My youth love story can definitely be written

"Well, really white, where is the hotel that your magazine prepared for the party...?"

Zhen Bai blinked his eyes and said decisively,

"do not know."

Ah... it's over.

Therefore, it is totally unreliable to place hopes on miracles...

Looking at the setting sun in the sky, Biqigu felt a faint sadness in his heart.

In the end, with Ayano’s constant "pupu" phone support, Higiya and Mashiro took a taxi to the booked hotel.

All of you, what are you thinking about in your head, Ayano is laughing!

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"I didn't expect you to come here like this..."

Ayano looked helplessly at Biqigu and sighed.

"Although Zhenbai can't help it, but Biqigu, your side is a bit too much!"

"It's not so much..."

Biqigu smiled bitterly and said,

"I'm also here when I'm done with things, and I came over with Zhenbai as soon as possible. If I forget to change my clothes, I can't help it?"

"Didn't you forget the really white things?"

Ayano asked rhetorically, and said bluntly,

"Such behavior is too much for a boyfriend. It's true. Even the editor of me can't stand it anymore. It's really white to tolerate you."

No, no, this is really impossible, right?After all, having been busy with that event for so long, it’s not easy to remember the party here, right?Biqigu is very hard!

and……

"Miss Ayano..."

A bitter smile appeared on Biqigu’s face again. He stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek a little embarrassed, and said to Ayano,

"I'm not a really white boyfriend... It's just the person who usually takes care of her."

"What's that not a boyfriend?"

"It's just that boyfriend pulls..."

After thinking about it, Biqigu tentatively said,

"Well... the owner?"

"Hello, is it a demon demon spirit?"

"Anyway, you don't need to call the police directly! Miss Ayano, are you too overreacting?"

"Just kidding, kidding."

Waved her hand, Ayano looked curiously into Higiya’s eyes.

"But... it's not a boyfriend, I thought you two must be dating..."

"I can't help with such a misunderstanding."

A little embarrassed, Biqigu decided to try to change the subject.

"By the way, what is the manga that she drew?"

"A girl with blind eyes, because of her withdrawn and unsocial character, and her cute teacher who was a little bit'bad-hearted' in her adolescent high school career, and a few very good friends in school. All kinds of stories."

"This introduction is really general... and the dead fish-eye setting is really full of sense of sight, and people can't help but produce'this really feels like me'."

"No, no, no, generally speaking, ordinary people don't have a blind eye with the setting of'without personality','this is talking about me', right?"

Two-phase spit, Higiya and Ayano looked at each other, and then simultaneously turned their eyes to the direction of the previous sound.

"It's really white, your clothes are changed..."

Did you tie up everything that should be tied up?

The question that Ayano might be twisted to the police station when he said later, Higiya failed to say it, not because he noticed that there was a problem in the words, so he shut up, but because he was shocked, he forgot to speak.

It's really beautiful.

Looking at the real white who put on a white evening dress in front of him, there is only one sentence left in Qigu's heart. The white skin brought by European and American blood and the white evening dress complement each other, and the slightly low-cut costume design makes people feel a little passionate. There is a white flower on her forehead. The owner of this clothing store is Ayano’s acquaintance. Obviously, when Zhenbai changed clothes, she also helped Zhenbai tidy up her hair.

This... I am really jealous of her.

It was the first person to appreciate the appearance of true white.

A slight guilty emotion emerged in Bi Qigu's heart.

"It's so beautiful, so white."

Ayano exclaimed, her mouth showing no pity for the beautiful words,

"Although you have been prepared for a long time, you really are very suitable for dressing like an evening gown, like the princess from where did you come from."

"Ok."

Zhen Bai simply responded, her amber-like pure and flawless eyes looked at Biqigu, and she asked seriously.

"How about Hachiman? What do you think of Hachiman?"

"...Well, it's cute."

Biqigu stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed.

"It's better to say that it's really exciting, so white, you are beautiful tonight."

"Well, that's fine."

Seeing Zhenbai who was standing there quietly and began to smile, Biqigu suddenly felt a little restless, he quickly tried to change the subject.

"Speaking of which, it's really white. It's really a loss for you to put on this god's evening gown... Isn't it difficult to wear this dress?"

"Well, I have worn it before in the UK, so I am more skilled."