[JOJO] Peerless Shuangjiao

No...he...he is tsundere. "

Senpai's words were too cruel and too true, I held back my tears and desperately tried to defend myself and Kishibe Rohan.

Although I have already realized this in my heart, I just don't want to admit it.

If I admit it, then...wouldn't I be too miserable?

"Proud?"

When the senior sister heard this word, her expression immediately became ferocious.

"Don't fall in love with Tsundere! It will hurt you to death."

"I don't care about T or T) I just like him! I even like him for being arrogant!"

"Drink your—"

Caihua slammed the wine bottle into my mouth,

"Be good to my lovelorn sister, don't think about that dog man again!"

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Ever since I left Morioh Town, I have completely lost contact with Kishibe Rohan.

At this time, the school ushered in the school celebration meeting. Although the senior sister Caihua in the same dormitory is already a senior, the fashion design major must not only draw the design drawings, but also prepare the finished clothes...

"Xiaoye, what are you still talking about? It's my turn soon, hurry up and wear it!"

Caihua-senpai, who stayed up late and rushed for a few days for the design exhibition, rushed towards me with deep dark circles, grabbed the wedding dress she had worked so hard to put on me,

"Hurry up, hurry up! When the other girls in the college are all in love, I'm the only one who is working hard for homework. In this school celebration design exhibition competition, I will win the first place no matter what!"

"But, senpai—"

In a daze, I put on the delicate white gauze skirt covered with hand-sewn pearls and silver embroidery, and weakly advised:

"It's just a school display at the school celebration...and why don't you ask students majoring in modeling to help? Why me?"

Turning her head to look at a few beautiful models with long legs, and then looking at herself who is half a head shorter than Caihua-senpai...

"There are only a few people majoring in modeling... Besides, my work can still show my charm even if it is worn by a short girl like you. This is the only way to show my true strength!"

Ayaka, a top student in the Department of Fashion Design, looked at me proudly as I put on my clothes, and asked again:

"Why, don't you want to wear the wedding dress I made?"

I looked down at the snow-white skirt that had been smoothed out by the senior sister.

Seriously, it's beautiful.

What girl doesn't yearn to wear a beautiful and sacred wedding dress?

But I put on the wedding dress myself... what is this!

"Don't be in a daze, go make up and do your hair."

Caihua looked at me in a daze, and anxiously pushed me backstage, while still encouraging me:

"You're fighting for me! At least I invited the grassroots from the Design Institute to be your partner."

Yard grass?Oh, is that the boring boy who has no other features besides a handsome face?

What is it compared to Kishibe Rohan——

no!Can't think about it anymore.

I sat in front of the makeup mirror sullenly, and asked my senior sister to help me with the final preparations. The phone in my hand suddenly vibrated. It was a message from my mother:

[Xiao Ye, are you human?Mom has arrived at the school auditorium. 】

Why?Really here?I told her a long time ago that there was no need to come all the way from Moriwang to Kyoto to attend a mere school celebration, but my mother was really too free, or too fond of joining in the fun, so she still came.

I quickly sent back a message: [It's in the background, helping the senior sister. 】

My mother replied almost in seconds: [Okay, mom will be here soon! [picture.jpg]]

I casually clicked on the picture my mother sent, it was a selfie of her.

The background is the school auditorium, besides her, there are a bunch of young students and parents who came to visit, besides, a familiar figure suddenly caught my sight.

What the fuck? !

Isn't that green-haired man with an irritable face following my mother the same as Kishibe Rohan?

I suddenly came back to my senses, grabbed my phone and began to tremble and desperately sent a message to my mother:

【mom? ? ? ?Why is Kishibe Rohan here? 】

【Mom, where are you now? 】

[Don't come backstage now!Just find a seat and sit down to watch the show! 】

【mom!Mother! ! ! !Please, please—take Kishibe Rohan away! 】

Why didn't my mother respond to messages all of a sudden?

"Xiya, what are you doing! You haven't finished your makeup—"

Saika-senpai pushed me back to my seat, who was about to stand up from the chair.

From the front of the stage came the host's enthusiastic speech: "The next thing is the fashion show prepared by the students of the Fashion Design Institute for this school celebration. The theme is [Flower Marriage], so let's invite our cute and sweet 'newcomers' to come on stage! "

Immediately after the music started, many models had already put on their poses, dragging wedding dresses of various styles and walking towards the stage.

Annoyed, Caihua took the last few seconds to put on lipstick and powder on me, then dragged me to follow the flow of people to the preparation stage behind the catwalk.

"Hey, shoes, shoes fell—"

I was knocked dizzy by the long-legged beauties around me, and the silver high-heeled shoes that matched the wedding dress on my feet loosened, and the shoes fell behind me.

"Where? The shoes fell off? How come, the size is just right..."

Caihua was also very nervous, and she searched back with me without tears.

The lights behind the stage were all turned off, and the lights from the catwalk in front flickered over from time to time, illuminating the models who were walking towards the stage with expressionless faces opposite to mine.

It is almost impossible to find a shoe in a dark crowd.

Just when I was desperately about to apologize to Saika-senpai——

"...Didn't I say, don't wear high heels if you're not used to it."

The man's impatient and helpless voice sounded softly.It reached my ears very clearly in the somewhat loud show music.

I looked up and saw Kishibe Rohan among the crowd.

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a month, but at this moment, it seems like a lifetime has passed.

He was standing there with my missing high heels in his hand.There was about 3-5 meters between us, and he stood there motionless, looking at me with deep eyes.

Suddenly he walked towards me, stopped in front of me, looked at me with lowered eyes, and said softly:

"Xiya, you are... very beautiful today."

"..."

I came back to my senses and sneered disdainfully.

He snatched the high heels from his hands, bent over and lifted up the skirt, put on the shoes with some indecent and fierce movements, and stomped his feet on the spot twice.

Looking up and seeing that he hadn't left yet, I frowned and said to him coldly:

"Outsiders are not allowed in the backstage, you should get out quickly."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.Standing behind me, Caihua-senpai looked at us in shock, and didn't seem to react for a while, and asked me nervously and in a low voice after a long time:

"He, he is the one..."

"Hurry up. It's my turn soon."

I became wiser than ever before, interrupted her in a low voice, and dragged her to the stage.

"Xiya... are you angry? You scratch me so painfully." Caihua asked uneasily.

It was only then that I realized that my hand was tightly gripping Caihua's wrist, almost leaving fingerprints on her arm.

Yes, angry.

What is this?

Kishibe Rohan, what the hell is this!

If you don't like it, don't like it!I, Fujiba Hoshiya, am not the kind of stalker.

He appeared in front of me inexplicably now, and what's the matter with saying such strange words?

It was just a confession, a hug, a... kiss.

He said he couldn't remember if he drank too much, so he didn't remember.

I don't care.

Really, don't care at all.

As long as I am stupid, Ayaka is right, Kishibe Rohan is not arrogant, but just doesn't like me, even if he doesn't like me enough.

But I really...

I really, really like him.

I love everything he says.

I like him so much that my heart beats even when I see him.

It is because I like it so much that I am played around by him.

In the end it was me, I was the idiot who got dumped!

"Don't you cry!? Hey, hey——" Caihua panicked, "You're so good at makeup like this, oh, little brother Yuancao?"

The boy who was my partner pulled me away from Ayaka, and asked anxiously:

"Fujiha-san? Why are you crying? Did something happen?"

"No, it's fine. I..."

I quickly calmed down, wiped away my tears with a stern face, and grabbed the hand of the courtyard grass brother with all my might, and looked at the stage in front of me without distracting thoughts:

"Let's go."

From here on, I really want to forget about that bastard Kishibe Rohan.

Summer vacation is over.

My relationship is over too.

"Huh? Who are you? What are you doing—what the hell—"

The courtyard grass student who was holding my hand suddenly broke free from me and fell to the side screaming.

Before I could turn my head, my hand was suddenly grabbed by another person.

"Vine, leaf, thin, also?"

Kishibe Rohan had already walked up to me at some point, grabbed my hand, gritted his teeth, and stared into my eyes word by word with restrained anger on his face, asking:

"You actually want to wear a wedding dress and walk with a man other than me Kishibe Rohan? What are you thinking?"

This dog-man-man!

He also said, how dare he question me?

This is a college design competition, and the theme is flower marriage. Why can't I wear a wedding dress and walk a show with my partner?

"What am I thinking? You ask me...you are! Why are you doing this! What are you thinking you—"

I was so angry that my head was in a mess, and the tears couldn't help but flow down.

I wanted to quarrel with him again, but it was too late. The other contestants in the front row had already entered the stage, and only Luhan and I were left in the empty backstage, as well as the stunned