[Comprehensive] Hello, Junko Fujiwara

At 05:30 in the afternoon, the tennis team arrived at the dessert shop recommended by Xiang Ri.

"The girls in the class all said that the Black Forest here is super delicious," Xiang Ri hurriedly opened the door and walked in, "It's a five-star recommendation."

Because of their outstanding looks, they were greeted with attention from all directions as soon as they entered the door.

Shinobu Yushi raised his foot and walked towards the corner. The table over there was relatively large, and he saw a familiar figure sitting there.

Sunja turned her back to the door, ignoring the noise behind her.

When she had finished her club activities and was about to go home, she received a call from this uninvited guest sitting across from her.

The handsome Ximen Sojiro with one hand in his pocket saw Junko Fujiwara coming out of the school gate, and talked to her enthusiastically.

"I came here specially to see Shunzi." He stroked his hair, smiled and looked at the girl sitting opposite, drinking freshly squeezed strawberry juice without saying a word, "at least say something. "

"It's greasy, it's really ugly." She lowered her eyes and took a bite of Opera Clay in front of her, not wanting to see the playboy's signature smile at all.

"You keep a straight face every day like you," Ximen crossed his legs nonchalantly, "how could boys like it?"

"That's not right," he smiled meaningfully, "Sunzi-san has several ex-boyfriends."

"That's not as good as Master Ximen," Shunzi raised his head, and cast a casual glance at him, "it doesn't capsize if you have three girlfriends at the same time."

"They said they came here to see me," she pushed Opera Chow away, and moved the strawberry pudding in front of her, "Just by the way after we broke up."

"Don't say that," Ximen Zong Erlang was not ashamed when he was exposed, "Shunja is more important to me."

"Yeah." She ate the pudding, and the answer seemed to come out of her nasal cavity.He was obviously expressionless, but he could hear the sarcasm in it.

"Speaking of which," knowing that he was not welcomed by Shunzi, he still asked with a smile, "How are you getting along with your boyfriend these days?"

"It's none of your business." She frowned slightly, her black and white eyes filled with impatience.

"Miss," she turned her head and called a nearby waiter, pointing to the untouched Black Forest cake and mousse cake on the table, "Please pack."

"I just care about you." Ximen Zong Erlang reluctantly spread his hands to show his friendliness.

"We broke up." Shunzi took out a stick and carefully wiped off a little cream on her hands.

"Master Ximen," she threw away the handkerchief casually, and was about to drink the juice left in the quilt before leaving, "You can't wait to be the next one?"

"Don't be so unfriendly," Ximen said with an unchanged smile, "It's just brother to sister..."

"No need." Shunzi, who was drinking juice, grasped the transparent glass tightly for a moment, until his fingers turned white.

She put the cup on the glass table with not too light movements, and made a crisp "click".

"We have nothing to do with each other," Shunzi stared at him with dark eyes, and said in an unusually gloomy tone, "We didn't have it before, we don't have it now, and it's even more impossible to have it in the future."

"Good afternoon, Shunzi—" Renzu said, breaking the brief stalemate.

She lowered her eyelashes, quickly restrained her anger and gloom, and became the quiet and silent Fujiwara Junko in school again.

The bangs blocked her eyes, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but she still felt the anger that she was trying to hide and still faintly leaked.

"So it's Atobe-kun." Ximen Sojiro, who was sitting in his seat, stood up and greeted politely, "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Ximen-kun." Keigo Atobe glanced at the two people who were obviously not having a good chat, and nodded.

"Good afternoon, Ninzu-kun, Shishido-kun, President Atobe, and everyone in the tennis club." Shunzi turned around and bowed fifteen degrees to say hello.

"I'll take my leave first." She picked up the schoolbag beside her, nodded and walked out.

"Where's dessert?" Ninja looked at her tense side face and asked.

"Master Ximen, let's decide." She walked straight through the crowd, her voice gradually blurred.

"Enjoy your meal, everyone," Ximen Zong Erlang walked out leisurely with his pockets in his pockets, "Then I'll see you later."

"Who is that?" Several people sat at two tables, ordered the desserts to eat, and looked at Atobe curiously.

"The heir of the political plutocrat Ximen's family, a well-known playboy." He closed the menu and looked at Renzu meaningfully.

They didn't hear the conversation between Fujiwara Junko and Ximen Sojiro, but the unpleasant atmosphere between the two was still obvious.

"What's wrong with the two of you?" Feng Changtaro was at a loss.

"Who knows?" Xiang Ri stared at the desserts on the menu, indifferent to what happened to others, "Yushi, help me to see, how about this?"

"Not bad." Renzu looked at the exquisite cakes in the picture book with a lack of interest, and nodded perfunctorily.

With a schoolbag on her back, Shunja boarded the tram home with a sullen face.

Opening the door of the apartment, she stood in the entrance and put on her slippers. Without turning on the light, she walked through the somewhat dim living room into the bedroom with ease.

One of the advantages of living alone is that you don't need to shout "I'm back" or "I'm leaving" whether you go out or go home.

She threw herself on the bed, hugged the puppet tightly, and closed her eyes tiredly.

Knowing that no one is waiting, there will be no boring emotions like disappointment.

I don't know when I fell asleep.When I opened my eyes, it was already dark.Shunzi picked up the alarm clock by the bed and glanced at it, the hour hand pointed to 10:30.

After taking a shower, she wiped off the mist on the bathroom mirror and looked at her own face in the mirror.

Quite beautiful eyebrows and eyes, the first impression is that it is quiet and docile, probably the type most appreciated by boys nowadays.

"You have to be obedient and obedient, I'll be back soon." It was the most words her mother said in her only memory.

"An obedient child is a lovely child."

"Shunzi is so good, I like Shunzi the most."

"A quiet and obedient girl like Shunzi, why isn't she likable?" Adults like to say such things, as if children would be very happy to hear such a compliment.

"I'm so obedient," she covered most of her face in the mirror with her palm, as if she was questioning another person with a similar face, "Why don't you want me?"

"Fujiwara Junko..." The girl's lonely reflection was reflected in her dark pupils, and the corners of her mouth were unobtrusively raised. Does this frivolous name carry even the slightest expectation of her parents?

Shunzi, Sayaka, and Masahiko...Jyunko, she repeated her name, and the only request to me is, will you be obedient?