17. There is no virtual person under the reputation
Minamoto Yorimitsu turned around and followed the sound and looked over.
Incandescent night lights reflected on the ground, and shadows stood quietly on the roadside.
When he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his expression changed slightly.
It seems that due to the reflection of the green belt by the street lights next to her, the girl's long and silky hair is slightly moist with light green. She is tall and has a slender waist without any unnecessary appearance.
The facial features on the cheeks are very delicate, and the eyes are like a clear spring, clear and bright.
The makeup is light and elegant without making people feel too heavy, and the temperament is gentle and graceful, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
The white shirt has a red silk knot on the collar, and is covered with a dark khaki slim jacket. Under the dark green and black plaid skirt, the white legs are straight and flawless, with only a few of the cuffs exposed.
Wearing a jade bracelet.
Just standing there makes people want to get closer.
It seems like a vortex exuding the power of attraction.
"A very beautiful girl."
This is probably what most men think about after meeting each other.
But Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't know her.
He even said that there was no communication at all.
But in the past few days, I have seen countless photos of each other.
I dare not say that you can recognize it even if it turns into ashes. At least you can still identify it when you cut it into pieces.
Isn’t this the sound of the tea ceremony master’s medicine bag that he has longed for!?
Minamoto Yorimitsu frowned and looked around, and found that she and she seemed to be the only ones at the door of the apartment, with no one else present.
But why is the other party standing downstairs in the apartment with a calm and gentle look? Even though Minamoto Noraimitsu has made various predictions about the future these days, he never expected that he would suddenly be unprepared in this way.
Meet.
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
The eyes of both parties met each other in mid-air.
Minamoto Yorimitsu hesitated for a moment and then walked towards the gravel path in front of the apartment. After keeping a safe distance from the girl, he asked aloud: "Are you calling me?"
"Yuan-kun, it seems a bit uncomfortable to make a girl wait for so long when we meet for the first time." Oyakubag Chayin put his hands on his lower abdomen. Although the words he said were somewhat questioning, the tone just sounded like
It's a joke.
It was like a late joke between friends, which instantly brought the two of them closer together.
"..."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was stunned when she said that he was sure that he did not have the contact information of the other party, and she was not responsible for the last group confession.
And if he didn't have brain amnesia, although he had been observing the other person in the past few days and did not come forward to talk to him, he looked like he had made an appointment to meet him, and his expression did not look like he was joking. For a moment, he felt a little hesitant.
He was still unsure about the other party, let alone the current situation, but he still calmed down and asked aloud: "Do you have any business with me, Mr. Yu Yaobao?"
"I'm looking for you? Didn't Yuanjun send me a text message, asking me to wait for you here?" Yuyao Bag Chayin was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and his slender beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and soon he
Suppressed the previous wave.
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at her strangely. Hearing these words, he became even more uncertain. He felt that the plan could not keep up with the changes, so he said conservatively and tentatively:
"Did you get it wrong, Goyakuro-kun? I think there are quite a few people who send you text messages every day. Maybe there are other students with the same surname as me."
"But Yuanjun described himself very clearly in the text message."
After speaking, Oiyabukuro Chaon took a few steps forward and showed his mobile phone to Minamoto no Yorimitsu. There was a text message without a memo number on it.
[Miyabukuro-san, my name is Yorimitsu Minamoto. I like you very much, and I don’t mind the scandals about you. I always think that you are going on for yourself. Maybe you have some shortcomings in the eyes of others, but
But I can deeply understand your true inner thoughts.]
[We are already graduating from college, but it’s a bit regretful that I and Oyakuro-san have staggered their time. I don’t expect to get your admiration, I just simply hope that you can keep moving forward. If you are willing to see me, tonight
Come and wait for me in Apartment No. 7 at eight o'clock.]
[I have single eyelids, short hair, a slim build, and am about 1.8 meters tall. Today I wore a black windbreaker, dark blue nine-point pants, white ordinary shoes, and a brown hemp rope jade medal on my chest.]
The sending time is today at 6:30 pm.
The content of the text message was very long, and it took me half a minute to finish reading it.
"..."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu fell into silence after reading it.
Whose general is this?
It’s so disgusting to send text messages.
He was absolutely certain that he had never sent this text message, and that he could describe himself so carefully that no one except the people he knew could do it.
Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't have many friends in school. His dog-licking behavior was shamed by many people. Moreover, because he didn't engage in socializing, he could only talk to some of his male classmates. As for those who had a grudge.
It's even more nonsense, so the possibility of revenge and pranks can be ruled out.
But such a detailed description of appearance and clothing——
No one knows except Kogi Seimei, who lives with him all day long.
And the description is still about the clothes and shoes worn today.
Minamoto Yorimitsu finally got an answer after repeated deductions.
Kamiya Aiko...
Just when he thought about the girl he met today, Oiyabukuro Chayin beside him suddenly said: "Actually, it doesn't matter. I have received Yuanjun's feelings, and I will not laugh at you."
When Minamoto Yorimitsu heard this, his eyes turned slightly away and looked at the girl beside him.
Because the other party just showed him the text message, the two of them are now very close to each other, and they even look like they are hugging each other under the shadow of the night light.
Moreover, Minamoto no Yoriguang always felt that she was a little deliberate, her shoulders were slightly touching, and it made people feel itchy when they rubbed against each other.
As if he felt a little uncomfortable, he also brushed the hair hanging down by his ear with his right hand, and the delicate fragrance penetrated the tip of Minamoto no Yorimitsu's nose.
Although there is still a certain distance between their bodies except their shoulders, their body temperature gradually rises as the distance between the two approaches, and her slender white thighs under her dark green short skirt also come closer to her.
Beside the streetlight at night, in front of the quiet apartment building, two people were standing close to each other.
An ambiguous atmosphere quietly spread.
"Miyabukuro-kun..."
"Yuanjun, it's still early today, let's go for a walk by the lake."
Before Minamoto no Yorimitsu could say anything, the shoulder that was next to him suddenly pulled back. Oyakubag Chaone turned around and was facing his face. This time, the distance was reduced to a safe level. He put his hands on his lower abdomen and looked at him.
She whispered to him.
This step back makes people feel as if they are far away.
The ambiguous feeling in my heart just now disappeared immediately.
But this kind of indifference is very tempting for him to want to get closer to the other person.
Minamoto Yorimitsu calmed down a little, and the feeling in his heart quickly disappeared.
But the way he looked at Oiyabukuro Chaon became cautious.
As expected, there is no real scholar despite his great reputation.
The Grandmaster of the Royal Medicine Bag has reached the state of transformation!