Guarding sweetheart's blackened Asian dream

Needless to say, both Weishi and Zhixin returned home in disastrous defeat. Who can imagine the tragedy of being chased and killed all day long in the Holy Night Academy, and the last somersault fell into the court, and it took more than two hours to deal with those petals with a headache. How can you bear it?Of course, Wei Shi also has a long memory, and felt that it was a bit too much for him to distrust her so much at the beginning, but he didn't know that Zhixin framed Yameng at all. . .So, at this night, I secretly made up my mind to go to Yameng's house tomorrow.

In the afternoon of the next day, Sakurai House——

"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang.

"Come in." The maid's voice. [Note~ This is the door, and the next scene is Yameng's room~]

"... How many fights?!" Yameng opened his eyes wide and blinked twice.

Ji Dou squatted on the window sill and smiled: "Heh, you can tell it's my princess just by hearing the voice. The house has changed... But Yameng has become more beautiful."

"..." Yameng blushed and turned her head, no matter how cruel she was in front of Weishi, she was still the same [proud (hey!)] Yameng in front of Jidou.

"Those four sweethearts are gone, meow." A Ye looked around.

"Are there any guests?" The five egg shells cracked at the same time, and there was a person inside. . .

"Long time no see, Lord Ji Dou. Dong Shuang."

"Yes. West Mist."

"Yeah. Nanxue."

"I'm Beilu."

Also, "Rebellion."

"Oh, the group of four has become a group of five." Ji Dou smiled and jumped off the window sill.

"Well... originally there were eight of them." Yameng looked at his sweethearts with his chin in his hands, "but now there is rebellion."

"A dream..."

"Huh?" Ya Meng raised his head, his eyes met Ji Dou's, and he could vaguely see the sadness in Ji Dou's eyes.

"It must have made you like this." Ji Dou pointed at rebellion.

Yameng froze for a moment, smiled, shook his head and said, "No...yes..." "Little ghost king*." Ji Dou caressed Yameng's hair with a little affection, "I know."

Just when Ji Dou and Ya Meng were looking at each other, the door of the room suddenly opened.

"Yameng!" is Weishi. "Well......"

"What are you doing here?!" Yameng turned her head, her eyes so cold that they could kill everything.

"..." Ji Dou turned his head away.

"How many fights does Yueyong have?!!!" Wei Shi exclaimed.

Yameng raised her eyebrows: "Do you have an opinion?"

"That's right, meow." A Ye made a face for Wei Shi.

"Yameng, how can you be with him..." Before Weishi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yameng, who had been transformed into a rebellious image that he couldn't stand: "Am I familiar with you? Compared with these, you don't Do you think it is necessary for you to explain to me why you are here?! Huh?!!"

Only then did Wei Shi remember his original intention, and hesitatingly said: "Uh...I...Yameng...Yesterday...I'm sorry."

"No need." Yameng turned around, "If there is nothing else, you can go back."

"I......"

"Go back! Do you want me to drive you away in person?!" Yameng shouted sharply.

"...*" Wei Shi left.

"Yameng is really fierce." Ji Dou smiled.

"..." Yameng didn't speak.

"Yameng," Ji Dou put his hands on Yameng's shoulders, "I always feel that you have changed."

"Really." It was clearly a question, but it became an affirmative sentence, "I don't want to explain too much...I want to be alone."

Ji Dou hugged Yameng gently, and said with a smile: "Princess, please go ahead."

After finishing speaking, they changed their images with Ah Ye, jumped out of the window sill, and disappeared into the sunset. .

Note*:

Kid King*: Needless to say, it is definitely Weishi~ This nickname is quite appropriate to be honest. . . . . .

. . . . . . *: Don't be surprised why Miracle didn't make a sound [Field]. . .My explanation for this is prime. . .Because Weishi didn't bring a miracle out = = [sincerity. 】

[p. s Maybe it's because I wrote this chapter on my phone on the bus and then typed it into my computer when I got home. . .Might be a little rushed. . . . . .Also, thank you to those who supported this novel, and at the same time, I am sorry that I have delayed the draft for too long.Now most children should have a grandma's house and their own house. . .So I became one of them = = I don't have a computer at home. . .Uh, to be precise, there is no internet and it keeps crashing. . .During the summer vacation, I seldom go to grandma's house. . .So it was a tragedy. . . ttIt seems that I am a bit shirking responsibility by saying this. . . (No) But thank you for your support, to be honest, I seem to have written this article since 2008 = = I hardly touched it in 2009, most of it was written this year and the year before = = During the delay period I also asked a friend to help me check the click-through rate and comments, but it still kept soaring. . .Thank you for your kindness, I haven't forgotten the guy who dragged the draft and dragged people to complain. . .I can only say: sorry!Thanks! (So ​​awkward==)]