Why is my Two-dimensional a daily program

After passing the crowded tram, go through Tokyo Station and transfer to Haneda Airport Station, and then you can see the destination of your trip.

Haneda Airport.

Huge waiting room, pick-up room... There are also various small carts, each performing its own duties.

"It's not too late..."

Bai Fan glanced at the time on his watch, looked up and glanced at the pick-up prompt displayed on the LCD screen above his head, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In about 10 minutes, Zhenbai will be here.

And this time will only be early.

Because the plane is such a thing, when entering the airport, there will always be things like the runway vacated in advance.

Looking at the dense crowd in front of him, Bai Fan gritted his teeth...

squeezed in.

call out……

A long cracking sound came from the sky, and then...the plane slowly taxied and landed from the side of the runway.

That is to say...

Pick-up battle!

Officially begin!

The surrounding crowd became commotion in an instant, and flag boards such as flags were erected one after another.

Most of them are in Japanese, and some are in other languages.

Bai Fan didn't expect to do this, he just rushed towards the crowd.

Looking around at the same time...

no……

no……

no……

All kinds of skin races flashed in front of my eyes...

What Africans, what Europeans, what Antarctica...

All in all, it's a mess.

However... neither...

What the hell!

How could it not be!

Bai Fan was speechless.

In a moment of powerlessness, he was instantly squeezed out of the crowd at an alarming speed.

Helplessly pushed away by the crowd, Bai Fan was really helpless...

Can only howl like a defeated dog.

He failed in the battle for true white.

"truth!"

I can only cry like this...

"Ah."

Calm... An unwavering voice sounded behind him.

Uh……?

Turning around tremblingly...

Long light-colored hair fluttering because of a plane taking off.

The bright red eyes are as bright as jewels.

Glittering beneath long lashes.

Underneath it is also a slightly pinkish pink skin.

With fair and delicate skin, it almost feels like sand may scratch the skin.

The corners of the mouth are flat and expressionless.

The cherry red lips did not move, and the eyes looked directly at Bai Fan.

A clean dress...in the wind...

dancing --

"truth?!"

An incredible voice came from his mouth.

"Huh?..." He looked at Bai Fan with a troubled look in his eyes, still expressionless.

"Bai... Fan?..."

Asked word for word.

"Yes, Bai Fan."

Nodding, just about to take the luggage in her hand...

The most classic question in the original plot...is raised.

"Hey, what color do you want to be..."

what colour……?

Bai Fan carefully thought about this question that had troubled him for several days.

When I saw Zhenbai, it seemed to be completely resolved.