Floating [free] [True Haruka] [Zong Rin]

Tokyo.

After logging into Nanase Haruka's account, although they were surprised that the email sent by Matsuoka Rin was just a bunch of garbled characters, but fortunately, the remote login address and information security reminder that appeared on Nanase Haruka's account made them sure. Nanase Haruka's location.

"Do you still have class in the afternoon?" Morita Kurasuke said to the relieved Tachibana Makoto, "Then go back first and come back after the afternoon class is over. You were called to come here because there were other things. That's the end of it now."

"So it's none of my business!"

Morita Takuma put the jacket he had taken off on his shoulders in dissatisfaction, turned around and left without waiting for Tachibana Makoto.

The moment Morita Takuma saw his eye circles turn red the moment before Nanase Haruka's email was transmitted - he didn't want to see a big boy who was 1.8 meters tall crying.

"I'm really worried about that person."

Tachibana Makoto, who was tall and leggy, chased after him in a few steps. Morita Takuma turned his head slightly, and found that even his nose was red.

"I really thank you just now. Without your efforts later, I think it would be difficult for your father and the manager to settle down and wait."

The voice was quite normal, it didn't look like she had been crying, but her nose seemed to be stuffed, and she sounded a little muffled.

"It's just delaying time with them. I didn't do anything." Morita Takuma rubbed his hair irritably, and walked quickly to the station.

It's obviously none of my business at all... But I still couldn't help but help out and deal with it, and tried every means to delay the "noon" time after eleven o'clock.

I don't understand what's in my mind at all.

"Ah...and thank you very much for calling a taxi for me. After all, normal people would think I'm going to take the tram."

"Pull it down, the way you were before, I think if there is a plane, you will fly over. Are you so worried? You think that person is so important." Morita Takuma glanced at him, "If you care about a person like this, you spend all your time If you use it on him, you won’t be able to find a girlfriend.”

"Ah... ah." Tachibana Makoto responded perfunctorily, "It's okay, the university is already very busy, and there is no job in the future, such an immature me, making promises to others now sounds a bit Irresponsible."

Morita Takuma made a "cut" sound: "What, you look disillusioned. To be honest, you can be regarded as a very good person-you don't know how many girls like you, right?"

Tachibana Makoto smiled a little shyly: "Well...Although it's a bit embarrassing to say that, I actually know some of them. But once I know it, it's really cruel to think about rejecting it."

"Sure enough, you don't know until someone else confesses!"

"You can't make wild guesses about this kind of thing. If you guess wrong, it's hard for girls to accept. And Morita-kun, you are special. Not everyone can read minds."

"This is not mind reading..." Morita Takuma slowly organized his words, "It's reasoning. For example, what you said just now, Tachibana-kun, made me think that you have someone you like. And... probably yes If the confession fails or you know who the person likes, it’s impossible to be together. Otherwise, you wouldn’t say something like ‘Once you know, you have to think about rejecting’.”

The last tram had just whizzed by.

Tachibana Makoto looked in the direction of the tram, and Morita Takuma leaned on the platform. From that angle, the angle of the noon sun was just right, stroking Tachibana Makoto's soft and fluffy hair, falling on him A faint shadow happened to appear on his face.

"Yes."

Morita Taku really didn't expect the other party to admit it so easily, so he touched his nose in embarrassment. After thinking about it, he continued the topic: "Then why didn't you confess?"

Tachibana Makoto over there was silent for a while.

"Because...that person is so good, I don't want to be an obstacle on that person's path, there will be better and more suitable people ahead."

"Are you so sure that that person doesn't like you? How do you know if you don't try?"

"Because... I have already decided. If I try, I will be shaken."

19-year-old Tachibana Makoto smiles warmly in winter.

Morita Takuma on the side also smiled.

Ju-kun, I like this kind of thing, it's like a food chain.One ring after another, the people in the upper ring bite the people in the next ring to death. If you are not awake for a day, you will not be free, and you will not stop until the bite is bloody and bloody.

"In this way, we are actually very similar."

"what?"

"I also have someone I like... and we are not even friends... Is it worse than Tachibana-kun?"

"When I was in middle school, my grades were very poor, and I was also a casual person. I thought that reading was nothing to do. I knew to read detective novels all day long, and dreamed of becoming a private detective in the future. Then I met that person... …I'm the type of person who falls in love at first sight."

"Later, it was just as you imagined. I studied hard and got admitted to the university with that person. I even gave up studying criminal investigation and applied psychology, which I liked more, and insisted on studying pedagogy, which I hated so much... I thought that one day I would be able to realize my dream after I became familiar with it in college.”

"In the end, I found out that that person already has someone he likes...but I can't do anything."

"You know that person, Mr. Ju."

"I know?"

"It's fine if you can't remember who it is, keep it secret for me. Also, I'm tired of listening to the lectures in the morning, so you can go in the afternoon, and copy notes from each other when you come back in the evening. Don't tell my dad!"

Morita Takuma put the clothes on his shoulders and turned to leave the station.

You can't hide liking someone.If you cover your mouth, liking will flow out of your eyes quietly.

Mr. Ju, just talking about that person brings smiles to the corners of your eyes and brows.

"So, we're actually very similar."

"We all have people we like."

"They're all called Haruka."

"But why, the person I like, likes you."

If it was Mr. Ju, he would probably wear the clothes on his hands or tie them around his waist, right?

Forget it.

whatever.

Morita Takuma shook off the clothes on his shoulders, and put a cloak on his shoulders.

Australia.

Nanase Haruka took the medicine from Matsuoka Rin, which is said to be used to prevent infectious diseases that may be brought by the flood, and swallowed it with water.

"I registered your information for you and contacted the embassy. After all, you have encountered floods when you left the country. You can go back after the flight back to your country opens."

No one said I'm sorry, and no one said I'm bothering you-this is probably the way Nanase Haruka and Matsuoka Rin get along.

"What about you?"

"I'm definitely staying in Australia. I just told my mother I'm safe. Jiang probably doesn't know yet."

"Songsuke...where is it?"

"When you go back to send the clothes, tell him by the way." Rin Matsuoka was silent for a while before saying, "He doesn't have so much time to bother me."

"When you walk on this road, you will find that this road is more difficult than you imagined, you will encounter more resistance than you imagined, and there will be fewer people who support you than you imagined, so this time Makoto didn't guess it. What advice do you have?"

Or not eligible.

Nanase Haruka listened quietly, holding a drop of water from her hair in her hand, feeling the sensation of water flowing from her fingers.

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