I am straight!

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"Who hit it off with you!" I was angry.

"Hmm~ Little Chord is shy," he said firmly, "Professor, it doesn't matter if I share the same dormitory with him, right?"

The professor glanced at me: "Ah Xian, are you willing?"

"I don't want to!"

So the professor waved his hand: "Since you don't want to, fine—you can share a dormitory with him."

I am angry.

Continue to jump over and pinch people.

He continued to struggle.

When I came out of the professor's room in a mess, the senior said goodbye to me. He said he had something to do, so I waved and left immediately.

To be honest, I don't really hate this senior so much, and it's not completely unbearable to be in the same dormitory. Besides, familiar people are much better than strangers—not to mention that he said that he was a former student of my parents.

...but I've actually met him before?

......... I don't remember at all.

The author has something to say: Calling a beast is a cute thing==

Uncle Beast... My cute uncle's liver is trembling ahhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Roll around.

So, my article seems to have hit the street.

--Well, I found that as long as I write original, I will flutter.

Tearful.

ps: I have a lot of typos... It's a pain to correct! ! ! !

... Although I have said it many times, why don't you listen?

Well, I repeat.

I am not arrogant.

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You are the arrogant bastards!All of you are tsundere! ! !Tsundere is the most annoying thing! ! !

(ノ╰_╯#)ノ┴—┴ (turn the table!!!)

==#So please stop questioning Lao Tzu's attributes.

I am storming thank you.

7. The shy little cat...

When I came out of the professor's room in a mess, the senior said goodbye to me. He said he had something to do, so I waved and left immediately.

To be honest, I don't really hate this senior so much, it's not a big deal in a dormitory, besides, familiar people are much better than strangers.

What's more, he also said that my parents knew him.

...I actually met him before?

......... I don't remember at all.

I gave up on recalling my past, and went downstairs to tidy up my clothes. When I got back to the second floor, I happened to see a group of teenagers passing by with high expressions on their faces. It must have happened to something good—it was the last one that caught my attention. Holding a lot of boxes, he wobbled behind the brown-red haired boy with huge black-rimmed glasses on his face. His complexion was pale and thin, like the kitten I often saw in the park. ——It was an abandoned kitten, probably abused and stunted. It has been more than a year, and it has not grown up. It is still so thin that it can be held in the palm of your hand.

Now that I'm gone, I don't know if there is a kind person who can take care of it.

Alas... I will write a letter back and ask my younger brother to take it home and take care of it—anyway, my parents are going on tour again.

The thing that the boy was holding in his hand was probably quite heavy, and his slender arms kept trembling, as if he was about to let go in the next second—in fact, he did let go, and he stepped on his right foot on his left foot, He rushed forward in embarrassment, and the things in his hands were scattered all over the ground.

The teenagers in front heard the sound and turned to look at him. The one in the lead said impatiently, "Can you hurry up! Don't dawdle, so you can't even move anything! You're so stupid!"

The thin boy nodded quickly: "Yes! I'll clean it up right away!" Then he began to put the books all over the floor back into the box.

"Really... Let's go first, you remember to send it back to our room immediately."

"Well! I see!"

Those teenagers walked away, leaving him alone there like a small animal tidied up in a panic.

I can meet this kind of drama... Why do I feel that my life these days is as unreal as a novel...

I held my aching head, sighed, and took two steps forward.

"Do you need my help?" I asked him, regardless of his answer, I knelt down to pick up things and put them in his box and put them in order.

He raised his head timidly, and looked at me with big green kitten-like green eyes under the black framed eyes: "You...thank...thank you...no, no need..."

--so cute.

I resisted the idea of ​​helping the shy little cat to smooth its fur, and lowered my head to help him put the remaining things into the box: "You are welcome, we are all classmates, and we will take care of each other in the future."

I smiled at him, and he lowered his head in a panic, not knowing what to do, so he bowed his head and stammered to thank me: "Thank you! Thank you!"

I picked up two of the boxes - they were really heavy.

"Let's go? I'll help you to the destination. It's very troublesome to carry it by yourself."

"Ah, no need! Let, let you help pick it up, I'll be very grateful!" He shook his head quickly, and stretched out his hand to hug the box back to his arms.

"If you are left alone, you will definitely fall again later." I let go of his hand and stood up: "Go quickly, maybe I will need your help in the future, just don't refuse. "

He hesitated and didn't come to pick up my suitcase again. He also picked up two small suitcases and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Pictures, library..."

"Hey, is there such a place on this ship?"

"Well, it's on the third floor."

"Then let's go," I walked ahead, speechless all the way, until I stepped on the stairs, I remembered, looked back at the young man who was shivering behind me and said, "ah, by the way, my name is chord, chord The harmony of the strings, the strings of the strings, just call me A Xian, how about you?"

"...Bei, Bell... Roses..." He pursed his lips, and said again: "You... hello..."

"Pfft!" I laughed out loud.

"!" He was startled and looked at me nervously.

"Ah, it's all right, I just want to laugh a little bit, and think you're too cute." Shy, polite, and well-behaved, such a cute kitten can't be found anywhere.

"I'm from the violin department, how about you?"

"...Oil painting..." He glanced at me before replying timidly.

"Hey? Painting, I am very envious of people who can paint," I smiled, "You can paint what you want to see, what you want to express, and what you like on the canvas with your own hands." It must be a good feeling to smear it out little by little." I laughed dryly: "It's a pity that I really can't draw it, it's like a ghost painting, no one has ever understood it."

"It's okay." Hearing what I said, the little cat suddenly raised its head and looked at me seriously with emerald cat eyes: "As long as you draw with your heart, there must be someone who can understand it."

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Then next time I ask you to see my painting, if you don't understand, you will be punished!" I made the agreement familiarly.

He immediately became nervous again, his childish cheeks turned pale: "Punish, punish?"

"Well... How about punishing you for drawing a picture for me?" I laughed: "No one has ever drawn a picture for me."

He was stunned for a while before nodding his head: "Well, if you don't mind my ugly drawing..."

Soon we reached the third floor. The huge library was very quiet. Except for us, there were only one or two students studying hard in the corner, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

I walked lightly and went in with Kitten Bell.

His job is to put new books on the bookshelf, classify and write tags, enter the database and so on. In short, his efforts are thankless.

I asked him, "Are you a librarian?"

"No, it's not..." He shook his head, "Yes... it's Djelu's job..."

"Jeru...is that the kid who took the lead just now?"

"Ah."

"...Ah, I can probably think of what it is." It was nothing more than that kid who wanted to impress the teacher and professor and took the job of librarian, but immediately pushed all the work to Bell. body.

"No, actually, I, I don't hate this job either..."

I raised my eyebrows and didn't speak any more. I took the initiative to help sort the books, ran back and forth in the library, and put the books back on the shelf.

Bell was too thin, and he pushed the cart back and forth with me, and he became tired and out of breath after a while.

"Your body doesn't look good." I frowned and looked at his small body: "You should exercise more, play basketball, football or something." It's fencing, equestrian or something like that.

But Bell didn't care, just shook his head, his voice lacking confidence.

"...But, I won't..." He blushed a little,