My front table is Echizen Ryoma

Kitakami Yuki believes that she has a hundred, a thousand, or even 1 reasons to like her front desk.

Her front desk is so handsome, with 360 degrees and no dead angles. If you peek at him from anywhere, you will cry because of his handsomeness, but he is her front desk. She can only stare at the back of his head for a whole day.

However, the back of his head is also very handsome!

Her front desk is so good, she is good at tennis, she hits (kills) all over the world with an outspin serve, and she is also very good at studying. In English class this morning, his front desk was drowsy in class and was caught. The teacher called up and went up to answer the question,

Horio, who was sitting on Echizen's right and her upper right corner, sneered gleefully at this moment, Echizen must be finished.

She didn't believe it, her front desk would be ruined.

The fact is the same. She swiped the front desk a few times and answered the English question beautifully on the blackboard.

After finishing the question, Echizen Ryoma returned to his seat with a bewildered expression that hadn't woken up. Inadvertently, he bumped into Kitakami's eyes staring at him. What was projected from her eyes at this moment was a The wolf-like gaze on his prey was so intense it sent a chill down his spine.

"Echizen, you're awesome," she told him.

"Should I tell you back, Beishang, you are so stupid."

After returning to his seat, he continued to listen to the lecture with his chin resting on his hands, pretending to ignore the existence of the desk behind him.

Compared with Echizen Ryoma's indifference, Kitakami Yuki is already hovering on the edge of sensibility.

At this moment, Beishang's heart was filled with some kind of contradiction.

She was happy that her English at the front desk was so good, but also couldn't help but let out a disdainful snort because she was also a competitor in learning, "Tch, I can do it to this level."

She didn't notice it herself, for a moment, her tone was exactly the same as when the desk in front of her said "cut, it's still far away".

Sure enough, when two people get along for a long time, certain things are contagious.

After school, most students go to participate in after-school club activities.

Of course, Fujiwara and others are no exception.

Fujiwara and Ryuzaki from the women's tennis club, Echizen and Horio from the men's tennis club, and some from the literature club and basketball club,

A lot of people left in bits and pieces, and Beishang found sadly that almost everyone had a place to go.

"No, I won't participate in club activities." Kosakata said to her, "I want to go home and take care of my younger siblings."

"That's it."

It turned out that Kosakata had something to do at home.So, she was the only one who had nothing to do.

When she was thinking hard, she was brought back to reality by the laughter at the front table.She looked up and met the smiling eyes at the table in front of her.

"Northern, can't you still go to participate in the club activities of your mathematics club?"

This time, Beishang could hear that he was mocking her.

She snorted softly, looked at him solemnly and said, "Don't forget, I am the president of the mathematics club, and you are also my member, Echizen."

Echizen Ryoma's face darkened as she wished.

Kitakami grinned happily, and boldly reached out to touch his hair, but of course he avoided it.

"Don't touch my head."

"But, you know, Echizen, your hair is beautiful, it must feel great to the touch, probably as docile as a cat's hair."

"Then you are not allowed to touch my head."

"Just once, I promise just this once. Please."

Echizen narrowed his eyes and stared at her, he said to himself, girls always find a lot of inexplicable reasons for the strange things they want to do, and then he said "please".

How can there be so many things in this world that can be easily achieved by saying "please"!

"No." The boy put on his hat, turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more."

He turned his head reluctantly, his eyebrows were tangled together, and he looked at her coldly, with a look of "I don't want to talk to you if you hate me to death".

The girl obviously didn't read the expression on his face. "Speaking of cats," she scratched her face, a little embarrassed, "I seem to have forgotten what your cat's name is."

"Does your prosopagnosia also affect cats?"

"No, I should still remember its face, big, probably."

Echizen looked at her suspiciously. "It's called Carubin."

"Oh……"

She probably remembered.

On the way to the tennis club, Echizen suddenly thought that the inability to remember a cat's name should be classified as a memory problem rather than prosopagnosia.

A week later, when he asked him about Karubin's name again in Beishang, he began to feel that the girl's memory was as worrying as her IQ.

But one day long after now, when he was far taller than her, instead of just three centimeters, he easily touched her hair, and his fingertips passed through her soft hair. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, gently smiled.At this time, she cautiously raised her head to look at him, her eyes blinking like stars in the night sky.

In almost every movie, she, the heroine of his life, should have said a romantic word at this moment.

But she said: "Echizen, since you have touched my hair, can I touch yours now?"

Echizen was about to throw her out, he didn't know, should he be happy that she missed touching his hair for so long now, or should he cry stupidly because of her selective amnesia and selective super memory ability.

Of course, this is a follow-up.

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This chapter...is so thin.