[Comprehensive] Please accept my continuous affection

After turning off the lights and locking the door, I listened to the patter of rain outside the window, and walked downstairs with a sigh.

The reason is simple, I didn't bring an umbrella.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have said the ending so quickly. It’s better to sing a song on the radio station than to go downstairs and face the rain in a daze.

Maybe there are kind-hearted seniors who pass by, and maybe they can give me half of the umbrella.

"Isn't your radio station responsible for the weather forecast?" Kusuo hovered cross-legged behind me, and followed me downstairs, "Don't you listen to the weather forecast broadcast yourself?"

I coughed lightly in embarrassment, and stuck my neck to quibble: "When Fujioka-senpai was broadcasting the weather report yesterday, I was sorting out the manuscript, so I didn't pay attention!"

"Ha." Kusuo sneered.

It was Mithri who volunteered and said, "I'll help A-Mian listen to the weather broadcast from now on!...I always feel that I've been useless all this time..."

She glanced at Kusuo with some envy, lowered her head in disappointment, and whispered: "If only I could talk to A Mian as often as Mr. Kusuo."

"No, trust me, I'd rather chat with you, Mitsuri, than Kusuo."

After all, a life mentor who often uses guns and sticks in his words is still not as likable as a rainbow fart player who closes his eyes and blows nonsense.

I comforted Mitsuri, and unknowingly walked to the first floor of the event building.

Although it was raining outside, I pushed open the door on the first floor, planning to stay under the eaves for a while until the rain stopped.

But I didn't expect that there were other people who had the same idea as me.

He was a little worse than me. The second grade school uniform on his body was slightly dark because of the rain. He had short creamy golden hair with a few grains of rain hanging on it, and the hair was hanging down.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he turned his head to take a look, and I met those sharp red eyes again.

It turned out to be the senior Bakugo!

He was probably also blocked by the sudden heavy rain. After tilting his head to look at me, he turned his head back and stared expressionlessly at the puddles spreading out in circles on the ground. A picture is average.

"... Hello, senior." I greeted a little nervously.

"Yeah." He didn't turn his head, he just replied lazily.

In the legend of Xiongying High School, this senior, Bo Hao, undoubtedly occupies a place.

I heard that he has a bad temper and strong self-esteem, but he is also one of the best in strength.At the first-year sports festival a year ago, he confronted Hong-senpai in the final duel, and because he thought that Hong-senpai did not give his best, he gave up admitting the first place in the sports festival, and was finally locked on the podium.

...is not the same as the legend.

Not to mention anything else, just because he took the initiative to save me and responded to my overtures calmly now, I think he is probably a very good person, right?

Do you want to say a few more words?

... Otherwise, invite him directly to participate in the upcoming special guest event of the broadcasting station?

Ahem, even if this activity is not carried out now, Fujioka-senpai and Takamori-senpai will definitely not object.

"It's raining heavily." I tentatively began to gossip, "The weather is so strange now, it started to rain out of nowhere."

"..."

Senior Bakugo looked over with a slight squint.

"Are you talking to me?"

I stuck out my tongue secretly, nodded and said, "Well, because there is only the senior next to me."

"Do we know each other?" Senior Bao Hao raised his eyebrows.

"...Probably, don't you know?"

"Then why are you talking to me, are you familiar?"

"..."

"puff."

I cleared my throat, and said to Senior Bakugo: "Because Senior Bakugo is very famous, so I know Senior Bakugo, ah, by the way, you are my target."

That's right, my goal is to be No.1 in the sports festival!And you are the No.1 sports festival ever!

Drop the common factor, my target is you!

"Huh?" He grinned, "Isn't your goal to inherit the radio station? It was just said on the radio."

"...You know me, so it turns out."

"Idiot face read to me all morning today." Senior Bao Hao narrowed his eyes, "I remembered it after a little thought."

"Ah, that's it."

I started looking around, wondering if it was too obvious that I was going into the trailer now.

The reason is very simple, now that he remembers who I am, then Bakugo-senpai may remember the joke that I complained about his pants on the radio.

...Help, that's too embarrassing!

And it was okay at the beginning, but now I casually said a few words to Senior Bohao, and I feel his tone...how should I put it, there is a bit of malice that is faintly visible?

That's what it's like to be a legendary bad guy.

"Good afternoon, Bakugo, Senra."

An awkward atmosphere was permeating between me and Bakugo-senpai, when suddenly a familiar voice rescued me from the predicament.

Bakugou-senpai and my colleagues looked towards the source of the sound.

——Senior Hong raised the umbrella slightly, revealing the face under the umbrella.

"Senior Boom!" I hurriedly greeted him, I felt like I hadn't spoken to him for many days!

Senior Hong nodded slightly to me, then turned his head to look at Bao Hao: "Are you going back to the dormitory?"

"Huh?" Senior Baohao said in a bad tone, "Don't come up to strike up a conversation suddenly with a familiar face, does it have something to do with you?"

...Oh my god, this guy really has a really bad temper.

And I feel that the relationship between the two of them is not very good, is it really because of the sports festival of the first grade?

"What I mean is," Senior Hong actually took out a folding umbrella from his arms, and handed it to Senior Baohao, "Lend it to you, do you want it?"

"Oh--"

Senior Bakugo dragged his voice, reached out to take the umbrella, opened it smoothly, and stepped into the rain curtain.

His shoes stepped on the puddles, splashing water.

"I suddenly remembered," he used a relatively strong and rude self-proclaimed name, turned his head to look at Senior Hong who put down his umbrella slightly and stepped into the eaves of the building, and then looked at me who was staring at Senior Hong blankly, "I Remember you two are a couple?"

"No." Senior Hong retorted calmly, "Bao Hao, don't talk about these unfounded things, you are not a gossip person."

"Tch, then you specially brought umbrellas here?" He squinted his eyes, "You don't necessarily come here to bring umbrellas to me because I'm hiding from the rain here, do you?"

Senior Bo: "..."

Senior Bakugo raised the corners of his lips and showed a malicious smile: "And it wasn't me who complained about the rain on the radio just now."

What the hell? !

Bakugo-senpai means that after listening to the broadcast, Hong-senpai came to give me an umbrella on purpose? !

No wonder I wonder why Senior Hong is holding an umbrella and a foldable umbrella in his arms.

So the folding umbrella is for me?

...but why?

Could it be that Senior Hong suddenly sensed my charm and bowed down for me before I knew it?

Why does it feel so unrealistic? !

"I want to talk to Mori-senpai because I have something to say." After being speechless for a while, Senior Hong regained his composure, and he replied calmly, "Because the matter is a bit urgent, and I just heard that Mori-senpai doesn't seem to be carrying an umbrella." , that’s why I came to find her specially, and gave her an umbrella by the way.”

"Ha, but now I have the umbrella." Senior Baohao twirled the handle of the umbrella, gloating, "What should I do?"

"...Our family lives in the same direction. I will send her back."

"Oh, that's it." Senior Bakugo immediately left without looking back, "Then I won't be a light bulb anymore, bye!"

I stared dumbfounded at senior Bakugo striding towards the campus, and disappeared into the rain within half a minute.

...What kind of strange character is the senior Bakugo? !

Is he an assist invited by the gods? !

Seeing senior Baohao walking away, senior Hong just lowered his head and called me: "Senior Senluo."

"...! Here!" I hurriedly turned my attention away from the back of Bakugo-senpai who was leaving, looked up at Hong-senpai, my face was a little hot from excitement, "Senior, you really specially gave me the umbrella ?!"

"..." Senior Hong was suspiciously silent for a moment, but insisted on correcting him, "I came to you with something to do, and I brought you an umbrella by the way."

Don't worry about these details, right?

Didn't the result be that senior Hong came to give me an umbrella?

"He is so kind to you." Mitsuri cupped her face, "He must like you!"

"...Don't add useless self-confidence to her." Kusuo said, "Ask what people came to you to say first."

Hmm, yes, this is more important.

"Senior Hong," I calmed down my excitement, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's not something that needs your help." Hong raised the umbrella, walked into the rain screen again, and turned the umbrella slightly to the right to make room for one person, "Let's talk as we walk."

……and many more!

The intention of his series of actions is...?

"Ah!" Mitsuri screamed, "It's a romantic scene where we share an umbrella in the rain!"

Kusuo: "...it would be better to speak a little softer."

Who can stand this? !

I stomped my feet, bit my lip and ducked under Senior Hong's umbrella, took a deep breath, trying to suppress my beating heart.

Compared to me who was secretly excited, Senior Hong's performance was much calmer and calmer.

He slightly shifted the umbrella to my side, walked forward at my pace, and said in a low voice: "I've been listening to the radio recently, you've done a good job, Sen Luo-senpai."

"Have you listened to the confession?" I thought of this and asked him.

"...I listened." He looked a little uncomfortable, and immediately changed the topic, "I also listened to today's."

Of course I know this, otherwise you wouldn't have come here to give me an umbrella.

Senior Hong continued: "It seems that many classmates in the school are looking for trouble for you, Mr. Sen Luo."

He paused, looked down at me: "... are you okay?"

what.

I see.

Senior Hong probably heard about my radio broadcast, and knew that some extreme lunatics came to provoke me because of the confession turmoil.

Although strictly speaking, this matter has nothing to do with him, and it is all my own fault, but the kind-hearted senior Hong still came to comfort me out of worry.

"If there is anything I can do to help..." Senior Hong said hesitantly, "Although I heard that you seem to have solved it yourself."

"Eh? Who did you hear that from?"

Senior Hong looked away: "There is a classmate in our class, well, the news is very well-informed, and he seems to know many juniors and sisters."

"That's it." I nodded, "Although there are some people who come here to make trouble, I feel that those who spend time doing such boring things are nothing to be afraid of."

"..."

"The only headache is that now they are all using the name of competing with me to provoke me." I snorted, "But after today's evening broadcast, it should be much better. After all, I have said so absolutely in the broadcast Now... if they give you money, it's not like I can't take money and beat people up. Compared to this, senior, can you help me with anything?"

"...?" Senior Hong looked over, "Are there any difficulties?"

I cleared my throat, met his gaze, and said sincerely: "I really have a crush on you, can't you consider dating me?"

"..." Senior Hong paused, then ruthlessly refused again, "No. Don't mention this matter in the future."

"Why? Confession is also my freedom!" I puffed up my face and slumped my shoulders in frustration.

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