banners on the building, I raised my head, never finding my childhood again.

Her eyes fell on a schoolgirl not far away who raised her head and downed a can of Coke. If it hadn't been for the dramatic step on the stairs, would the Qingyue and mischievous world of Asakura that everyone talked about back then be on the way? This way?Standing under the venomous sun, smiling sweetly, flirting openly with juniors and parents, isn't this extraordinarily simple and relaxed life much better than the snowflake-like to-do list from the student union?

Startled, he hurriedly shook his head to dismiss the unrealistic assumptions.Just like when he stopped in front of the window of Linlang in the small shop to persuade himself to calm down, Asakura World touched his palm, touched the chaotic lines between the two veins with his fingertips, and lowered his eyes slightly.

When she began to gradually understand that the so-called break means a new start, so does the so-called new start also mean a change?

she does not know.

The young man with picturesque features stood in front of her and handed her a radiant olive branch, guiding a future that was far more fulfilling than three points and one line.She just couldn't help thinking, once she stepped into that completely different hall and lingered, would she, who was lost here, abandon her original intention?

But... the formulaic smile of that person at the break-up meal was enlarged inch by inch, five years of hard work had to end like this, how do you want her to be willing? !

"I—" I was about to shake my head, but Yukimura casually picked up an application form and wrote her name on it.

"By the way, the ID photo on your admission materials is quite cute."

Ashamed and angry, Asakura World immediately froze on the spot, watching Yukimura fill out the reasons for joining the club with his personal information in a smooth flow, and then solemnly placed it on the top of the stack of application forms, winked at a senior, turned and pulled up She left briskly.

His fingertips brushed her arm.

Elbows are as warm as a touch of water.

The author has something to say: If Yukimura is the Great Demon King, then Ichijo-senpai is a brave man who has been given a sacred mission.

So what is Asakura's identity...the princess who was kidnapped by the Demon King.

Yukimura: Hehe.

☆、[05] Two strangers fall in love

On Friday, the two of them were on duty.

Yukimura finished packing his schoolbag, walked to her desk apologetically, and said that he didn't attend due to department work.Asakura let out an oh, and gestured to stop——

"Leave it to me. Go to the tennis club."

He stood still and did not leave, "Is it okay with the student union?"

"It's really thoughtful, praise. But who do you think I am, Yukimura-kun?" She smiled seldom, with the corners of her mouth curled up into a sharp arc, "It will be done at noon today."

He nodded thoughtfully: "Well...it's really fast. You know, Sanada is still working overtime because of the mess that the disciplinary committee can't clean up."

500 meters away, Genichiro Sanada, who was already standing in the middle of the court swinging his racket, sneezed. (Sanada: Too slack!)

"Sanada's reaction is quite normal. After all, junior high school has more work than elementary school." She stuck out her tongue, walked across the aisle between the desks to the podium, grabbed the blackboard and wiped the dusty shell, " The senior who took me was also taken aback, and she praised "that new secretary is really efficient", ah, I'm really embarrassed."

He raised his hand to erase the formula on the right side of the blackboard, and the orange-red light of the setting sun poured down, trickling down the girl's cheeks viscously and slowly.It was difficult for her to control her emotions today, a heart was beating in her chest, and the 13-year-old BUG had begun to show results, and her mood seemed to be soaked in the 13-year-old childishness, and she couldn't wait to talk to others—so It was rare for Yukimura to see an unreserved smile on that face, and the arc of the mouth brought the distance between the two closer.

He stepped forward quickly.

Asakura stood on tiptoe to wipe the writing on the top of the blackboard, his eyebrows were slightly locked because of the height that he couldn't reach, he took a deep breath, and was about to jump up, when the blackboard eraser in his hand was suddenly taken away——

"I'm ready."

Demonstrating the height advantage with peace of mind, Seiichi Yukimura straightened his arms and wiped the last corner clean.

"... Yukimura, you fouled."

She lifted her head, the ends of her ponytail slid over the teenager's empty collarbone.Then he stepped back and made a serious "please" gesture——

"Hurry up and go to work, I will be late again later, as the future minister, Yukimura can't leave a dark history~ Anyway, leave this to me, and there will be no work that requires height!"

"Then," the boy picked up the tennis bag under her gaze, "it's hard work for Asakura."

Asakura raised his hand to touch his earlobe.

So, it's just one duty, why did they even change the names of each other?Can't figure it out.

The cleaning of the classroom was finally over. She carried her schoolbag, locked the door, stepped on the edge of the tiles with her head down, and walked on the way home.As soon as he stepped out of Lihai's gate, he suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind——

"Asakura?"

You don't need to turn your head to know it's Yukimura, but only to turn your head to find Sanada.The three of them went the same way, and there were many coincidences. Over time, Yukimura and Sanada needed some homework, so Asakura stayed in the classroom to do homework for a while, but left 5 minutes early, and everyone met at the school gate.

In the past when he was a student, because of the inextricable relationship between the student union and the Disciplinary Committee, Asakura once had a brief intersection with Sanada Genichiro.In my memory, the other party is always wearing a black baseball cap, which makes the young and mature face black into charcoal. Every time the school is full of carnival after the final exam, his roar will be played repeatedly on the radio : "Too lax—"

However, the name Yukimura Seichi has always remained in the interviews in the school magazine. He is the minister who led the tennis club to win the whole country. , is also the heroine of Mary Su's novel who has been excessively sexualized by countless girls in the hot BBS posts, and is unfortunately labeled as a "scumbag".

But now she sits in front of him, participates in recruiting new students, leaves school together, applauds for him, and protects him from disasters.In this distance of only tens of centimeters from each other, staring at the same blackboard, calculating the same test questions, breathing the same air, and engraving the same time.

The hand of fate turned the clouds and rain, how wanton, so magical.

Asakura listened to him chatting with Sanada, enthusiastically planning a unilateral plan to usurp power in the tennis club, and was criticized by the other party for being too lax; When the moist things are silent, it should subdue people's hearts like this, so Sanada's face became darker and darker, and finally he simply lowered the brim of his hat and ignored the two; In just a few short business relationships, I quickly became familiar with the salesperson. Every time I got a few more coupons, I turned around and forced Sanada to try the new Buffy, and I was impressed by the sweet taste. Excited, Asakura felt that his face was about to smoke...

The order of arriving home is that Sanada goes first, and she and Yukimura walk parallel for a while.On the Friday before the midterm exam, the two recited English words to each other. Yukimura suddenly stopped and asked, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"There's a plan, but it's not in the way. What's wrong?"

"The exam is coming soon. I'm going to the library to study. If you have time, how about Asakura?"

She thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. I was planning to go to the library anyway."

"I see..." Yukimura stroked his chin, suddenly showing a rather regretful expression.

"Eh?"

"If I didn't tell you, a fateful encounter can be staged. For example, the evening light, the rows of wooden bookshelves, the light footsteps beating the beat, and occasionally stopping to pull out a book. Between the gaps in the books, the eyes are just right I bumped into another person's eyes; or the handsome girl looming behind the white gauze curtain, with the same name on the bottom of countless library cards..." He threw out a series of situations full of girlish feelings in three sentences without panting , raised his chin as if asking for praise, "How is it? Is my literary talent good?"

The corner of Asakura's mouth twitched and nodded, "Well, not bad. I didn't expect that."

"Didn't expect...?" Yukimura narrowed his eyes, "Why do I remember that my Chinese scores have always been among the top few."

"I didn't expect that Yukimura would read eight o'clock files or romance novels." She shrugged and laughed, "But I thought of a word."

"kindness?"

"Two strangers fell in love, only one know sit wasn't by chance."

Two strangers fall in love, only one knows, love is no coincidence.

The next day, Asakura got up very early.

She walked to the platform with ease, waited 5 minutes, and took out the coins as the bus wobbled away.It is still the familiar Seventh Road Ring Road, insert coins, walk forward, hold on to the yellow pole, and sit down on the window seat behind the door.The driver at the front of the car pulled down the gear, kicked the accelerator, and a clear and mechanical female voice reminded the passengers to sit still and hold them up. Asakura turned his face to the side and opened the window.

The early summer wind blew over gently, she yawned, and the tears from her eyes condensed into frost on her eyelashes.

When she was preparing for the grade-skipping exam, the house was busy with renovations. She usually said hello to her mother, and then went to the library to study by herself.From cold to hot, rain or shine, the gatekeeper and the administrator all know her.

When the bus arrived, she hopped onto the sidewalk with her bag on her back.The air was filled with the melancholy scent of cloves.

The reading room that Yukimura mentioned was on the third floor of the library. Asakura walked up slowly, and when he pushed the door open, he suddenly heard a young boy's voice calling "Asakura" very clearly.

She squatted on the spot, but her body didn't stop, and her unsteady forehead hit the door.The first reaction was not to check the injury, but hastily lowered his head to straighten his clothes, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, and pulled up the strap of the schoolbag before walking in with his eyes fixed and calm.

When his eyes fell on Yukimura's table, he realized that the person who came was not Asamigawa.She secretly scolded herself for forgetting that Yukimura had to add "brother" when addressing the other party, while looking at the girl whose eyebrows and eyes were very similar to the other party.

"This is—?" Then he asked knowingly.

Yukimura winked at her, "Seeing the future lightly."

He didn't mention the other identity of "Asamigawa's younger sister" in a word, but relying on the past few contacts, Asakura World immediately understood, nodded to her, and stretched out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Asakura World, please give me your advice."

The girl was taken aback, and immediately put away the reluctant expression when she was introduced, stretched out her right hand to shake hands with her, and asked tentatively, "Are you Yukimura's classmate?"

"That's right," she nodded her chin, "he's on duty all day long."

"Oh, that's really too slack!" The girl turned her head and quickly entered the role of Sanada Genichiro, "Yukimura, you actually caused trouble for the girl."

Genichiro Sanada, who was absent from the morning activities due to family affairs, sneezed again, and the beans caught on the chopsticks fell to the table with a clatter.Sasuke Sanada, the burdened nephew entrusted to him by the elders, clapped his hands beside him. (Sanada: Too slack! Sasuke: Oh! Uncle, you actually bullied me QwQ)

Here, Yukimura raised his eyebrows: "So do you need to do some self-examination? Asakura?"

"Of course not," she waved her hands in a face-saving manner, pulled out the chair and sat down, and smiled brightly with her chin propped up, "Yukimura just needs to start reviewing from chemistry~"

Thanks to her, Yukimura usually put off the chemistry textbook until the end, and had already reviewed all of it before lunch.Jian Jian Mirai watched with great interest as the tired-faced young man threw his notes into his schoolbag, and patted her on the shoulder while the other party was taking a deep breath, his eyes seemed to be watching a great hero.

"Asakura, you are really good at it. It's getting late, how about we go and settle lunch?"

She nodded naturally.So the group packed their backpacks, went downstairs, sat on a bench in the atrium of the library, and opened the lunch bag.

"Today's weather is great, it's a pity not to have a picnic." Asahi Mirai lifted the lid of the box, looked at the food of the two of them, and tapped his palms, "Three people