My front table is Echizen Ryoma

Kitakami Yuki, a girl who has always been indifferent to other people's opinions, suddenly realized something.

"Fujiwara, I seem to be hated."

Hankai Fujiwara, who was working hard on the math problems, did not respond. Although the second grade has just started, the big boss of mathematics has already invaded her life. After a while, Fujiwara, who seemed to realize something, looked up. Apologetically, he looked towards Kitakami. "Sorry, Xiaoyu, what did you just say?"

Beishang suddenly didn't want to talk anymore, she shook her head.

Fujiwara continued to write her exercises.

Kitakami lowered his eyes, and circled his fingers back and forth on Fujiwara's exercise book.

"If only everything were as simple as mathematics."

Rina Fujiwara's hands trembled, and she raised her eyes to look at the girl who said the crazy words, and sighed softly.

In fact, Beishang should have noticed the feeling of "being hated".

Even though her temperament has improved slightly compared to her in the first grade, she is more willing to study mathematics for a while than "making friends". The good girl is arrogant and arrogant, and the classmates who often hear her say "mathematics is really simple" and "it's full marks, not challenging at all" can't wait to beat her up.

Kitakami Yuki is a long way from being "popular" anyway, but fortunately, she doesn't care about it.

However, when the few friends she already had started to treat her coldly, Kitakami Yuki began to feel a little flustered.

"Why does Tomika Kosakata hate me?"

This is a question that Yuki Kitakami has been bothering since he came in.

The girl whose emotional intelligence is really not very high finally came up with a way, which is to apologize with food.

This morning, Kitakami Yuki bought a cake and sent it to the next class, but when Kosakata saw her, he turned his head and left. On the side, Ryuzaki Sakurano wanted to say something to her, but was caught by Xiaosaka Sakata pulled away abruptly.Beishang had no choice but to return to the classroom with the untouched cake.

At this moment, the boy at the front desk looked over. He was half lying on the Beishang table, drinking Ponta, and asked her with his finger on the packaging bag.

"Northern, what is this?"

Kitakami Yuki, who was so sad that he didn't want to answer, didn't even look at him, just pushed the thing in front of him, and said, "It's a cake. If Echizen-san likes it, take it."

The subtext is that I didn't buy this cake specially for you, but it's okay if you want to give it to you.

However, at this moment, Echizen Ryoma seemed to be slowing down his brain nerves, maybe it was caused by drinking carbonated drinks for a long time (mistake), he didn't feel the subtext at all, on the contrary, he looked at the cake and looked at it a little helplessly. Look north.

Why give yourself a cake?

Could it be that you are going to confess again?

Echizen Ryoma, who has been brainwashed by the girl's "I like you" dozens of times, intuitively believes that another wave of confession is coming.

The young man was awkwardly making a choice between the meaningless multiple-choice question of "should I respond to her coldly" or "should I respond to her coldly".

He finally suppressed his emotions, replied "oh", then sat up straight, his gaze drifted out of the window unnaturally.

The girl was even more absent-minded, she didn't even bother to say "oh", she lay down on the table, ignoring the person in front of her.

Echizen finally noticed something, the girl from Kitakami fell into distress, and the source of the distress was neither Fujiwara nor him, how strange! ——Didn't he think that apart from him and Fujiwara, there shouldn't be anyone worthy of Kitakami's attention.

At noon, Echizen put his bento on the Beishang table, lifted the lid, revealing a few fried crispy and delicious fried shrimp on the surface of the bento, as if he couldn't wait to present it to Mr. Kitakami.

Of course, he didn't intend to show this feeling.

Facing the box of fried shrimp bento, he began to do several drills on his own.

"Here, Beishang, I can't eat any more, so help me eat the rest." Facing this bento with one more fried shrimp, the lid won't fit, will she believe it? ——PASS!

"Fried shrimp is the most annoying thing. Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, throw it away." Even if you make a disgusting expression on purpose, it is difficult to guarantee that Beishang will believe this. After all, every time Beishang goes to his house to rub Rice, he has never been merciful to fried shrimp. If he likes it, he is no less than Beishang. ——PASS!

In fact, there is still a simple and convincing method, and that is to tell her directly that I have specially prepared it for you.

But helplessly, Echizen Ryoma couldn't utter these words, but the expression on his face changed several times, joy, confusion, worry, entanglement... Finally, he found that he was hungry.

He glanced at the time and found that the lunch time had passed for a long time, and the class would start in a while. He looked down at the few fried shrimp in the lunch box and felt that they had lost a little luster due to being exposed to the air for too long.

Where did this guy from the north go?

The bell rang at this moment, class started, but the person at the back table still did not come, Echizen Ryoma rested his chin, looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, and imagined where Kitakami Yuki would go in his mind.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the seat behind him was still empty.

Echizen began to worry. He took out his lunch box, frowned, and stared down at the fried shrimp, like a brave man looking at a monster. At this moment, the weapon in the hands of the Echizen brave was a pair of chopsticks. He really wanted to take the fried shrimp He stabbed it to pieces, but for some reason, his hand stopped in mid-air and hesitated. He put down the chopsticks, quickly closed the lid, and went to find Fujiwara with the lunch box.

Fujiwara was sleeping soundly on the table, Echizen frowned, put the bento box aside, and woke her up mercilessly.

"Is there something wrong, Ryoma-kun?" Fujiwara yawned, scratched his hair, and subconsciously picked up the pen in his hand to do some more math problems.

Recently, I have been doing math problems like crazy, so I am working hard, right?But why doesn't the efficiency seem to be high?Hey, by the way, what class did you fall asleep just now?Ah, it seems to be a math class!

Echizen glanced at Rina Fujiwara, who was absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "Fujiwara, Kitakami is gone."

Fujiwara was taken aback, suddenly feeling much less sleepy.

"Isn't she still here at noon?"

When the last class in the morning is over, she won't be there, okay?How long have you been sleeping?

Echizen finished complaining in his heart, and replied seriously: "No, it disappeared during lunch break."

Fujiwara listened, propped his chin, and turned on the detective mode.

After a while, she shook her head and said she had no clue.

That's right, Fujiwara, who has slept for so long and doesn't know what happened, how could he find any clues?

"Tell me first, is there anything unusual in Beishang today?"

Echizen thought for a while, and said, "She gave me a cake this morning in Kitakami."

"What does that mean?" Fujiwara said, "Could it be that you want to show off that you are more important than me in Xiaoyu's heart now? Oh, I won't be angry, Xiaoyu has always been very I like you, I know it."

"However, when she gave me the cake, she treated me...indifferently." When he said the last two words, Echizen felt a little wronged and lowered his voice for some reason.

Fujiwara didn't ignore a word in his words. "It's Ryoma-kun who has always been indifferent to her, right? Why is Xiaoyu indifferent to you?"

There is nothing wrong with this statement. "However, she did..."

"Wait!" Fujiwara interrupted him, "Look at the cake first, maybe there are some clues."

Echizen quickly agreed and breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't know what to say just now. After all, a person who has always been extremely indifferent to Kitakami is not qualified to blame Kitakami.

Fujiwara took the box of cakes, and while unzipping the ribbon on the box, chattered endlessly: "It's too much, why is such a big cake only given to Ryoma-kun, and me? If she really has a boyfriend, then she doesn't want it." Me? Oh, Ryoma-kun, don’t look at me like that. When I say 'boyfriend', I mean that Xiaoyu unilaterally regards you as her boyfriend. It’s unilateral. However, I don’t know what’s inside this cake. What will I write, what if it is a farewell message, what if Xiaoyu loses confidence in life because you are always so indifferent to her, she must have transferred... Oh my god, Ryoma-kun , it's all your fault!"

This style of brainstorming and talking to himself is quite similar to Kitakami, but Echizen feels a headache, and he thinks that the high endurance in front of Kitakami can't play a little role here.

Perhaps Kitakami Yuki really quietly occupied an important place in his heart?He himself was not sure.

"There's nothing." Fujiwara said looking at the cake in the box.

Echizen lowered his eyes in disappointment.

"Ryoma-kun, don't worry too much, maybe Xiaoyu just skipped a few classes to relax, and I always wanted to do this, because second-grade math is really difficult." After Fujiwara finished speaking, he stretched his arms forward, There is a tendency to cry over the math problem in front of you.

Echizen cast a glance at her, and complained mercilessly: "You're talking about yourself, right?"

Fujiwara pursed her lips, cursing in her heart, this guy obviously looked worried just now, but now he still has the energy to complain about her.

She immediately started to repack the cake, but when she closed the lid box, she saw a small triangle exposed on the edge of the box, shook it slightly, and a card floated down from it.

Fujiwara raised his eyebrows, meeting Echizen's probing gaze. "The truth is about to emerge."

Echizen picked up the card with Kitakami's handwriting on it.

"I'm sorry, for the sake of the treasure that God bestows on the world—the cake, please forgive me."

"A letter of apology? To whom?"

Echizen shook his head, staring intently at each word on the card, he held the piece of paper, and pressed and pressed the end of the piece of paper, as if to press through that place, he suddenly made a decision Determined, put the piece of paper in his pocket, and ran out of the classroom with the bento box.

Fujiwara called him twice from behind, but seeing Echizen didn't look back, he could only watch him leave and sat back in her seat.

She put the pen in her hand on her finger and twirled a few times, her eyes turned to the distance, her eyes drifted, as if she had no focus, she was emptying her brain and falling into reasoning, this period lasted for a while, until the pen in her hand After she stopped turning, her eyes reappeared with light. At this time, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, smiling like a fortune-teller who saw something from a crystal ball.

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