[net king] light as fleeting

Stepping out of the tour bus, a gust of cold wind blew by, Fujiwara Ri felt a little cold, and sneezed involuntarily.

"Xiao Li, I'll wear my clothes for you." Just as Xiang Ri took off her coat, Fujiwara Li already had a black casual coat on her hand.

Fujiwara Ri held the clothes that Atobe threw to her, looked at Atobe in puzzlement, folded the clothes on his hands and handed them back to him.

"Put it on." Atobe looked at the folded coat in front of him speechlessly, with a deep sense of powerlessness in his tone.

"Xiaojing took it off specially for you to wear. Put it on so you don't catch a cold." Seeing Fujiwara Ri still holding up her coat in a daze, Renzu temporarily acted as a commentator.

"Is that so?" Atobe didn't refute, Fujiwara Ri spread out her clothes and put them on again. The long cuffs and hem made her even smaller: "Thank you."

"Thank you too." Sakurai Azusa unceremoniously snatched Xiang Ri's coat off, just as she also felt cold.

"Hey, are you polite? It's not for you to wear." Xiang Ri, who was slow to react, jumped up angrily.

"It fits just right." Azusa Sakurai nodded in satisfaction, glanced sideways at Xiang Ri and added, "You're still short!"

"..."

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There was a rhythmless knock on the door, and Fujiwara Ri slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes and propping his hands on the quilt.Seeing that Sakurai Azusa was still sleeping next to him, he stretched out his hands and gently pushed her shoulders.

"Xiao Zi woke up."

"Hmm." Sakurai Azusa rolled over uncomfortably and turned to the other side, pulled up the quilt and buried her head in the pillow.

"Get up, if you stay in bed, you will be late."

Sakurai Azusa yawned, and sat upright staggeringly: "Let's say, I met an old woman who was knocked down on the road and accompanied her to the hospital..."

Before she finished speaking, Sakurai Azusa collapsed on the pillow again, dragging the quilt to cover her face.

"..." Fujiwara Ri no longer quarreled with Sakurai Azusa, and let her continue to lie on the bed, stepping barefoot on the light brown wool carpet, took out the clothes she was going to wear today, and walked into the bathroom.

Azusa Sakurai huddled under the quilt and tossed and turned, waiting for Ri Fujiwara to call her again.After waiting for a few minutes, I couldn't help being curious. I quietly opened my eyes and poked my head out of the quilt. There was no sign of Fujiwara Ri in the room. Just as I was wondering, there was a crisp sound of running water in the bathroom.

"You don't care about me." Sakurai Azusa reluctantly turned over on the bed a few times, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.At the same time, Ri Fujiwara just finished brushing her teeth and washing her face, opened the bathroom door and walked out.

"Xiao Li, you didn't call me."

"I just remembered that your brother said, just wake you up once and let you lazy on the bed, you can't help but get up curiously."

"...That bastard, Xiaoli, how can you trust him? I'll show that bastard a good look when I get back!" Sakurai Azusa resentfully stepped on the carpet under her feet, took out the clothes she wanted to change into the bathroom, and closed the door heavily.

Fujiwara stood quietly watching Sakurai Azusa who was having a childish temper, waiting for her to come out after washing and go downstairs together.

Sakurai Azusa walked out of the bathroom, Fujiwara Riban leaned against the wall next to the bathroom and waited for her: "Let's go down."

"Wait, tie up your hair first." Azusa Sakurai pulled Fujiwara Ri to sit down in front of the mirror, took out her backpack and found the newly bought hair band, combed Fujiwara Ri's hair straight and tied with a comb.

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When Fujiwara and Ri went downstairs, everyone was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

"Good morning." Catching everyone's gaze, Fujiwara Ri bowed down to say hello.

"Morning, Xiao Li, come and sit here." Xiang Ri pulled the seat on the other side of her and beckoned Fujiwara to come over.

"Thanks."

"You, it's not for you to sit."

Sakurai Azusa blinked innocently: "Then why did you pull away when I approached."

"you……"

Atobe put down the tableware and glared at the two who were about to quarrel early in the morning: "Be quiet, sir, how long do you want to quarrel."

Sakurai Azusa and Xiang Ri immediately calmed down, and silently wiped out the western breakfast on the plate.

Fujiwara stood there and looked at the dining table, except that there was an empty seat on the left hand side of Atobe, and the rest of the seats were around the boys and girls whom Fujiwara didn't know at all.

After thinking about it, Fujiwara Ri decided to go to the seat next to Atobe, and before sitting down, she noticed that everyone's eyes were on her: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just sit here if you want." Atobe had no extra expression on his face, and continued to eat his breakfast with his head slightly lowered.

Because of this sentence, everyone's eyes shifted from Fujiwara Ri's body to Atobe's body in a tacit understanding, and Atobe still seemed to be unaware of his elegant appearance.

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A group of people were sent to the school gate by the special car of Atobe's house. They had already visited yesterday, so they knew where the teaching building for the third grade in the middle school was without asking for directions.

Azusa Sakurai looked up at the white teaching building in front of her: "The classroom I'm going to is on the second floor."

"I'm also on the second floor." Xiang Ri muttered dissatisfiedly: "I really hate why you are here."

Azusa Sakurai stuck out her tongue and made a grimace: "You can't control this."

"Same." Ninzu pushed his glasses, looking at the information in his hand that was just delivered by the female teacher who came to receive them yesterday.

"I'm on the first floor." Shishido pulled the schoolbag behind his back and walked to the classroom arranged for him: "I'll go there first."

"We're also on the first floor." Two other girls who didn't know each other whispered, then turned and walked towards the arranged classroom.

Going up the stairs, Fujiwara Ri followed closely beside Sakurai Azusa, and Atobe reached out behind her and grabbed her schoolbag strap to stop her in place.

"You are in a different class from her."

"why."

"There is no reason why classes are randomly assigned by computer."

"Hey, Xiaoli, you have to take care of yourself." Azusa Sakurai reached out her hand to imitate the habit that Yuu Fujiwara often did, rubbing her smooth hair: "Remember."

Fujiwara watched Azusa Sakurai turn around and walk to a classroom on the left next to the stairs, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the door and walked in.Atobe didn't say anything, just grabbed her wrist and continued walking up the stairs.

"Do I want to be alone too?"

Wanting her to be alone, thinking of this, Fujiwara Ri inexplicably resisted this study trip.

"You and my uncle are in the same class."

"Isn't there a class for each person?" Fujiwara asked.

"The number of people exceeds the number of classes, so there are some classes that assign two people." Atobe glanced at Fujiwara who was willing to walk around without a single person: "I don't intend to complain that I can't be in the same class as that woman?"