If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

"Hey, Dabai, tell me..."

"Oh, I forgot, you were closed by me."

"beep"

"Dabai, I've already opened you up, tell me..."

"Still not answering... I don't like you anymore. Xiao Huang, tell me why."

"...Even you don't know? Ertu! Now is your chance to show off!"

"Why didn't you tell me!"

The sound of sobbing was mixed with Dabai's cooling sound of "huhu".

"……so cold"

Author's message:

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I'm so busy, the next two days will be short

223 One Color Feather Never Gives Up ([-])

Home Ministry.

Not long after the bell of the last class rang throughout the school, there were groups of students laughing and walking towards the school gate.

The sun is still bright in the sky.

The day has not yet dimmed.

These students who go straight home immediately after school are widely nicknamed "Homecoming Department".

Liuli, who slipped away from the crowd by the wall, was also one of them.

There are no club activities, and there is no rich and colorful campus life.

Generally speaking, it is insulated from the rose-colored youth.

Even the word "Returning Home" has a derogatory meaning.

However, it is not necessarily because of laziness in the homecoming department. It is possible that they also have a lot of things to do elsewhere after school.

After all, not everyone likes to do it in an empty music classroom, sports warehouse, health room.

Don't get so excited, it's just a joke.

For Liuli, a girl in a dashing sailor suit with long hair like a jet-black waterfall hanging in the air, she had to go home to do things with peace of mind.

Hone your drawing skills.

In the past, the girl who was as delicate as a Japanese doll loved not only painting, but writing novels and playing video games were her long-standing hobbies.

Writing novels can lead to brick-thick canon sets.

With that super high school level game player as her idol, she is also good at playing video games.

But now painting has become the main occupation.

Because she is a well-known painter in the country, [Black Cat].

Because she is the only exclusive painter of the great writer Ye Jian Bo Dong.

In order to be worthy of the fame she gained from "Jiao Mo Dao", and to add a touch of brilliance to Ye Jian's works, she must go all out to work hard.

Does it sound more handsome than those club members who are sweating under the scorching sun for some national competition?

Thinking of this, Liuli's beautiful black silk legs, which were somewhat heavy due to her mood, became a little lighter.

The sound of the small leather shoes with smooth black silk bottoms hitting the ground sounded a bit crisper.

While walking, Liuli raised her pale little hands to adjust the pure black mask that covered most of her face.

The tear mole at the corner of the eye is a bit charming.

There are too many people who have come to harass her during this time.

I know, I don't know.

On and off campus.

Underage, adult.

All came here admiringly.

Although I have long expected to face such a scene after becoming famous—because I am so easy to find—but now I still feel a little annoyed when I actually encounter it.

So she put on a mask and walked against a wall away from the crowd.

Like an elegant black cat.

Yet it still exists.

There is no way, no matter what she does now, she can't show the appearance of an ordinary junior high school girl who would shrink back in front of strangers.

What has changed is the temperament.