Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Asen Yuesha, what on earth were you doing during the entire break?

The girl with her black hair swung her big wet eyes and stared at Yukinoshita Yukino angrily and pitifully: "My Sakura-chan! It's you who insisted on chatting with me and distracted me. Sakura-chan is gone!!"

"It's all you, it's all you!"

"The candies are already laid out, why don't you keep them..."

The pitiful girl picked up the candies one by one and put them back in her palm.

"Sakura-chan is gone..."

She turned her head, pursed her lips, and had a pitiful expression.

Say nothing.

Just stare...

"Sakura-chan."

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at the windowsill: "What on earth is that?"

Mori Yuesha pointed at her collar: "That's it."

Bow your head…

A little black ant is trying hard to travel around the world on her body.

Yukinoshita Yukino: ...

He picked up the ant and handed it to Mori Yuesha without changing his expression.

"Your Sakura-chan."

"This isn't Sakura-chan, Sakura-chan isn't like this..."

——I suspect you are making fun of me.

"No! Sakura-chan's pincers are smaller, look at them."

——I absolutely don’t want to study the ants crawling on my palm with you in a busy corridor.

You will be known as a weirdo.

Yukinoshita Yukino raised her chin somewhat capriciously: "Anyway, I think this is the one. Here, I'm giving it back to you. It's not my fault if it runs away again." The ant that was pinched to a pulp was roughly pressed into another pair of hands.

"They are all ants anyway, so it's even."

With his upper body held high, he strode quickly away from the crime scene, leaving the tearful girl at the windowsill in the corridor.

It’s really…

What Sakura sauce?

An ant...

You are so childish! Mori Yuesa!

It was not until she returned to her seat that Yukinoshita Yukino remembered.

——Did she forget something?

What was the purpose of looking for her...

What are you doing...

Mori Tsukisa!

You…!

The class bell rang and there were no students by the window.

——A certain pincer ant slowly crawled back in through the window, and with his relatives and friends, he traveled through mountains and rivers, and finally…

at last.

Finally arrived at this empty windowsill.

The little ant, who changed his name to Kujiang, wiped away his tears.

Humans are all liars!

Chapter 62 So What

A girl who was having trouble with her life was walking home carrying a plastic bag.

The only thing worth being happy about today is that I got a lot of hairbands from Mori Tsukisa - I won't have to ask her for things for a long time, mainly because of Yuno Agatsuma's "friendliness", which made the second lady of the Yukinoshita family very unhappy.

imaginary enemy?

ridiculous.

Does she have that kind of fetish?

Would you be interested in Mori Yuesha?

Will they be regarded as enemies?

Agatsuma Yuno, a ridiculous guy.

——What kind of fantasy could she have about Mori Yuesa?

girlfriend?

Potential enemy?

That's bullshit.

Only insects could like that crazy girl.

Sakura sauce Sakura sauce...

Only bugs like her.

Own…

I just don't want to fall in love at this age. Besides, judging from the current situation, there is no boy who can keep up with her thinking and actions.

Too far.

And Mori Tsukisha...

Although the legs are pretty good, with straight lines, white and thin ankles and beautifully curved calves...

So what.

I like boys.

It's ridiculous.

Although she does have a kind of innocent beauty and her smile is very seductive... Seeing her running towards me like the wind, my heart would inevitably miss a beat...

What.

So what.

I like boys.

Even though her skin is smooth and delicate and feels good to the touch without any extra spots, and her eyelashes are thick and dense, changing between deep and clear...

The upturned nose does not create unnecessary sharpness, and the cuteness of pulling the sleeves with a smile and the liveliness and enthusiasm when raising the chin under the bright light; the shallow teardrop mole under the corner of the eye on that flawless face is pampered and... this rose in bud is about to bloom.

Often blooming under the sight of others.

Well, well…

so what.

My favorite...

It's a boy.

She just had to admit the existence of beauty, admit the charm of a certain person; admit that her slightly curly black hair could gather the brilliance of the sunlight so that the girl could shine brightly in the shadows, and the vibrant flames could burn gracefully into her body;

Admit that she can be as graceful as a cat walking quietly or as naughty as a dog jumping and clinging; admit that her eyes are blazing and close, admit that her eyes are mysterious and distant——

A handful of refreshing water was poured down in the hot sun, and in the falling drops...

Her cheeks were red as she unbuttoned the collar of her wet, semi-transparent shirt...

Look at you.

If there is a God, she is God's creation.

If there is no God, she is the new god of the believers.

The extremely dreamy elves or the playful but not noisy birds in the woods, or the pale evil witch who plots unknown tricks;

Add to that a mysterious moonlight.

And the last wind.

The wind is always like this, and so is Mori Yuesha.

Without hesitation, it penetrates the collars and skin of those with closed hearts, blows gently into their ears - and then, without looking back, it runs towards the valley and the surging sea, leaving no trace.

No one can catch the wind.

…but.

So! What! Is that!?

I like boys boys boys boys!

Agatsuma Yuno, you really have the wrong person.

Ah.

I care too much, so I think so much.

How embarrassing.

Poor pink creature.

Only bugs like her.

Yukinoshita Yukino stepped on the asphalt road with a sad face, her mind filled with Morizuki Sao, Morizuki Sao, Morizuki Sao…

The key turned the door lock.

Change into pajamas.

I ate a few quick bites of dinner and turned on the desk lamp and schoolbag.

Outside the window, the moon is rising.

"In a closed economy..."

"Which of the following statements is correct..."

The desk lamp made the exercise paper very clear. First, a "森" appeared in the brackets of the question, and then the hand holding the fountain pen smeared it into a dark black lump - the pen tip filled in C after the multiple-choice question in frustration...

Going crazy.

It’s really…

The light from the desk lamp made the tip of the girl's nose shine, and her expression was as vivid as a scolding cat with a pointed mouth.

pat.

The pen that was spinning between fingers fell onto the table.

Pinch and clamp.

pat.

转…

pat.

He held his chin and fiddled with the pen in an impatient manner, without any intention of doing the test at all.

pat.