The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

This continued until she opened the door and saw a gray bed standing between herself and her sister.

Looking at my sister's messy bed, which seemed to hint at something.

Amemiya Ruri's smile was frozen in that overlapping gray and white.

"Sister...is not clean anymore..."

They are also in the second week: Chapter 140. Can the straight woman withstand such a test?

"Snapped."

The small schoolbag fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The white and clean single bed that had always been meticulously tidy in his memory now became messy and had sharp corners.

A gray quilt and an unfamiliar pillow were draped over it, crossing the untouchable boundary line and overlapping on the pure white that could not be tarnished.

The quilt can be explained, but even the pillows are together...

In other words, in just one night after that strange woman moved into my bedroom, she had already slept in my sister's bed and shared the bed with my sister? ! !

At this moment, Amamiya Ruri's smile completely froze.

There is less smile and more chillness.

"...hehe..."

The gray third party who ruthlessly inserted himself and his sister.

The villain who shared a bed with his sister.

That's not some sympathetic homeless girl.

But one must overcome...

Enemy of humanity!

.........

........

"Ah sneeze!"

Walking on the red brick road of the campus, Miss Xingchuan took the tissue handed to her by Amamiya and wiped her nose. "Did someone say something bad about me?"

Amemiya glanced at her and thought of someone who slept with his belly exposed last night.

"It's just a simple cold."

"Hey, by the way, what's the connection between sneezing and badmouthing? Why is there such a saying?"

The white-haired girl blinked curiously, "Could there be some myth or legend behind this?"

Yu Gongyi thought for a moment and said.

"The earliest reference to this is probably in the Book of Songs, Zhongfeng, which says, 'I cannot sleep when I talk in my sleep, and I sneeze when I try to speak.'"

The white-haired loli nodded thoughtfully.

After thinking for several seconds, she frowned and said:

"Can't understand."

"......"

Amamiya Yi withdrew her gaze and sighed softly.

"Hey! Xiao Yumiya, you're sighing a bit too much! You usually don't understand classical Chinese, right?"

"Fool."

"Cuckoo!"

Unfortunately, before the loli teacher could prove that her cultural level was not so poor, they had already reached the school gate.

On the road outside the school gate, a middle-aged man wearing leather shoes, who looked like a very successful person, leaned against the car and waved to the white-haired loli.

Friday night is the weekly family dinner time for the Nakamura family. According to tradition, the old father will send the family directly to the restaurant, and the white-haired loli does not need to go home by herself.

"Qi Kuxiu! I'll go to Xiao Yugong's house tomorrow to ask for an explanation! I'm not an idiot!"

"Wait for me—"

Feeling unwilling, the stupid teacher got on the car and left angrily.

Hoshikawa Kitaka looked at the car driving away, feeling a little confused.

Was that person just now Nakamura's father?

Weird...why do I feel like I've seen this somewhere?

Although she felt that the person looked familiar, she couldn't remember who he was after thinking for a long time.

However, it's not her fault.

After all, it's hard for most people to associate successful people in suits and ties with middle-aged gay men who wear slippers and play sword fighting van games in male escort clubs.

"...Then...I'll be leaving now."

After saying goodbye to Kana Nakamura, the class monitor who had been following behind silently also said goodbye to the two of them with reluctance on her face.

The reason why she was reluctant to leave was because she really enjoyed the feeling of following behind Amamiya Yi quietly.

Not only can you smell a reassuring scent, but Amamiya Yi's back also gives you a sense of security.

It was a pity that her way home was in completely different directions from Amemiya's house. On weekdays, there was only a short distance from the teaching building to the school gate, and there was no chance for them to walk home together!

Woo!

The monitor left sadly.

Hoshikawa Kitaka seemed to have heard a faint cry and came back to her senses, temporarily forgetting the familiar man from a few seconds ago.

She glanced at Yu Gongyi, rubbing her hands together, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "They're all gone, so how about we..."

"leave me alone."

Amamiya calmly pushed someone's shoulder away and said, "I told you to keep your distance from me. I don't want to hear any strange rumors tomorrow."

"...Is it necessary to be so cautious about our affairs~"

Miss Hoshikawa tried to act coquettishly, but unfortunately, Miss Amamiya in the bad Sadako form had zero lethality.

Looking at Amemiya Yi's unwavering and serious expression, Hoshikawa Kitaka curled her lips, stopped making trouble for herself, and turned a corner.

That's the opposite direction of the Amemiya family.

As usual, Amemiya walked towards his home.

Soon, the last two people at the school gate also parted ways.

......

.....

After high school, every nearby road is filled with young and beautiful teenagers, most of whom walk with club members, and rarely walk alone.

People who return home alone seem inexplicably lonely among the crowd of people laughing and gathering together.

Hanayama Haruho hates this loneliness and hates walking alone in the crowd.

So, after finishing her work in the student union, she would always read until six o'clock sharp, so that she could go home when there were fewer people around.

"....call."

Friday.

Another week has passed.

..Today, I still haven’t made any friends.

Carrying a backpack and looking at the sunset at the end of the road, Hanayama Haruho sighed deeply.

In the past, she thought that as long as she worked hard enough and maintained justice in her heart, friends who were sincere to her would naturally come to her.

But now, she is already number one in the school year.

Still can't make a single friend.

Perhaps because of her family affairs and personality, many people are afraid of her, a ruthless and impartial chairperson of the Student Union's Discipline Committee who is solely focused on her studies and work.

The only people I can talk to are my sister, the president, and the teacher.

Obviously, she also wants to smile and get along well with everyone, but for some reason... every time she talks to others, Hanayama Haruho always feels inexplicably nervous.

When I get nervous, everything I say sounds like I'm criticizing others, making me seem harsh and strict. I've even scolded someone in public until they cried.

Some gossipers even nicknamed her "Iron Rose", which completely destroyed her already limited popularity.

If only I could be as eloquent as my sister...

"Ok?"

Haruho Hanayama, who was feeling depressed about emo, saw a tall and beautiful figure walking quietly on the street not far away.

"...That's...Amamiya-san?"

Hanayama Haruho's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yi Amamiya, a new junior.

She is beautiful, graceful and elegant. When she first met her, she felt that she had seen this sister before. And the way this junior schoolmate stood up to protect her friend from bullying left a deep impression on Hanayama Haruho.

Moreover, the junior schoolmate also goes home alone. She is usually very serious and likes to study. She comes to study very early.

Judging from her temperament, her family should not be worse than hers, and must be a famous family!

Hanayama Haruho's expression became more determined.

Amemiya-san is the same kind as me!

She is qualified to be my first friend in high school!

Hesitation will lead to failure. Now that there is no one around, it is a good opportunity to go up and talk to others and make friends!

The twelfth-generation second daughter of the Huashan family, carrying the name of a politician family, bravely strikes!

"Amamiya-san, what a coincidence..."

“——Xiao Yi!!”

Hanayama Haruho's greeting was ruthlessly interrupted by the shouts of a girl who was rushing towards them on a bicycle.

Before she had time to feel dissatisfied about the interruption of her spell, Hanayama Haruho saw the girl on the bicycle clearly and suddenly froze in place.

The girl was so slender that she was almost skinny, and her long, smooth black hair was dancing in the wind.

The girl had a pair of black eyes as deep as a nightingale, which should have looked sad and desolate, but at this moment, those dark eyes were filled with a smile because they were filled with someone's figure.

On her delicate and flawless face, there is a perfect smile that is light, sweet and natural, giving people a glimpse of the most real and pure beauty.

".....it's beautiful."

Hanayama Haruho was a little absent-minded.

For the first time in her life, she experienced what it meant to be breathtakingly beautiful.

No extra description is needed, just pure beauty.

"Go, go, go! Get in the car!"

"..."

Hearing the girl's call, Amamiya Yi glanced at the old bicycle parked in front of her, then turned back slightly to look at Hanayama Haruho who was in a daze.

"Senior Hanayama, what a coincidence."

"Ah...hmm."

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

"Oh..."

Under the bright red sky at sunset, the cool young girl sat sideways on the back seat of a bicycle, urging the slender and beautiful girl who seemed unreal to ride away.

Only Hanayama Haruho was left standing there blankly, watching their backs disappear into the road.