[Brother Wars] Reverse String Princess

"Okay! That's it!"

"Your Highness Baishi has worked hard!"

Cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, a girl in kimono standing under the cherry blossom tree.

"Everyone has worked hard too."

The girl smiled slightly, making the cheeks of the teenagers around her flush.

When we met for the first time, that smile was deeply etched in Kiori's heart.

"Pfft!"

He reached out and pressed his left chest.

"Pfft!"

The heart speeded up slowly, and the blood rushed to the head all of a sudden, starting from the base of the ears to be unstoppably hot.

What kind of mood is this?

"I will continue to trouble everyone in the next few days."

"No trouble!"

"It is my honor to be Princess Shiraishi!"

The young man laughed out loud, waved goodbye to everyone, his every move seemed so charming, successfully making others intoxicated.

In the second meeting on the same day, Kiori remembered the boy.

"Shiraishi...?"

A beautiful young man dressed in women's clothing like his third brother, that's how he remembered it.

The third time we met was on the football field.

With just a glimpse, he spotted him.

'It's another set of clothes. '

Unlike the pink like the cherry blossoms last time, this time it is black and white like a football.

He sat there quietly, just smiling and watching the game made the team on the field extremely excited.

He didn't know why this happened, and his curiosity drove him to keep staring at the boy.

After that, he learned part of the information from other people's conversations.

His name is Shiraishi Donghua, and he is the "princess" of Fujimori Academy in this friendly match.

Every time the school team participates in a competition, he will go to cheer, but instead of shouting and dancing like the cheerleaders, he sits quietly.

How can you cheer if you don't even say cheers?

Kiori was puzzled, but soon understood.

Neither of the two teams in the competition was from his school, and he was only there for a martial arts competition.

Kiori sees him for the fourth time at his own match.

Still sitting like that, smiling like that, but it brought a sense of excitement to the people on the field.

In that competition, he was very serious, and he defeated his opponent in a short time, advanced again and again, and won again and again.

He is watching.

Kiori didn't know who he was looking at, but he knew he was looking here.

Just looking at it made him excited.

He's watching, so he doesn't want to lose.

Kiori, who has always insisted on martial arts, won the championship as a matter of course. When his companions congratulated him excitedly, he subconsciously looked at his position.

He is looking at him.

Looking at each other, both of them were stunned for a while, and then they came back to look at each other and smiled.

There was no words, no dialogue, but Kiori knew that he was saying congratulations, the most sincere kind of congratulations.

Perhaps because he noticed his gaze, the companions around him started joking with him, asking him if he had taken a fancy to that person.

He just smiled and didn't answer.

"Hey, hey! Are you serious? Let me tell you that although he is wearing women's clothes, he is indeed a man!"

Still smiling, he replied lightly.

"Well, I know."

No one thinks that Asahina Kori is crooked, and he doesn't think so himself, so everyone just thinks this conversation is a joke.

A harmless joke.

When he looked at the person's place again, the building was already empty, except for the chair that was placed there.

Perhaps because they were very curious about this boy in women's clothing, many people present were talking about it.

In fact, if he hadn't spoken, almost no one would have recognized him as a man.

After disclosure by insiders, Kiori began to get to know this boy.

Fujimori Gakuen, a famous boys’ academy, is different from other aristocratic schools, Fujimori only accepts absolutely outstanding people, although it is a bit of a torment for boys to stay in a school that is all boys, but there are still many people vying for it go in.

After a long time, the chairman of Fujimori Academy created a new position, that is, princess.

Because the school is full of boys, life is inevitably monotonous and boring. At this time, the role of the princess is reflected.

Although he is basically a boy, he becomes a girl after wearing women's clothing. Facing other students as a girl, it does not mean that he stands out from the crowd.

According to common sense, no boy would be willing to wear women's clothing, so the school also provides a lot of benefits, such as being unable to attend classes due to activities is considered a public holiday, there are [-] meal coupons every month, and a certain percentage of the money earned around the activities will give to the princess...

Such a system has succeeded in getting many people to agree to become princesses.

Of course, those who can become princesses are all naturally beautiful teenagers.

Qizhi means that Baishi Donghua agreed because of these benefits. Compared with a child from an ordinary family, these benefits are indeed a lot of temptation, although he doesn't know how Baishi Donghua's family is.

Somehow, he began to care about that boy.

The fifth meeting happened on a certain night and in such a bloody way.

"Hey uncle, I really don't have any money with me."

"Don't be so wordy! Who said I want money, I wouldn't be bothered to do it if I didn't see how beautiful you are, but you're actually a man, phew, I can make do with it."

Almost as soon as he heard that voice, he thought of the young man who cared so much about him. Without even thinking about it, Qi Zhi walked into the dark alley, knocked the robber to the ground, and broke his chest. hands.

Who allowed you to touch him!

He wanted to say that, but reason stopped him.

"If you don't want to die, get out."

Maybe it was because his expression was too ferocious, the uncle who was about to rob him ran away without saying a word.

He didn't know why he was so angry.

"Hey, does this count as a hero saving the beauty?"

Kiori turned around and saw the familiar face.

I don't know what to say, maybe I can't say what I should say, and the words of reproach immediately turn into another sentence when it comes to my mouth.

"What do you say?"

The streets are brightly lit at night, watching the pedestrians coming and going through the window, Kiori suddenly has a feeling that this is not bad.

"Ah, as expected, the ramen here is the best."

As soon as the ramen was served, Donghua couldn't help smacking her mouth, picked up the chopsticks and grabbed the top piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

Kiori, who had been paying attention to his movements, just stared straight at him.

"Hmm, what's up?"

Sensing the gaze of the people around her, Donghua raised her head and responded with puzzled eyes.

"No, nothing."

Kiori looked away, picked up the chopsticks and prepared to start.

"I just feel that you are very different now than before."

"Eh~"

Donghua still had meat in her mouth, he chewed it a few times and swallowed it down before continuing.

"Of course, who will play himself?"

Donghua didn't say it clearly, but Qizhi could understand what he meant.

Those are just a joke.

Kiori suddenly wanted to ask him if he was still acting like this.

"Speaking of which, your martial arts are really powerful."

Unexpectedly, Dong Hua suddenly brought up another topic.

"You remember."

Kiori looked at Donghua expectantly.

"Of course, you are the champion after all, and you even defeated our school in the first match."

As he spoke, he laughed.

It turned out to be the case.

Kiori finally understood why he got his gaze.

"To be honest, it's no problem to enter the top three with that guy's strength, but it's a pity that he met you in the first game. You don't know how dark his face was afterwards. I can say that he calmed down."

As if recalling that scene, Donghua quickly covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling constantly.

Qizhi looked at Donghua helplessly, and there was a pampering in his eyes that he didn't realize.

Donghua, who had had enough laughing, looked up and just saw Qizhi's emotion, she was a little stunned and began to tease.

"I said, you don't mean to see me, do you?"

Donghua propped her chin with her left hand, tilted her head to look at Qizhi on the right, and carefully watched his every expression—it was just a habit.

Kiori was startled by Donghua's sudden speech, somehow he remembered that someone had asked him this sentence at that time.

"Why do you say that?"

Seeing that Qizhi didn't deny it, Donghua raised her eyebrows irrefutably.

"How should I put it... don't you think it's weird?"

Dong Hua turned her head and picked up the cup containing barley tea and sipped it.

"When most people see men wearing women's clothing, no matter how good-looking they are, they will subconsciously stay away, especially men, because they are boys who like girls instead of women's clothes. Of course, perverts are excluded. Which one do you think you are?"

Kiori frowned beautifully.

"There will be people who are sincerely willing to accept it."

"Okay, okay, let me add, there is another kind of person who is absolutely bisexual, do you understand bisexuality?"

Dong Hua waved her hand casually, with a nonchalant look.

"Also, you seem to have tried your best at the beginning of that match, right?"

Seeing Qizhi's body stiffen all of a sudden, Donghua knew that he was right.

"It's like the guys in my school, as long as I'm there, they try their best to win. If they can't win, they just look like 'Oh, Shiraishi-sama, I'm sorry!'. I really don't know what they are competing for."

No one noticed Qiori's abnormality before, and Qiori didn't think much about it. Now that he was exposed and said, he had to look directly at his mood at that time.

As soon as he found himself being watched by him, he couldn't help but his heart beat faster - not nervous, after all, he was used to other people's attention.

Knowing that he has been looking at me, I can't help being excited - it's like seeing an idol.

Because he watched, he wanted to win—he never had much demand for winning or losing.

Those unusual moods did not disappear over time, but intensified.

Hearing the cries of people around me, I couldn't help but think of that day.

Hearing someone talk about kimonos, I immediately recalled that day.

Hearing the voice in the alley, he knew it was him.

I've never felt like this before.

"Let me ask you, what were you thinking during the game?"

thinking of you.

Kiori held back the desire to speak, and forced herself to look curiously at Kamifuyuka.

"... thinking about winning."

As if she didn't get a satisfactory answer, Donghua pouted and turned her head resentfully.

"Tch, I thought you were thinking of me."

boom!

The blood flowed back again and went straight to the top of the head. Asahina Kiori felt her entire face flushed for the second time since she met Shiraishi Fuyuka.

That's a feeling I've never felt before.

It's just a joke, Asahina Kiori, do you want to be so useless!

Qizhi yelled loudly in his heart, but the temperature on his face only rose but never dropped. He covered the left half of his face with his hand in embarrassment, trying to block Donghua's sight.

"Huh? Why are you blushing? Could it be that I'm right?"

Noticing the abnormal color of Kiori's exposed ear tips, Fuyuka became playful and kept teasing.

It's just that she didn't get any reply, not even a rebuttal, and Donghua couldn't help being speechless.

"Well, what, I was actually joking."

I've seen a lot of people say they like him, but I've never seen such an innocent one. Even Donghua, who is the best at dealing with feelings, doesn't know what to say.

Should he say 'so you like me'?

"Well, I know."

His cheeks were still so hot, Kiori simply turned his head to the right, and replied with a low voice.

Somehow, he actually started to get angry—at himself.