Tutor: The Queen is the Queen

Ayano is 15 years old this year, only one year older than Iori, but this time he is in the same first year of junior high school as Iori, and is still in the same class.

Standing in front of the school gate, the words Bingsheng Middle School came into view, and the noisy school atmosphere could be felt from the moment they stood at the school gate.

There are people of the same age everywhere, full of youthful atmosphere. Ayano used to deal with mostly black and white characters in society. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

"Sister, let's go find the classroom!" Iori, who was always full of energy, dragged Ayano through the lively academy, found a class and a seat, and wandered around the campus.

Before junior high school, Iori went to school in Italy, but his wish to enter junior high school was here.

Rather, Iori likes the country of cherry blossoms, and here is the school where their parents met and loved each other.

It's just that it's the second semester of the first year of junior high school, and the first semester of junior high school was studied in Italy. Although Iori wanted to study here, she couldn't let go of Ayano. Now Ayano came, and she got her wish.

"Sister, look quickly, that cherry blossom tree appeared in the photos of my parents!"

"And that teaching building, ah~ it's great, my parents studied here when they were young!"

Iori looked at everything in this academy excitedly, as if she could step on the footsteps of her parents, so happy and joyful.

But for Ayano, everything about her parents has become distant and fuzzy. Looking up at the sky above the school, the endless blue sky and drifting white clouds, Liao Liao's tolerance and gentleness, all that is left of her parents Just give it to her.

"Haha, it really is a waste of firewood gang, such a big person falls down so accidentally while walking, hahaha"

A voice full of ridicule sounded not far away, and several boys could be seen mocking and laughing around a 14-year-old boy. The boy's face was rubbed with the ground, and the dust stuck to the tip of his nose, making him look like a clown.

Suddenly anger appeared in Yizhi's water eyes, and he rushed over immediately, "You guys, how can you bully your classmates!"

It's unbearable that such a thing happened when she was watching the scenery of the school where her parents used to study!

Several boys were taken aback when they heard the words, Iori's delicate face was pleasing to the eye even with anger, which made them not very angry.

A boy shrugged and said, "You've misunderstood us. He's a good-for-nothing. He tripped over rocks and fell over by himself. He's been clumsy since he was a child. It's common for him to be so embarrassing."

"Then you can't laugh at your classmates like this!" Yizhi hated those mocking voices, and immediately squeezed over to push the few people away, and pulled up the young man who fell on the ground, and his delicate face that was full of anger suddenly smiled brightly, "Hey ,well enough?"

"Uh, I'm fine, thank you." The young man stood up awkwardly and patted the dust off his body, but his eyes could not see any resentment towards those who laughed at him, and some were the embarrassment of causing trouble to others.

Iori instinctively took a liking to this kind of clean and kind boy, and the corners of his lips rose even higher, "My name is Iori, Akaran Iori, what's your name?"

The boy froze for a moment, as if he was shy towards this girl who smiled sweetly and tenderly at her, not losing to the goddess in his heart, "I, my name is Sawada Tsunayoshi"

The two started chatting as if no one else was there, and the few boys felt embarrassed to find fault with each other, so they dispersed, slandering in their hearts that they were lucky enough to be able to meet such a beautiful woman.

Standing not far away, Ayano raised her eyebrows slightly. Could it be that Iori made friends when she first arrived? The boy seemed kind and shy, but he met Iori's criteria for making friends.

Ayano turned and left, walking on the school road where students gathered in groups of twos and threes, the colorful academy was full of youthful atmosphere.

Yizhi was about to introduce her to her new friends, but she couldn't be seen in a blink of an eye. She looked around and saw her back disappearing from sight.

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"Who the hell wrote those promotional messages in the girls' restroom? The name Yato looks like a man."

"It's scary. Boys wouldn't sneak into girls' toilets to write, would they?"

"It may also be written by a girl"

"No matter what, it feels so subtle to write something in the toilet!"

As soon as Ayano walked into the girls' bathroom, she heard such a topic. She walked into a bathroom with disapproval. You must know that when she was on a mission before, she had solved the goal of cleaning up in the men's bathroom.

It doesn't matter if a woman enters the men's restroom, but she doesn't care if a man enters the women's restroom as long as she doesn't touch her.

But as soon as the door was closed, a line of paint characters came into view, and the corners of Ayano's eyes twitched slightly.

"During Yedou's business, we can help you solve any troubles. Contact number: 090-xxxx-##3x, only 5 yuan!"

"...Are you an idiot?" Ayano looked at these few lines with black lines, how hard did life force him to be like this?

Ayano turned her head and ignored it, opened the door a few minutes later, washed her hands and left.

On the afternoon of the first day of enrollment, after walking around the campus, it was the time for the students to gather in the class.

"Sister, you're finally back!" Iori waited for Ayano at the door of the classroom, dragged her into the classroom, and sat in the seat she had already found.

Iori pulled Ayano's sleeve and pointed to the boy next to him and said, "Sister, the new friend I met today, Tsunayoshi Sawada, hehe, I didn't expect to be at the next table in the same class! Sawada, this is my sister Ayano, She's great!"

"You, hello! I am Sawada Tsunayoshi, please give me your advice!" Contrary to Iori's admiration, Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little nervous.

Ayano's glance following Yizhi's words made him suddenly more nervous. Her aloof and dignified temperament and super good looks couldn't conceal her dangerous sense of oppression. She was obviously slender, but sitting next to her made her nervous. I could feel her indescribable aura.

Such a person with an intuitive sense of danger is a girl. Tsunayoshi Sawada has never been good at dealing with this kind of person, so the future is bleak.

Ayano nodded lightly, not intending to continue the conversation, and bowed her head to read the new book.

"Ahaha, Sawada, don't mind, my sister is very indifferent to people she doesn't know well, it's good to be familiar with them." Iori waved his hands to smooth things over.

"Yeah!" Sawada Tsunayoshi had to say that he was a little more relaxed because of Iori's presence. He didn't dare to imagine that such a cold person would make peace with him one day.

Ayano wrote his name on the new book, and Iori leaned over his head, "Sister, you need to practice your handwriting more."

"..." Ayano looked at her own handwriting. The more pleasant way to say it is flamboyant, and the less pleasant is what Iori said just now. Her Japanese writing is less, why is it a little ugly?It doesn't matter if you can see it or not.

"Ahaha, just pretend I didn't say it." Looking at Ayano's slightly darkened face, Iori shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue.

Ayano was silent for a while, and finally crossed out her original name and wrote "AkazomeAyano". Her English writing is still good, judging by her flamboyant handwriting.