Wednesday morning, the scene was the same as usual..

Yukino Riho got up half an hour earlier than usual. She rode her newly purchased women's bicycle to a nearby bakery and bought a basket of bread. Returning to the store, she moved a stool to sit in front of the store to ensure that she could see clearly.

Full view of the riverside road.

The streets were still immersed in darkness, the streetlights dimly lit up with warm lights, and white mist floated between the buildings.

At ten minutes past six, a somewhat familiar figure broke through the morning fog and emerged from the haze.

Here he comes.

She has a slender figure, clear eyes, and sexy lips that are always slightly pursed.

Yukino Riho stood up and came to the store door, planning to welcome him into the store.

result……

The young man ran right past her without even turning his head.

He will come in when we return...right?

Yukino Riho comforted herself and waited patiently.

When it was close to seven o'clock, the boy turned back and passed by the store again.

Seeing his figure from a distance, Yukino Riho came to the front of the store again, with a business-like smile on her face.

The young man ran directly in front of her, his pace didn't stop at all, and he walked away quickly.

?

Yukino Riho was stunned for a long time, rubbing her temples helplessly.

I'll sit on the road tomorrow and I won't believe he can't see it.

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On Thursday, Yukino Riho moved her stool to the bank of the Sumida River early in the morning, holding a book and reading while waiting.

It was still 6:10, and the young man arrived as promised.

Yukino Riho noticed, but when he saw himself, his expression was obviously stunned.

Now you have to say hello... She thought a little angrily.

result……

The young man ran past without looking back.

Um.

Probably, he didn't say hello because he was afraid of disturbing the rhythm of his morning run. He would definitely stop when he returned.

Yukino Riho comforted herself again.

It was close to seven o'clock again, and the boy turned back from the direction of the Sky Tree. His footsteps could be heard in the distance. Yukino Riho slightly smoothed her bangs on her forehead and sat upright facing him.

When he saw her from a distance, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but be stunned again.

What is this stupid woman doing?

It was early in the morning, and I was sitting on the roadside with a book in my hands, but I didn't even open the book, and I didn't look at it at all, with an absent-minded expression.

Is she fishing?

I didn’t see the fishing rod either!

When running past her, Fujiwara Izaya took a serious look at her. He didn't pay much attention to her in the past few days. After taking a closer look, he realized that she was quite beautiful.

The eyes are as dark as ink, clear and charming.

She has soft and light long black hair with a hint of light brown; she has a relatively slender figure, and the lines of her neck and shoulders are so thin that they seem to break with the slightest touch, but she has an unusually plump upper body and legs.

Slender, smooth and graceful lines.

The elegant and refined oval face looks a bit like a snow girl's to him.

Especially her sickly white skin, which may feel as cold as a snow girl's.

Although Fujiwara Izaya has no interest in human appearance, he must admit that this woman has a charm that naturally touches people's hearts, like some kind of monster that can bewitch people's hearts.

Observe a little bit.

Draw conclusions.

He looks very good, but it's a pity that he is a human being.

Fujiwara Izaya sighed and passed by her.

"...Are you leaving now?" Yukino Riho's eyes twitched slightly, her expression was very complicated.

never mind.

Just pretend you have never seen this person before.

she thought.

He looks good, but unfortunately he is a human being.

The cool morning breeze picked up a few garbage bags and flew on the street. At a quiet moment when the city was not yet noisy, Yukino Riho walked back to the store carrying a small stool. Her thin body looked so small in the cold morning wind. The picture

It adds a bit of desolation.

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Friday, April 17th.

As usual, Fujiwara Izaya took the train from Asakusabashi Station to school.

Wearing headphones on his head, he hummed along to the Spanish songs inside and swayed his body to the beat from time to time.

He is very talented when it comes to learning foreign languages. In the first year after arriving in Tokyo, he used his spare time to master German proficiently. He is currently learning Spanish. In his third year, he plans to learn Portuguese, a language from the same family.

After graduating from college, I will first travel around the world. When I get tired of it, I will go to Takamagahara without any worries.

The tram was swaying, and the sun shined through the glass windows, illuminating the carriage.

The three female students who were squeezed together kept looking at Fujiwara Izaya from the side, sometimes staring at his slender fingers, sometimes staring at his straight nose, one of them even showed a slut-like smile.

Arrive at the station and get off.

The female student showed a reluctant expression.

Fujiwara Izaya walked slowly and entered the school at eight-twenty.

The cherry blossoms on the school road are blooming more and more beautifully, but the flower season will end in about a week. If you want to see the sea of ​​cherry blossoms again, you have to wait until next spring.

While changing shoes in the shoe cabinet, Fujiwara Izaya heard movement next door, like someone confessing their love, and the voice was a bit familiar. He curiously moved his head over to take a look.

"Senior Yamamoto, what is this for..."

"Xiaoike-san, please date me!"

oh.

It's Ikeda Seiji's green plum, her name is Koike Masami.

The person who confessed to her was a tall boy, wearing brand new basketball shoes. He looked pretty good. Fujiwara Izaya gave him a six.

Looking at the pink envelope, Masami Koike's eyes turned into crescent moons: "Senior Yamamoto, is this really for me?"

"Of course!" The boy named Yamamoto raised his head, his face flushed with excitement, "From the first time I saw Koike at the opening ceremony, I fell in love with you at first sight!"

You are clearly motivated by sex... Fujiwara Izaya complained while wearing it.

"Thank you. Senior is also my favorite sporty boy." Koike Masami nodded happily and took the love letter, "I will accept it first. If I want to give a specific reply, I will first see if the love letter is touching enough.

But don’t worry, senior, I have a very good impression of you, so the chances are great."

Fujiwara Izaya looked away, put on his indoor shoes, closed the shoe cabinet door and left.

He has never been very interested in other people's private affairs.

But if Ikeda Seiji, the biggest financial backer, is cheated, his income may drop sharply, so he has to treat this matter carefully.

When we arrived at the classroom, there were still ten minutes before the 8:30 class time, and the monitor was collecting homework from each subject.

"Hi, Fujiwara, good morning." Ikeda Seiji greeted warmly.

"……Good morning."

Looking at his beaming face, Fujiwara Izaya hesitated to speak.

Actually, Koike-san just accepted a love letter from another boy, right? It's not a big deal, so he might not agree to it.

And even if he agrees, it can't be regarded as cuckolding Ikeda Seiji. After all, the two are just childhood sweethearts, not real lovers...right?
Chapter completed!