I didn't expect you to be such a bear Er!

"That's why Nishikori-san should work hard for the youth contest held by "Literary World" this time!"

"This is something to bring glory to our school. I believe that the talented girls in our school will not let everyone down."

The paper in his hand has a simple and clear composition. The big blue characters are eye-catchingly marking the "Youth Literature Cup".

"Well……"

Leaning on the brick wall of the school gate, the coolness from the back could not relieve the restlessness in my heart, and I gently rubbed the blue veins on my forehead that seemed to be throbbing with a headache.

Even if you are yourself, there will be pressure...

"Is Nishikori-senpai feeling uncomfortable?"

A timid, soft voice sounded, Qiandai turned her head, and saw the two girls who were her companion standing awkwardly beside her, with undisguised admiration and worry in their eyes.

Calmly restraining the tiredness at the corners of his eyes and brows, he slowly raised a smile, as bright and soft as the shadows of the afternoon sun filtering through some green leaves.

"Well, because I'm a little tired, thank you junior for your concern."

Clear voice, full of sincerity.

"no no……"

Waving their hands in a panic, the two girls lowered their heads shyly, "It's what we should do to care about Nishikori-senpai."

"What a cute school girl."

With a chuckle, like a wind chime being blown by the wind under the wooden house, Qiandai tilted her head and said narrowly: "It's my honor to be able to worry about such a cute junior. But it's getting late now, and the juniors should go back Yes. Walking at night is not safe for girls."

After speaking, he blinked playfully.

The faces of the girls became more and more bright red, and they lowered their heads and said softly: "Then, then let's go back. Senior sister, go back quickly."

After finishing speaking, she didn't dare to look at Qiandai again, covered her beating heart, and left quickly.

She is really a beautiful, gentle senior.

"Are you flirting with girls again?"

The soft and gentle voice sounded, and it seemed to gain another layer of warmth in the sunset.

The repressed restlessness in her heart disappeared without a trace. Qiandai turned her head, looked at the gentle and smiling young man, curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "You said that I seem to be a vagabond. Care about girls."

"To be honest, if it wasn't for sure that you are a girl, I would really think so."

Buer looked at Qiandai with a very serious expression.

"Hey……"

Not wanting to bother with this black-bellied bear who likes to tease others all the time, and likes to watch others feel aggrieved, Qiandai walked away quickly.

"Didn't everyone say that it's dangerous for girls to walk at night?"

An unhurried pace came from behind, and the distance was just right.

In Qian Daihai's blue apricot eyes, the emotions were complicated and difficult to distinguish, but the voice was as clear as ever, and she refused to admit defeat, "Who said I look like a vagabond?"

"Even if she looks alike, she is still a very beautiful and lovely girl in essence."

It was still that leisurely voice, but with a hint of seriousness mixed in, Qiandai raised the corners of her mouth happily.

"For the sake of you knowing your mistakes and correcting them, I will allow you to walk by Miss Ben's side."

Slightly tilting his head, he cast a noble and glamorous glance at the person behind him, the corners of his eyes fluttering.

Buer was startled, confusion flashed away, and then he still smiled gently, tolerant and forbearing, "Yes, thank you Miss for giving me this opportunity."

Then, as soon as the long legs took a step, there was an extra person beside him.

So, such a distance...

Glancing secretly at the distance of a few centimeters beside him, a flower seemed to bloom quietly in his eyes.

That's just right.

"Happy?"

Bu Er looked ahead, on the street shrouded in the setting sun, the orange and red lights reflected harmoniously, and the figures hurriedly walked towards the warmest place in their hearts. It was so obvious that even the road under their feet seemed is warm.

"Yeah. It's just that there is still some pressure."

The news of the competition has been spread in the school for a long time, so it's not surprising that Buer knew about it.

The girl beside her opened her mouth softly and tilted her head. Under the orange light and shadow, the beautiful figure of the girl can still be included in the painting.

I regret that I didn't bring a camera...

Bu Er opened his eyes, those ice-blue eyes were filled with melted water in early spring, "Although many people may have said this sentence."

The boy stopped, looked at the girl who was puzzled, and stared seriously in the ice blue eyes, "But I still want to say..."

"As long as it's Qiandai, there will be no problem."

Qiandai stared blankly at this young man standing not far away, this gentle young man who moved her so much...

"Well... since you said it, it must be true."

Qiandai smiled, as if she was talking about a fact and belief she had already established.

Buer was startled, and then laughed, "It is true. Isn't that the truth..."

"Since you've told me so..."

The girl turned around and jumped lightly towards the boy, within a short distance.

"There must be no problem with the national competition."

Seeing the palm stretched out in front of him, which is white and more delicate than jade, which seems to be transparent and reflects the red gleam of the setting sun, he feels itchy in his heart. He really wants to reach out and touch it. That's good, but soon the opportunity will come.

"So we're high fives, proving that neither of us is lying."

The girl's bright eyes stared at her motionlessly, it was really hard to refuse.

But I don't want to say no...

Fuji smiled, "Childish."

The same white palm that looked like a jade carving lightly touched it, and it seemed to be more pleasant than the jingle of jade pendants.

"It sounds like you're not the same."

Is it an illusion?Do you feel that Fuji's fingers just rubbed against the palm of your hand?

"Well, I think I'm better than you."

It's a pity I couldn't touch it again.

"how is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible?"

……

As the sun was setting, he was just a handsome young man, with a picturesque figure, and he didn't know who had caught his attention.

The author has something to say: This article is called the heroine always flirts with handsome girls, and how to tease her sweetheart quietly (*/ω＼*)

Haha, actually, this should be a story of two secret loves, but the heroine thought she was in unrequited love, haha???(??ω???)

☆、Chapter2, no effect

Chapter,2

After saying goodbye to Fuji, secretly under the cover of the door, watching the thin figure of the young man gradually receding in the setting sun, Qiandai was more and more grateful that she and Fuji had only had one stop along the way.

"It's no wonder the ones who came back later than usual... so you were with your boyfriend?"

"mom!"

The sudden voice from behind startled Qiandai, who was about to close the door, caressing her frightened "thumping" heart, and glanced at Nishikori Mika, who was smiling meaningfully, with some complaints. "Do you know that it's not good to be so silent and scary?"

"Sorry sorry!"

Taking her daughter's schoolbag, Nishikori Mika smiled and apologized, but it seemed that she was not sincere.

Qiandai is a little helpless, her mother who is obviously elegant in front of her, but she likes to play pranks and "bully" her own daughter so much at home, such a contrast...

It's very similar to Fuji...

"Are you thinking about your dear boyfriend again? Didn't you just break up just now?"

"mom!"

The narrow voice made Qiandai feel a little annoyed. No matter how calm and elegant she is in front of people, she is still a 14-year-old girl after all.

"It's not a boyfriend!"

"Oh... so I haven't become a boyfriend yet."

Nishikori Mika looked suddenly enlightened, and finally let the thin-skinned Qiandai escape from here quickly.

It's really... too bad!

"Pfft!"

Seeing Shen Ya's daughter running away in such a panic, the unscrupulous Nishikori Mika's mother expressed that she was very happy.

"Why do you like teasing Chidai so much?"

Nishikori Koshiji, who was reading the newspaper in the living room, heard all the conversation between the mother and daughter. Looking at his wife who couldn't help laughing, Nishikori Koshiji was very helpless.

"Because I really like watching Qiandai's cute little face change face. Don't you think it's very interesting, Yueci?"

After a few steps, she sat on the sofa next to Nishikori Etsuji, Nishikori Mika hugged Nishikori Etsuji's arm with an innocent face.

Nishikori Koshiji: "..."

What if you really want to mourn for your precious daughter?

"But how did you know that was a male classmate? You probably didn't see it, did you?"

Unable to look directly at Nishikori Mika's eyes asking for an answer, Nishikori decided to change the subject.

"This is..."

Knowing the heart of the woman's father, Nishikori Mika decided not to embarrass him, and then changed the subject, but her tone was twisted and twisted, and she just refused to say the answer.

Nishikori Koshiji didn't have such a strong curiosity at first, so he was lifted up in the tune of nine bends and eighteen bends.

Seeing Nishikori Koji's expression of asking for help, Nishikori Mika blinked viciously, "I won't tell you!"

"It's a secret."

Putting the index finger on the bright red lips, the big eyes that are exactly the same as those of Qiandai are flickering, playful and lively like a 20-year-old girl.

Nishikori Koshiji glanced expressionlessly at his "naughty" wife as always, then lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper, comforting himself in his heart.

Didn't you already know it, it's no big deal...

It's just... I still really want to know! ! ! ! !

Looking at her husband who was as aggrieved as her daughter was just now, the corners of Nishikori Mika's mouth curled up, and there was a warmth that no one knew about in her heart.

Stupid!

How could she tell him that Qiandai's expression at that time was exactly the same as when she secretly looked at him in a corner where no one was around?

How could it be possible to tell?

The most secret and beautiful thoughts of girls.

Completely sinking herself into the soft quilt, Qiandai raised her hand, the back of her white hand was closely pressed against her forehead, the square bedroom lamp carved with pink patterns above her head exuded a bright light, not dazzling, Qiandai just let her eyes go blank like this Looking at the exquisitely carved bedroom lamp, I clearly wanted to outline the outline of the entries in my mind, but what appeared were the pictures of getting along with Fuji just now.

The palms seemed to still retain the warm, soft touch when hands were touching each other, as well as the friction that belonged to the thin calluses left by the boy from playing tennis for a long time, which seemed to make her shudder from the bottom of her heart.

It seemed that my mother's voice kept echoing in my ears:

"So you're not a boyfriend anymore?"

A voice full of regret, consistent with her state of mind.

Yeah, why not a boyfriend?

Even though they worked so hard, in half a year, they just became good friends.

Obviously want to go further.

Such a step, but it is impossible to cross it.

Well, what to do...

Getting more and more greedy...

but……

The sound of "jingle bell" sounded, Qiandai blinked her sore eyes from staring for a long time, stood up, and walked slowly towards the desk.

It feels like there is no way to heal it.

On the simple desk with blue stripes, apart from a whole row of books, large and small, there is only a brown bear alarm clock ringing non-stop. It seems a little out of place.

"Okay, okay, don't ring."

Qiandai gently stroked the little bear's head, gently stroking, the little bear seemed to be comforted, and instantly became obedient.

Qian took a deep look at the quiet and well-behaved little bear, and Qiandai took out the somewhat worn blue notebook from the bookshelf, rubbing her fingertips together as if it was still that spring afternoon.

Falling cherry blossoms, warm sun, spring breeze, and teenagers, the book became a painting, so she also became the person in the painting.

Turn a new page, and write down four elegant characters on the first line.

The medicine and stone have no effect.

If the medicine has no effect, then choose moths to fight the fire.

Born to be happy, die (de read twice) gorgeous.

It is an article and a way forward.

The author has something to say: In fact, there is a foreshadowing in this article, which is the bear alarm clock...

Everyone should know what the bear alarm clock represents, right? (?乛?乛?)

But why is there only such a bear alarm clock in the whole room? (Obviously the heroine looks very idiot? o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓slapping the table and laughing wildly) This is a question|?ω?`)

Everyone may wish to guess

☆、Chapter3, Bifang