[Net King+Ib] Reverse the destiny

"Mary!"

Ibrahimovic woke up.

Her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and her bangs were tightly pressed to her forehead because of being soaked in cold sweat.

Mary...

She threw off the quilt suddenly, and went straight to the door without putting on her shoes.After opening the door, she trotted quickly to Mary's room.

But she hesitated in front of this door for a while, and after a while, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Well……"

Ibrahimovic's movement was too big, and the sound brought out awakened Mary who was sleeping.

Mary rubbed her eyes, yawned, and sat up: "IB... um... what's the matter? What's wrong with you?"

"……nothing."

Ibrahimovic shook his head, the hand holding the doorknob loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again.

Finally, she entered the room, closed the door, and found a place to lie down next to Mary: "...let's sleep together."

"Huh?" Mary looked at Ibrahimovic in a little surprise. After adjusting her emotions, she smiled so much that her eyes curled up, "Okay! Of course! IB hasn't been there for a long time..."

She fell silent.

Ibrahimovic suddenly felt a little sour.

Mary...she is just an innocent child who was harmed by an art museum...

Why did she have such hostility towards Mary before?

Mary longs to love, longs to be loved.She has been in such a dark and terrifying art gallery for so long, once she has the opportunity to go outside and truly feel "love"... of course she will not give up this opportunity, right?

If it were her...

Ibrahimovic tried his best to calm down and said, "...it's getting late, go to sleep."

"Huh? Ah! Good!"

After turning off the lights, there was a moment of silence, and Mary began to talk non-stop...

Mary, in fact, is a lonely child.

Ibrahimovic suddenly remembered that "dream".She frowned, but quickly returned to her expressionless expression.

...No matter what, everything is back to the original.

Thank you... Ai Asakawa.

The task given by God was to reverse the destiny, but in the end Ibrahimovic failed to complete this task and failed completely. He even asked Mary to...

But... Asakawa Ai completed the task.

Asakawa Ai told Ibrahimovic that she could bring Mary back, and she could also bring Garry back.

But there is one condition...that is, Ibrahimovic must not reveal anything about this "mission".

This is Ibrahimovic's last, only hope.

She nodded quickly in agreement.

Ai Asakawa asked her god to open the space crack and let Ibrahimovic pass through.

...and then there is this scene.

Thank you... really thank you...

Asakawa, really, thank you very much.

I didn't remember Garry a long time ago, and I never liked Mary, but when I found out that I lost them, I was sadder than anyone.

Fortunately, there is a chance to do it again.

This time... I will definitely take it seriously and cherish every day.

In fact... reversing the destiny or something... the destiny is actually a kind of order. If everyone wants to reverse the destiny and destroy the order, the world will become a mess.

Rather than hoping to reverse the destiny, it is better to write your own destiny.

Do your best to push your destiny to the most glorious ending.

next morning

"Mom! Are you serious? We're going to Japan tomorrow?"

Mary opened her eyes wide and eagerly asked Sato Miyuki for confirmation.

"Well, tomorrow, we're going to book. Now, I found a school for you...it's Baiyang Girls' School...my mother used to study here."

"Mom is studying there! Then I must go and see!" Mary clapped her hands, then turned to look at Ibrahimovic as if something was wrong, "Ibrahimovic, why don't you talk?"

"Ah?" Ibrahimovic, who was suddenly named, turned to look at Mary subconsciously, "Uh..."

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

...Sure enough, I have returned to my life in England in the past.

In the past, at this time, she and her mother asked to go to Ice Emperor to go to school, and Mary would have followed, but Ibrahimovic tried his best to stop Mary, and then...

...the former self, the present self.

Will it overlap?

In the end... to go to the ice emperor?

Going to Bingdi, she will be more or less uncomfortable; not going to Bingdi...

The red-haired young master at the back table, the red rose player in the tennis club, and the always polite white-haired boy...

If you don't go, you won't have a chance to see them, right?

... In the end, to go, or not to go?

Also... Ai Asakawa said that she would let Garry come out of the art gallery... Although she knew that Garry would come out, how would she find Garry?

"What's the matter? IB? Don't you want to go to Japan?" Miyuki Sato saw Ibrahimovic's embarrassment and asked softly.

"Huh? IB isn't going to Japan? Then I don't want to go either..." Mary wrinkled her nose immediately after hearing Sato Miyuki's words, and pursed her lips.

"Eh? Can you not go?"

"Of course...if you really don't want to go to IB."

——So, what she is facing now is whether to go to Bingdi or not?The multiple choice question she faced was successfully changed to:

A. to Japan

B. to stay in the UK

The author has something to say: =3= I’ve said that I don’t abuse people, you don’t believe it...

Then there are double endings~ The next chapter will show the ending of Hocho Taro, and the next chapter will be Garry.

Well, this article is finally ENDING. Dye Jiang said that Dye Jiang is so happy~

☆, the finale (Hocho Taro)

After thinking for a long time, Ibrahimovic finally decided——

"Mom... let's go to Japan."

Go to Japan, to the place that carries many of my memories.

Go to that...where the polite boy with the silver hair is.

"Feng..." Ibrahimovic, who had packed his luggage and was about to go to the airport with everyone, looked back at his home for the last time, was in a trance for a moment, and murmured in his mouth.

"What?" Mary blinked and asked, "IB, what were you talking about just now?"

"Ah..." Ibrahimovic withdrew his gaze, "You will know later."

"Ah? Ahhh! IB is so cunning! Really!"

"Ha ha……"

"Ah, no, IB! Tell me quickly!"

"no--"

"IB~IB~"

"No, no, no."

Noisy all the way.

Warm all the way.

In fact, the so-called happiness is to create by yourself.

You believe in happiness, and you are willing to be happy with the people around you, and you will be happy.

Ibrahimovic finally discovered that the reason why she had been depressed since she was nine years old was largely because she closed her own world and was unwilling to firmly grasp the possibility of happiness.

Now, she will definitely not repeat the same mistakes.

"Good day, everyone. I am Sato Ibrahimovic, please take care of me in the future."

Standing on the podium of Class D of the 3rd year of Ice Emperor Academy, Ibrahimovic introduced himself with a slight smile.

Same words, same demeanor.

This time, she felt a little more calm and expectant, and a little less fearful.

——She didn't dream of the art gallery last night, and she didn't hear the voice of "God" this morning.

"Ah, Sato-san, you are number 23... sit in front of Mukai-san!"

Ibrahimovic came back to his senses, opened the corners of his mouth, and then asked with a mischievous attitude: "Excuse me... who is Xiang Ri?"

The students below started to make noise.

There was undisguised shock on their faces.

The homeroom teacher was also obviously shocked. He pushed the glasses that had slipped off, and asked in a murmur, "You... haven't you had a good understanding of the tennis club...?"

Ibrahimovic put in a lot of effort, kept a "gentle" smile, and said, "Ah... I see, the Xiangri classmate you are talking about... is the 158cm tall Xiangriyue?"

"..."

The room was instantly silent.

Both boys and girls cast their eyes on Xiang Riyue in unison. On Xiang Riyue whose half face was covered with shadows, they tried to verify——

oh my god!Xiang Riyue is only 1.5 meters eight! ! !

Let's take a pleasant sneak peek at what's going on in the classroom full:

Teacher——No wonder I like to dance so much... So it's because I'm too short?

Boys - so cool!Hahaha, there are shorties in the tennis club!

Girls—how, how come? !Only [-]? ! ...But, but Xiangri-san is still very cute!We still like Xiangri students!

Ibrahimovic——

Ha, ha, ha, Shi Xiangri, show me face before telling you!I didn't have time to talk to you before, but now, hehehe.

As for Xiangri...

Oh, he is in a state of frustration, and his whole body exudes a black and decadent aura. Don't approach him easily, and don't stare at him easily... Amen.

——Hey, what's the matter with your "Amen"? !Xiang Ri is not dead, bastard!

At noon, Ibrahimovic came to the top floor according to his memory.

Atobe...

She squinted her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth, showing a pleasant breath.

Although... I have always wondered why Atobe suddenly gave the painting "Garry" to himself, and I also couldn't understand why he wanted to be the manager of the tennis club...

But Atobe is really a good person.

I'm so glad I got to know Atobe.

"Hey hey hey?! Who opened the lock?! The key is still with me!"

"Really! The key is still here!"

Ibrahimovic put down his chopsticks, propped his head on one hand, and looked with great interest at the first Xianghiyue who rushed in.

"You, you, you..." Xiang Riyue pointed at Ibrahimovic, stuttering in horror.

"Ah, Xiangri, how are you?" Ibrahimovic greeted him with a smile.Her expression formed a huge contrast with that of Xiang Riyue.

"Yue Ren? What's the matter?" Yushi Ninzu walked out from behind him and asked with concern.

The relationship is really close...

"IB?"

A familiar voice, a familiar high-pitched tone.

"Hey, Atobe, good afternoon. What a coincidence, I saw you here."

The encounter was a coincidence.It is also lucky to meet.

In this big world, the two people who can meet and know each other are very fateful.

Fate is what needs to be cherished.

So I'm back, Tokyo, Ice Emperor.

Everything develops according to the original trajectory of fate.

Ibrahimovic became the manager of the tennis department, accepted the challenge of the support club, and took Feng Changtaro to train.

Only this time, she no longer has the obsession with winning the tennis club.

Some gaps cannot be made up by training alone.Moreover, these teenagers in the tennis department are still growing up, over-training will affect their future health.

After letting go of his obsession, Ibrahimovic got along much more harmoniously with the members of the tennis club than last time, so——

"Okay, everyone, don't be so low." Ibrahimovic clapped his hands, "We only lost once, not for a lifetime. One day we will win the national championship! This fall, is Get ready for your next success."

Just like last time, Bingdi didn't pay attention to his opponent at all at the beginning, and only sent one main candidate to compete, and finally lost the game.

Although everyone is still not very energetic now, but seeing the manager say this, everyone is embarrassed to go down like this, and they barely cheer up.

Although it was "barely" cheering up, Ibrahimovic still felt very happy.

She thought for a while, and then said again: "Because I am a good manager, all Zhengxuan who are free tonight should come to my house. Please eat delicious food and mend the wounds in your hearts."

"Why is this! Manager! It's not fair!"

"That's it!"

"Ah! It's so good to be selected!"

"Well." Ibrahimovic rolled his eyes, "I won't forget all of you who were not elected. If you are one of you—"

"what? What?"

"Really been waiting!"

"One bottle of mineral water per person!"

"what?!"

Fighting and making trouble, the third grade of junior high school passed like this.

During the period, the tennis team got a chance to re-enter, but in the last game, they still lost.

In that game, for the first time, Ibrahimovic really felt how much her members love tennis.

But those things, after all, have passed.

The most important thing now is the graduation ceremony.

Ibrahimovic watched a group of girls chasing a few boys for buttons, with deep eyes.

The second button...?

Oops, my mood suddenly changed.

Although he graduated from the third year of junior high school, there is no sad atmosphere on campus.

This is the Ice Emperor Academy, most of the students in the Junior High School go directly to the Senior High School, there is no difference.

But... if you enter the high school, it will be troublesome to come to the middle school to watch the tennis club members, right?

Unknowingly, Ibrahimovic has come near the tennis club.

"Sato-san...?"

Ibrahimovic turned his head and saw Feng Chotaro without any surprise.

"Ah, Feng!" She walked towards him, "Long time no see."

"Well, it's been a long time since I saw Sato-san. Sato-san...does he plan to go straight to the middle?"

"Yeah, how about you?"

"It's the same if there are no accidents."

"..."

There was a long silence between the two of them.

Looking up at the sky, I didn't know what I was looking at for a long time.

"Hey."

It took a while for Ibrahimovic to hear himself break the silence.

"I want to reserve your button."

"Eh?!"

"...Feng, congratulations on your graduation first, and...as agreed, save your button and bring it to me!"

"Sato-san, I'm right behind you now, how about I give you the buttons now?"

Ibrahimovic turned his head in surprise, and saw the silver-haired boy holding his mobile phone and waving at her with a bright smile.

"I really didn't expect that Feng would dare to agree to Sato Ibrahimovic's pursuit..." Xiang Riyue opened his eyes wide, and his red hair was too dazzling in Ibrahimovic's eyes.

...Sure enough, anything that touches red is not a good thing.

She kept a cold face and said nothing.

Really!It's rare for this group of guys to come out to a party and talk all the time!

"Haha..." Yushi Ninzu laughed dryly, and drew the eyes of everyone at the table to him, "Anyway, I wish you all the best in the future..."

"By the way!" Ibrahimovic suddenly interrupted him, "Speaking of which, Atobe seems to be about the same height as you?"

"..."

Xiang Riyueren, who loved to interrupt, was tactful and silent.

Who made this discussion about height... In the entire Ice Emperor Tennis Club, he is the person who has the least confidence to talk about this topic with others.

Over the years, Ibrahimovic Sato has broken his heart countless times with his height... He will no longer be the same as before, foolishly opening his mouth at inappropriate timing, allowing her to find another chance to poke his sore feet.

Feng, how much courage did you take to accept the manager... Ah!

Could it be that the manager... has seized your weakness and threatened and lured you! ?

While Xiang Ri was thinking this way, he secretly glanced at Feng Changtaro with sympathetic eyes.

Feng, who didn't know the truth, turned his head and looked at Xiang Ri suspiciously.

Sato Ibrahimovic followed Feng's gaze, then stared fiercely at Xiang Ri, and slowly opened his mouth, continuing the topic: "Xiang Ri hasn't grown taller in the past few years..."

"...Are you saying enough!" BY Xiang Riyue was furious.

……

After a while of chaos, everyone broke up the meeting.

Because he used his height to hit Xiang Ri again, Ibrahimovic, who built his happiness on the pain of others, seemed to be in a much better mood.

"Hmm..." She turned her head unconsciously, and what caught her eyes was the big pink poster of the store.

As if thinking of something, she suddenly turned around: "Feng, tomorrow is your birthday."

"Hmm..." Feng was shy as usual and didn't say much.

"I will definitely pick the best one for your birthday present! But..." Ib paused, "Tomorrow is still Valentine's Day..."

"..."

"Ha! I'm blushing!"

"Sato-san..."

"Why do you always belong to Sato-san Sato-san? It's obvious that others say we are boyfriend and girlfriend!"

"Sorry... I'm used to it..."

"Ah!!! How can you use habit to prevaricate me in this kind of thing! Don't care about you! Call me by name!"

"..."

"phoenix!"

"... Sato..."

"That's my last name!"

"..."

"...Are you blushing again?...Anyway, I don't care about you so much! You're calling my name!"

"...I, Ibrahimovic."

After all this, Sato Ibrahimovic managed to get his boyfriend to call [his name] after [two years of dating].

"Feng is really shy." She narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with emotion, "So... two years ago, did you reluctantly leave the button to me because you couldn't refuse me?"

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was possible, and Ibrahimovic frowned tightly.

"No..." Seeing her frowning, Feng quickly shook her head, "You think too much."

"Ah! What do you mean, you actually like me a lot?"

"..."

"I've lost to you! I'm blushing again! Really! With a guy like you, no matter how embarrassed I am, I'll be a little 'bold and unrestrained'! Otherwise, you must be ashamed to tell me anything!"

"Sorry……"

"...So I really lost to you!"

Sometimes, Ibrahimovic will seriously think about many things.

For example, why did Ai Asakawa help herself, for example, why did she like Feng Chotaro, for example, how did Feng Chotaro like herself, for example...

Last time, Feng Chotaro, what exactly did he promise God and help God?

But she never found the answers to these questions.

Fortunately, now, her life is happy and fulfilling enough, so she doesn't need to worry about these issues.

Ah... by the way, about Garry...

She saw on TV a few days ago that Garry is about to open his own art exhibition, and he has become a very great painter.

It's great that everyone has such a good life.

This world may not be without flaws, but it gives everyone the possibility of happiness.

—The end—

The author has something to say: I finally finished writing Feng's ending hahahaha! ! ! !

Get the curry out and I can go to have a good rest and don't need to be depressed about this article hahahaha...

[Mud Nine Thousands, you are becoming more and more snake-like!

☆, the finale (Garry)

"I want to stay in England, Mom." Ibrahimovic lowered his eyes halfway, his tone misty, "I... like it here."

She grew up in England, and this is the place with the deepest memory.

This is also where she and Garry met.

She would most like to stay in...England.

Mary also stayed because she didn't go to Japan herself.As a result, in the end, everyone still lives in the UK as before.

Eevee looked out the window—ah, it's blooming again.

Day by day... how fast it passed.

Occasionally she would think back to the time in the "previous life", and then she would guess how the group of teenagers are doing now.

Everyone must be happy.

"Students!" The teacher on the podium cleared his throat, "Please look here."

Ibrahimovic was interrupted by the teacher's sudden speech, and she turned her head in doubt.

"Next week, due to some activities, the students will have three days off."

"Really?!"

"Great! Yay!"

Before the students finished cheering, the teacher added maliciously: "Of course, you will have to find time to make up for it in the future."

Immediately, all the cheers below changed to complaints: "...What! It's like not having a holiday!"

Ibrahimovic also sighed.

This feeling is like a friend gave you a gift you wanted the most, but not long after, the friend came to say sorry that this thing was not for you.

Feeling cheated...

But no matter what, being able to stay in bed tomorrow and not have to arrive at school so early is always a good thing to be happy about.

Life is short for decades, if you don’t find some reason to be happy for yourself, when you suddenly want to be happy, maybe you won’t be able to find a reason to be happy.

Early the next morning, Ibrahimovic did not stay in bed and got up on time.

Probably because of such a wonderful thing as the biological clock...

She went downstairs and greeted the servant who was cleaning the stairs. Since she had nothing to do, she simply sat on the sofa and picked up the daily newspaper that the housekeeper had to read—

At this glance, she lost her original relaxed expression.

"...award winner, Garry..."

Garry...

That's great.

Garry, you really are still in this world.

Although we haven't met each other, I am also happy to know that you are doing well now.

Ai Asakawa, thank you.

Thank you for giving me a chance to do it all over again.

For the first time since his rebirth, Ibrahimovic was so happy.

She bent her lips, and her eyes casually landed on a small corner of the newspaper:

An exhibition of Guertena's paintings will be held in London this Saturday.

The air stood still for a moment.

There are some things that you think you will never want to see again in your life, but when it really appears, you can't ignore it.

Like that art show.

Reason and emotion tell Ibrahimovic that she shouldn't go.

But she went.

Maybe it was because of the indelible nostalgia in my heart, maybe it was because she was crazy.

Anyway, she stepped here again.

Stepping into the museum for the third time, she was surprised to find that Grutner's works had completely changed their style.

Warm and bright.

It was a strong sense of happiness that even a layman like her could feel.

Rather than the last one, although it is admirable, it cannot be denied that it is full of oppressive works.

"Mr. Garry... I think..."

Ibrahimovic turned his head and saw Garry, who was still wearing a tattered overcoat, brushing past him.

Not long after Garry walked over, he stopped strangely, regardless of whether the people around him were talking to him, and turned to look at Ibrahimovic.

His eyes were the same as before, clear and warm.

"Good day." Ibrahimovic smiled at him.

"Ah, ah! Good day." Garry nodded nervously.

"The macarons at the store on the street are good."

"Huh? What a coincidence! People think so too!"

"So... if you have time, why don't we have dinner together?"

"Of course!" Garry agreed without thinking.

He paused before asking, "Then... what is your name?"

"IB."

"Well...it's nice to meet IB, his name is Garry."

Then, the two walked away.

They walked together with the "little transparent" damn expression next to Garry as the background.

"Exchanged names after making an appointment to eat macarons together?" He muttered to himself, "Did they make a mistake?"

Immediately, he opened his eyes wide and chased after the two of them: "Wait, wait, wait! GG-Garry!!! We haven't finished talking about that matter just now!"

——Now, this "little transparent" fell into the eyes of others "looking at mental patients".

N years later

"Ai Asakawa?" Ibrahimovic called out in surprise as he looked at the girl standing at the door of his house.

"Yo, good morning." Asakawa Ai no longer had a slumped face, and the corners of her mouth would rise slightly, "Passing by here, I'll come and see you, welcome?"

Ibrahimovic has already opened the door, stepped back slightly, and put on a gesture of inviting guests to enter: "Of course. Back then... I still need to thank you."

"Well, easy to say. You're welcome." Ai Asakawa stepped in unceremoniously, "Where's Mr. Curry?"

"He'll be back soon. Would you like some tea?"

"If you don't mind, please give me a bottle of Coke." Ai Asakawa suddenly rolled her eyes, "I've had enough tea in the past few years!"

Ibrahimovic walked over slowly and sat next to Ai Asakawa: "There is no Coke at home... Well, it's better to drink less of Coke."

"...I'm going home tomorrow, and I won't be able to drink a Coke once in eight lifetimes in that ghostly place!" Ai Asakawa gritted her teeth and complained, "That guy is also... who is my mother staying there for! You don’t care about me! You go out to do tasks by yourself every day!”

"It sounds like you married a man who is not very responsible?" Ibrahimovic raised his eyebrows, a little curious in his heart.

"No... that guy is very responsible." Unexpectedly, Ai Asakawa immediately shook her head in denial.

"Tuk-tuk-"

The knock on the door sounded again.

Seeing Ai Asakawa leaning on the sofa with a look of "I'm exhausted", Ibrahimovic got up resignedly and went to open the door.

This guy doesn't look like he's going to help.

"IB, I'm back... Huh? Any guests?"

"Tsk, as expected, only the other person is in the eyes of lovers..." Ai Asakawa puffed up her face, and said in a resentful tone, "I, a living person, can ignore it... Ahhhhh! Damn Xiu, die soon, can you make it?!"

This sentence... plus Asakawa Ai's complaint before... Ibrahimovic said with a smile: "Are you jealous?"

"Nonsense! What do you guys have that makes me jealous? Are you jealous that you have a good relationship and you can show your affection anytime, anywhere? Don't be ridiculous! I'm not that naive! Hmph, my dog ​​is definitely a super nice... good guy!"

"Oh, that's it." Ibrahimovic nodded perfunctorily, and then asked Garry softly, "Do you want water or tea?"

"People don't choose."

"..."

Ai Asakawa finally got up from the sofa, walked straight to the door without saying a word, and kept repeating three words: "Show death, show death, show death, show death..."

"Well, Ai Asakawa, goodbye."

Asakawa Ai's steps paused, and it took a while for her to return to normal, and she continued to leave: "Well, goodbye... Actually, my name is Murong Ai. Also, your wedding photos are quite beautiful."

"Thank you."

After seeing off the guests, the room suddenly became quiet.

Ibrahimovic turned his gaze back and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"It's true, it's like this every time..." Garry sighed depressingly, "You were the one who said at the beginning that you should eat macarons at least once on every wedding anniversary."

"Ah... is it this day again?"

"Yes, yes, tidy up quickly, let's go out and eat some macarons, and then..."

"Ring, ring, ring, ring—" the living room phone rang suddenly.

Just as Ibrahimovic was about to answer the phone, Garry stopped her and pushed her into the room: "He's here to pick it up! Go and tidy up!"

After pushing Ibrahimovic in, Garry picked up the phone, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Mary! What are you doing here again?!"

"Hmph! The person my sister likes the most is me! Sooner or later, you will admit it!"

"……hehe!"

—Actually, today’s day is also very happy.

The author has something to say: =3=Dear everyone, please poke the next chapter after reading this chapter!Love you guys!

☆、End of the full text

First of all, I would like to apologize... Although I know that apologies are the cheapest and most annoying thing...

When I wrote the article, I was in the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school...At that time, I planned to write Wang Wang, but then everyone said that I like IB, so I changed the article to something beyond recognition...

Ranjiang knew that his writing was not good, so he was really happy that someone would read an article at the end.

Thank you for your willingness to read on.

Then there is the update speed or something...

In fact, it’s not that I can’t find time at all, but sometimes I clearly intend to write, and my mind goes blank after I turn on the computer... It’s really painful for Calvin.

So those of you who can endure the slow speed of dyeing sauce must all love dyeing sauce, right? 【Mud!roll!

And then... really all kinds of thanks!

Thank you for your support!

Some girls expressed that they wanted to know what Feng Changtaro promised to God at that time... so I won't tell you that Ranjiang deliberately didn't write it.

Some things need to be left in suspense, right?

Of course, if you are really curious, you can read another article by Ranjiang, the comprehensive manga "Please Call Me a Blood Race", there will be mentions in it if there is no accident...

If you find it too troublesome, just leave such a beautiful suspense in your heart!

Finally, in order to express my gratitude, Ran Jiang will write another IB fanfiction, only IB.

I will try my best to write it well!

This is a heart.

Then the IB inside will never collapse~ trust me~!

As for when to write that article...

Hahahahahaha... Anyway, I will definitely write it!

There is no way, the third year of junior high school is really too busy, and I have to write homework after ten o'clock every day...

Well, but the hobby of writing and dyeing sauce will never give up!

Thanks again everyone!

[Girls who really love dyeing sauce, come and hook up!Ranjiang is very lonely recently and needs the love of girls! 【roll!

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