[Net King] Only you can see me

It is already late autumn, and everything is dry and prosperous.

Yukimura squatted in the flower shed of the gardening club, carefully loosening the soil for a camellia seedling.

"The dahlias are blooming beautifully."

A girl bent over beside him, her fingers climbing up a flower pot on a wooden platform against the wall.

"Even the begonias are blooming!"

She excitedly picked up another pot of flowers in her hand, and turned to show the people behind her.

The movement was too fast, and the small ball between the wrists collided with the porcelain basin, making a "boom".

Yukimura looked at the pot of begonias, the red ones were blooming happily.

"This potted flower has been taken care of by Tomoto-san for a long time, which is why it blooms so well."

"...Yukimura-kun, crabapple flowers are easy to take care of..."

The girl replied in a low voice, her face full of shyness.

It was an ordinary and appropriate compliment, but in the eyes of the girl, it was a big surprise.

This time is like a dream.

Since meeting by chance at the bookcafe that day, Yukimura seems to have suddenly appeared in her world.

When the two people who had never met before met in the stairwell, he would also take the thick stack of homework from her hand and send it to the office for her.

Even more coincidentally, she joined the gardening club this semester, and met Yukimura several times a week. For her now, it is no different from God's greatest favor to her.

Obviously Yukimura-kun is not as unattainable as in the legend, or...he is special to him?

She couldn't help thinking that.

There is a kind of rhythm of love sprouting in girls' comics.

Thinking of this, Ryoko Fuyumoto blushed, watching Yukimura take out his mobile phone to take pictures of the crabapple flowers he had carefully cultivated for a long time, feeling sweet in his heart.

In the evening, after Qianchuan Muhe finished washing and previewed his homework, he lay down on the bed and prepared to sleep.

The phone was placed on the desk within reach, and the screen lit up.

Take it over, flip through it, and you can see the latest received email.

"The school's dahlias and crabapple flowers are in bloom. I wonder what kind of flowers Qian Chuan likes?"

Scroll down, you can see several photos of different flowers.

Orange dahlias with many petals are well-formed, like a well-designed mathematical game.

There are also small and exquisite crabapple flowers, with simple petals and green leaves, which are full of vitality.

but--

"I like hydrangeas, they are in clusters, very cute."

By the way, I also attached a piece of hydrangea in my yard that I took when I went home not long ago.

A piece of purple, just like the eyes of the person on the other side of the phone in memory.

Obviously, in the true sense, I only saw him once, but unexpectedly, I remembered his face so meticulously.Is it because she looks so good-looking and impressive?

"Recently I like daisies too."

His fingers quickly typed this sentence again.

Qian Chuan Muhe is actually not a person who likes to grow flowers and grass.There is a kind of person with a strange aura who is born to be at odds with all non-human creatures, in short - what to feed and die to.

Unfortunately, Chikawa Muwa has a place in this.

But the love for Daisy came fiercely and without warning.

I just happened to pass by a flower shop one day and saw a pot of daisies.With Qian Chuanmuhe's understanding of plants, it is difficult to judge the species at a glance, but when she saw the pot of daisies, she recognized them.

It was as if she had observed such a pot of daisies every day when she could not remember.

It was not only intuition, but also some kind of special feeling, just like the feeling that there was a pot of daisies that accompanied her through a long, lonely and lonely period of time, and there was a softness somewhere in her heart.

Without a doubt, she bought the pot of daisies, put them on the balcony of her bedroom, and watered and fertilized them regularly.

Such patient and gentle treatment has allowed Daisy to live safely until now.

Chikawa Muwa walked to the window sill and tapped the irregular leaves of the daisy with her fingers.

There was a burst of laurel fragrance outside, sweet and delicious.

Another email came from the phone, and there was only a picture of Daisy in it.

There are four or five small white flowers blooming in a small pot, which are crystal clear and beautiful under the sunlight.

Beside the flowers, there are white gauze curtains fluttering in the wind.

Mo Ming's familiar feeling came over his face.

Qian Chuanmu frowned and frowned, flashing past memories in his mind, and couldn't find such flowers and such curtains.

Where is it?

Yukimura didn't know what happened to him.By the time I reacted, the message had already been sent.

For the recent self, he is very distressed.

He always had some unexplained dreams. In the dream, he would be sad, happy, or moved. The person in the dream also changed from the previous pair of eyes to a smiling face.

This is also what troubles him the most, because that face looks like Qian Chuan no matter what.

Would Qian Chuan treat him as an idiot?

When I introduced myself for the first time, I exchanged mailbox numbers bluntly, and for this reason, I also received the attention of Atobe.

I've known her for less than a week, and I couldn't help digging out her mailbox every day, sending some meaningless words.

This intention is a bit too obvious...

Yukimura lay paralyzed on the bed, feeling very tangled in his heart.

He's not exactly a guy who sees nothing but a tennis racket in his eyes.He is quite popular in school, although he has no experience, he still understands what his behavior pattern implies.

love at first sight?

It's unbelievable that something like this happened to him.

Although Chikawa is good in every sense...

No, the point should be, he didn't even understand what he was thinking?

Is it the aura of Qian Chuan that made him feel that she was his best friend in his previous life?Or because of a vague dream, and those eyes that are unforgettable once seen?

He couldn't accept such an excuse.If the truth is like this, it is irresponsible to himself, and especially to Qian Chuan.

First of all, he has to distinguish whether his feelings for Qian Chuan want to be friends, or another kind?

More importantly, if it was love at first sight, what I fell in love with was the pair of eyes in the dream, or Qian Chuanmuhe.

Yukimura tossed and turned on the bed a few times, but failed to think, and the email notification sound from his mobile phone interrupted his thoughts.

Two emails in a row.

Skillfully opened it, when seeing that "daisy", Yukimura could feel his heart pounding.The feeling of being hit filled his whole body.

She likes daisies too...

same preference.

A simple thing made this young man known as the "Son of God" happy.

He has always been a serious and responsible person, and he does everything clearly.Once you have a goal, you will work hard to achieve it.

But, Chikawa Muwa is different after all.She is a person, and even if he doesn't like her in the end, he doesn't want to make her troubled and sad because of his reckless behavior.

After all, he was only a 15-year-old boy with zero love history and no experience in love since he was a child.

He still doesn't know that liking is liking, whether there is a reason or no reason, no matter where you start, liking is the final result.

He also never realized that his precious and important protection has long been beyond the scope of liking.

So he didn't know, and some things couldn't be clearly explained.

For example, why do you like her.

as well as--

You forgot what can be used as a reason to explain "like".

The author has something to say: I saw that some readers commented whether it was Cavin who came to the back. In fact, there is a kind of existence that is more terrifying than Calvin. There is a class at [-]:[-] in the morning, [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and [-]:[-] in the evening. In class, on weekends, or in class...

Also, thanks to Ms. Curry who loves to eat potato landmines, every time I am so tired, I will be full of motivation when I see the comments.

Last but not least - Happy Birthday, Lord!