[SD] The daily life of a girl with snake spirit disease

In April in Kanagawa, the warm sea breeze brings the beauty of cherry blossoms flying down. When you open the door, you can welcome the refreshing breath of spring.

AM6: 30

I, once a 35-year-old unmarried sports reporter for a certain daily in China, and now a 15-year-old Japanese high school freshman Kitajima Sakurako, was fully dressed and stood in front of the small apartment left by my dead father, looking toward the sun and cherry blossoms. I made a wish for the new school year: "School must go well!"

I have completed the admission procedures yesterday and received the school uniform of the County Xiangbei High School, but because I went to KTV to play too high at night, I didn’t bother to change the school uniform, so I can only try to stick the knee-length skirt on the top waist. "Well...it's still very long..." It seemed that I couldn't show my beautiful legs perfectly, so I had to give up.

The house next door was still quiet. According to the impression in my memory, Yingmu Huadao was naturally not a good child who could get up and go to school in the morning. Unfortunately, I couldn't miss the class arrangement involving me as a special student in the morning... Sad reminder.

Get on my ride, tie your long hair into a ponytail, let the Walkman's earphones wrap around your ears, Sakurako Kitajima!Set off!

The bicycle rushed out of the alley happily and merged into the crowd of people going to school, just like my little mood, cheerful and lively.

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If one day, when you are tired of the repetition and tediousness of life, you suddenly time travel to a comic story as written in the novel, how would you feel?For me, it's like having a spring and autumn dream.

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he was a butterfly, and he was a butterfly.If you suddenly feel it, then you will feel like a week.I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die and Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?

If the dream is real enough, are you dreaming or waking up?I don't know if the 35 years in China was a dream of Kitajima Sakurako, and I don't know if I will suddenly open my eyes one day and realize that everything now is just a dream.Therefore, no matter it is the family affection that blood is thicker than water, or the traces of the passing days, it seems that they can't imprint much deep feelings on my erratic emotions.Whether it was handed over to my remarried mother, or being excluded because of good grades, even if my gambling dad died, I didn't feel much.

When I was in junior high school in Hokkaido, I met a pretty good school doctor. Although he said that I had Asperger's syndrome, I didn't take it seriously, but the psychological self-test form he took out opened a door for me. The door to a new life.

While filling out this form, I found that the dreamy 35-year-old woman left me with a dream in my heart - I hope to be with someone I love more than to leave any achievements in academics Make a home.

"It turns out that my dream is to be a housewife!" When I shared this discovery with the school doctor in amazement, the other party slammed his head on the table heavily.

There is no difference between big and small dreams, can't all unattainable goals be unified as dreams?

If it's just difficult to achieve as a measure, isn't it really an unrealistic dream to marry someone who loves me and what I love?

I suddenly realized, and then decided, I want to marry a good man I know best in this world——Sakuragi Hanadao.

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The first step in marrying a good man is to be in the same class as him.

At my special request, I was put into the 1st year 7th group.The principal should have greeted the teacher, and I can choose the window seat in the corner of the class by myself.My classmates in the public high school seem to have never seen a girl with red hair like me. There was a vacuum around me, and no one dared to come over to say hello ╮(╯_╰)╭.

Outside the window of the seat I chose, next to a cherry blossom tree, I wrote a class novel based on the color of the cherry blossoms, and everything seemed to be no different from when I was in Hokkaido.

Until the end of get out of class, Sakuragi Hanamichi wobbled into the classroom with his hands in his pockets, and lazily greeted a boy whose hair was pulled back in front of me on the right: "Morning Yohei."

I just woke up like a dream.

It turns out that this is how a boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain grew up like this when he was young!It turns out that the red-haired monkey in the comics looks like this in real life!It turns out...it turns out that the height of nearly 1.9 meters is so oppressive. It turns out that such a red hair is paired with a 15-year-old face that is not concealed. This is what it looks like!

His uniform was supposed to be brand new, but it was wrinkled as if it had been rubbed. The buttons were honestly buttoned to the top. Although his eyebrows were black, they were not too thick. Very energetic, but with a look of listless decadence, the fluffy red hair is fixed by hair gel and pushed back like the bad | ...big...huh?

I blinked and looked at the slap in front of me that was as big as my face, and couldn't help poking it with my fingers.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Yingmu Huadao seemed to be taken aback, and withdrew her hand back.

ha!The palms are still soft!I pursed my lips and laughed.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but Sakuragi Hanamichi's face seemed to be red.Standing by my table, he shouted at me, "Hey, let's change seats."

Someone in the classroom seemed to press the pause button (or the silence button?), I looked around, and the boy who should be Mito Yohei gestured at the empty seat in front of me and my seat.The other students stopped what they were doing and looked in our direction.

"Should I change it?" he said gruffly.

"No." I replied.There was a gasp in the classroom.Ikebana seems to be very "prestige" here, I think.Then I patiently explained to him: "I like spring. You can see the cherry trees near the window. If you are lucky, cherry blossom petals will float in. Moreover, this place is the farthest away from the blackboard, so you won't be disturbed by the sound too much. After thinking about it, I added, "Of course, if you have a more important reason, I can still exchange it with you."

Like everyone else, he stared at me blankly, and after a while, he turned his head and sat in the empty seat in front of me, muttering, then stuffed his schoolbag into the seat, buried his head in his arms, and lay down.

Looking at the pink color on the tips of his ears, I feel in a good mood. Holding my heart, I can feel the little Kitajima Sakura holding my heart and saying "Yaoyao Cheke trouble, Kang busy North nose hook" ", and don't care about the "crazy" he said.

Hey, Hanamichi Sakuragi, do you still remember Sakurako Kitajima next door to you?That Kitajima Sakurako who was always abused by her father when she was a child, that Kitajima Sakurako you said you wanted to protect!You look so different from when you were a child, you have become a bigbigbig version of ikebana!But the shy personality seems to be the same as when I was a child~

I couldn't help but pursed my lips and laughed out loud, causing Mito Yohei to look at me several times.

Oops, the fingertips that touched his hand just now are still slightly hot, I tried my best to tie up the idiot Sakurako, the future will be long, the future will be long ╮(╯▽╰)╭!

The author has something to say: Sakuragi's pectoral muscles...idiot face ╮(╯_╰)╭