"What's wrong?"

I found myself after talking about changing the shoe cabinet.

Natsume Mio stared at herself.

Beiyuan Nanfeng asked with a smile.

Natsume Mio said coquettishly: "...I'll tell you, what do you think of my shoe cabinet?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng jokingly said, "No, I see you understand so much. You must have received it. I have never received it. And you all say I am a girl. I care a lot about who dares to chase me, Beiyuan Nanfeng's sister, right? Let me tell you, who dares to steal you from me, and I will give him a discount if I find out."

Mio Natsume: "…"

Beiyuan Nanfeng’s emotional intelligence is not usually high.

But sometimes.

Will hit critically.

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought about it and added: "In addition, if you can change the shoe cabinet with me, you can know who will send me a love letter, just kill two birds with one stone."

Natsume Mio looked at Kitanhara's Nanfeng's expression as if she was really serious, not the so-called joke, and said a little amused: "...I haven't received it. Have you seen a boy who can write letters? Is it more text messages?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng pondered for a moment and said, "Oh, is this the letter limited to women? Then show me your phone..."

"...Brother Yi, is it fun to tease me?"

Natsume Mio kneaded Kitahara Nanfeng's left hand hard, lowered his head, and finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Even if she is familiar with Beiyuan Nanfeng and spends time together, she is just a JK.

Kitahara Nanfeng didn't notice that Natsume's ears were red, and said, "I'm not kidding you, I mean it."

“…”

Natsume Mio suddenly stood up and dragged Kitahara's Nanfeng's hand toward the gymnasium.

"What are you doing? Someone can't really send you a text message to confess, right?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng followed her, looking at her youthful back in sportswear, she said seriously.

"Yes, yes, but I refused. I was wrong, brother, don't say this."

Natsume Mio pulled Kitahara Nanfeng to speed up her pace.

In the end, I almost ran away.

She didn't know why, but now she wanted to escape from crowded places.

It is definitely impossible for her to say that no one pursues her.

After all, Japanese high school students...are in love per capita.

But to be honest, so many people's pursuits are not as good as the lethality brought to Mio Natsume by a simple sentence by Kitahara Nanfeng...

No matter what others say.

Mio Natsume could refuse expressionlessly.

But when Beiyuan Nanfeng said something, she instinctively wanted to run away.

Ten minutes later.

Next to the vending machine.

Natsume Mio and Kitahara Nanfeng found a seat and sat down next to each other.

"Brother of righteousness is a fool."

"That's a girl, girl."

"Brother Yes, look at the name, that's you, do you want to beat yourself up..."

“…”

In the end, Mio Natsume gave her cell phone to Kitahara Nanfeng.

She hugged her knees and looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng with a serious look on her face. She regretted that she was both angry and funny while talking about the topic of love letters.

The wind blew towards the two of them with a heat wave.

Lift up the hair of both of them.

Summer is here.

...

The ball game conference is over.

This day.

The North Yuan Nanfeng was sweating freely, leaving some people with the impression that "the North Yuan Nanfeng is actually quite handsome". There was basically no other gain.

oh.

If enjoying youth is considered a reward, then he can barely achieve something.

afternoon.

At the time when most of the students went home one after another, because they agreed to Yui Miyata, Kitahara Nanfeng went to the Qingyin Department.

As usual, I opened the sliding door with my bag on my back.

Kaori Iwai is already inside.

She sat quietly as always.

It seems that I haven't moved today.

She sat quietly behind the long table, looked down at the book, and heard the sound of pulling the door, but just looked up and found that it was Beiyuan Nanfeng. She nodded slightly, and then continued to look down at the book in her hand.

Beiyuan Nanfeng closed the door, put down the bag on his shoulder, and greeted him: "Good afternoon."

Kaori Iwai hesitated for a moment, then looked up again, nodding slightly.

"Thank you."

Without waiting for her to bow again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng thanked her.

"...Why?" Kaori Iwai pushed the glasses on the bridge of his small nose, revealing a little puzzled expression.

"Come on me."

Kaori Iwai hesitated for a while and whispered: "I didn't reject you at that time, it was my problem."

Kitanohara Nanfeng shook his head with a smile: "Don't make it seem like he's forced to cheer me up. It's not surprising that he cheered with the members, right? I'm very curious, are there no competitions in your class? I see you haven't changed your clothes and always wear school uniforms and pantyhose."

"... Kitanohara, although the people from the baseball department downstairs have left, there is still a football department below."

Beiyuan Nanfeng said expressionlessly: "Okay, just talk about how many tough guys there are in the football department."

“Seven or eight.”

"I answered seriously."

Beiyuan Nanfeng was so funny and laughed: "Just ask, do you understand the chat?"

“…I just don’t like physical education.”

Kaori Iwai hesitated for a moment, replied softly, and then continued to look down at the book.

Beiyuan Nanfeng opened his mouth and was about to continue speaking.

Clang.

The door of the Qingyin part was pulled open with force.

Miyata Yui jumped in from outside the corridor with full energy.

Kitahara Nanfeng and Iwai Kaori looked back.

Yui Miyata jumped in place and compared the scissors hand to the two.

The vitality is about to overflow.

Kaori Iwai took a deep breath: "I said it many times! The door will break."

Yui Miyata ignored her.

After closing the door with force.

She trotted behind Beiyuan Nanfeng, grabbed Beiyuan Nanfeng's school uniform and pulled it with some excitement.

"Let go."

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned around and grabbed her lower ponytails, and pulled it back with color.

Yui Miyata finally calmed down a little.

She smiled at Beiyuan Nanfeng, then took out her mobile phone, quickly wrote out a line of words, and showed them to Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"Awesome! Basketball!"
To be continued...