[wangwang doujin] juvenile underage

The Haiyuan Festival, which is usually held in September, has been moved forward for some reason before the holiday in July. Although there is still more than a month of preparation time, Lihai students are still in a hurry. In addition to completing their usual studies, they have to spare part of the time Thinking about the program, each club is naturally not idle, and the content of club activities for several days is to discuss the Haiyuan Festival.

The Kaihara Festival seems to be something very special.This is the conclusion Shi Jiang reached after participating in class discussions and community discussions for several days.

During the series of discussions, Sakurai Yuna was not very active, perhaps because she was pretending to be worried, Ichie felt that she seemed to have lost her original vitality.As a result, she never asked Sakurai, just because Kirihara turned her head awkwardly when she saw them several times, she thought Sakurai must have made things clear.

It turns out that if the relationship fails, the friendship cannot be maintained?Shi Jiang felt a little regretful.

After today's club discussion ended, Shi Jiang picked up his schoolbag and planned to go home. TomorrowisSaturday, she can take a break from her studies for a while, and carefully study the video and materials about the tennis team that Yuuki enthusiastically sent her to the door of the classroom this morning.

After taking a shower after dinner, Shi Jiang couldn't wait to lock himself in the room.In the first video, there was only one boy with a black hat in the whole process, and he was Sanada-senpai who was domineering and showing off his skills.Then play the second set, why is it still Sanada-senpai's game process?In the third set, only Sanada-senpai clearly appeared in the video.The fourth set, the fifth set...

After playing all the videos, the main character remains the boy in the black hat.

Black lines across her head, Yuuki-senpai, did she do something wrong?After she dialed Yuuki's phone to explain the situation, she couldn't answer the ridicule like "I forgot you were following Liu" and finally said, "Go find Yuzi." , she should have tape of all tennis team games."

After hanging up the phone, she noticed that there was an unread text message from Takagi Haruko - the cultural committee planned to perform a stage play by Kai Yuan Matsuri, and let you be a witch with short hair.

The girl jumped up from the bed and quickly tapped on the screen—why?Can I say no?

Quick response over there - unlikely, since you're the only one with short hair.

--Forehead......

There will be a second reply-Anla Sakihara, leave the makeup to me, it is absolutely realistic!

——! ! ! ! !

Because of the few text messages from Takagi Haruko, Ichie spent the weekend in a nervous mood, and when she returned to school again, she found that all the conversations revolved around the three words "Umihara Matsuri".It is similar to what kind of program a certain class performs, the wonderful ideas of a certain class, etc.But what concerned her the most was hearing the conversation between two girls walking towards her on the road——

"Haha, do you know, I heard that Chunyuan, the cultural committee member of Group C, plans to produce a stage play, which seems to be called The Story of a Short-haired Witch. I don't know who is the protagonist."

"There seems to be only one girl with short hair in group C. What's the name? It seems to be called Sakihara or something."

Shi Jiang quickly squatted down and pretended to be tying her shoelaces. She had already heard ridicule before she acted. The probability of her being ridiculed after acting can be imagined, not to mention what kind of script it is, just because of the word witch , she really can't be optimistic.

When I ran to the classroom, I immediately took Takagi Haruko's hand and kept shaking it, "Dear deskmate, I really don't want to play a witch with short hair. You have a good relationship with the cultural committee, please help me to intercede."

"Relax." Takagi pulled her hand down, patted her on the shoulder, with a calm face, "There are many girls who report that the subject matter and plot are not particularly good. The key is that if you have short hair, only you are eligible, and they don't think so either. To be fair, everyone is saying that Chunyuan likes you only because he has selfish intentions, and Chunyuan is so scared that he plans to cancel it."

"So I don't have to act?"

"According to Senior Liu's words, the probability that you don't have to play a witch with short hair is 90.00% [-]%."

Sure enough, it was a word that made her feel relieved, and she was assured of peace of mind. She suddenly felt refreshed and took out her textbook with great energy.

After receiving the advance notice of the Haiyuan Festival, the class usually decides the program within one week, and the club within two weeks, because after the program is confirmed, there is still a lot of preparation work to be done, including arranging rehearsals and designing and posting promotional posters. Most of the time for half a month.As the important idea assistant of Nakatani, the cultural committee of class D in the second year, the burden on Sakurai Yuna's shoulders is actually not light.

Habitually sent text messages to Shi Jiang, because of the discussion of the class program, several responsible class committees asked for leave during the club's department work time. In the two days of last week, including today, she has not talked to Shi Jiang for three days. We went home together.

The two girls had just finished going to the bathroom and were walking back to the classroom. Nakatani held Sakurai's arm and said with a smile: "Everyone agreed on the stage play discussed last time. We just need to discuss the next arrangement. As for the poster design, please ask Sakurai to help Uekawa."

"It's nothing, I also want to do more for the class."

"Speaking of..." Zhongtani put his finger on his lower lip, his eyes slightly worried, "It's true that Kirihara is playing the prince, but it's just that he hasn't been to the tennis club for three days, is it really all right?"

Sakurai thought for a while and said: "It seems that the tennis club is also planning the program of the Kaihara Festival recently. Everyone is very busy now. Kirihara-kun should have discussed it with the club."

Nakatani smiled reassuringly, "Sure enough, Sakurai and Kirihara have a good relationship. The girls in the class envy me so much. Anyway, I feel relieved when I hear you say it."

Although Sakurai responded with a big smile, his mood sank when he heard Nakatani's words.Is she on good terms with Kirihara?Since she had a conversation with Kirihara last time, they have actually maintained a lukewarm relationship for several days, and the girls in the class still can't see that their relationship is no longer as playful as before.

Approaching the classroom, several strange eyes shot straight at the two people who had just entered through the back door, or more precisely, Sakurai.Four or five girls surrounded her, and Uekawa shook his hand to her distressedly, expressing his powerlessness and guilt.

She didn't care about the strange eyes of those girls. After all, because of the relationship with Kirihara, these girls were more or less prejudiced against her. On the contrary, Kamikawa seldom showed such a different expression from usual, which made Sakurai a little nervous. care about.When she got closer, she caught a sharp glimpse of the open diary in the hand of Kei Hojo, which clearly belonged to her.

She couldn't believe it, and when she was frightened and angry, she asked in a very cold tone: "Can you explain?"

Uekawa said very sorry: "I'm sorry Sakurai, I...I can't stop them."

Sakurai knew that with a soft temper like Kamikawa, there was really nothing he could do about Kamihojo and the others.And now she has no time to take care of Shang Chuan's mood at all, and ignores her apology, just staring coldly at the few girls in front of her who don't feel guilty at all, "There's nothing I can do if I don't explain this clearly."

Hojo had always had a good impression of Sakurai Rei, but at this moment he said with disdain: "Speak clearly? It's time to explain your love for Yukimura Seiichi, Sakurai Yuna who is overconfident."

The feelings that have been hidden for seven years were revealed by the most annoying person in front of her with the most disdainful tone. Sakurai felt as if someone had pinched her hard, and her heart was very unbalanced. Resist the urge to slap Hojo across the face.

Nakatani was obviously a little surprised when he heard Yukimura's name. After all, Sakurai never mentioned it. She and Kamikawa always thought that she would be the one who would have the most fun with Kirihara.But she was surprised, she was still angry at Hojo's immoral behavior, "Hojo, peeking at other people's diaries and commenting and belittling at will, you are too much!"

Hojo didn't care about Nakatani's accusation, he just stared at the angry girl in front of him who was frowning tightly, and held up the childhood photo of Yukimura in his diary, "What's wrong? Is it wrong to say what you can? Yukimura-senpai is not a girl like you who can stand beside you, right? You go and see Kawashima-senpai, and then take a look at yourself in the mirror."

Uekawa, who has always been weak, became angry at the unabashed insult, and he took a few steps closer and said righteously: "Hojo, you have no right to meddle in Sakurai's affairs."

"Aren't you going to say a word?"

The skirt of the school uniform was soaked with sweat from the palms of his hands. Sakurai snatched the photo that he regarded as a treasure in Hojo's hand, and endured the soreness on the tip of his nose. Private matters, why should you tell the person I hate the most."

Hojo hooked the corners of his lips, and raised a piercing and mocking smile, "So, the daydream I've been having since I was eight years old, and I still don't plan to wake up?"

"Enough!" Kirihara, who was sitting in the front seat, couldn't bear to scold him. He didn't know what the girls were doing behind him just now. Later, he vaguely heard something about Sakurai's diary. He wanted to stop him, but then thought about the little girls I probably can't write anything in my diary, and he and Sakurai seem to be in an awkward stage right now.

Speaking of why he likes this girl named Sakurai Yuna, he can't remember clearly. The most impressive thing seems to be that after a confrontation practice match, the girl gave him a can of ice-cold drink and gave him a slap. She gave him a thumbs up and said that he played very well in the game, and she said to him——Theworldisonlyauniqueyou.

He memorized that sentence for the first time, and its definition in the dictionary is——there is only one unique you in the world.

She told him in her way that there is only one Kirihara Akaya in the world.

He did pay more attention to this girl who secretly handed over a small note when he was called up by the teacher to answer questions.However, the deepest impression in my mind at this moment must be the sincere and brave words of the girl in the cafe at the end of the department work that day——Kirhara-kun, I like Yukimura-senpai.

That was the only time in a year that he took the initiative to provoke the minister, but it was also the only time he hoped that he would lose completely. He had to truly realize that the minister was better than him, so that he could convince himself that Sakurai's choice was not wrong.

In fact, he should have thought that the girl would record this thought in the diary, and he was indeed negligent. Seeing Sakurai's embarrassment, he felt that he was very bad, and snatched the diary from Hojo angrily, "Peeping at others Your diary was originally your fault!"

Being murdered by Kirihara, Hojo felt somewhat wronged, but he didn't want to give in in front of Sakurai, he still curled his lips and said: "The diary fell out by myself, and I just saw the name of Senior Yukimura, besides Kirihara, what I said was not wrong, Yukimura Senpai can only be regarded as Sakurai-san's daydream."

The noisy voices of chirping, sarcasm, sympathy, and injustice around him, all the voices kept lingering in his ears, made Sakurai feel a little dizzy.For seven years, the girlish thoughts she thought were beautiful were completely exposed to the sun and criticized as worthless. Every word of Hojo reminded her that Yukimura Seiki was beyond her reach. It's just a dream.

Yes, how could such a perfect "Son of God" not be a dream?Kawashima Chinatsu and Yukimura Seiichi, what a perfect pair in the eyes of others.

She bit her lower lip in embarrassment and embarrassment, feeling that her tears were about to be uncontrollable, she snatched the diary held by Qieyuan, put the photos in the notebook, and ran out of the classroom that made her suffocate.

In fact, she really didn't think about anything, she really just wanted to record her love for Yukimura Seiichi... that's all.

During a aimless run, the wind probably made her eyes dry, as if the tears she had held back for a long time fell uncontrollably.The weeping and running girl attracted the attention of many passers-by.

This seemingly endless running was forced to stop after the girl bumped into a person. It was in front of the bulletin board, a teenager who was holding a poster and was about to put it up. , Sakurai grabbed something in a panic, only to hear the life of "hiss", and the poster was forced to be torn in half.

The boy was frightened and didn't have time to take care of himself. He took a few strides and looked at the girl who was sitting on the ground. "Student, you didn't hurt from the fall, did you?"

With the familiar voice and the familiar hair color, Sakurai's heart throbbed violently.

Half of the posters were still in the teenager's hands, while she was stepping on the other half.There are still wet tears on her face, her lips that have been biting tightly are also a little white, and her hair has become a little messy because of the running just now, but when she is in such a mess, why does the person she meets have to be ——What about Xing, Village, Jing, and City?

At Yukimura's feet is a brown diary, a very retro diary, with a few English words printed on the leather surface, and the words "Sakurai Yuna" written in Japanese on it.Because of the collision just now, the book was forced to separate from the girl's hands, and now it is spread out on both sides and covered on the ground.

Fortunately, fortunately, he couldn't see it.

Realizing that Yukimura was going to help her pick up the diary, she ignored the pain and stood up in shock, picking up her diary one step ahead of him, and hugged it tightly to her chest.Yukimura didn't mind her actions, he smiled and asked, "Sakurai-san, do you need me to accompany you to the infirmary?"

In front of Yukimura, who was gently smiling and asking herself, it just made her feel more sore in her heart, and another tear fell on the toe of her shoe. She looked at the tattered poster in the boy's hand, and hurriedly lowered her head and said something "sorry".Yukimura didn't mean to blame her, but when she faced Yukimura's tolerance and smile, she didn't have the courage to continue. She could only run away, far away, to a place where she couldn't see Yukimura Seiki.

Kirihara found her about 5 minutes later.In fact, he really doesn't understand those ways to comfort girls. He seems unable to utter the gentle comfort and nasty words.All he could do was walk up to her, scratch his hair in a daze, and say, "Idiot, the minister doesn't like weak people, let alone girls who can only cry."

The breeze blew off the leaves, and they kept falling on the shoulders of the boy and girl.

When Yukimura approached the lounge of the tennis club with a poster that was torn in two, most members had the same idea. The minister did not put up the poster, but went to fight, but if it was a fight, the poster should Break a little.

"What's the matter, Yukimura?" Yukimura, who has always been cautious in handling things, should not make such a mistake. With this doubt, Sanada asked with concern.

Yukimura smiled indifferently, and put the two posters on the table, "There was a little accident, it's nothing."

"Looks like it's going to be redrawn." Liu Dianming understood the urgent task, "It's just that this poster took you two days."

"It's okay, I'll just draw another picture."

In fact, there is still time to redraw a poster. Two days less posting is just two days less publicity, but judging by the popularity of the tennis club in the past, even if there is no publicity, there must be a lot of people who come to cheer.However, whether it is the drama that Kai Yuanji will star in or the promotional poster he designed himself, it is all his painstaking efforts.Thinking of this, the hand holding the paintbrush kept moving.

dong dong dong-

There was a cautious knock on the door, Yukimura paused the movements of his hands, a little curious, at this time, no one in the art room should come, right?

When I opened the door, I saw the poster I was redrawing. Although the painting style was completely different, the people and objects inside were exactly the same.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I broke your poster last time, and I will pay you now." Behind the poster is a face full of apology, flushed with embarrassment because of regret, and sincere eyes with the meaning of longing to be forgiven , looking straight at him.

"Can I finish painting in a day?" There is still a constant smile on the corner of the mouth, "Are you still painting in the middle of the night?"

"Well, because I want to finish it quickly and return it to the senior." Sakurai nodded, even though it was a very complicated looking poster.This poster was able to be drawn, all thanks to Kirihara taking pictures of the defective poster pictures passed to her.It was her unilateral fault for breaking the poster, she had to bear it, and then expressed her apology to Yukimura, and then, she owed nothing.

"Thank you, Sakurai-san."

"I'm sorry for the trouble you caused to the senior." After bowing solemnly, she turned and walked away.

Yukimura stared at the girl's back thoughtfully, and gently closed the art room door.