[Comprehensive] Please accept my continuous affection

"Good morning--"

As soon as I opened the shoe cabinet, I heard someone greet me next to me.

Turning his head, he saw that it was Yukiko Kasuga, who was in the same class.

She made a "V" gesture to me: "Fate, I actually met here. How about it, have you given up the idea of ​​confessing?"

"Heh, if this person knew that your confession was rejected yesterday, he would surely roll on the ground with his stomach in his arms laughing?" This was Kusuo's ruthless mockery.

"...Mr. Kusuo, yesterday was an accident. A Mian who pursues true love will not be ridiculed." This is Mitsuri's retort weakly.

I feel like a kindergarten kid who is sent to school by parents after being bullied at school, and who has to watch and observe the learning process.

Kusuo floated above my head, and Mitsuri walked beside me.

...Haha, the number of people has increased before I knew it, so happy...

"What's wrong?" Kasuga came over, opened her own shoe cabinet, and took out the indoor shoes, "Why are you looking at me in a daze?"

"...It's nothing." I came back to my senses and closed the door of the shoe cabinet, "What are you talking about? 'Don't want to confess'? Don't be kidding."

"Hey, haven't you given up yet? Didn't you send a message to Senior Hong yesterday? Didn't you make an appointment?"

"...!"

I looked away and hesitated.

"I feel that the pressure of confessing in person is too great, so I want to choose another method..."

Ahh, I lied.

Huh, if Kasuga-san finds out that I was rejected yesterday, it must be super embarrassing.

Just like Kusuo said, she will definitely laugh out loud.

Kasuga-san nodded: "That's right, it's very stressful for anyone to confess in person, and it's super embarrassing if you get rejected."

...Woo, my knee hurts.

"So, do you want to write a love letter to him?" Kasuga-san raised a finger, "For example, at the end of the love letter, write 'If the senior agrees to date me, come meet me somewhere after school', If you can't wait for the senior at that time, it means that you have been rejected, and you don't have to face the senior, and you and the senior know about this, and you won't feel ashamed of being rejected."

That makes sense.

Uh, actually I did write a love letter, it's in the bag.

I haven't figured out how to hand it to Senior Hong...

"But," I asked tentatively, "Even if you write a love letter, you have to hand it to Senior Hong. Don't talk about getting someone to hand it over. This method is not safe."

Kasuga-san dismissed my doubts: "Are you stupid? Who said you have to hand it over to Senior Tomo in person, you can just stuff it in his shoe closet."

...!

There is also this method!

But, but...

My sight drifted left and right, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Boom, boom senior's shoe cabinet..."

"The row on the farthest edge." Kasuga-san pointed to me generously, "the one with the nameplate of Toro-senpai on it."

I walked over, and sure enough, I saw the word "Boom" on the shoe cabinet on the far side.

Seeing no one around, I gently opened the door of the shoe cabinet, and there was a pair of sneakers lying inside. It seemed that Senior Hong had already entered the teaching building.

"Senior Toro's shoe cabinet is no secret anymore. As the chief member of the fan club, I know this clearly." Kasuga-san proudly put her hands on her hips, "Hurry up if you want to put a love letter, don't make strange changes /Status oh... wait, did you write a love letter?"

For the time being, I didn't have time to understand Haruhi's yelling, because I suddenly saw a strange phenomenon inside the shoe cabinet through the gap.

——On Senior Hong's sneakers, there are two or three thin envelopes, the colors are very youthful, or pink or pink blue, which is extremely easy to make people think wrong.

"...What is this?" I pointed to the letter in the shoe cabinet.

Kasuga-san glanced into the shoe cabinet, shrugged, "Love letter."

"??"

"What's that expression on your face? There's no school rule that stipulates that Senior Hong can only accept love letters from you, right?" Kasuga snorted, "Senior Hong's popularity in school can be considered Top, how do you feel about your crush?" What a misunderstanding! This is the gentle and kind-hearted Senpai Toro, and there are warriors in the shoe cabinet of Senpai Bakugo next door."

"..."

I instantly dismissed the idea of ​​stuffing the love letter into the shoe cabinet of Tomo-senpai, and just dragged Haruhi to the classroom.

"Okay, let's go, you really talk a lot."

"What?! Didn't you ask me? I was kind enough to reveal the information to you!" Kasuga protested, "Don't let me catch you writing love letters in class and then slipping them into Senior Hiroshi's shoe cabinet after school ! I will absolutely laugh at you out loud!"

"..." Don't worry, it won't.

After entering the classroom, Kasuga-san and I separated and went to our respective seats.

And Mitsuri finally had time to talk to me.

She was even more worried than I imagined: "What should I do, A Mian? I also don't think it's a good idea to put it in the shoe cabinet. What if I lose it? It took so much effort to write it last night... Ah, how about sending it directly to Mr. Hong-senpai? You should have that here, right? The letter crow is a crow that specializes in delivering messages to people, and occasionally sends letters..."

What the hell is that?

"No, we usually use cell phones."

"...Uuuuu."

"It's not a question of how to deliver the letter." I put my arms on the desk and propped my face, "The point is, using love letters is not very good. It's too unspecial."

Mitsuri opened her eyes wide: "Why? I think love letters are pretty good."

"Think about it, so many people send love letters to Senior Hong, and if I send them again, won't I be the same as others? It doesn't show my specialness at all, and Senior Hong will soon forget me .”

Kusuo had already put his hands behind his head and rested comfortably against the ceiling. Hearing this, he snorted: "Are you stupid? Is this the reason for the way you confess? This is obviously the reason for the person you confess to."

Mitsuri and I have habitually ignored Kusuo.

After all, Zhu Gusheng's suggestion was of no value at all.

"Is there any way that is more special, but also very serious and sincere?" I said to myself in distress.

Mitsuri also held her head, trying to think of a way for me in pain.But it is estimated that in the era when she survived, more love letters were used to confess her love.

But even if you have no clue, you still have to pay attention to the class when the bell rings.

This class is a math class taught by the cement board teacher.Adhering to the principle of studying hard when it is time to study, I put aside my miscellaneous thoughts and took notes seriously.

A class passed quickly, and when the get out of class bell rang, the cement board teacher said, "get out of class is over, students have worked hard" and walked off the podium.

But when he walked to the door of the classroom, he suddenly turned back.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to inform you about something."

The cement board teacher cleared his throat and said to the class.

The classroom, which had already started to be noisy, fell silent again in an instant.

Teacher Cement Board nodded in satisfaction, and said, "The recent period is very special, as you all know, right? Teacher All Might retired, but the enemy alliance was also captured. However, enemies are still emerging one after another, and the application rate of professional heroes is gradually increasing. Reduced. For example, the number of applicants for the hero department this year has actually decreased by two-thirds compared to last year, which is really unimaginable!"

Small voices of discussion spread in the class.

The courageous male student who usually behaves more lively raised his hand: "Teacher, what should we do? Do you want to promote professional heroes?"

"Hey, if it's a reasonable publicity, of course we welcome it." Teacher Cement Board said, "And the school will naturally not do nothing. - That is to say, after school today, everyone pay attention to the press release broadcast by the school radio station , titled "Building an Orderly and Sound Heroic Society, Strive to Be a Priority Team for Vocational Talent Reserves". This is an excellent manuscript written by students recently. Please listen carefully and improve your understanding. It would be great if you could write some more thoughts... "

After finishing speaking, the cement board teacher walked out of the classroom with a lot of enthusiasm.

"Broadcasting station? Does our school have this thing?" I leaned back, leaning on the back of my chair and talking to myself.

"Of course there is."

I looked up and saw that it was Maoyou's classmate.

He was holding an empty water glass, probably going to fetch hot water in the corridor outside.

Seeing me looking at him, his ears moved, and he coughed softly: "Although there is no sense of presence, it's just that the weather will be broadcast in the early morning. But Sen Luo, you are a commuter, and you usually can't listen to it."

"Is that so." I looked thoughtfully at the back of Maomata leaving, and suddenly had some bold but effective ideas in my heart.

"...I suggest you get rid of that terrible thought in your mind." Kusuo had already floated down and faced me face to face, "Do you want to be demerited?"

Hey, in a short life, it is quite memorable to be remembered once.

It explains that my confession to Senior Hong is also accompanied by the price I have remembered. I believe Senior Hong will understand the heaviness of my confession.

Kusuo: "..."

Kusuo: "Can I blow your dog's head off?"

"...?" Mitsuri blinked her peasy eyes, looked at me innocently and then at Kusuo, "Why? You suddenly started to look at each other without saying a word? Is this some kind of strange tacit understanding? Ugh, I too Good idea."

"Don't worry, you will have enough intimacy." I stood up, "Speaking of this, I have to inquire about the location of the radio station first."

Saying that, I walked over to Kasuga-san.

……

After the get out of class bell rang, I quickly packed my schoolbag and ran to the activity building.

According to Kasuga-san, the corner of the top floor of the activity building is where the unremarkable radio station of our school is located.

When I ran up to the top floor and rushed to the radio station and slammed the door open, a senior and a senior from the general department of the second grade were tuning the sound.

They were repeating snippets of the soundcheck into the microphone.

The movement of me knocking open the door was a bit loud, and the younger senior even yelled "Ah--".

Kusuo looked desperate: "Let me tell you, it's too late to give up now."

Although Mitsuri didn't know what I was going to do, she said unconditionally, "Amian, go!"

"Student, junior?!" The senior quickly pressed the button of the microphone and turned off the microphone, "Did something happen?"

"Sorry senior, I want to borrow the microphone of the radio station." I threw my schoolbag on the ground, and took out the not-so-thick love letter from the schoolbag, "I have an important news to broadcast."

"Wait, wait! You have to be measured when you mess around!" The senior sister scolded me loudly, "Forget about other time slots, but now there is an important press release! This is the task assigned by the teacher."

"It's okay, I can borrow it for 10 minutes." I felt my blood boil, "10 minutes, after I finish broadcasting, the seniors and seniors can continue broadcasting this press release, and I will applaud you."

Probably because my words sounded like sarcasm, the faces of seniors and sisters turned blue.

They stood up and wanted to push me out the door: "Sister, although I don't know what you are thinking, it is a big mistake to delay the broadcast of the press release, and we cannot take responsibility. Please go out and calm down first. How about a moment? Otherwise, I will notify the teacher."

Of course the teacher cannot come.

Or to put it another way, I have to finish my work before the teacher comes.

I clicked my tongue, grabbed the senior's hand with one hand, and threw him out of the door.

"Hey!" The senior was taken aback, and hurried out to check on the situation of the senior. I took the opportunity to close the door and lock it.

There were banging and yelling on the door.

I slowly tore open the love letter envelope and sat down in front of the microphone.

"...Mian, think about it." Kusuo rarely called my name, "If you lose face, you will lose face in front of the whole school."

"So what?" I raised my head proudly, "Will the future idol, Sen Luomian, be a person who is afraid of the eyes of people around him?"

I pressed the microphone in front of me and cleared my throat.

"Hey, hey, okay, can you hear me?"

"Before an uplifting press release, interrupt a listener's letter."

"The letter is from Sen Luomian, a classmate of the Hero Department in Class A, Grade [-], and it is addressed to Senior Hong Jiaodong, Class A, Grade [-]."

I calmly unfolded the folded letter paper, because I was afraid that the teacher would suddenly appear and interrupt me, so I spoke very fast.

"Dear Mr. Hong, I really like you..."

"..."

"..."

"Above. Today's special announcer, A Benson Luo Mian, will broadcast it for you."

The author has something to say: Third watch, woo woo woo moved, I finally finished writing.