[Comprehensive] Please accept my continuous affection

Until Senior Hong sent me to the door of the house, said goodbye to me as if nothing had happened, and encouraged me to work hard for tomorrow's exam, I still haven't recovered for a long time.

"Why didn't you ask a few more questions just now?"

Kusuo sat on the wall with his legs crossed, his head sideways followed my gaze, and stared at the back of Senpai Toro who left.

"Anyway, ask him to understand what he means, so as to save you from having strange thoughts all the time."

"..." I slowly came back to my senses, and before I had time to reply to Kusuo, I saw Mitsuri leaning over, trying to hold my arm with excitement written all over her face.

Of course it can't be saved.

But even though there was no physical contact, she still expressed her uncontrollable excitement in an excited voice: "Isn't Mr. Hong's meaning already clear?! As long as you don't transfer schools, A Mian, he will date you." !!"

Yes, is it?

Could it be because Senior Hong is very reluctant to part with the program of the radio station's A Mian Heartbeat Heartbeat Calling Channel, so he betrayed his appearance/appearance to try to keep me?

...Is this too ridiculous? !

Kusuo snorted, with a "you know this is ridiculous" expression all over his face.

"Because if it's just a normal relationship, you definitely wouldn't say that, right?!" Mitsuri tried to convince Kusuo and me, she actively interpreted Tomo-senpai's behavior just now, "He might not say that with other girls Ah! It’s because it’s A Mian who said that! So A Mian must be special to Mr. Toro-senpai!”

"Hmm..." I pondered, "To be honest, I don't know Mr. Hong very well, so I don't know how he gets along with other women... On the surface, he shouldn't be such a carefree man, right? "

"Anyone can't tell from the surface whether they are serious or not?...Of course I don't mean that your senpai is serious." Kusuo frowned, as if he was a little speechless to me, "If you care about the answer so much, how about Just give him a call and ask."

……

I, I don't have the courage for now.

And now there are more serious things to face.

Is there any way to convince my parents?

With a headache, I pushed open the door.

"……I'm back--"

After opening the door, I was stunned for a few seconds, and when I smelled the aroma of food in the hallway, I greeted him belatedly.

"Welcome back."

Dad abducted from the living room, holding a newspaper very homely.

"Okay, shall we come to eat after changing our shoes?"

However, as I expected, I picked up the chopsticks and picked up an egg roll, and the mother sitting opposite me asked, "Have you read the information I compiled for you?"

Dad glanced at his mother and said disapprovingly, "Should we talk about this kind of topic after dinner?"

"Because I'm a little anxious." Mom and Dad looked at each other, "Aren't you too? The project in charge called you at least seven or eight calls today, and I heard them all."

"Then you can wait until after dinner to discuss with Mianmian."

I bit the end of the chopsticks, and my eyes slid back and forth between the two of them.

"I seriously thought about it today." I cleared my throat and drew their attention. "I also looked through the schools I sorted out. There are indeed many excellent schools."

After a pause, I met their eyes and shrugged: "But I still don't want to transfer schools."

Mom frowned and persuaded: "I know that for you now, you have just entered high school and you are familiar with your classmates and friends. It is really unacceptable for you to transfer to another school suddenly. But even if you transfer, you can still follow the old school. contacted by friends."

I suddenly thought of Senior Hong's understatement, "I don't like long-distance relationships"...

Damn, I can't calm down at all when I think of Mr. Hong, I must ask him what he means!

"Mom and Dad, if I insist on not transferring, will you force me to transfer?" I asked.

Mom and Dad looked at each other in embarrassment, and Mom coughed lightly: "Aren't we discussing with you?"

"I hope Mianmian can understand our painstaking efforts." Dad added slowly.

"If you must ignore my will and let me transfer, I can't say anything." I let out a breath slowly, "But I still insist, I don't want to transfer, every day I live now is very meaningful. I also know that you are worried that if I go down this road and become a professional hero, I will put myself in danger. But I still feel that every day I live now is what I want day."

Dad put down his chopsticks and stared at me silently: "I still think that Mianmian's safety is the most important thing."

"Even if I become a professional hero, I won't necessarily die because of my profession?"

Dad smiled: "But is the probability of a professional hero being injured 80.00% or something like [-]%? Dad doesn't want to get hurt."

"However, someone has to do it." I looked back at my father, "If everyone is afraid of getting hurt, then who can shoulder the burden of protecting society? ...Of course I am not saying that my ideal is to save the world, I just think that I can do it, I am suitable for it, and I can do it better than others, so when I have nothing else to do, it is best for me to do what I am good at.”

Mom frowned: "Amian, why do you think you are good at this?"

"...Because I think it's much easier to fight and kill than to write reports and analyze like parents." I said simply.

"But your theoretical grades are not bad either."

"Ah, but after all, theory is more troublesome than practice..."

Dad sighed and greeted me: "Let's eat first, no matter what, your mother and I still hope that you can transfer to another school."

"My attitude is also very clear." I said solemnly, "I am living a very happy life now, and I don't want to transfer schools."

"Understood." Dad hissed lightly, "I'll discuss it with your mother."

I don't think Dad was convinced by me.

But I still emphasized: "I said I am suitable to be a hero, that is, I am really suitable. I will prove it to you."

"..." Mom's eyebrows seemed to pinch a fly to death, "Don't get hurt, Mian!"

"Know it."

After a hasty meal, I nestled in the room, pretending to take a book and put it on the desk.

...can't see it at all.

"Is it my illusion? I feel that you have much more confidence when arguing with your parents today, and you seem to be a different person from yesterday."

Kusuo sat on the window sill, squinting at me.

Mitsuri was sitting on my carpet with her knees hugged, watching a dating variety show on my tablet, and when Kusuo said this, she interjected, "This is the power of love!"

"...She is unrequited love."

"How can it be unrequited love!" Mitsuri quarreled with Kusuo, "Obviously, Mr. Toro-senpai has clearly responded to Mian today."

"Really?" Kusuo raised his eyebrows and looked at me, "What are you doing with your phone? Do you want to send him a message to confirm?"

"...!" I pressed my hand on the screen for a moment, and said with a little guilty conscience, "I really mind! I don't know what Senior Hong expressed... I think I won't be able to sleep all night if I don't ask clearly. of!"

"Well, then you can ask. Don't have unrealistic fantasies."

The question is how to ask?

Shouldn't it be a detour... It seems a bit too impertinent to ask directly.

"...I'm not quite sure now if the person who confessed to you on the school radio is not you." Kusuo said, "You can just ask directly, and the person who detours may not be able to tell."

No, we still have to pave the way!

Thinking this way, I organized the speech for 5 minutes, and finally sent the information to Mr. Hong.

Sen Luomian: "Good evening, Senior Hong, I have already told my parents that I don't want to transfer schools, thank you for your support today."

Ahh!

sent!

I don't know when I will receive a reply, it's too painful... Hey, did you reply so soon? !

I originally planned to throw the phone aside to escape the reality for a while, but unexpectedly, the phone buzzed and vibrated a few times soon, indicating that new information had entered.

Hong Jiaodong: "You're welcome, it would be best if you can express your wishes to your parents. After all, Xiongying is a very good school. If you don't want to transfer, you can communicate with your parents, and there will always be a way. of."

Sen Luomian: "...But I feel that Mom and Dad still haven't changed their minds. I'm probably not very good at debating. It's really hard to refute the other party."

Hong Jiaodong: "It's not a debating competition, Sen Luo just needs to convey his heart to his parents, then parents who love you will definitely understand."

Sen Luomian: "What if you don't understand?"

Hong Jiaodong: "At this age, if you insist on doing what you want, even your parents can't stop you."

Sen Luomian: "..."

Morimian: "Senior, it seems that you suddenly made a very serious speech as if nothing had happened."

Hong Jiaodong: "Is there? I'm just telling the truth and giving you some references from my point of view."

I bit my lip lightly, and the corners of my mouth curled up.

Sen Luomian: "Does the senior don't want me to transfer?"

Hong Jiaodong: "Well, the broadcast is quite interesting."

Morimian: "Just because of the broadcast?"

Hong Jiaodong: "Otherwise...?"

Is he really just because of the broadcast? !

So which scumbag said today's ambiguous "make sure you don't transfer to another school before considering whether to date or not"? !

I felt an inexplicable fire rising in my chest, and I was pressing on the screen, planning to question Senior Hong at length, when he sent another message.

Hong Jiaodong: "However, although my junior and I don't have much contact with each other, we still have a lot of fate. Not just a relationship like a senior and a junior, but a bit like a friend?"

Hong Jiaodong: "For my friend's sake, I also hope that you can stay with Xiongying and work hard together."

……

I calmly looked at Senior Hong's message, slowly deleted the question in the input box, and resent the message.

Sen Luomian: "What kind of friend? Ask a good friend on the simple road?"

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

Hong Jiaodong: "...Sen Luo, don't start strange topics without authorization."

Sen Luomian: "I've just started, have you noticed it already?"

Hong Jiaodong: "Don't you want to study hard?"

Sen Luomian: "It's okay, I've finished watching."

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

I had a faint premonition of failure in my heart, but I decided to break through the ambiguity.

If you are rejected, you should be rejected completely, so as not to have unnecessary hopes as Kusuo said.

Sen Luomian: "I thought the senior on the subway today meant that as long as I don't transfer schools, he will date me?"

Hong Jiaodong: "...How is it possible, you misunderstood."

Sen Luomian: "!!! The context at the time clearly meant that! You still said that I misunderstood?!"

If I transferred to another school, I would definitely be pissed off by that bastard, Hong Jiaodong!

Hong Jiaodong: "Obviously it's Sen Luo, you're even more strange. We obviously don't know each other very well, and we don't have much contact with each other. Why do you say words like "like" and "association" so frankly."

Sen Luomian: "Have the seniors been confessed to by strangers less often?"

Hong Jiaodong: "...Sen Luo, you are different."

I'd still ask him out for a one-on-one meal.

He clearly refused to agree to my confession, and said some ambiguous sentences as if nothing had happened.

Are you kidding me? !

Hong Jiaodong: "I don't hate Sen Luo, but I don't like it to the extent that I need to date."

Hong Jiaodong: "So don't tell me rashly that you want to date, let's get along more."

Ok?

I repeatedly read Senior Hong's message, stuck out my tongue and licked my lips, took a light breath, and smiled.

Sen Luomian: "Senior means that for the purpose of deepening/deepening mutual understanding, we have more frequent and warm contacts than before. Is it accepted by the senior?"

Hong Jiaodong: "That's what it means."

Sen Luomian: "Then go home together like today?"

Hong Jiaodong: "Yes. But I sometimes live in the dormitory, and I can stay with you when I go home."

Sen Luomian: "Then send a message to chat like tonight, or even make a phone call?"

Hong Jiaodong: "Well, if the homework is done, it's fine."

Sen Luomian: "Let's hang out together on weekends!"

Hong Jiaodong: "If there are no social practice tasks...it's fine."

Sen Luomian: "Then hold hands together when we go home!"

Hong Jiaodong: "...? This doesn't seem appropriate?"

I pouted.

cut.

The author has something to say: I played it.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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5 bottles of Amomo; 2 bottles of Yukimura's cutie;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!