[Comprehensive] Please accept my continuous affection

"Good morning, it's time for the much-anticipated morning broadcast again. I am Sen Luomian, the broadcaster who has been with you all morning and evening."

This morning, I was still sitting in the radio station of the event building, lazily fiddled with the microphone while talking.

"Today is a special day. The first-year hero department will have a week-long social practice today. As a first-year hero department, I will leave school today to participate in social activities arranged by the school."

"After careful research at our radio station, we decided to suspend the morning and evening broadcasts for a week. Of course, the weather forecast is still going on as usual."

"Although I have a hunch that a lot of manuscripts will be accumulated within a week of leaving. Under such circumstances, the review of manuscripts will inevitably be more stringent. So, don't keep submitting boring manuscripts. Our broadcasting station reviews manuscripts manually. Don’t waste our time and energy.”

Senior Gao Sen, who was putting useless manuscripts into the shredder, couldn't help looking over, shrugged and complained: "I vaguely remember when the radio station was first established, you even broadcast club advertisements."

"No way, the radio station is in progress. It is impossible to broadcast boring manuscripts all the time. It will soon lose popular support."

I am very relaxed about broadcasting information now, and I don’t bother to turn off the microphone even if I am answering questions from the seniors and sisters of the broadcasting station.Some listeners sent me letters on this point, saying that it feels very cordial, just like chatting with friends.

Although I took the poisonous mouth route...

"Now that the important announcement has been broadcasted, let's move on to the submission of Sen Luo's heartbeat and heartbeat, which we will suspend for a week."

I picked up the manuscript that senior sister Gao Sen specially helped me sort out next to me, and flipped through it casually.

"Well, let's proceed—"

"Senior Sahara from the general department of the third grade——'Dear Miss Announcer, Sen Luo Xuemei, hello, I am already a senior in high school, and I will be graduating soon. Before I graduated, I didn't expect that there would be such a junior in the school Brave and lovely people set up a radio station with no sense of existence. Listening to the morning and evening broadcasts of the school girl every day, there is a feeling of being with the school girl all the time. Haha, although it is just my delusion, but I really have a good impression of the school girl .As a senior who has been in Xiongying for two years more than my junior, please give me some advice. Although I am a general subject...'”

I paused, interspersed with a little complaint.

"It seems to be a personal letter that contains true feelings. Speaking of which, I have been looking forward to a love letter like a manga when I open my shoe cabinet, but it has always been a pity that it has never happened. It is a radio show. I received a lot of letters beginning with my name. You just want me to express my beliefs? This third-year senior Sawara, thank you very much for your attention, and I think it is important for the seniors of the third grade to guide the juniors of the first grade. Things that are taken for granted will not change because of the different classes, so you can be a little more confident in the future."

"Then continue.' Sen Luo Xuemei is a very talented and capable person, but what is amazing is that she is actually a love brain. This is the first time I heard someone occupying the time of the school broadcasting the school bulletin to make a love confession. It really took me I was shocked.'—So you must frantically flog the corpse of my whole school confession? I don’t want to mention it anymore! I don’t want to mention it!”

I sighed heavily.

"'The junior who won the first place in the sports festival is very dazzling. It would be a pity if such a junior was delayed by a high school romance. When the junior has experienced the social practice of the coming week, you will find that our The school is too small. The outside world is big, and there are many excellent people. Although the ignorant romance in high school is also wonderful, there are still many outstanding young men in the society. The school girl can take a long-term view. Ah, school girl I will definitely wonder why I have such a feeling that I am clearly a high school student and not a social person... In fact, this is how I broke up with my ex-girlfriend, and the person she is dating now is a mature social person...'”

"...It's really hard work for you to expose your scars and let me understand the truth of the world, Senior Sawara." I glanced at the remaining few paragraphs, closed the manuscript paper, and calmly planned to end, "Actually, I also have a new one recently. The perception of..."

Before I could finish speaking, I felt Senior Sister Gao Sen, who leaned over to read my broadcast manuscript out of curiosity, patted my shoulder lightly: "Isn't there still a part that hasn't been broadcast? Why isn't it broadcast?"

I sighed, interrupted my words, and turned to Senior Sister Gao Sen and said, "It's irrelevant, so I won't rebroadcast it."

"Hey, but the audience should be very curious, right?" Sister Gao Sen poked me on the shoulder, "I'm dying of curiosity too, since I'm already a senior in high school, I don't have a few broadcast times, why don't I give it to you?" Have you finished reading?"

I could only sigh again, and helplessly unfolded the manuscript paper I had folded.

"Then, at the request of Senior Sister Gao Sen, the representative of the audience, by the way, because she is a third-year senior who is about to graduate, she took special care of her and made an exception to finish reading the second half of the manuscript. I emphasize again, after this level of manuscripts, I will pay attention to them in the future. It will not be broadcast, so please submit carefully."

"'To sum up, I just don't like the humble appearance of the school girl chasing after the sweetheart. Every time I hear the school girl teasing her about this fruitless relationship, I feel a little heartbroken. Obviously the school girl is also very good Likable girl. On the surface, the selection of the radio station does have the level of attracting the attention of the students, but if this is to let the school girls uncover their scars again and again, I think it is better to choose other aspects The manuscript is more reasonable.'”

"'And I will soon become a social person. If the junior girl wants to date, why not think about me? If the junior girl has a date, the manuscripts of the radio station that pay attention to the emotional life of the junior girl will also Cut it down. Hehe.'”

I read the last modal particle in a dull tone, looked up at Senior Gao Sen, and raised an eyebrow at her, with the meaning of "are you satisfied?" on my face.

Senior sister Gao Sen frowned and pushed my shoulder: "Please explain quickly, otherwise everyone will think that you are oppressed at the radio station. Tell everyone the fact that Fujioka and I are enslaved by you!"

"...Senior sister, pay attention to your wording. I usually respect you and Fujioka-senpai. If you say that, what will everyone think of me?" I complained.

"The above is the full text of Senior Sahara's contribution. I am very grateful for the suggestion from the bottom of my heart, senior. If there is no ending that is slightly more selfish, I will be moved."

I folded up the manuscript and handed it to Senior Sister Gao Sen who was next to me. After she took it, she unfolded it and read it.

"Senior sister asked me to clarify to everyone that the selection of manuscripts for the radio station is indeed based on interest. The manuscripts were first screened by senior sisters. After the weight is sufficient, senior sisters will connect with me to confirm these contents. Is there any problem? When I broadcast, I will select the manuscripts from among them. Generally, the number of manuscripts is determined by the time of broadcast. For example, today my sister gave me ten manuscripts, but only this one is from Senior Sahara. It's enough to last for 10 minutes, then the remaining nine articles will be imported into the next batch of manuscripts, and go through the screening process of the seniors again."

"That is to say, I am actually in charge of the draft of the radio station. As long as I don't want to, I can import this draft into the next draft infinitely."

"Everyone may feel wronged for me like Senior Sawara, and feel that the radio station is using my own... well, the stupid things I did on the spur of the moment as a gimmick, and embarrassing psychological torture to me time and time again. But in fact, I am not I don’t think it’s such a shameful thing, but it’s also a very commemorative campus fun.”

"Of course, it's not that I don't know what Senior Sahara said. In the future, we will reduce the topics related to me. Didn't we start a new guest column, and we will make guest announcements in the future, so that everyone's contributions will be around on the guests."

"About Mr. Sahara-senpai's heartache when I reveal my scar... Wake up, it's not a scar at all, it's a medal for Ms. Mori's indomitable spirit!"

"Well, that's all for today's broadcast. Because our social practice starts at noon, so today's evening broadcast is only the weather forecast of Fujioka-senpai. See you in a week. I am the announcer Mori Ramen, Don't forget me, everyone."

The broadcast ended smoothly, I turned off the microphone, took a long breath, and stood up.

"Are you going to do a social internship today?" Senior Sister Gao Sen patted me on the back with concern, "Although I don't know what the social internship in your Hero Department is like, let's work hard, and you can talk to senior sister if you have any difficulties. I'll tell you."

After a pause, she shrugged again: "But you have too many people to confide in, and I probably won't be able to turn to me."

I don't think I'll have anything to confide in.

Thinking this way, I said goodbye to the gentle Gao Sen-senpai, walked out of the gate of the radio station, and walked down the stairs.

During this period, Mitsuri has been quietly floating behind me, and the whole person has fallen into an extremely depressed state.

Ha, is she okay?

Even if I have no progress with Senior Hong, she shouldn't be so sad, right?

"Who knows." Kusuo also rarely followed me, he floated in the air and glanced at Mitsuri, "Maybe the two-color hair didn't play cards according to the routine and hit her."

Senior Hong is simply too simple, his brain circuit is still different from ordinary people, and it is too difficult to conquer him.

"Mitsuri." I turned my head and called her, "Are you all right? Going out for social practice today, take this opportunity to relax?"

"Okay..." She replied weakly.

Seeing her lack of energy, I could only comfort her: "Although you were summoned because of my relationship, I don't have any demands on the relationship recently, so don't dig into the horns."

Mitsuri pouted: "But Amian obviously likes Mr. Senpai, right?"

"It was originally, but now I'm not sure." I murmured, "Now I feel like it doesn't matter if I can't date Hong-senpai."

While speaking, I had already walked out of the gate on the first floor of the activity building, and I saw the conspicuous senior Hong sitting by the flower garden in front of the building at a glance.

...I think his purpose of sitting here seems to have no other option but to wait for me.

It's too late, this man doesn't really like me, does he?Suddenly, without warning, at this critical moment when I've come to terms with the fact that we're fine as friends?

Mitsuri looked at Senior Toro with a complicated expression: "...I really don't know what he is thinking."

"I don't know." I replied, "He really is a mysterious man."

"I guess he doesn't even know what he's thinking." Kusuo complained in a cool tone.

Seeing me coming out, Senior Hong raised his hand at me, and I walked over.

"Good morning." He looked at me, "I'm going to social practice today, where is my luggage?"

"The luggage has been put on the bus one step ahead." I replied, "At noon, the whole class will take the bus to the station together, and then go to various offices by bus."

"That's it, have you decided which one it is?" He asked, bending his eyes.

"Paper Shooter, Ekishot's office."

Seeing him nodding, I asked again: "Why is the senior here?"

"We just finished our morning practice, and when we walked over, we heard the news that your morning broadcast had ended, so we sat here to rest and wondered if we would meet you." Senior Hong curled his lips into a simple smile, "You It just happened to come down, what a coincidence."

...are you serious?

The radio station is on the third floor of the activity building. If I go to the teaching building, I must come out of the activity building.

And you are sitting by the flowerbed in front of the activity building.

It wasn't a coincidence that we met, it was inevitable.

I really don't know how to get along with Senior Hong.

To say that he likes me, every time I confess to him that I want to date him, he refuses without hesitation.

If he doesn't like me, he will always show his presence in front of me unconsciously. All kinds of behaviors seem to show his affection for me.

I am really convinced.

Is Senior Hong a lover of the ambiguous period?

In this case, it would be more straightforward and neat to break off the relationship directly, right?

I sorted out my mood and sat down half a meter away from Mr. Hong.

No matter what the intention of senior Hong is, I have to make it clear to him.

To save him from always making my heart flutter.

Could it be that he possesses some god-like push-pull technique?

"I also listened to today's broadcast." Senior Hong still had that kind of gentle tone that made people angry, "Ah... I feel that I am a little different from others. Is it because I am weird?"

I paused as I was thinking about my words, and looked at him sideways: "What?"

"Didn't you read the manuscript of the third-grade senior today?" He tilted his head slightly and looked at me with a confused tone, "The senior said that every time he heard you read the manuscript that made fun of your whole school confession, he would I feel like I'm exposing your scars, and my heart aches for you."

"The manuscript is indeed written like this." I raised my eyebrows and emphasized, "But I don't feel that my scars have been exposed. This is just the wishful thinking of Senior Zuo Yuan."

Senior Hong's tone became even more confused.

"But I really like listening to you read manuscripts in this area. Am I too weird?"

He paused and frowned.

"In the beginning, I didn't like it at first. There is always a feeling of being discussed about privacy, although you will always manually mosaic it when you broadcast, even if it is useless."

"However, probably after getting acquainted with you, I think it is a very happy thing to hear you mention me in the broadcast."

"Especially when talking about the whole school's confession."

"I clearly remember that when I heard the whole school broadcast that day, my mind went blank, completely speechless, bored, and a little bit angry."

"But after that, when I listened to your morning and evening broadcasts every day, I recalled the scene of that day over and over again, and I just felt..."

"Just think?" I looked at him and murmured repeatedly.

He lowered his eyelids, staring at his finger on the edge of the flowerbed, his little finger was moving unconsciously, which seemed to indicate his current daze and slight nervousness.

"I just feel a little shameful joy." He said quickly, "I'm obviously not the kind of person who derives a sense of accomplishment from other people's confessions... Have I become despicable? But I still can't deceive myself, I still I feel happy and satisfied, and there is a wonderful feeling of the warmth of my chest being filled..."

He added in a daze: "Obviously others have confessed to me, but why am I only impressed by your confession? Is it just because the whole school confessed?"

"Of course not, you will be impressed because it is my confession."

I pursed my lips, took a light breath, and looked back at him silently.

I swallowed the severance declaration that I had organized for a long time.

"You like being confessed by me, don't you?"

"You like meeting me, don't you?"

"You like talking to me too, don't you?"

"Senior, you actually like me very much, don't you?"

I watched him open his mouth slightly, the corners of his ears turned pink little by little, but he couldn't utter a single rebuttal.

"It's strange, you, senior, you obviously like me, but you don't want to date me." I also find it a little hard to understand, "In that case, what will you do if I date someone else?"

The senior gave a pause: "...you won't associate with others casually."

"Of course I will." I said deadpan, "I'm a super impatient person, and I'm also very aware of current affairs. If this road doesn't work, I won't hang around the intersection all the time, I will choose without hesitation. Next way."

"..."

"So let me confirm again, senior, do you like me?"

Senior Hong's pupils calmed down from the slight shaking of being at a loss.

His lips were drawn into a straight line, and after a moment of stalemate with me, he answered "Yes" in a low voice.

……what?

He actually admitted it.

I thought he was the type who wouldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death. After all, he didn't want to associate with me.

Then, should I take advantage of this momentum and ask him if he wants to date?

"Ah, hello! Mian!"

Kusuo's anxious voice suddenly sounded, I was startled, and turned to look in his direction.

In order to make it easier for me to communicate freely with Toro-senpai, he and Mitsuri stood next to the flower garden a little far away from me.

Mitsuri now has tears in her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, exuding a faint light, seeing me looking over, she showed me a moving smile.

"That's great, A Mian, your love has come true."

Her whole body was glowing with light spots, which were so transparent that she couldn't see clearly below her calf.

I was startled, stood up hastily, and took a few steps in her direction.

"Hey, Mitsuri!" I reached out to touch her spirit body, wanting her to try the possession skill, "What's going on?"

"I was originally summoned because of A Mian's love affair." Mitsuri said with a smile, "Now that A Mian and his sweetheart are connected, my mission is completed. Even if I disappear here, I have no regrets."

...Wait, does my personality have such a limitation that I must disappear if I hold the spirit to fulfill the purpose of the summoning?

I've never paid attention to this setting!

"Take good care of yourself, Mian." Mitsuri whispered, "It would be nice if we could meet again in the future... Ah, no, no, it's enough to summon something because of a relationship. A Mian will take good care of Hong Let’s get along, Mr. Senior, in this way, even if we can’t meet each other, I’m still very happy.”

I never realized that the holding spirit disappears so quickly.

Just in the blink of an eye, Mitsuri was no longer seen in the flower garden.

"……Do not be sad."

Kusuo reached out to me, as if he wanted to touch my face, but he withdrew his hand as if realizing that it was futile.

"Don't cry, there are still innocent people."

As soon as I finished speaking, my wrist was held by senior Hong who was left in the cold for a while.

He tilted his head to look at my face, with a cautious tone: "...Are you unhappy? Why are you crying?"

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感谢在2019-11-3000:26:07~2019-12-0100:33:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ji Yue Yue Yue Yue 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: Amomo, want to see MAMO5 bottles; Ryoko-2 bottles;

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