fall in love with Echizen

After saying goodbye to Ryoma, it's school day again after a nap.

I sat in the student union activity room and looked down at the schedule. There was no one else in the activity room, and everyone went out with their own tasks, or went to the meeting of the student union minister in the building opposite.

It was very quiet in the activity room, only the sound of me turning the pages of the book.

After work, I took out my English exercise book to do my homework and was on duty by the way.

click.The door lock was opened.

I looked up, and a handsome boy with red hair came straight to my desk, condescending, with a fierce expression: "You are the president of the student council? You look like a bleating lamb."

... bleat...

I paused: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Ah, it's Xiaotian who has something to do today, let me help her on duty."

"..." I was silent for a few seconds, "It is reasonable to say that the internal members of the student union should be on duty... Forget it. You just sit there, there is no job, just do your own thing."

Seeing him staring at me for a few seconds, his facial expression seemed very unnatural.

I paused: "Fire wild pear blossom."

He blurted out immediately, as if he was waiting for me to give him a step: "Omiko Chai Mikoto."

I nodded: "Yeah, Yuzi Chai-kun."

He sat on Oda's seat, as if he came empty-handed, so he had nothing to do.

I turned a few pages of English and noticed his strong gaze: "..."

I decided to socialize: "Oda is Mikoshiba-kun's friend, right?"

"Well, of course." As soon as he spoke, he seemed to be surrounded by stinky special effects of roses, with a proud tone, "After all, I can't see girls getting into trouble."

I cheered: "... eh——"

The scene stands still.

Me: stare——

Miko Chai gradually lost his expression, and his ears turned red.

I looked at him with eyes that see through everything.

Is it a Tsundere character?After I finished speaking, I was ashamed first.

Me: "I remember Miko Chai-kun, he is very popular with girls, have you already had a girlfriend?"

"How is it possible!" Miko Chai instantly resumed the frivolous character, and winked at me, "I belong to everyone."

I tilted my head expressionlessly to avoid his air kiss.

Seeing me dodging, Yu Zichai seemed to realize what he had just done, blushed, and buried his head in silence—it was completely different from the frivolous young man just now.

I silently knocked on the table a few times.

Yu Zichai is fine, he struggled for a long time before asking: "...what are you doing?"

Me: "English workbook, because my English is a shortcoming."

Although it has completely caught up now, compared with mathematics, it is close to the full score and a little bit away from the full score.

"Hey, I didn't expect the president to be so good at studying. Is there a shortcoming? I happen to be the first in the class in a single English subject," he said with a reserved face but showing off, "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

I perfunctory: "Yeah, thank you, Mizu Chai-kun."

"You're welcome! After all, if a black rose like the president sheds a tear, the sky will cry..." He began to beep.

I turned my pen and propped my chin to watch Miko Chai's handsome hair.

...Well, isn't he saying a line from an otome game?

So it turned out to be a tsundere player who learned how to operate the game.

After finishing speaking, Miko Chai obediently sat on the seat and shyly steamed alone. He was not small, and he shrank in Oda's seat like a big obedient dog.

I paused, decided to ignore it, and continued writing.

……

It was a quiet afternoon, except for the sound of him walking up and down above my head.

Yu Zichai went to pick up the water, stopped halfway to look at me quietly, and passed by pretending nothing happened after I looked up.

Miko Chai was sitting on the seat, holding a glass of water and looking at me quietly.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Mikoshiba sat on his seat and glanced at the door in frustration.

Mikoshiba...

I:"……"

So annoying.

The words "Quickly ask me questions and I will know how to answer them" were written blatantly on his face.

When I stopped the pen tip, he immediately showed an excited expression, and the sense of anticipation almost popped out of his eyes.

I sighed and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Yuzi Chai, how to do this question?"

"Ha! Your English is really weak! You don't know everything in the exercise book!" Miko Shiba Mikoto immediately stood up happily, rolled up her sleeves and walked to me, with a suspicious blush on her face.

He saw the question and thought for a few seconds: "I can't do this question! It should be like this... this... and this... and then this..."

Originally, I asked him perfunctorily, and I actually would, but Yu Zichai explained it in great detail, with extended knowledge points, so I followed his train of thought unconsciously.

When he was talking about the topic, his expression was quite obedient and he calmed down.

I meditate.

Ryoma's arrogance seems to be different from his.

"...Oh, yes, president, don't you have a boyfriend? It's a pity, but he will treat you well, after all, a girl as delicate as a doll like the president..."

Me: "..." He started again.

I thought for a while: "Yuzi Chai-kun, what kind of person do you think I am?"

Mizi Chai was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought seriously: "Huh? Uh... the president I saw..."

"It's natural."

Me: "...huh?"

"What do you ask for this?"

Me: "No, I just thought it was amazing that my boyfriend and I were like two completely different people together."

"Ha! Love consultant!" He snapped his fingers, "I'll just..."

Mikoshiba beeped a lot, and finally blushed again under my gaze.

I watched him steam: "...you are such an interesting person, Miko Chai-kun."

Hmm... Ryoma is indeed different from this Tsundere.

Eh wait—I don't think I've been to the place where Ryoma trains here.

***

Through the above incident, I had a whim to pick up Ryoma on the weekend.

Outside his gym, leaning against a pillar and waiting for him.

The sky gradually darkened, the sun set and the floor turned red.

I looked at my toes boredly.

After a while, footsteps finally came from the door, I turned my head, and the person who came saw me was still stunned.

I smiled and reached out to greet him: "Hi, I'm here to pick you up."

The dark-green-haired boy looked at me for a moment, and then burst out laughing, even though he was smiling, he had the refreshingness of a boy, "Mmm...thank you."

Me: "You're welcome!"

As he approached, I stretched out my hand. Ryoma didn't carry a backpack, but he didn't change his team uniform. He held me with a hand wearing a light blue wristband.

His palms may have just been washed, and they are icy cold.

We walked for a while, and suddenly, Ryoma hooked my scarf with the other hand: "Wearing a scarf so early, it's winter, so I have to go out wrapped in a quilt."

I was hooked and leaned closer to him: "Because it's cold. And this scarf is thin!"

"Hmm." Ryoma smiled faintly.

His fingers hooked on my scarf suddenly stretched in, and the cold touch froze on my warm neck hidden in the scarf.

"!" I shrunk subconsciously, and wanted to raise my hand to hold Ryoma's wrist, but Ryoma pulled it away first.

I was upset: "What are you doing! Sneak attack!"

"Not at all." Ryoma smiled lightly, "But it's quite warm."

I:"……"

Ryoma: "...Don't stare at me."

I also reached out to touch his neck, but Ryoma didn't stop him, allowing me to move, and even turned his head slightly to facilitate my sticking.

No response.

Compared with the temperature of his neck, my fingers were almost icy cold, but Ryoma's face remained unchanged, and he looked down at me with great interest.

Ryoma: "That's it?"

I:"……"

His expression is very punchy.

I raised my head and stared at Ryoma, and he looked at me leisurely, as if he was watching a play.

I squint my eyes.

Long Ma seemed to be aware of it, and frowned: "Hey..."

Ryoma: "!"

I tiptoed quickly and pulled his collar, Ryoma bent down completely out of conditioned reflex, but instead of kissing his mouth, I lightly kissed his front neck.

Lightly.

The hand that Ryoma was holding me tightened suddenly, he swallowed unconsciously, and the other hand wanted to touch the place where I kissed just now, but he let it go under my malicious gaze.

Long Ma blushed, "You...don't kiss there."

"Why." I pointed out his mistake. "If we're going to hit a home run, I can kiss you anywhere. Also, you can kiss me—huh huh??"

In the middle of my speech, Ryoma covered my mouth, so I had to stare at him.

Ryoma lowered his head and didn't look at me, "You idiot, don't say these things now...!"

I:"……"

This guy.

……

Finally, they walked quietly on the road hand in hand.

It was getting late, the street lights began to turn on, the shops on the street were brightly lit, and occasionally the BGM overflowed from the shops, the whole street was full of lively atmosphere, dispelling the coolness of autumn.

We walked for a while, and there was music in the square in the distance, and a bunch of people formed a circle with three floors inside and three floors outside.

I came interested: "Where to go and see!"

Ryoma was pulled away by me.

Just when someone came out of the crowd, I went in, and Ryoma blocked me, so I didn't feel crowded.

Surrounded by a band, the lead singer was speaking with a microphone: "Yes, someone can come up and sing by themselves, and there will be prizes!"

The crowd became noisy, and after a while, an uncle stepped forward: "I'm coming!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" the crowd cheered.

What he sang seems to be a very old tune, I have only heard the melody but not the lyrics.

People around were singing along softly, the lively atmosphere was only illuminated by a bunch of street lights, but the darkness brought inexplicable excitement.

I couldn't help laughing, and turned to look at Ryoma, who happened to be lowering his head too, with a smile on his face.

The other voices were too loud, so I leaned close to his ear and said loudly, "You sing too!"

Longma sneered, and then said loudly: "I don't want it!"

The colorful lights in the distance flashed across his face, faintly and hazy.

Becoming student body president in high school was a step that took a lot of courage for me to take - because I'm not very social or speaking in front of a lot of strangers.

It's been much, much better so far.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too warm, with bursts of laughter and cheers, my mind became hot: "Then I'll sing!"

Ryoma was taken aback by surprise, and then laughed even louder: "Yes!"

So I volunteered to go up when the uncle was off.

Ryoma couldn't help laughing, I took the microphone, and whispered the song to the guitarist, he compared OK, and I turned around.

There was a crowd of people in the dark, some were taking pictures, some were laughing excitedly, and some were yelling, "Pretty sister sings -!"

Ryoma was very conspicuous inside because of his tall stature and outstanding appearance. He was smiling, and he also took out his mobile phone and pointed it at me.

me--"

The sound is amplified by the microphone.

I stabilized my mind, relaxed and laughed again, and pointed to Ryoma: "I want to sing to my first boyfriend!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd immediately started to boil, "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh !!!" "Couples channel!!" "So handsome!"

Ryoma accidentally moved away from the phone and looked at me, but the next second the cat's pupils were slightly bent.

Me: "Because he's staying abroad, so I'm going to sing a super hilarious English song."

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh come one!" "Come one!"

***

The crowd was engulfed in darkness, with only a faint light shining on the crowd. The voices were buzzing, but the next moment it fell silent, and the guitarist began to play.

Echizen Ryoma looked at the screen of the mobile phone, which was not clearly illuminated, and looked up. The black-haired girl was holding the microphone, her black hair melted into the night, her silver-gray eyes seemed to be shining, and she was smiling.

That guy used to be uncomfortable talking to seniors, but now he can sing in front of so many people.

What she uttered was in English, not just a love song, but also a fast-paced happy song.

... Isn't this an English love song sung by a man to a woman?

Ryoma heard the lyrics of "girl".

He couldn't help laughing.

During the singing, Lihua still didn't forget to look at him, causing the audience to focus on him and the girl.

Ryoma didn't feel anything, just found it novel.

This is the first time that the attention has nothing to do with tennis.

At the climax of singing, Lihua took off the fixed microphone, no longer just looking at him, but facing everyone.

The crowd boiled, and the atmosphere was fired to new heights.

The black hair curled up in the air, as if hooked on his heart.

Ryoma let go of the familiar sound of his heart beating faster, and her graceful figure was reflected in Kohaku's eyes.

In fact, they have known for a long time that the relationship between them is the relationship between the kite and the string—even if Lihua is completely unconscious.

He is a kite, and the string is casually hooked by Lihua's wrist. She can let it go when she wants, and draw it closer if she wants to.

Of course Ryoma has the confidence to let her go, but sometimes... Occasionally?I feel that the feeling of floating in the air is not very good, and I can't help but want to float to her side.

Lihua didn't realize that she liked him more and more, and he did the same, even deeper.

And Lihua herself certainly didn't notice it. It should be said that from her perspective, there will be very little heartbeat for her lover-because it was all done directly.

It wasn't until Lihua slowly tightened the string, hugged the kite in her arms, and brought it home—that he would completely stop wandering in vain.

The boy's cat pupils blinked, and the black-haired girl made a gesture to him at the end of the song and smiled brightly.

Ryoma chuckled lightly.

After singing, she put down the microphone and threw herself into his arms amidst the cheers, and raised her head and asked, "Does it sound good?"

Long Ma hugged her, paused, and said with a smile, "Not bad."

How long does it take to tighten completely?

He is waiting.