[Comprehensive] Please accept my continuous affection

After reading the concluding remarks, I hastily turned off the microphone and let out a long breath.

Damn, cold sweat is coming down.

Senior Hong thoughtfully handed me a tissue, peeped at my expression, and asked hesitantly: "...Did I not talk just now?"

I shook my head hurriedly: "That's not true!"

What a joke!

A campus-level idol like Senior Hong, who is like a male god, gives his voice on the radio station, and he is kind enough to not ask us for a performance fee!

... Wuwuwu Of course, it would be even better if I could talk to a pair of scripts before speaking.

"Then why are you so..." Senior Hong pondered for a long time, as if looking for a suitable wording, "So... flustered?"

I covered my face and said in despair: "Because I forgot that senior Hong was also at the broadcasting station, I was talking nonsense..."

"You usually talk nonsense." Senior Hong raised his mouth slightly, "I told you, I listen to the radio every issue."

I don't know why, but I always feel a little shy.

Is it because Hong-senpai's voice is too soft?

A laughing voice is a foul!

"It's the right way to just press and kiss at this level." Miri muttered to herself, "The victory or defeat is usually at this moment, and if you hesitate, you will lose!"

"..." Kusuo looked at Mitsuri with the eyes of a monster, "Do you think she was thrown from the third floor by the top three seniors of the combat school?"

"..." Mitsuri complained softly, "It's only the third floor..."

I automatically blocked the two people who were chattering beside me in my brain, and turned my head to hide my hot cheeks: "Of course I remember, senior, you will listen to the radio. Now it's over, shall we go?"

Senior Hong responded, and he patted the manuscript paper in his hand: "Has this already been broadcast?"

I leaned over to take a look, and sorted it out: "It's been broadcast here, these few photos are not..."

"...Well." He muttered to himself, "Why do you feel that you are not organized at all."

!!!

My face turned red: "I put the ones that have been broadcasted on one side, but if I don't pay attention, they will fall off the platform, and then the ones that have not been broadcasted are placed on the other side, and they also fall off and get mixed together! Because I usually do this program by myself, and the seniors and sisters just help me sort out the manuscripts, so there is a little shortage of manpower..."

I added grumpily: "Just wait until we recruit new people."

If I had known Senior Hong was coming on a whim, I would have tidied it up.

Woohoo, I'm such a muddle-headed character.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Senior Hong didn't say anything else, he just nodded and put the two stacks of manuscripts on the table, not forgetting to press them with the stapler and pen on the table.

"Then let's go."

"Uh, um! Hmm!" I hurriedly picked up the schoolbag that was set aside, unzipped it and fumbled for the key, "Come on, I'll turn off the lights and lock the door."

I led Senior Hong out of the radio station, stood at the door, reached into the schoolbag, and dug deep inside.

I was too anxious when I opened the door and came in, so I stuffed the key into my schoolbag, and I don't know where the key has gone now.

"……Take it easy."

Senior Hong was probably surprised by my behavior of bending and jumping with one leg, trying to bend my thigh into a platform to give the schoolbag a foothold. He took the initiative to grab a corner of my schoolbag and help me straighten the schoolbag, his eyes restrained Quickly glanced down.

"...you're wearing a short skirt."

I was very fearless: "It's okay, I'm wearing safety pants....Ah, I found it!"

I pulled out the key that was stuck inside, and inadvertently brought out a not-so-thin booklet in the schoolbag, Senior Hong stretched out his hand to catch it quickly.

"Be careful." He glanced at me, "Are you always so frizzy?"

……

It's because you're next to me!

I'm afraid that your favorability with me will drop if you wait for me!

I am really wronged.

I coughed dryly, closed the door and locked it, and said in my mouth, "No, I'm afraid it's too late to go home!"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Isn't there an exam tomorrow? I have to go home and review more!"

Senior Hong stared at me: "Are you the kind of person who studies hard?"

"I have always been. Didn't the senior meet me in the library?" I widened my eyes, "And I said it many times on the radio!"

"Ah, sorry, I thought you..."

He reservedly cut off the conversation, glanced down at the booklet in his hand, and handed it to me again.

When I reached out to take it, he asked me again: "Do you have younger brothers and sisters in your family?"

"Eh? No, I'm the only child." While stuffing the brochure into my schoolbag, I turned around and motioned for Senior Hong to go downstairs together, "Why do you suddenly want to ask this?"

Senior Hong followed me and blinked: "But, wasn't that brochure just now a high school school selection analysis? It said on the cover, I thought it was because you have younger siblings who are going to higher education."

As he said that, he said to himself again: "Ah, but the first semester is only halfway through now, so it should be considered next year."

I didn't expect that the booklet that fell out just now turned out to be the school introduction my parents gave me, and Senior Hong even saw it.

Speaking of which, if I transfer schools, I won't be able to see Mr. Hong, right?

I'm talking about face-to-face, of course I know that Mr. Hong will often be reported on the news.

When my parents mentioned the matter of transferring schools to me last night, I really wanted to talk to someone.

But because of various concerns, when he sent a text message to Senior Hong, it was just an understatement of "Come on for the exam".

Now that he has started talking again, should I continue chatting with him?

"That school introduction was given to me by my parents."

I carefully glanced at Senior Hong's expression from the corner of my eye.

"They wanted me to transfer schools."

Senior Hong paused slightly, and looked over in a daze: "Transfer school? You? Sen Luo, are you? Why do you want to transfer school?"

I lowered my eyelids, concentrated on counting the steps under my feet, and stepped down step by step: "Because my parents don't like Xiongying, and they don't want me to become a professional hero in the future. They think it's dangerous, and they want me to have a stable life in the future." .”

"..." Senior Hong was silent for a while, then said, "Normally speaking, most parents have this mentality."

Isn't this kind of consolation exactly the same as what Kusuo said?

Where is the particularity of you as my male god and the object of my crush? !

But Senior Hong probably kept his mouth shut and said nothing more out of the original intention of not wanting to pry into other people's privacy.

Because of the reason I confessed to him, I always felt like exposing my shortcomings in exchange for opportunities to communicate, so I didn't mention anything more.

The atmosphere between the two of us became awkward because of the termination of this topic, until we walked out of the school together, there was no opening of the next topic.

"Do you want to take the subway back?"

"Huh? Well, okay."

"I should have missed the rush hour now, and taking the subway is also very fast, don't you still want to go back and review it?"

"Yes, thank you senior."

The basic conversation is this question-and-answer type of awkward chat.

In order to avoid more embarrassment, while waiting for the subway, I took out my phone and pretended to read the news.

... My mobile phone has rarely been so busy.

The notification bar displayed two missed calls from Kasuga-san, as well as unread messages from various places.

Gao Senhege: "...Did I hear it wrong, who is that male voice on the radio? It sounds like your crush?"

Takamori Waka: "Really? Is it really Hongjiaodong? Fujioka is right next to me, he was so scared that he spit out water just now!"

Gao Senhege: "If you have gossip and don't share it, are you sisters?"

I silently poked a message and replied.

Sen Luomian: "Senior sister, touch your conscience, did you share gossip with me?"

Morimian: "Why are you and Fujioka-senpai still together outside the broadcast time, are you dating?"

Sen Luomian: "Did you date behind my back?! Am I the only single dog in the radio station?!"

Gao Senhege: "...We are only together because of class activities, don't you know that we are in the same class?"

Gao Senhege: "Are you sure you are still single?"

I sneaked a glance at Senior Hong who was looking down at the vending machine next to me, pressed "I'm sure" and went back.

After that, I quit to look at other people's information. Besides Takamori-senpai, it was Neko Mata-san and Kasuga-san.

Classmate Maoyou didn't seem to be very concerned about my relationship, but just sent me a text message to tell me that my evening broadcast was not bad, but I stuttered a little and looked nervous.But then I heard Senpai Hong's voice leaking from the microphone, and I guessed that it must be because Senpai Hong was there that I felt a little uncomfortable, and he also expressed encouragement to me.

All the rest of the information comes from Kasuga-san.

Several of her messages were full of exclamation points, and I was speechless.

"Want a drink?" Senior Hong pointed to the vending machine, "Which one do you want to drink?"

"Ah, no need!"

"It's okay, just choose one, I've already invested money."

I ordered a milder green tea with shame.

Just when the subway arrived at the station, Senior Hong reminded me and urged me to get on the subway with him.

Because we just missed the rush hour, we were lucky enough to have a seat together.

... This time we are much closer than last time in the library.

I was holding the phone, and was about to see what other meaningful messages Kasuga had sent me besides the exclamation point. Senior Hong suddenly tilted his head slightly, seemed to sigh silently, and resumed the topic .

"Although it's a bit offensive, but Sen Luo, will you transfer schools?" Because it was in a public place like the subway, he leaned slightly towards me, lowered his head and asked me softly.

I quietly blushed in the background of Mili chanting "Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss" in the background, nodded and shook my head.

"I don't want to transfer schools." I raised my head to meet Senior Shang Hong's gaze, and also lowered my voice, "But I don't have a way to convince my parents..."

Senior Hong nodded, and said with a little regret: "Because my father is also a professional hero, and I have wanted to be a professional hero since I was a child, so I have never encountered such a situation, and I can't give you advice, sorry."

I shook my head: "Senior, if you didn't want to be a professional hero at the beginning, but your family insisted that you become a professional hero, what would you do?"

"There is no such eventuality. I have wanted to be a professional hero since I was a child." Senior Hong emphasized.

...assuming.

Do the seniors not know the meaning of "assumption".

Why would you seriously emphasize your own ideals?

When I first met Mingming, I still thought he was quite cold and arrogant, but now why do I always feel that he is kind of lost... in a daze.

I was slandering, when I heard senior Hong ask me: "Where is Sen Luo? Do you have that strong desire to stay in Xiongying?"

"..."

strong will?

If I had entered an ordinary high school, it would probably be like this now.

There are one or two classmates in the class who have exchanged contact information. If you are lucky, you may have a closer friend who can be a meal partner or something.

The radio station is a surprise, but if I go to another school, I can also join the radio station, but apart from the hero who advocates freedom, I don’t know if other schools can accept my broadcasting style...

Ideal?

The reason why I temporarily changed my choice to be admitted to Xiongying is largely because of my ability...?

Although the personality of summoning ghosts and possessing them is very uncertain, once a suitable soul is summoned, it is bound to play a huge role.

In the final analysis, I just feel that it is a pity that I am not a hero.

In the beginning, I wanted to be a professional idol hero, but now I even feel that a professional broadcast hero is more suitable for me.

...It's strange that I have a reason to be a hero for this mediocre character.

But what's even more strange is that I really don't want to transfer schools.

I can't tell the reason, I just want to stay here and don't want to change my current life.

Is it because of the school atmosphere or something...?

Everyone has the same clear goal, and they all have the heart to work hard.

Just like the "PlusUltra" of the school motto, it has an inexplicable and exciting effect.

However, I can't seem to express what I want to say exactly.

I can only shake my head.

"I don't have any strong will, I'm interested in Xiongying High School..."

I looked at Senior Hong's face, and suddenly realized, and realized again, that if I transferred schools, I wouldn't be able to sit side by side with Senior Hong on the subway home like I am now.

I blinked and confessed again.

"So, Senior Hong, do you have any idea of ​​dating me?" I said, "If I have a boyfriend in Xiongying, maybe I will be more determined."

"..." Senior Hong seemed to have gradually gotten used to the confessions I often uttered, and he actually thought for a while, "But if after dating you, you can't convince your parents and change schools, then why don't you Has it become a long-distance relationship?"

"Eh? Long distance relationship... What's wrong?" I asked tentatively.

He shook his head, frowned and said, "I don't really like long-distance relationships."

……

Wait, senior, why are you so sincere?

Are you seriously considering dating me? !

Am I wrong? !

"So, let's wait until Sen Luo is sure you don't want to transfer to another school before thinking about dating."

He lowered his head slightly, carefully smoothed the folds of his school uniform jacket, and said to me gently.

……

……

What the fuck? !

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