[Net King] Unorganized

Just leave him alone.

Liu Lian'er was taken aback by her momentary thought.

Chapter 11

Aisaka Anri had a dream.

"Xingli is the most obedient, so Dad asks you to take care of her."

The black-haired woman dragged her suitcase and left the direction she was in without looking back.

Why does it have to be me?

Why can't you just leave?

……Mother.

No matter how she tried to keep the mother who had signed the divorce agreement, she could only babble and utter some words with unknown meaning.Tears flowed down his cheeks, and even the hoarse voice of crying failed to recall the resolute figure.

His eyes went dark, and the person in his vision had been replaced by a man.

The man in the white coat pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, squatted down, and let go of Xingli's hand holding his trouser leg expressionlessly.

"Don't touch it, dirty."

Seeing that he turned his back and was about to leave again, Xingli grabbed his trouser legs again, this time he didn't look back.

"Dad... hug..."

"...Watanabe, take it away."

"Yes."

Struggling with short and weak limbs, Anri could only let the butler Watanabe carry her away.

The man she called Dad looked back blankly for a moment—he was upset.

Realizing this, Anri stopped struggling, and just timidly watched the man go further and further away until he was out of her sight.

Is she not doing well enough?

Is she not good enough?

Or was she... She shouldn't have existed in the first place?

When I woke up, it was 45:[-] in the morning. Xingli was panting heavily, and put her wrist on her forehead.

There was no wind in the room, but Anri felt that everything from her forehead to her temples to her vest was completely cool.

It has been several months since she had this kind of dream, and once she was suddenly attacked, Xingli still felt uncomfortable all over.

Putting on a coat, she went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water. Anri turned on the light in the living room, and leaned on the sofa for a long time, unable to calm down.

Her parents divorced when she was two and Kari was one.

According to common sense, it was impossible for Xingli to remember anything at that time, but it was obvious that she was not an ordinary child.

Although physically yes, the mind is not at all.

Sometimes Xingli also thinks, if she doesn't have the sensibility far surpassing her peers, wouldn't she be the one who was abandoned.But it is useless to think about these far-fetched things now. All she can do is to make Xiangli happy as much as possible, at least not like her, who only has that kind of cold childhood memories.

Anri closed her eyes and was trying to see if she could fall asleep again, when she heard the window suddenly ringing.

The glass window shook, as if a gust of wind had passed through it, but when Xingli looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw a black shadow swaying past, so frightened that she covered her mouth and couldn't even scream.

——It wasn't a flying bird flapping its wings, it was huge and looked like a human or some other animal.

She lived on the third floor of the apartment, and it wasn't impossible if what she saw was a human being.

what is that?thief?

Her back was drenched in cold sweat, and coupled with the nightmare just now, Xingli only felt that her head was in a mess.

The apartment in the early morning was quite quiet, and she seemed to be unable to hear anything except her own breathing and heartbeat, and the more this kind of deathly silence, the more she couldn't get out of the shadows of her parents and the shadows passing by the window just now in her mind. break free.

Anri curled up on the sofa, not knowing what to do.

Wake up the screen of the phone, staring at the phone, I don't know what to do.

I want to call someone, but it's the early hours of the weekend, no matter who I call, it will be quite troublesome.

Despite thinking so, Anri still opened the address book.

She is popular, so there are many people who exchange email addresses with her, but there are only a handful of people who exchange phone numbers with her.

Xiangli, Watanabe, and Dad are definitely there.

Nishimura and Mochizuki added numbers for the sake of easy contact.

And the remaining one...is Liu Lianer's number.

The movement of finger sliding stopped, Anri looked straight at the number, but her thoughts drifted away again.

Even if she was not in the same class as Liu Lianji until the last semester of the second grade, Anri knew that he was a man of great influence.

The secretary of the student union, the regular player of the tennis club, and the handsome boy of the Japanese style.

The short chestnut hair is always combed meticulously, and his figure is tall and straight, but he doesn't have the old and rigid feeling like Genichiro Sanada who has a good relationship with him. He always squints his eyes on weekdays, and no one can see clearly what he is thinking. , but unexpectedly did not feel that he was very dark.

Xingli sometimes meets him in the library, and occasionally hears the administrator complaining to her that Liu Lianer is just a body scanner. Even if Li Hai has so many books, he will probably read them all before he graduates. Go through it.

At that time, she just thought that Liu Lian Er loved reading so much, no wonder her grades were so good.But at the end of the day, he's just a good-looking nerd.

She didn't have anything in particular she was passionate about, so she didn't join clubs, and she didn't have much else to do after school except student council meetings.

Liu Lianer is the secretary of the student union, and sometimes he will attend the meetings of the departments.

He is not particularly talkative, but once he speaks, it must be the most constructive suggestion.

Anri likes his voice very much, it is deep but not gloomy, magnetic and peaceful, he speaks unhurriedly and extremely rhythmically, sometimes the ending is slightly raised, which is not obvious, but But it always gave her a feeling of thumping.

Later, the most interesting thing during the meeting became listening to Liu Lian'er.

I don't know if it was because she was too boring at the time. In order to let Liu Lianer, who was not very talkative, speak, whenever he was present at the meeting, she would graciously raise her hand to speak and throw bricks and sparks.

Many times, the meeting of the life department turned into a discussion between him and her.

But everyone is happy about it, because it gives them a chance to do something else, like check Twitter or answer emails from their boyfriends.

After being assigned to the same class, Xingli gradually got to know Liu Lian-er better.

He does mental calculations very quickly, and can always tell the final result of calculations while others are still doing calculations with pens.

He looks different from the childish boys in the same grade. He has a reassuring sense of maturity, is gentle with others, and never underestimates others because of his excellence—although his excellence itself looks down on ordinary people, which is natural. .

He almost never refuses other people's help, and he always does his best within his ability.

His umbrella is an oiled paper umbrella, and the substitute for a handkerchief is waiji paper. Although this is incompatible with the current peers, few people think he is an old antique. On the contrary, many girls still feel fresh about his uniqueness and retro.

He writes very fast, but rarely makes clerical mistakes. Not only that, his handwriting is so beautiful that nearly half of the students in the class can feel ashamed, including Xingli herself.

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When Xingli found out, Liu Lianer had already occupied an important position in her thinking.

When I saw trendy men's clothing while shopping, my first reaction was that Liu Lianer didn't match this style at all.

When I was doing my Mandarin homework, I remembered that Liu Lianer had published a new article in the school magazine this month, and the response was good.

When I put too much chili oil in my ramen, I wiped my tears and imagined Liu Lianer's reaction when he ate this kind of ramen.

There are countless situations like this, which makes Anri amazed at her own idiocy.

She didn't know when she started to pay attention to Liu Lian'er's existence. She originally thought that Liu Lian'er would become a gradually blurred name in her memory like her previous neighbors.

Anri Aisaka guessed the beginning but not the end.

Once, Shari called her and poured out the black mud of "unrequited love is so painful", saying that everything she saw could be associated with Tezuka within five keywords, but Tezuka seemed to see nothing except tennis. She felt that she was like a traveler lost in the desert, thinking that she had finally found an oasis, but she still couldn't touch the green corner.

While comforting Xiangri, Anri thought about how she would comfort her if it was Liu.

And at this time, she finally realized that her feelings for Liu were very similar to Xiangli's for Tezuka.

It's just that she doesn't seem to be a single arrow, the difference is nothing more than that.

She got Liu Lian Er's number not on her own initiative.

Thinking back to what happened a year ago, she seemed to have successfully put aside the fear just now.

Xingli hugged her mobile phone, curled her mouth, and fell down on the sofa.

"Hey, Mr. Liu got a new phone." During the class break, Xingli happened to see Liu Zheng playing with the new phone.

——It is a smart phone with a simple style and champagne color.

Coincidentally, it happens to be the same model as Xingli's, but the color is different.

This realization made Xingli almost want to cry out.

Liu was stunned for a moment in embarrassment, and replied: "The screen of the previous mobile phone was accidentally broken, and I bought it after thinking about it, and I can almost replace it with a new one."

"It's like, it's like mine." Xingli said a little nervously.

"It's the same model." The embarrassment just now seemed to be Xingli's illusion, and Liu immediately recovered his composure, "I think this model is very cost-effective, and it looks pretty good."

"Really!" The smile on the corner of Xingli's mouth couldn't be concealed anymore.