"Net King" is not just a good friend

Chapter12.part1.

Sandra Cisneros (Sandra Cisneros)

To you "who have become adults":

Marlene, the one dancing alone under the street lights.The same song is sung somewhere, I know it.She was waiting for a car to stop, for a star to fall, for someone to change her life. -Sandra Cisneros "Beauty"

'The closer you are, the farther the road; the easiest tune requires the hardest practice. '(Reality)

16-year-old teenagers who are in puberty are generally a single-celled biological group. For them, it is easy to be addicted to one thing quickly, but another thing can quickly become a substitute. .

For them, emotions come and go quickly.

The attention of the music competition is unprecedentedly high, and the class and small groups gathered in the corridor can still be faintly heard singing in a soft chorus between classes.

Whether it is the gentle and soothing voices of the girls or the deep and melodious singing voices of the teenagers, they more or less dilute the tension of the upcoming midterm exam.

Saizonoji Rika, who is obsessed with drawing sporty boys on weekdays, is also deeply influenced. Now, she is obsessed with painting beautiful boys singing in the corridor.

Flipping through Nishizona Rika's sketchbook, I really feel that I am flipping through a serious illustrated book of beautiful boys, and even have the illusion that I am choosing a blind date in an intermediary company.

Xiyuan Temple's light cough sounded in his ears, "How is it?"

"pretty good……"

"Which one?"

"It's just... all the paintings are pretty good..."

Xiyuan Temple Li flicked his head, "Who asked you if my painting is good? Is there any need to say that?" Xiyuan Temple Rika rolled her eyes dramatically at herself, "I am Let me ask you, which type do you like?"

Shi turned back to the first page of the sketchbook, and said solemnly, "I'll read it again seriously, just wait!"

Xiyuansi Li jumped over the solid desk, lay down on it and began to study with her, the two whispered and commented on the teenagers in the painting.

"I think this one is pretty good, but he is also a kneeling..." Xiyuan Temple pointed to one of them and whispered in his ear.

I was really amused by Xiyuan Temple's adjective, so I smiled back at her, "Then I don't think it's too good for him."

Xiyuansi Li pinched his face mercilessly, "Don't mention him to me!"

Shi Shi maintained his face while being pinched, and one eye was pulled into a funny arc, and he said with perseverance, "Xiaoli, you have been deeply misunderstood by Qingta's singing, we should support Banhuo!"

After saying this sentence, I really couldn't stand Xiyuansi Li's ignorance of the attack, and waved his hands to resist, "You are a traitor! I have to tell the squad leader!"

My own threats did not intimidate Xiyuansi Li at all. I saw a wicked smile from the corner of her mouth. Xiqiang, "Oh? Sushi-san, what are you going to say to me?"

The two immediately returned to their friendly appearance, Xiyuan Temple leaned over and hugged herself tightly, while she hugged the sketchbook tightly to her chest, looked at Renzu and shook her head in a tacit understanding.

She couldn't resist Yuuji's aggressive gaze, but she missed the quick-witted Qing who came around them.

"Oh~! You are looking at this! By the way, you two are really good enough, what's the embarrassment of watching this!"

"Who said I'm sorry! Don't miss us like a pervert!" Xiyuansi Li jumped up and grabbed it.

Seeing Qingta mischievously raising the notebook in his hand, Xiyuan Temple Rika was rarely teased by him like a fool, jumping around beside him, seeing Qingta's hand was about to be torn off by Saiyuan Temple Rika, his hands The owner of his notebook was changed again, Yushi Ninzu took the notebook from Qingta's hand with the highest advantage in the audience, and flipped through it calmly.

Like prisoners waiting for interrogation, Takeuchi Minoru and Saizono Rika watched obediently as Ninazu Yuushi's knuckle-boned hands turned the pages one by one.

"Well, Mr. Sushi is right, we still have to support the class first." Yushi Ninzu summed up lightly, "The drawing is good, Mr. Xiyuanji, I look forward to the pictorial of the chorus competition you drew for the class. .”

"Hmm! Alright! I will try my best to complete the task assigned by the monitor!" Xiyuan Temple Rika exaggeratedly made a salute gesture, and immediately took back the thick sketchbook to play Haruta.

Shishi rubbed the side of the face that had just been hit too hard by Xiyuanji Rika, and was frightened by the face that Renzu lowered and came close to inexplicably, his eyes stared round and he couldn't speak.

Seeing Ninzuzu reaching forward with one hand in his pocket and the other, he pointed at the other side of his face and pinched, "For the sake of Mr. Sushi's love for class, I'll reward you with a red dumpling."

Before Shi Shi had time to make any reaction, he endured the pinch and left. Before leaving, he looked at his face and smiled and said, "It's much more even this way."

When Haruta saw the figure of Yushi Ninazu leaving, he stopped following Xiyuanji Rika, walked around to the front, took a look at Mitsu's face, looked up to the sky and laughed three times, stroked Mitsu's hair and left.

Xiyuansi Li stroked her sketchbook and turned around, shouting in surprise, "Eh?! Xiaoshi, why is your face so red? Did I hit hard just now?!"

I spent the day inexplicably, and after finishing the club activities, I staggered to the music classroom.

Because of the sudden 'intimate' behavior of Shinobu Yushi in the morning, Shi was busy all day wondering whether he was too sensitive.

The moment she touched the doorknob, she knew that Renzuzu must be sitting in the second-to-last row, two empty seats away from the window, because that position had the best view of the screen and could blow the wind in a dull classroom. To the wind without being too hot.

Since when, I know all these details that I shouldn't have noticed, and I can even guess the meaning of the protagonist's behavior.

Her brows moved unconsciously, and the door she was holding in front of her seemed to have turned into a Pandora's box lid at this thought. Once it was opened, no matter what came out, she would be powerless to stop it and face it.

While hesitating, the door was pulled open by the people inside.

Looking into a pair of deep eyes without any surprise, he could not bear to see that he neither asked her why she didn't go in, nor was he in a hurry to explain anything when he actually looked at him.

This second of time and space seems to be frozen in two worlds. Whoever speaks first means surrendering and stepping into an unknown world.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, feeling that my fugue was too unreasonable, so I explained softly, "I'm guessing, if I've been standing at the door and didn't go in, would you have noticed hehe..."

After speaking, he moved into the classroom step by step, and just heard the sound of the door being closed behind him, his arm was touched by someone, and he helped himself to sit down, and then answered indifferently, "I guess you have already I know the answer."

Being so blocked, he had no choice but to smirk aloud to ease the embarrassment in the room.

As usual, during the half-time break, Renzu took out a ticket and put it in front of himself, "This is..." It looked like a very official ticket. When I picked it up, I couldn't help being surprised. I pointed at the content on it and looked at it. Shinozu, "Isn't this the last concert where tickets are hard to get?! How did you buy it, ah, no, I got it!"

"My violin teacher happened to be the contact person in charge of those guests in this concert, and gave me two tickets."

Immersed in the fact that I was able to hold the ticket that is currently in the limelight, I heard Renzu asked casually, "Do you want to go?"

The hand holding the ticket suddenly froze, and he lowered his head, showing the appearance of thinking seriously about the question, but the answer that should have been easy to answer was pressed in the bottom of his throat and he couldn't say it, and he couldn't help it. The fiery eyes fell on him It was as if she was roasted with heat, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Sushi, do you feel the pressure to go out with me?" Waited for a while, but when the wait came, Renzu spoke first, and a slight sigh seemed to be caught in the ear, "You are really a house girl." The tone There is a touch of helplessness.

Tobecontinued......