Is there anything super sweet? National Fish Touching Scholar

Is there anything super sweet?

The first day I went to the Four Sea College as an exchange student, the national fish poacher caused the whole school to explode.

Because I’m the only human being in the school, and the other students are monsters.

On the way, my ogres looked at me, introduced themselves in front of me, asked for my signature, snuck into me, and asked me mysteriously…

“Is it true that you humans can’t cook a pot when you’re idle? I’m sorry.

I said, “Ah… just… and not? I’m sorry.

He was so excited, “How many meals can he eat?” I’m sorry.

I tried to remember that I didn’t eat it, and the student was arrested and beaten to death by a late student.

I’m:

What a living college.

01

The headmaster was a beautiful sister, a blue bird, and he was embarrassed to say to me before he arrived: “Can I take a picture of you when I first saw a living human?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

After the photo, I was led into the classroom by the class director to introduce myself.

“Hello, my name is Charling. I write a name, I don’t know what to say, I just try to smile.

There was a warm round of applause under the stage, and the class director told me to get along with me and I walked down the podium quietly.

The students of the Four Seas Academy, the most powerful group of students in the world of demons, were under heavy pressure and black pressure, staring at me.

But don’t they usually like to skip classes? Why are you here today?

I thought, “You’re not all here to see me?”

Well… a little crash.

I found a circle in the classroom, and I found a suitable place — a place in the corner of the classroom, where only one person sat, and he was rounded up, and the radius was empty within five metres, which seemed to be isolated.

Importantly, this isolated fellow has not looked up at me, but has been looking down and reading, and seems to be a good student.

He was dressed in black with a hairbelt on his forehead and sat straight. His face was very good, and although his face was faceless and his eyebrow was still smug, his skin was white, his five officials were handsome, his contours were thin, his dark eyes were frosted, and there was no emotion.

I said, “Can I sit here? I’m sorry.

At last he looked up at me, and the cold eyes showed a little doubt.

Then he answered, in a brief manner, “Whatever.” I’m sorry.

It’s pretty clear. It’s very lively.

I did not notice the horrors of the eyes of my fellow students and the expression of the teacher’s desire to stop, smiled at him and sat down happy.

It’s nice to meet a fellow who doesn’t react.

Our family has been teaching me not to look like people.

Although it looks cold, this fellow should be a good monster.

I’m here with a mission, and I don’t know my new desk, and I don’t meet the requirements.

For so long, the demons and the humans have been cut apart and are now at a high rate of development on both sides, when communication is urgently needed.

This time it’s hard to find a place for exchange students. I’ve got all the hopes of the Association for Friendship and Friendship of Man and Demons.

Before I came, my family told me so much.

For example, there’s a war in the college, where weed-eaters are so gentle that they can fight more; for example, there’s a great spirit, and it’s best to find a classmate and sign a life contract; for example, some of the students in the Flying Fowler have long wanted to get out of the world and pay more attention to those peacocks and parrots.

And, for example, there are several very well-known Heh-hyuks.

It’s just that there’s a monster that can’t be provoked!

His name is Bae Boon, born of a beast, cold, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty, murdering a demon, and no one in the Four Seas Academy can control him. He is a demon-like student who once ate three classes, and once he appeared, he became a river of blood.

In any case, other classmates can be contacted, except this Bae-bain.

My mother also found the headmaster of the Four Seas College and transferred me to a class far from him.

I’ve listened to them, but I think it’s a bit exaggerated, and it sounds like a lot to me, after all…

I’m so out of my mind, but I’m curious, and I’m going to talk to the new table after class and ask him if he knows the monster called Bae-in.

The bluebird teacher teaches languages, and she writes good words, and I have a little near-sightedness, sitting back, and I don’t really know.

So I came a little closer, and I whispered, “Are you taking notes?” I’m sorry.

He didn’t talk.

“Can you show me,” I said, “I can’t see.” I’m sorry.

It looked like the next second was about to take a new table and hesitated and pushed his book a little bit to me.

I said, “Thank you!

It’s finally over.

I just wanted to ask the name of the new table, and I saw the bluebird teacher at the podium hesitated and slowly came over.

Her beautiful cheek was pale, and she had the look of crying and being tough:

The new table didn’t talk.

“Just…the progress is great, the bluebird teacher’s hands are shaking and his voice is shaking, “Do you want to show me next time?”

“No, no. I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes! After all, she kept looking at me, but I didn’t understand what that meant, but looked at her with doubt.

Yeah, let me know what the new table means?

I guessed, “The face’s not clear” — why does the teacher look so scared? Isn’t that just a new assignment? But our new partner’s name is Bae.

I decided to ease the tension, so I showed a smile at the new table: “Hello, what’s your name?” Can we still be together? I’m sorry.

He looked at me a little bit, “Pein.” I’m sorry.

The air was as solid as a few seconds.

I said, “…?”

I wonder, “Do we have any students of the same name at our college?” I’m sorry.

The bluebird teacher is shaking at this time, and his voice is like the blood of the duhd: “No, we have only one school…”

She can’t go on, but the last two words don’t even have to think about Bae-in.

I finally got back to…

In other words, my new co-chair, the famous Hyuk, where is he?

I blinked slowly.

Wow?

I’ve been slow, I’ve been slow, and my family has groaned, saying that I’m not afraid until someone else has sold me.

But I don’t seem to be too scared to be in the mood to think about things when I don’t know what to say.

Like right now.

Bae-bae and I don’t look like each other. My family says he’s blue, he’s got three arms, he’s got one, he’s got one, he’s got one.

And I bowed my head and saw the clean and clean book in Bae’al’s hand.

And it’s pretty good, not like they say. It’s a rough monster.

“Are you a student in this class?” I’m sorry.

Didn’t my mother transfer me to the farthest class from him?

He seemed even more confused, with his frown, his eyes falling down, and even his unsuspecting look was slightly volatile.

After a few seconds of silence, he said to me, “No.” I’m sorry.

Then he explained, “I’ll listen.” I’m sorry.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

What’s the matter, isn’t he the top killer who’s happy to eat demons and kill people? Why did he not just come to take notes from the course, but also do his homework to change it?

I’ve heard that the world of demons has learned the human education system.

I’m still thinking about it, and Bae-bae has stood up and left silently.

My pale-faced bluebird teacher barely stood on his feet with an amnesty and he was soft on my side and breathing.

“Sensei, are you all right? I’m sorry.

“It’s all right, it’s all right.” The bluebird teacher shakes his head, “He’s gone, he’ll be fine. I’m sorry.

I wondered, “Is that really Bae’in?” I’m sorry.

Teacher Bluebird: “It’s true! I’m sorry.

And remembering the eyes of my teacher upon me, I wonder, “What did you just say to me? Is it not convenient to say in his presence? I’m sorry.

“Nacchan, I just wanted to ask you, “Mr. Bluebird seems emotional and fast. “How did you get this seat? I was scared when I saw it! I’m sorry.

I was just going to answer, and the bluebird teacher was like, “No, he won’t come after class anyway.” I’m sorry.

We said, “Why is he listening? I’m sorry.

“That’s of course because…” but the bluebird teacher was stunned, but he didn’t finish it, just looking at me. I’m sorry.

And I noded, and I said, honestly, “Yes, I said he was the most terrible monster in the school.” I’m sorry.

The bluebird teacher resonates immediately, “So whatever the beast does, we don’t have to look into it, just know, don’t mess with him. I’m sorry.

I can hear it. The bluebird teacher doesn’t know the reason why Bae Bae was listening.

I blinked, “Does he often lose his temper?” I’m sorry.

“There’s no such thing as a bluebird teacher, “but his breath was terrible, and our college teachers and students never dared to mess with him. I’m sorry.

Smell?

What else can I ask you?

“The breath of Bae-in is so scary that it’s just gone. I’m sorry.

“Ah, I just couldn’t move. I’m sorry.

“The new classmates are human beings, and I’m sure they won’t be afraid of Bae’s. I’m sorry.

“Wow! Really!”

“But Bae’s not scared. I’m sorry.

After a debate, one of my classmates asked me, “Do you see Bae’s appetite?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Well, humans don’t eat everything…”

“I just wanted to see where my new classmate was going to sit, and then I saw Bae’s presence and almost missed a breath!” I’m sorry.

I said, “Well?”

Is this, like, so much?

The other white-haired boy, with a blue-eyed pair of eyes, smiled so well, he said, “The neck is too long, it suffocates without a breath. I’m sorry.

He came to me by himself: “Can I have a contract with you?” I’m sorry.

Demons are so restrained in the human world that only contracting jobs are allowed to enter the human world, and life-long contracts are made that are essentially equivalent to human rights and freedoms.

Human beings have a very short life than monsters, and almost all demons yearn for a life contract that only for decades has been bound by the demons and that has produced enough benefits to last centuries or even millennia.

It’s just, it’s supposed to be confidential. How do they know?

“Are you wondering how I know? The white-haired boy smiled and said, “Listen to me.” I’m sorry.

“Come on!” another girl with long horns put the white-haired boy’s hammer aside and said, “It’s you who bugged a dream!” And how can you make a life-long contract? I’m sorry.

After that, the unicorn smiled at me and said, “Sama, I’m the Princess of the Tianma, and you and I made a contract, and I can be your ride.” I’m sorry.

“That’s what I say when I’m in the middle of a moon, and I’m in the middle of it. I’m sorry.

“It’s not your turn to be a white wolf! There’s another colored boy coming in. “Well, Nacchan, I’m the monster of the Gang Gang family, so should you think about it?”

I couldn’t help but look at Mr. Bluebird with my help.

Mr. Bluebird: Stop arguing. I’m sorry.

Nothing.

“Don’t scare your new classmates. I’m sorry.

Nothing happened.

Teacher Bluebird: Ahem, everybody, quiet! I’m sorry.

Nobody cares.

I’m face-to-face with Mr. Bluebird.

The teacher of the bluebird had to whisper to me: “Summer, it was reorganized in this class, many of whom I didn’t know, and they didn’t listen to me. I’m sorry.

I don’t understand what this means. I’m sorry.

“That’s it,” the bluebird teacher smiled, and said, “You’re going to come to the college and you’re going to come out of your dream and you’re going to try to get that, so you’re going to the class, and you’re going to get the places.” I’m sorry.

I was so nervous, “Did you get it from a fight?” I’m sorry.

“No, the bluebird teacher has been throwing up for half a day, “auction by the families… and you know that we are a public school, and the education of the demons is very slow, and we are often in arrears for decades, so we usually also need some money…”

I’m:

Teacher Bluebird:

The bluebird teacher shook my eyes and began to swear, “Don’t worry! These students were personally screened by the headmaster. There’s no such thing as bad schoolmates, and the beasts are removed from the auction! I’m sorry.

I said, “It’s true…”

“Sharing. I’m sorry.

My words are not finished, and suddenly there is a familiar voice outside the door.

And the whole hot classroom, starting with this sound, is silent, like ice freezes.

There was a young man standing in front of the classroom, dressed in black, with a belt on his forehead, cold and lonely, with his eyelids like frost and snow, and with a frenzy cold into the bone marrow.

Just left Bae’s back.

His dark eyes were staring at me, as if he was thinking of words, and the next moment, the sound of the twilight sounded: “Someone is looking for you.” I’m sorry.

The bluebird teacher next to him started shaking again, the white wolf with the hip-hop laughter stiffness, the tweaked necks of the Japanese crane students, the horns of the unicorns were soft, and all I thought about was one thing.

…he remembered my name.

I was like, “Oh,” and I just walked towards him.

Just a little while ago, the fearful bluebird teacher put his voice on my shoulder, and his voice seemed to cry, “Summer, don’t be afraid. There’s a ban on you at the college. He shouldn’t hurt you. I’m sorry.

I just wanted to say that I wasn’t afraid, and I saw Bae’s turn out of the classroom.

I had to laugh at the bluebird teacher, and I rushed up.

Bae-in did not leave first, as I thought, and he waited outside the classroom for me, staring and standing straight.

When he saw me coming out, he moved on and looked back at me: “Follow.” I’m sorry.

So I followed him, and went with him, and said to him, “Pein.” I’m sorry.

Bae-bae also looked at me, “Well? I’m sorry.

He’s so pretty. He’s got a clear bottom line, but handsome.

I got stuck, and I said, “Who’s looking for me? I’m sorry.

Bae-bae turned his head again: I’m sorry.

The four-sea colleges are large, and after all, the genie likes to live in a different environment, except for an indoor school building built several times as large as the human world, which has mountains and lakes, grasslands and deserts, and even a small piece of sea that is “loaned” by magic.

I didn’t know what the headmaster was, and I asked, “Where is the headmaster?” I’m sorry.

“The top of Tianshan.” I’m sorry.

Top of Tianshan?

I’m a little confused by this name, and I’d like to ask you again, Bae-bain has pointed far away, hiding in the cloud, and hardly sees a mountain as high as it is. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Looks like it’s gonna take at least a day and a night on foot, let alone a mountain.

On the first day of school, am I going to experience climbing the Himalayas?

Bae-bae probably thought about it, stopped, turned to me.

And We read from his eyes some hesitation.

Then he covered his lips and suddenly said to himself, “You are man.” I’m sorry.

I noded, “Yeah. I’m sorry.

He looked at the top of the mountain, and looked at me, and stood still with me.

When I saw him or had no face, I asked myself, “Is it not easy for me to go up? I’m sorry.

Obviously, it’s difficult.

“I’ll go to the Bluebird teacher.” I’m sorry.

After that, he turned and left.

I thought of what she looked like when she saw Bae-bae, and I didn’t even think about it.

Strange.

When I touched his skin, I felt a wonderful power, warm, ironed me, comfortable.

But I couldn’t care less about it, but I looked at him in good faith: “Can’t you take me up there?” I’m sorry.

Baebai:

He looked at me like he was trying to stop, staring at me in the eye, holding his hand.

“You take me up there,” I said, “I’m sorry to let go, but I changed the subject.” I haven’t flown yet. I’m sorry.

He’s in a stiff spot.

I’m curious: “Do you know how to drive? Wings? Or is it a direct use of power? I’m sorry.

Like them, I’ve seen monsters for the first time, and I don’t know much about their habits.

Bae-bae hesitated again, and his voice was cold: “Yes. I’m sorry.

So I opened my eyes and said, ‘You are so powerful!’

He turned his eyes away and his face didn’t seem to change much, but I found his ears hidden in the dark hair red and his voice became dull: “No.” I’m sorry.

I suspect that I was mistaken and that I wanted to look closer and more closely, as if Bae-baek had not wanted to hear me say more, hold me and fly straight to the top of Tianshan.

He did not reveal his wings, but called me a cloud. And I bended down to find the white and flawless clouds, the soft touch of the cold silk.

My eyes were brightened, and I couldn’t help but show him a little cloud of marshmallows: “I have never touched the clouds. Thank you, my fellow students, Bae. I’m sorry.

Bae Bae is looking down at me, and the familiar doubts are coming out again.

But he didn’t ask.

02

The beast is different, flying fast, and soon we reach the top of Tianshan — a valley between the top and the top.

It’s very high, but it’s probably a force of power. Temperature is appropriate, warm and wet.

The valleys grow many flowers and grass, and there is a hot spring in the middle, and there is a small house next to it, which looks like a different kind of paradise.

“You’re here. I’m sorry.

I hear a clear voice ringing behind me as a spring of tenderness.

Turning around, I saw a beautiful young man.

He was dressed in a white white robe, with his eyes painted, his smile warm, the crows long and wide on his shoulders, and a pixie that didn’t eat people’s fireworks.

Pei failed a gift: “Rector. I’m sorry.

Is this the principal?

I was a little surprised, but I learned from Bae-bain and gave him a rude gift: “Good to the principal.” I’m sorry.

“You’re here faster than I thought. “I thought you were going to let other classmates bring her up.” I’m sorry.

I was afraid that the headmaster would blame Bae-bae, so I was nervous to explain, “I asked him if he could bring me up…”

Bae Bae, look at me again.

“You seem to get along well.” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised to hear that.

The headmaster seemed to be different from the other teachers at the college and had not been able to avoid Bae’s death, and had even hidden a family.

“There’s nothing else you can say about your family this time, but the headmaster murmurs for a moment.

Ring the bell!

The sound of a squeaky sound broke the headmaster’s voice.

I looked to the headmaster, and I saw him face-to-face, and I pushed the alarm clock behind him, and I took out a warm cup.

And he opened the cup of warmth, and the liquid in it was dazzling, red-treed and radiant.

I said, “What?”

“It’s 12 o’clock, it’s time to raise, wait a minute,” the principal smiled softly at me, and said, “You’re too old to forget, so remind yourself. I’m sorry.

The principal began to raise his child slowly, and I took two steps back, pulling out the horn of Rabein and whispering, “What is the headmaster’s original? I’m sorry.

“The Snow Lotus of Tianshan.” I’m sorry.

Well, it does.

I’m not surprised, but I feel a little weird about the scene: “Why is this place so warm, is it cold? I’m sorry.

Bae-bae has been silent for longer this time.

He said: “He went to the human world to raise a greenhouse. I’m sorry.

I say, “…?”

I suspected that I was wrong, but the headmaster had finished drinking the raw water, and naturally waved at me: “Come in, Nacchan, let’s talk in the shed.” Bae-in, I’m still in your debt. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say that: “Where can we go to talk? I’m sorry.

The answer was quick: “The shed. I’m sorry.

I’m:

I looked up at that little house, and I went in with the principal.

Bae-in did not come in this time, but the door was still open, and I looked back and I saw him go somewhere else in the valley.

“Nacchan, aren’t you afraid of Bae-bain?”

The voice of the headmaster, if you think about it, is ringing behind me.

“I,” and I swooped and said, “I don’t think he’s scary. I’m sorry.

The headmaster seemed a little surprised: “I didn’t think so. I’m sorry.

I said, “Ah, aren’t you afraid? I’m sorry.

“I’m different,” the principal smiled, and said, “I’m a weed, and Bae’s not a weed.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

Just, that makes sense.

“You’ve come this time to make a life-long contract to deal with a monster, but it’s not too safe, after all, because it’s a demon’s world.” The headmaster changed the subject, “I’ve been thinking about sending a classmate to protect you, and I thought it would be more appropriate for Bae’s sake. I’m sorry.

I hesitated to say, “Ah, is there something wrong?” I’m sorry.

I’m not afraid that Bae’s gonna hurt me, but I just think he’s a hard-working classmate who spends his time protecting me.

“What’s wrong with that?” the principal said, “Are you afraid that Bae’s not going to agree?” He won’t. I’m sorry.

I don’t know, “Why?” I’m sorry.

Bae-bai looks a little rough, actually has a good temper, and the headmaster lamented, “and he’s got a strange effect on deworming, so I’ve asked him to come to me every noon for a walk, which is much better than deworming. I’m sorry.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

Did the headmaster say “please” to let Bae-bai walk to deworm?

I was still stunned, and the headmaster was suffocating: “Nacchan, you know your condition. You’re in a state of awakening and your seal will not last long. I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

The exchange students in the world of demons are young people chosen from a special family, either with a strange bloodline or with a special ability, and the reason I got this place is related to a seal inside me.

I have a sword sealed inside me.

Since birth, this sword has been sealed inside me, and when I grow, the strength of the sword will grow, it will continue to leak, it will not be well controlled and it will hurt others.

I’m not sure if I can control this sword, so I have to come to the world of demons to find the indentured monster to help me control the seal with his power — a process that will last forever, so the monster must always be with me.

A gentle, steady, force-protective, loyal and reliable animal.

– This is a picture of my target from my family.

“Your family has been telling me not to let you near Bae-bai,” the headmaster murmurs, “but I don’t think it’s so exaggerated that Bae-bae’s blood has a strange effect on your strength, and you’re not afraid of him. I’m sorry.

I opened my eyes and I said, “Cut down.” I’m sorry.

I’ve never seen a sword in my body, but the headmaster doesn’t lie to me about it.

So what’s Bae-in’s original?

“Well, the headmaster laughed again. Ask him yourself?” I’m sorry.

After that, he shouted “Pein” outside the door.

I suddenly had a breeze around me.

I turned my face and suddenly appeared before the youth. His body was like a bamboo, his contours were cold, and he was filled with an indescribable frenzy, and his eyes were as clean as frost and clear in black and white.

“Oh, Bae-bain,” the headmaster shot Bae-bain’s shoulder. “How about you protect her while she’s at school?” I’m sorry.

Bae failed a moment.

I’m a little stunned.

Wait…

And then he looked at me, and he had some tarts in his color. It’s probably the look on my face that didn’t react.

“You son of a bitch,” as if the headmaster knew what he was going to say. I’m sorry.

I want to say that I can’t say anything until I’ve been able to see the look on Bae’s face and think of the images that everyone has avoided him.

It’s not voluntary, but it’s certainly not unwilling…

I said, “Will you? Will it take you time?”

He looked down at me, and I looked at him, with my hands behind my back, and I smiled, like a good kid standing in front of his elders, trying to express my kindness.

Unfortunately, when he looked at it, he reacted with great discomfort, and his voice was suffocating: “Nothing.” I’m sorry.

It’s sort of hasty.

The headmaster told me a few things about the following: “You’re going to sign a life contract, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve told the headmaster of the school that the leprechauns and the qualified monsters are going to meet you in the corner, and you’re going to play a card at noon every day. I’m sorry.

And after that, the headmaster delivered to me several snowlines: “Give them a petal, if you are satisfied, it will be equivalent to a relic from your human play.” I’m sorry.

I said, “…? “Does the headmaster watch the ceremonial play?

“We have a New Year’s party at the end of each year, and this year we’ve added a new match for you… “No, the petals are the basis for the registration. I’m sorry.

I said, “…” sounds like the headmaster of the martial arts play.

After leaving the principal’s greenhouse, Baena called me a cloud and took me back to the school building.

On the way back there was silence, and I watched him quietly, and I was upset about how to talk to him.

The Academy is safe, after all, the demons have now adopted a code of demons, and they want to be taken to jail for their crimes.

I know the principal’s afraid I’m losing my grip, but it’s too much for a monster like Bae-bae to protect me all the time.

And I made up half a day, and I could only ask the simplest thing of mankind: “Did you eat it, Mr. Bae-bain?” I’m sorry.

Baebai:

I’m:

I immediately realized I asked a stupid question: “Did you eat outside when I first entered the shed?” I’m sorry.

“…no. I’m sorry.

And I said, “Oh, you’re deworming. I’m sorry.

Baebai:

I’m:

I don’t seem right to talk.

As I was surprised, Bae-bain said after a moment of silence: “I don’t eat bugs.” I’m sorry.

I said, “…”

The truth is, I didn’t mean to say that you’re deworming while you’re running a small stove…

“Are you hungry? I’m sorry.

Bae-in shakes his head.

Cold again.

“What do you eat? I’m sorry.

“I don’t eat people.” “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

“I didn’t mean it, I wasn’t afraid,” I said, “I know you don’t eat people.” I’m sorry.

After all, now the demons are going to be sentenced for eating people, and, as far as I know, the demons with a criminal record cannot go to the Four Seas College. Rumor has it that he eats monsters and I believe that he eats people.

When I heard that, Bae-bai didn’t know why, “Oh,” it seemed a little awkward. I’m sorry.

The rumored beast is far from what I imagined, and I hesitated or decided to be honest with him and told him my story: “I am the heir of the ancient lineage. I’m sorry.

“I know,” Bae-bae said, “a sword. I’m sorry.

Yeah, I’m a little curious. Can you feel it? I’m sorry.

Baebain: Hmm. I’m sorry.

It’s not surprising that the demons of the Four Seas Academy know I’m from a special family and can feel the seal inside me, but they can’t say exactly what it says.

And I went on to say, “I am not even Nadine, nor is it an alias, and I was commanded to be a male and a male. I’m sorry.

Peinton lived, and then he thought of something. I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes,” I nod, I didn’t notice a strange reaction from him, “Do you know there was a poem before?” ♪ Once upon a time ♪

Once upon a time, there was a great man, Sun, who danced with a sword. Bae Bae Bae has completed a whole poem with a clean voice and looks at me quietly, “Is that it?” I’m sorry.

“You’ll carry these?” I’m sorry.

“Well, I’m learning the language of the human world,” says Bae-in, “and read some old poetry. I’m sorry.

Is that why you’re here for the Bluebird Teacher?

And I remember, and then I rejoiced, and I could teach you, as a return for you to protect me. I’m sorry.

We have arrived at the entrance to the school building, at lunch break, and there are few students around, but all the monsters, in a moment of sight of Bae-bain, have lost their minds and gone.

Others saw me, probably struggling but afraid to come.

Soon, it’s just me and Bae-bae.

We’re like two gravel against the sea, and it’s like an empty wave.

“You are not afraid of me.” I’m sorry.

I blinked, “Why fear you? I’m sorry.

What they call “breathing” is probably the ferocious force of blood-pulsion among monsters, but I’m human and I can’t feel it.

I can only see that he looks like he’s mean, actually he talks well, he shows me his notes, he takes me in the fog, he deworms the headmaster and he doesn’t hesitate to promise to protect me.

Even by human standards, Bae-bain is a good man.

That’s why I don’t understand why my family kept me away from Bae-bae. With Mom’s eyes and father’s vision, it’s impossible to believe these strange rumors, let alone to describe him as some kind of big, blue-toothed monster…

“My original, do you want to know? “I’m walking, and Bae’s silence took me a long time to ask.

I’m like, “Can I? I’m sorry.

Bae had noded his head and slowly removed his belt.

My eyes are on a strange road to his forehead — a black and dark beast with a mighty god, with a blooded red bead in his mouth, and an indescribable odour.

I’m, “…the neptunium?”

Bae-bae hesitated for a moment and noded his head.

I don’t know what I’m saying, “Then you, aren’t you an animal?” I’m sorry.

The rumors are crazy!

“My father, a morner, was taken into the realm of demons from a very young age, and had to feed on evil thoughts and anger, and Bae-bain said, “So I, like him, will not consciously absorb some of these evil spirits…”

Now that the six worlds are largely united, it has been said that the demons have also started to create schools, although they have not yet had the chance to exchange for foreign students, but to be there at the slowest and certainly very bad conditions.

This story sounds a little sad to me: “Your father and you are so miserable that you can’t eat it.”

And he continued, “He has eaten all of this from the realm of magic, and he has purified it, and the devils rejoiced, and they took him to the Lord of it.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

Excuse me, it’s not a pitiful, it’s a scoundrel.

“I can’t digest so much, so those are the beads, and Bae points to the red beads in his eyebrow, “even if I wear a hairbelt, they’re afraid. I’m sorry.

It’s like there’s nothing in the dark, but it’s a fear in itself.

I guess it’s about my sword.

“It’s hard to eat, right? I’m sorry.

I suddenly remembered what it felt like to hold his hand in the warm ocean just recently — what he understood — the headmaster said that his blood had a strange effect on the seals that suppressed me, which was not the amount of violence that absorbed my body.

I feel guilty, I apologize, and Bae’s head shakes: “Although it’s not digestive, it’s delicious.” And after that, he tried to describe, “Some of them are like red meat in a canteen, some of them are like white burning…”

I’m:

I said, “What is inside me…”

“I’m sorry, it smells so good, I can’t help but digest first,” said Bae-bae, who seemed a little bit confused, but quickly calmed down, “Do you need me to return it? I’m sorry.

I opened my eyes and started to swing, “No, no, no, no! I’m sorry.

But I was curious, and I looked at him and whispered, “What is that smell?” I’m sorry.

“The vanilla ice cream,” Pailin said without hesitation, “My mother brought me once. I’m sorry.

Vanilla ice cream?

It’s food in the human world. Openness in the six worlds is a recent thing. The demons and demons used to know each other, but the world remained closed. How could Bae-bain’s mother give him food?

And I was blind: Is thy mother man? I’m sorry.

But even human beings can’t just walk through the human and demon world?

“No, Bae’s head is shaking, “She’s a common monster. I’m sorry.

I said, “A common monster?”

“She’s an iron eater.” I’m sorry.

I said, “…”

I was thinking, do you have a misunderstanding about normal…

Iron-eating animals, also known as giant pandas, national-class animals, after they have become demons, are national-class monsters.

This monster, who likes to eat iron, is so noble that no wonder he walks through the world of people and demons, who have their own VIP channel.

And I suddenly realized that the sword that was inside me was long gone, and on another level, I was delicious, like the “iron” of vanilla ice cream.

– So this must be the reason my parents tried so hard to keep me away from Baena!

03

After being honest with him, I thought about it and decided not to listen to Mom and Dad.

I’ve been a very good kid since I was a kid, but now I’m an adult and I have the right to make my own decisions.

Bae’al said he didn’t eat people, and I thought he wouldn’t really eat me as vanilla ice cream.

After all, he can’t digest it, let alone take it.

It’s like a bucket of vanilla ice cream.

In sum, with such inexplicable confidence and the protection of Bainen, I will continue to study peacefully at the Four Seas Academy — normally he will hide himself and not appear before me.

But I made a deal with him that when I was surrounded by a group of demons who didn’t know what to do with this passion, I would sneak my hands behind my back and Bae-bain would appear in time to scare them away.

This has been counterproductive and has reduced many troubles for my learning career.

At the same time, the Bluebird teacher told me that the match was abandoned and needed a week of repair.

Although the name is a bit difficult to ignore, my attention has been drawn to something else — the embarrassing and impolite smile of a bluebird teacher.

This expression is familiar to me, and I am blessed with the heart and soul, but I can’t help but guess: “It’s not because we’re going to be auctioning the number of the matchmaking places in the meantime. I’m sorry.

Teacher Bluebird:

I’m:

We met face to face, and the teacher began to swear, “Don’t worry! It’s auctioned, but it’s a good spot. It’s been screened by the headmaster and the headmaster. There’s absolutely no such thing as bad schoolmates! I’m sorry.

As if I had known one another, I had noded my head in a place I knew, and somehow the devil made me ask him, “Is it hard for Bae’nai?” I’m sorry.

After I said that, the face of the bluebird teacher was frozen.

And then, in the trees behind me, the sound of twigs, twigs and twigs. And it’s like a monster standing on a tree slips by accident and falls off a tree.

“Well, I don’t know what the bluebird teacher means.

“He is an animal.” I wonder. “How do you distinguish between the beasts, Mr. Bluebird?” I’m sorry.

The teacher whispered, “We don’t have a monster in the strict sense of the word, but we’re all in the same school, and we can’t get in there. That’s why they’re all character…

“He’s not mean,” and I didn’t think about it, so I explained to him, “He comes to the end of class, sits at the end, doesn’t bother the other classmates, he’s going to volunteer. He knew that his classmates were afraid of him, so he did not appear in front of everyone, and he was very helpful and often helped me. I’m sorry.

The twitching branch of the tree came to a halt.

Mr. Bluebird stunned and looked at me with an indescribable look: “Nacchan, you won’t.”

I realized that Bae-bain was standing in the tree behind me, listening to Mr. Bluebird again, and I didn’t know why, suddenly, there was some tension and a beat.

“You don’t want to sign a life contract with Bae-bain,” the bluebird teacher is worried, “but your family won’t agree, and Bae-bae hasn’t come alone, and he hasn’t volunteered to participate in the auction for the matchmaking number…it’s probably not interested in going out of town.” I’m sorry.

I was silent for a few seconds: “I didn’t think so, I know, teacher bluebird.” I’m sorry.

“I’d really like to be afraid of him, but I’m sure the teacher will treat the students the same way. “The bluebird teacher is a little upset, but I can’t help it.

But the bluebird teacher said, “It’s strange, Nacchan, isn’t it because of your blood? I’m sorry.

I said, “Well maybe I facilitated his digestion?” I’m sorry.

Teacher of Bluebirds: ?

I said, “It’s pre-eating ice cream. I’m sorry.

The bluebird teacher: I’m sorry.

After this conversation with Mr. Bluebird, Bae-bain and I went to dinner.

He looked at me as if he was trying to say something, but he was in a state of confusion, and then he suffocated: “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” I’m sorry.

I laughed, “I know. I’m sorry.

“You don’t have to…” and Bae’s voice is still cold, “So speak for me. I’m sorry.

“I’m not talking to you,” I corrected him, and I said, “I’m just saying what I really think.” I’m sorry.

“In my heart, you’re fine. You’re not mean. I’m sorry.

Bae failed to live.

This rigidity of young people in their postures, with their faces as cold as water, even the apathy and air of their eyebrows became clearer, and only a twilight that spreads over their ears confirmed his true emotions.

And he covered his lips, and his voice was down, and he said, “You too are well.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him in the light of the moon, and somehow, I thought of what Mr. Bluebird had said, “He didn’t go to the auction,” and suddenly I was a little depressed.

Better yet, you don’t want to sign a contract with me…

I’m in such a state of mind and I’m scared of myself — how can I think that?

Bae’s free to make any choice, and I can’t think that he has to do that because most of my classmates want to sign a contract with me.

It’s so narcissistic!

Wake myself up and I’m starting to get ready to meet on Sunday.

The so-called cathedral, in fact, is a small cathedral in the college, surrounded in the heart of the lake by a ludicrous sprout forest, which is very hidden.

I don’t know who was the first to meet, but it’s also an animal, and perhaps I need to prepare some gifts to express goodwill.

– The mood lasted just one second before I met this classmate.

“Yo,” looks like a handsome boy with a nice face. “Nacchan, I haven’t seen you since last time. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Yes, he was the one who asked me how many meals I could eat.

I can only say hello to him: “Long time no see.” I’m sorry.

I shared with him the little dinosaur cookies I brought from the human world, and he looked at my cookie, “This is the dragon.” I’m sorry.

I’m very confused: “This is cookies. I’m sorry.

“Student, I’m really curious,” he suddenly fell down and said, “I hear you humans used to eat dragon veal. I’m sorry.

I said, “…may be… just rumors…”

“I’m after a dragon, mocking the wind,” and it’s kind of sad, and it looks like I’m dead. I’m sorry.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

That sounds violent!

We said, “I won’t, really. I’m sorry.

“That’s great,” and “I can screech for you for a second, and I’m excited for it.” I heard them say, “I can screech for you, but it’s like there was only one human named Zhumiko who ate a twig, and you didn’t taste it. I can give you a taste of it, but he’s so big that I can’t find it.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

I don’t know where he heard it, but I don’t think he’s really good at his “History of Human Civilization.”

The Four Seas Institute is an institution of higher learning about the construction of the world of demons, the coexistence of human beings with demons, how demons survive in the human world, and the six-part relationship, which is essentially the same as a university in the human world, with many strange and strange sessions.

Demons think differently than humans, and I have felt it in the last few days.

The cynicism, though a little off, was so passionate that I talked to him for two words, and I wondered: “You’re the son of dragons and Fengs. Aren’t you supposed to be in the fairy world? I’m sorry.

Like dragons and Phoenixs, most of them have gone beyond demons, and have their own deities and fairy bodies.

“This…” Looks like a bit of a cynic, “The universe is so boring that I’ve come to the devil.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh…”

“And not just me, you know, this time it’s not just me, and he’s born as a god of God, and he’s not even coming down from God’s land, and he’s heard, and he’s still a god of the underworld, and he’s come to the Four Seas College,” and he says, “Well, I’m telling you, now the world has the highest level of education, the world of the fair and the fair and the fair, and it’s starting to be 996, and the world of magic and the underworld is starting late, so we’ve all sent our children to the devil’s world to trust. I’m sorry.

I know one thing about the six worlds, but I’m a little shocked that the Four Seas College is a nursery.

So Bae-bae’s in trust?

“But there’s one more reason,” “the mocking wind looks a little awkward and coughs twice, “and now the White Dragon of the Fairy is my distant cousin, she’s got a good appetite, and almost ate the Temple of the Moon when the moon came to be married.” Of course that’s not the point. I’m just giving an example. In any case, since her generation, we have been eating more and more, and the stock at the East Sea Dragon Palace is no longer holding up, and the old White Dragon has driven us out of our old gnawings…”

I’m:

Scoffs: ..

Well, I can’t afford it.

In short, it gives me a new layer of thinking — can I sustain him if I really have a life contract with him? Will he empty our house too?

We asked him, “If you had gone to the world, would you have been able to support yourself?” I’m sorry.

“Of course, you may not see what I look like, but I’m the one who works most hard.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

So I gave him a petal of Snow Lotus.

Think about it, it’s nice to have a mocking wind, after all, because his blood is so noble that he can suppress my seal.

It’s just that when I went back to the dormitory after school this afternoon, I found out that Bae-bai had come down and said two words.

I was a little strange, and I yelled at the open air, “Pein.” I’m sorry.

This is how the young man, who is long and tall, falls on my side, with his lips on his forehead as black as ink, with his skin on top of his skin, and even diminishes one or two gruesome aura.

I didn’t see anything wrong: “Do you learn today? Human words.” I’m sorry.

As I can see before, Bae-bain stopped coming to school because he was too scared, but he was still trying to learn those words — for reasons I’m not sure, probably to send letters to his mother in the world?

He spoke only half of his mouth, but did not answer my question: “Will you choose to mock?” I’m sorry.

I was stunned and told the truth, “Maybe…”

Bae-bae looked like he was going to say something, but he didn’t say anything, he just looked down.

I have no reason to think that he’s in a bad mood, but look closely, he looks like frost, and he’s cold, and he’s not different from before.

My dormitory was deliberately forbidden, and there was no demon around it, and the sun was like blood, and the sky’s thin clouds were drenched in shallow gold, and there was an indescribable beauty.

“Do you want to see my sword?” I’m sorry.

He’s just looking up, a little confused.

And I said, “The sword was with me long ago, and I danced with it every day, and it was close to me, and I could show you.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know why Bae’s in a bad mood, or if he’s in a bad mood, but I think, if something happens to him, have some vanilla ice cream.

Not enough, then one.

And he looked at me, as if the frosting of his eyes had melted a little from such a beautiful sunset.

And We strengthened, and set my breath, and called out the sword,

When the wind in the heavens and the earth is raging, they blow down flowers and leaves from one tree, and fall like snow.

And We held the handle of the sword, and began to practice it, as a thousand times before.

I don’t know what I’m like now, but it’s not so bad that I’ve been told by my elders that I’m a dragon, and I’m a dragon.

When the sword was finished, my breath was a little shaky, my nose was hurried, and I felt the energy in my body was getting more confused, and I was getting dizzy and my wrist was pulled by Bae-bae.

And he looked at me in the eyes of a cold star, as if it had been melted, and no more half of it had gushing, except for a spring of water, soluble moon, and warm and clear, but hidden in the night, complex emotions unknown.

Bae-bae looks cold and warm, and the hand holding me is warm.

His fingertips fell on my wrists, a warm feeling of familiarity came, and he hesitated and finally pulled me.

As close as we could move a little, my nostrils could reach his chest.

Bae-bain drowned me in a fragrance, but at the same time, the feeling of warmness spread to my limbs, as if I were in a hot spring, relaxed, even unconscious, soft, falling.

Is that the musk bloodline?

And I thought, it’s so… addictive.

04

Except for the first day’s kisses, there came only a scorned man, and after them were demons.

Although only qualified ogres are allowed to enter this little kiosk, there is no shelter in it, and others are always standing outside it, looking at me with that hot look, and sometimes with some boldness, causing a battle.

It’s like, suddenly, it’s like going from a blind date to a blind date, or a big fight.

The next day, for example, he showed me a big living fish, spitting a sea out of my mouth, and fortunately called me a cloud, or I would be washed away by sea.

I swear to you, “My sister, my taste is no different from the smell of the sea. I can eat anything. I’ve got fish in my belly. I’m sorry.

I’m:

I heard the human language of the class is taught by the Northeast Tiger teacher.

The third day, the fourth day and the fifth day, respectively, are the crane, the stone and the wall of our class.

They say their families are rich and rich. That’s probably one of the reasons I saw them so early.

In particular, her family opened the VIP channel in the human and demon world because it was a rare monster, and allegedly also opened an eco-protective sightseeing park in the demons, whose owners were named on the list last year.

And the monsters that we’re seeing next, they’re basically from our class — and the headmaster seems to be right, and we’re all from our class, and they’re all in line with what my family says.

Every once in a while, teaching Bae-bae to practice at night, Bae-bae asked me who to make the contract with.

So I shook my head: “Everyone’s fine. I’m sorry.

Bae-bae won’t talk.

Since the opening of the blindfold, Bae-bain’s mood has been volatile, sometimes well and sometimes unhappy. Although he did not know the reason, he did not take the initiative and I did not ask much.

When he was in a bad mood, I showed him the sword, but it seemed less and less effective. He used to hold my hand and look down at me and wonder what I was thinking.

One night, I woke up from a dream, and as soon as I got out of the dormitory, I saw a tree not far away, and Bae-in was sitting quietly.

One of his legs dipped, one of his legs stretched straight, and his hair was loosed from his forehead. The gill’s tattoos made him look handsome, and the red bead colour in his mouth did not look like the past, but rather the color of a ferocious metallurgical.

Bae Bae Bae’s eyes, probably in the middle of the day, are cold and cold, scattered and lazy, with a strange red in his eyes.

I wondered why he was here, and I cried out to him, “Pein.” I’m sorry.

It is like being woken up from some kind of mythic dream and suddenly looking up at my moment, and the twirling reaction was greatly avoided.

He rolls down a tree, he’s all over his body, he’s all over his body, and he’s all over his lips: “Narin.” I’m sorry.

I blinked, I thought his reaction was a little weird, but not much, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t sleep. “It’s quieter here. I’m sorry.

“Did you have a dream? I’m sorry.

Bae-bae’s body is frozen, he looks at me, his eyes are wide open, and even his face is a bit of a mess.

“Hmm? I don’t know, “I just had a dream, but I don’t remember what I was dreaming about. I’m sorry.

Bae Bae’s stiff body is a little relaxed, and he stretches his hand on his hair belt, so I can hardly hear it: “…not a nightmare.” I’m sorry.

“Good dreams,” I heard, and said, “That’s good.” I’m sorry.

Baebai:

His voice was suffocating: “No good.” I’m sorry.

I said, “What?”

And I thought, “What good dreams are they?” If it were me, I’d wake up and go back to sleep and try to keep it going. I’m sorry.

“Continuation”? “Pe is reading this word in vain, but for a moment, the obscurantism of his ears was caught.

I nod my head: “Yeah. I’m sorry.

The passion gradually rose to the cheek, and Bae-bae reacted suddenly, with his face covered in one hand, and the face was clearly struggling: “I’m going back first.” I’m sorry.

And when he had finished his speech, it seemed to have been calmed by a nightmare that he could not remember, and I turned my eyes at him, “Good night, have a good dream.” I’m sorry.

He calmed down with his panic, his bright eyes were staring at me, his voice was soft and his two words were soft: “Good night.” I’m sorry.

Sleep tight.

The next day at noon, I came to the blindfold again.

This time, it’s a famous classmate.

Looks like a 16-and-seven-year-old kid with a very steady personality, a faceless face and a little talky.

And We sat with him at the side of the border for five minutes, and suddenly the hearing opened: “Don’t worry, I will not steal your heart, nor will I utter a lie anywhere. I’m sorry.

I don’t really worry that he’s younger than me and doesn’t know how to talk.

“I’m 200 years old.” I’m not young!”

I’m:

Listen:

“It was an accident, and sometimes I didn’t want to hear it, but I could hear it. I’m sorry.

I said, “Well, okay. I’m sorry.

“If you take me to the earth, I can help you with good and evil and protect you from evil.” I’m sorry.

We’re still talking. We can’t wait to see the kids.

Don’t pretend! We all heard you talking in your sleep last night about going to the people’s world to play the carousel! I’m sorry.

“Yes, you should be careful. He doesn’t talk nonsense, but he’s got a bad dream. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Listen:

And the deafness of anger shall be heard, and I will be exposed. I’m sorry.

“You’re exposed, you’re exposed, there are so many monsters, who knows who you can hear!” I’m sorry.

“It’s just that the secret in my heart is that I want to enter into a contract with Nacchan’s classmates. That’s not the way of evil. I’m sorry.

“Where you only want to enter into a contract, you’ve got a little red-faced voice, and there’s an unheard! I’m sorry.

I’m like, “What’s wrong with you?”

I’m still confused and I’m like, “The spirit, it smells good, it’s cute, it wants to hold.” I’m sorry.

All quiet.

I’m:

“Who is this?” I’m sorry.

“Whoa, it’s true that Nacchan…

“It’s really cute, Nacchan. It’s normal to hug. I’m sorry.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re 400 years from your age. No wonder you can’t hear it. I’m sorry.

We said, “…” that is to say, “Did we hear that we were six hundred?”

“There’s something that only adults can listen to,” and it’s like age, and it’s like, “Dreams, Spirits, look, think…”

He doesn’t know what he heard. He’s not finished. He doesn’t know where the wind is. He heard two sounds, but didn’t know where the light came from and sealed his mouth.

It’s a quiet, laughter.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, a child-ha-ha. I’m sorry.

Let’s hear it. Some things come back when they’re 600 years old. I’m sorry.

I can’t tell you anything but I can’t hear it.

“But then again, isn’t it just a light to protect the ban? I’m sorry.

Sometimes the demons ask questions and are covered up by the laughter of other monsters.

When I left school this day, I taught him how to write, but he didn’t know why he was so distracted, even several wrong words.

I asked, “What’s wrong with you, Bae-in?” I’m sorry.

“It’s all right,” Bae said, “In the day, listen…”

I said, “Well?”

“Don’t you think it’s disgusting?” I’m sorry.

“I don’t think so,” I thought, and seriously, “The world of demons is different from the human world, and we’re all very generous, and there’s nothing bad about it. Besides, even if I wanted to hold me, it was just a thought.

My words stop.

I looked at Bae-bae, and he looked at me.

By the way, Bae-bain had a dream last night, and I was as fragrance to him, full of vanilla ice cream… I didn’t hug him, but when he was the closest to me, we were hugging.

Is that the sound of Bae’s heart?

I was just going to ask him why Bae-bae stood up and disappeared in front of me, and I told him not to show up.

I said, “…?” Is that a covert bell?

I think it’s a little funny, but I’m holding on to it, I’m not laughing, I’m just getting my lips up, but I don’t want to go up on my own, and then I’m bending to a nice rad.

He won’t admit it, but I’m really happy…

It’s the kind of pleasure that I don’t know why.

05

The principal gave me a total of 30 snowlines, and I’m about to be finished before the end of the semester.

In fact, I gave them the petals of snowlines, the vision of the headmaster, and the fact that I thought they were kind and cute, although sometimes they did something I couldn’t understand but I could accept it.

Including listening, I thought he was a minor, was hard to bring him back to the world, but he was crying after being banned by the lights, and it looked so pathetic that I gave him a petal.

When I was left with the last petal, the headmaster himself left the greenhouse and came to see me at the school building.

“Nacchan, you have the last snowline left? * He’s still so gentle and kind and smiles like a spring wind *

I nod my head. I’m sorry.

“Well, our New Year’s party is about to begin, and today you’ll see the last one, and you’ll be able to officially register.” The headmaster lamented, “I’ve just heard from the human world that this time you signed a contract, and the Society will send someone and your parents will probably come. I’m sorry.

I’m not concerned about Mom and Dad coming, but I think it’s strange: “Is New Year’s Eve not December?” It’s not winter yet. I’m sorry.

“Well, because some of our students at the college are going to hibernate, the headmaster and the headmaster explain, “So if it’s New Year’s, we’ll have New Year’s parties twice a year. I’m sorry.

I see.

Having spent so much time at the Four Seas College, it was very easy for me to accept this strange thing, noding and talking to the headmaster and going to the corner.

Unfortunately, this one-time match-up has not been too loud, and all the classmates are staring at the center of the match-point, and there are no demons talking, and they are just jealous and sublime.

Conserve?

I’ve been here so long, and I haven’t seen them.

I looked at a young man standing in the booth.

He is dressed in white, with his eyes as a spring mountain, and his eyes as a moon, and the five officials are so beautiful and in a state of obscurity, as if they were alone in the river, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the land, as if they were in the sea, and as if they were warm, and with the lids of their sleeve, their sleeves, and their sleeves were covered with a cloud, and a cloud, and a cloud of a

I know him. He’s the best choice I’ve got for me in my family: The Bryce.

And when I came, this young man with a bright teeth smiled at me: “I am Baekzawa, Nacchan.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Hello. I’m sorry.

“It was a while ago that I went to the Sending Land and came back,” Baekzawa explained to me, “So it’s just today and I hope that Nacchan doesn’t blame me.” I’m sorry.

How could I blame you?

Baezawa is a highly blessed revere, with a thousand ties to my home, and with the ability to help me warm my strength. If I give him the petals of snowline, he will win the New Year’s Eve.

– That’s him.

I knew before I came, and my family told me everything, and I didn’t really care about who to sign the contract, which was supposed to be the best choice, but I didn’t have any reason… or I didn’t have no reason, I wasn’t happy.

There appeared in my heart a black garment, and he was a cold and violent man, not as respected as White Zawa, nor did He bring such a nearness.

But, but I feel like…

I struggled a little, but I ended up down and out of frustration.

Bae-bain did not want to go to the human world, and he was not interested in entering into a contract with me, and even during that time, when I finished teaching him all his words, he did not appear.

Obviously, I just wanted to.

Then forget it. Maybe later, when I can control my power, I can see him sometimes.

With this in mind, I gave the last snowline flower to Baekzawa: “Here you go. I’m sorry.

He looked surprised for a moment, but soon he picked up the petals of the snowlines with his heart: “Thank you for the gift from Nacchan.” I’m sorry.

I had a lot on my mind, but he laughed and went back to the dorm.

I looked out the window at that round of the month of tomorrow, and I remembered many nights past, many sunsets, and I stood under a tree and danced for Bae’s sword, while his eyes were softer than the moon, holding my hand, and my heart couldn’t help.

But I… haven’t seen him in days.

Asked the principal, he only said he took a leave of absence and went out for one thing.

I don’t know anything. I just know that the night before last, I felt warm and warm, and I woke up, and all the energy was gone — probably before Bae-bae left, to prevent me from rioting and to protect me.

What was it that he felt that night, standing by my bed, absorbing for me the forces of the rebellion?

You think he’s sick when he eats so much?

I was still in a coma and suddenly the window was knocked on.

I stood up after the surprise, “Pe…”

Not Bae Boon.

I’m surprised to see the little bird swirling in front of my window.

It is a white bird of colour, three feet under its belly, holding a letter, and a plume of pearls, beautiful and elegant.

I opened the window, looked at the bird’s black eye, and I only felt a little weird and familiar, and I asked the test question, “…Mr. Bluebird?” I’m sorry.

The bird was steeped in strangulation, then slowly shaped before me — a true teacher of bluebirds.

The bluebird teacher seemed a little numb: “Summer, I’ll deliver the letter. I’m sorry.

I was surprised, “It’s so late…”

“I don’t want to.” “I don’t want to. I don’t do this part-time part-time. Who writes now?” I’m sorry.

I remember the rumors about the bluebirds: “You don’t want to? I’m sorry.

“It’s the bluebird’s instinct to deliver the letter,” said the bluebird teacher, a little calm, sighs, “as long as there’s a degree of emotion in the letter, I’m attracted to it, but I haven’t felt it for many years, so I woke up asleep…”

“Ah?” I wonder. “Who sent this letter? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know, but all I know is that his feelings are for you, but that’s all I’m going to have to do.” The bluebird teacher had a yawn, and he explained in a sleep, “It’s a good thing now that the fairy and demon world are moving between each other, or it’s a lot of trouble to get back and forth.”

A letter from the Fairy World?

I still don’t have a clue, but when I look at Mr. Bluebird’s overwork, I put down these confusions and said with some guilt: “Then go back to rest.” I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, it’s mail, it’s very good for me,” he says, “It’s a gift, but I haven’t been able to do it for years. I didn’t think I’d do it again. I’m sorry.

I heard her scream, “Don’t be late at night” and laughed and opened the envelope.

It was a piece of paper full of words — not even a letter, because there was no money left, and there was no incriminating claim, and there were only broken words that were turned over.

I’m stuck.

Because I see that the writing on the paper is so familiar that it says:

– Once upon a time, there was a good man, Sunshine, with a sword.

Then it’s full of “Shareing”, “The Sunshine”, and then it’s all there is.

Spirit, spirit, spirit, spirit…

It’s like a thousand times that young people don’t know what to write, and they don’t feel like it.

He wrote at least a thousand times.

06

Winter to New Year’s Eve is on schedule.

Bae-bae still hasn’t come back, and I now know he’s working in the Fairy World, looking for Bae-sawa, who came back from the Fairy, but Bae-sawa has disappeared since that day, and no demon knows where they are.

I asked the principal, who just laughed and said he approved the note.

I went to see the fake note, and it was “doing business” written by Bae-bai, and “good things” written by Baek-sawa, and I didn’t know why the headmaster had given the leave…

Anyway, by the time the first show starts at the party, the demons who got my petals sit together, with the exception of Baekzawa.

The host tonight is our class teacher, Zingbird, and the next class teacher, Nord Tiger, who spoke in the chair, with a hysteric clique and a babyicidal sound.

The next show ends with “Big Wu” and I’m distracted, and I see some commotion in the flower petals next to me, and then I look back and see that it’s Baekzawa.

And he was still a glistening look of the wind, and he smiled at me.

I think it’s kind of a big smile, and I don’t know what’s going on.

– “Sharin. I’m sorry.

One day, like three autumns apart.

So I always felt like it was a long time before I saw him.

I’ve been stuck in my head for seconds, looking at the young people in front of me. He seems to be a bit different today, with his clothes no longer being pure black, his sleeves with silver gills and his forehead straps with the same pattern, and he seems more handsome and indescribable under the dark lights.

I can’t tell where he’s changed, but I think he’s got an extra kind of obstinate attitude like a king.

I wanted to say a lot, but I ended up holding his fingertips and whispering, “Where have you been?” I’m sorry.

I really miss you.

Bae Yi seems to have stopped, and then his ears appear familiar.

I held his hand a little tighter, and I was just trying to talk, and I suddenly heard coughs coming up.

I look up and see only teachers of the Northeast Tiger and the Bluebird who are trying so hard to look at me, while the principal coughs embarrassingly. They are standing next to a group of human beings, among them a deformed couple who are staring at Bae’s parents.

“Uh, well, it’s…” The bluebird teacher tried to play the round, and “This is the judges sent by the Society for the Solidarity of Men with Demons. I’m sorry.

I blinked and remembered that my parents were coming today.

But I didn’t let go. I just held Bae’s hand a little tighter and laughed at them.

My parents said:

Headmaster:

Teacher Bluebird:

“Is that your parents? I’m sorry.

And I whispered, “Well, they’ll probably choose Baekzawa, but it doesn’t matter, and I’m not married, and I can still be with you…”

I can’t say it anymore. I just feel strangely hot on my cheek.

But when I thought about it, I felt like I had to tell Bae-bae my heart, and I had the courage to say, “Be-bae-bae, I am.”

This time, I’m not finished.

The only thing I see is that Bae-bain carefully pulled out of his clothes three snow Lotus flowers, and looked at me with his eyes as they began: “Is that right to make a life contract with you? I’m sorry.

He’s done it, he looks more nervous. I’m sorry.

“Now, let’s have some of the racers with the snowline petals…” The bluebird teacher did his best on stage in the cure process, but none of the petals next to me stood up, including Baekzawa.

They all looked at Bae-bain and me with a warm look, and finally, the mocking wind couldn’t help but rise up: “How can you not? I’m sorry.

That’s it. “Go up, look at the girl next to you. I’m sorry.

“Remember what you promised, my magic savannah tent, and the pony said, “And that savannah barbeque…”

“We’re the beauty of grown-ups,” the white wolf smiled, and said, “Nacchan, aren’t you touched?” I’m sorry.

“Come on, Dan’s crane turned a white eye and said, “Didn’t you listen to another dream? I’m sorry.

“And he said he would find you a ride in the realm of magic.” I’m sorry.

White Wolf: “Oh, shit! Don’t you take away the benefits? I’m sorry.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he said, “I can’t help but hear my face.” “It’s them who you want to choose, who you want to dream about, who I can’t control!” I’m sorry.

“I can’t do things I can’t do in a bad marriage,” and the smile of a gentle and noble man, the face of Shiraawa, is a little tactful. “Pein, I’ve done what you promised me. I’m sorry.

They’re still yelling, but they’re not as good as they were for the first time.

I have discovered this change long ago — perhaps because, as Mr. Greenbird said, I have abetted Bae-bae’s aggressiveness, perhaps because they have become used to Bae-bae’s presence from time to time, or perhaps because Bae-ba’il has worked hard to integrate.

But I still didn’t think that I thought I’d get all the snowflake petals in such a way that I didn’t want to enter into a contract, and I was nervous to ask if that would qualify.

I think my nose is a little sour, but I’m still nodding. I’m sorry.

Of course I would. I’d love to.

I don’t want to push him, but I can’t fool him.

I want to choose him, I can’t hide it, I can’t hide it from all the monsters who have taken the petals.

When Bae’al saw me noding, his eyes were as though they had been polished, and then he stood up and noded towards you, and he took the three snowlines to the stage and stood by the headmaster in silence.

“Oh, my God, you’re the only one who’s been waiting all day to see a second monster. I’m sorry.

Bae Bae hesitated to lie, and looked carefully at my parents, “I…”

“Come on, my dad’s down, he’s down, he’s down, he’s down, he’s down, he’s down, he’s down, he’s down, he’s down. I’m sorry.

My mother noded her head too: “Looks good and doesn’t look like a real iron eater, and you can’t bully our spirits in the future.” I’m sorry.

I was prepared to try to convince my parents, but they did.

I said, “What?”

What’s going on? It’s like I didn’t do anything.

“I went to visit your parents in the past, and Baekzawa suddenly opened his mouth and said, “I’m having some difficulties in the fair world, and I’m asking Bae-bain, on condition that I help him with some of his aggressiveness, and of course, help the people, and I persuaded your parents. I’m sorry.

So Bae-bae’s disappearance was to help Baek-sawa.

I don’t know what to say, I can only say from my heart, “Thank you…”

“When I first met you, I knew you had a man in your heart, and Baekzawa smiled at me, and said, “We Baekzawa know everything. I have unfinished business in the fair world, and I can’t stay in the world for decades, and your parents can’t ask anything but to do.” I wanted to apologize to you, but the first time I saw you, I knew you didn’t want to choose me. I’m sorry.

No wonder he was surprised when he saw me give him the petals.

I feel a little embarrassed: “If Bae-bae doesn’t want to, I intend to listen to my family.” “How did you deal with Bae-bae’s frenzy?” I’m sorry.

“Well, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, he’s around him, and it’s only a matter of time, and he’s just a matter of time. “But it’s like he can’t wait that long, so I used his time to help him move the unincorporated power into the future. I’m sorry.

I don’t know where I’m from. I’m called on the cold.

“Ling Ling, come up and sign the contract. I’m sorry.

I bend my eyelids, I beat my heart towards a little helpless mother, and then I came to Bae-bain, and he held my hand gently until he spoke.

“Ahem. We’re looking at each other, and my dad’s face is not so natural as to cough twice, and he doesn’t mean we’re not letting go, and he’s like, “The Spirit, what I told you before, you should have said.” I’m sorry.

I realized that I had taken the advice of the teacher of the bluebird, and I said, “This time, in addition to my life-long contract, there are many temporary contracts, which are for three years, all of which are young people of our association, who can come and choose who they want and who they want, if they are satisfied with each other. I’m sorry.

And when you say that, it’s a lot of fun down there.

“Yes,” the headmaster also said, “This time, there were 100, and there were only 50, but because of the good work done by the birds in the human world, the Association has doubled our offer. I’m sorry.

“The jay? My classmates look weird, and they say, “He’s good if he doesn’t burn the school, right? I’m sorry.

In short, Mr. Greenbird added, “Spring’s visits took place during this period, and the 100 places have been roughly set, and it will be announced later that it will be time to ask Nat and Baeban to enter into a life-long contract. I’m sorry.

The contract is an energy law framework developed by the Society for the Solidarity of Man’s Demons, which, while binding on both parties, has many benefits — one of the capabilities of a life-long contract alone — that is to say, to be able to communicate and to be present on call.

As long as we have a contract, wherever we are, after calling each other, they can choose to be around us.

It was also the first time that the ogres of the Four Seas College had seen the place where the contract had been concluded, and the humans of the Society for the Solidarity of Man and the Demons had begun to stage, and they had been excited to whisper.

“It’s good to have a chance to go to the human world, even though you haven’t signed a life contract with Nacchan. I’m sorry.

“Pein and Nacchan will share their power from now on. I’m sorry.

“Summer’s not just anybody. I’m sorry.

“Nacchan himself said that she had a sword in her body, nothing special, just an ordinary person, and that’s still far from Perena. I’m sorry.

“It is true that Nacchan should be ordinary in a special family, and that those who are powerful, can fly and can even predict the future. I’m sorry.

“But Nacchan is weak. People are really cute. I’m sorry.

“Yes, Nacchan is so soft, ” Dan is a little worried, “I hope Bae-bain doesn’t bully her. I’m sorry.

He heard these words and laughed, “You’re thinking too much. I’m sorry.

When the time was on the stage, the girls in the center of the stage were hand-stamped, and a sword so sharp as snow appeared in front of everyone, and it was cold and a buzzing sound.

And it was a moment when the sword appeared, and the weight of the earth was spread out, as though the kings were kings in the heavens, and the demons under them were suffocating.

She had a name, and the hearing said, “I’ve heard it many times, grandchild.” I’m sorry.

A silence.

“That, uh, I remember, Huang’s real name is the grandchild.”

“The first family of the Society, the grandchild…”

“Was Huang’s sword always at the altar of his grandson…”

“I’ve heard rumors in one world that, uh, the son-in-law’s family was born a baby 10 years ago, and that the sword, which has been silent for thousands of years, has taken its place directly.

“How to put it.” I’m sorry.

“The yellow emperor’s blood, the sword master…”

In the end, the demons who were scrambling from their mouths asked, “Did she have any misunderstanding about ordinary people?” I’m sorry.

At the same time, I didn’t notice the reactions of my classmates, but I just looked at Baena at the heart of the storm, as in the past, taking a deep breath and focusing on the three feet of the blade in front of me and starting to dance.

A sword to frost…

Boo!

Bae’s hairbelt fell, and the red bead was much lighter, and even revealed a transparent gold.

And I know that the sword, even though it is in the air, is the breath of the King, the King, who is the only King, who is capable of suppressing all the rest.

He looked me in the dark and looked at me, and came to me step by step from the other side of the line, and this time he held me in the moment he held my wrist.

As if the violentness of the sword had been appeased, and as many of the gills had not entered his forehead, the storm between the heavens and the earth had stopped, and the warmth of the sea had immersed me, and I closed my eyes and held him gently.

If the sword enters the saber, the saber stops.

The sword calmed down, sank in front of me, even in a spiritual place, a little bit of a line on the forehead, and seemed very fond of the gill that digested its excess power.

It danced with satisfaction and turned into a small sword in my eyebrow.

If I were a sword, Bae’al would be my weed.

I was buried in Bae’s arms, whispering, “Will you always like vanilla ice cream?” I’m sorry.

“I’ll always like you.” I’m sorry.

After that, he softened his voice: “I love you, Spirit. I’m sorry.

It’s not the breath, it’s not the power, it’s not the vanilla ice cream, it’s not the headmaster’s order.

Perhaps, from the first time we met, the girl sat next to him and showed him a bright smile.

At that moment, the heart was moved, and there was no resistance.

He’s never seen a light so bright.

I was silent for a few seconds, “In fact, Mr. Bluebird sent me a letter that you wrote on paper, and I saw it.”

Pei Bainton was stiff, he looked helpless and his face was burning.

“I love you, too,” and I raised my feet and solemnly kissed him on the forehead, “I want to stay with you.” I’m sorry.

There was a sudden explosion of loud and laughter under the table.

We stand on stage, surrounded by empty air, with only one another in the middle of the line.

Only this time, we are no longer two gravel against the sea, but we are integrated into the waves.

“No, don’t think about it! Hear your hearts and be forbidden again! I’m sorry.

As soon as we turned our heads, we saw the face-stuffing mouths hanging around for a while, and it looked like it was unlovable.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I turned and saw Bae-bae laugh.

He laughed carefully and was happy, as the spring and snow melted, the rivers unfrozen, the grass recovered, everything flourished and a new year came.

It’s the first New Year of the Monsters and the first New Year we’ve spent together.

– “Happy New Year, Bae-bain. I’m sorry.

– “Happy New Year, Spirit.” I’m sorry.

Record number YX11o5K7l3W

The day before the freshman year, I suddenly had a perceptive eye.

On the way to the school bathhouse, he also ran into a group of his sports roommates who died on the ground.

A group of boys just took a shower, some wore a vest and some put a towel on their shoulders.

I don’t think so.

The ashes of the land are the most arrogant of the delegations of the men.

I almost died on the spot with this restricted image.

One.

“Little man, you look so red. I’m sorry.

The ashes are wet with a messy black hair and low head.

A broad shoulder with a narrow waist abdomen, and a gray sports pants.

The star’s eyes bend, the play is full.

And We looked with wise eyes and looked away from his eyes.

OS: Shit, I can’t tell you what just happened.

He’s a handsome man with a good figure.

It’s always the brightest in the crowd.

Unfortunately, good boys have more mouths.

Too bad.

We both had a class in kindergarten and junior high, and he was behind me.

We’ll always be the last two.

I remember calling me at 3:00 in the morning after my high school graduation party:

“On the day of the party, I said I’m sick and I can’t drink, and you’re telling people I’m not gonna live long?” I’m sorry.

I yelled, “What about you?”

“I told you I was starving. You told people I was married? I’m sorry.

He said, “And I can’t talk to you if you want me to take you home. You turn around and tell everyone I can’t do that? I’m sorry.

The sound of the ashes sounds like I can’t stop chewing my bones like that.

From that night, I knew clearly and clearly.

I’m the one who’s never going to call.

There’s a lot of people around, and I feel like I’m going to see something coming out of my eyes.

You’re not going to get a needle in your eye?

The ashes picked up the white T-shirt from a friend and put it on and made fun of me.

“The fever? I’m sorry.

I leaned on him, and I turned my eyes away: “You’re the one who’s making a fuss!” I’m sorry.

I realized I’d listened to it.

And the ashes laugh: “The dwarf.”

“Take you to dinner later. I’m sorry.

Two.

It’s killing me!

“No, I’m not hungry. I’m sorry.

I can’t take advantage of this for nothing!

Even if I stand in front of me with a beautiful body.

But I don’t have the guts to look at it.

The smile on the face of the ashes faded, and the lips were straight: “Chiri, do you remember what day it is today? I’m sorry.

“Good day, I’ll go first. I’m sorry.

Today is 16 September.

It’s also the eighth day with a perceptive eye.

Before my left eye’s veil was removed, it seemed like the right eye was moving.

“Reary, young people are very angry and normal.”

“I can’t find a boyfriend to let go of the fire, so don’t be bored to watch some action films. I’m sorry.

I’m innocent!

Is that what I want to see?

I’m a woman who can shame a man and a woman who watch a TV show.

How can I digest a picture like this?

The next day, the right eye succeeded in growing a huge barley swelling.

On the way back from the hospital to the dormitory, I saw a glasses store and I bought contact lenses with dead horses in my heart.

It’s called a beauty.

Put it on and I found it.

Look at the eyes as if…

Really?

The roommate pushed the door in and said, “Get down! Hot news! I’m sorry.

“On yesterday’s birthday, the ashes of the yard promised the school flower Lisbeth’s confession!”

It was his birthday yesterday!

I feel a little guilty and uncomfortable.

I asked why the ashes never fell in love.

He said if he talked first, wouldn’t it be like leaving me alone as a dwarf?

He was supposed to be a single dog, but he talked to his girlfriend.

Now… what kind of single dog am I?

3

You can recover with contact lenses, just like usual, so you don’t have to look 18-gauges every day.

That’s how I can remember the ashes and call him to make an apology.

Two phone calls. A girl answered.

The voice is soft enough to be able to melt the bones: “Who is it that you seek?”

And I stammered, and suddenly I stammered, and I looked for the ashes. I’m sorry.

I’d like to hang up.

This girl is obviously Les!

When I was about to hang up the phone, there was a smile on the head.

“What, the little one’s stammering again? I’m sorry.

I turned his eyes across the phone.

“You go down to the bedroom and have a birthday present.

“Tell your girlfriend I’m just a friend. Your present was bought before your birthday. I’m sorry.

The phone was silent for two seconds.

The sound of the ashes is filled with eccentric emotions.

His breath suddenly became like an asshole.

“You want to see me?

“Come to the Royal Vision, 203.

“I don’t mind you watching. I’m sorry.

I’ve got a buzz in my head and my face is turned into a monkey’s ass.

The Kingstown Hotel?

“The ashes of the earth! You’re crazy!” I hung up the phone fast after I had scolded.

Then in the middle of the night a call was made to the ashes.

“Chiri, go downstairs. I’m sorry.

4

I’m not used to calling me short.

I was woken up and drowsy and angry.

“Are you sick?” It’s been 300 rounds with your girlfriend. I’m sorry.

The one that unexpectedly didn’t answer.

After a while I heard the lighter lit the smoke, and the last thing I heard was some dumb noise from the ashes.

“You know I’m sick, shorty? I’m sorry.

He knows himself.

I grunted, and started to count his past.

“You cut my braids in kindergarten, you wrote pens on my back in elementary school, you tied my shoelaces to a stool in junior high school, you called me short and always bad for me in high school…”

Half an hour later, the laughter came down from there.

“You should be happy that you’re so kind. I’m sorry.

I said, “Fuck you!

“If you’re in love, why don’t you stop picking on me? I’m sorry.

The bedroom’s on the second floor. I can actually see the ashes.

At 3 a.m., there was no one on the road downstairs and he was playing with a light on the road.

The smoke was in the mouth and never lit.

I can’t believe he’s a little lonely when I’m stuck in a street light.

The ashes suddenly say.

“The dwarf,

“I’m in love. Aren’t you happy? I’m sorry.

I had a yawn. I had tears all over my eyes.

“The single dog is me. Why should I be happy? I’m sorry.

The ashes of the earth seem to be rejoicing.

“Not happy, is that angry? I’m sorry.

I think he said a lot more today. I don’t want to talk to him about the exams tomorrow.

We said, “What do you want me to come down here for? It’s forbidden. It’s a ghost. I’m sorry.

I sneeze in the cold.

The sound of the earth’s ashes is as if they were about to spill into the wind.

“It was supposed to be a gift, but now suddenly it’s not. I’m sorry.

“Go sleep in your sleep. I’m sorry.

I didn’t stop my temper: “It’s all right.

“I don’t have time for this young man. I’m sorry.

The phone was hung up very decisively across the street.

I saw the ashes hang up the phone and stood under the lamp for a while before leaving.

5

Thanks to him.

I didn’t sleep all night.

I just dreamt that his girlfriend would go far ahead in the ashes.

I can’t catch up with you.

The ashes turned cold and looked at me.

“I have a girlfriend, who are you?”

Wake up, I feel wet.

Does that mean you have a girlfriend?

He’s about to step out of my life?

I should be happy. Why do you cry when you sleep?

The morning was woken up by an unknown number.

That number called me. I didn’t get it, I texted it.

“Riri, I’ll meet you at the milk and tea shop. I’m sorry.

I’m trying to hack this number.

This guy is my ex-boyfriend Zhou Wuk for a week.

The reason for being together was to have a tasteful mind, and it was just a few days ago that he found himself in a state of dispossessment.

Selfish and obnoxious, even with an ex-girlfriend.

I broke up with him on the seventh day.

I was just about to take a look at it, and the text came in.

This text message saw my hair and my head buzzed.

Zhou Wuk’s text message was, “I know you have a vision.

“If you don’t want anyone to know, come see me. I’m sorry.

Six.

I hate being threatened.

But how am I supposed to live if someone really knows about this?

Why don’t the boys from school come to me and charge me for moral damages?

I didn’t even look at it, and I couldn’t look at it.

But I don’t know if I’ve got a hundred mouths.

I can even imagine people looking at me with all sorts of strange eyes.

They may be labeled as “sex girls.”

I’m still alive!

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Zhou Wing saw me stand up and greet me carefully.

A good smile.

“Riri, you’re here. I’m sorry.

I’m serious: Zhou Wuk, how do you know that I have access to… I’m sorry.

Zhou Wuk smiled, and avoided answer.

“Riri, let’s make up. I’m sorry.

And I’m saying, “No way.” I’m sorry.

Zhou Wuk, give me a second chance.

“Can I go with you and cure this freak?” I’m sorry.

I came to the spirit: “You have a way? I’m sorry.

Zhou Wuk: I have a sister-in-law who is studying this weird disease, and I’ve heard that there’s a certain grotesque disease that’s been going on lately: what kind of mind-reading, ocular…

“That day I saw you go to the glasses store to buy contact lenses.

“and guess you might have been. I’m sorry.

I took a little less care of myself: “Really? Will that cure you?

“But I’m wearing glasses now, but I’m not feeling well, but I’m fine. I’m sorry.

Zhou Wing came to me a little bit, down his voice, with a mysterious face.

“But I’ve heard it’s only been half a month.

“There is a good chance that they will be blind. I’m sorry.

7

I’ve got the guts, even when I’m talking to the ashes.

As soon as I hear it, I’m scared.

And let’s not forget that one of Zhou’s sleeves was sore.

“What do we do?”

Zhou Xu just wanted to shoot my back.

A dark shadow covered me.

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

I look up, I crash into the eyes of the earth.

The blindfolded ones have no smile.

I know why the ashes are so angry.

He didn’t talk to me for a week after I was with Zhou Wuk, and when I broke up with Zhou Wuk, he found out why he almost went to the door to beat him up.

After being forced to stop, he gave me a full two-hour thought education.

And tell me not to find a boyfriend in the trash next time.

Go to school and talk about boyfriends.

Next time I break his leg like this.

It’s a joke though.

But the feelings of the day the ashes tried to beat people up were true.

The boy with the size of the horse got his fist tight, his eyebrow was cold and his muscles tight.

I can imagine Zhou Xue’s real presence and I don’t know what kind of deformed Kong he’s gonna beat up.

So when I saw the ashes, I suddenly had a full heart.

“We have something to talk about! I’m sorry.

There was a twilight flashing on the face of the earth and staring at me with Zhou’s sleeve.

The fragrance of the body permeates.

His voice is dim, but he smells like it.

“Chiri, did I tell you last time?

“Let me see you with him again.

“I saw him once and beat him up once. I’m sorry.

8

I get up and I’m going to pull the ashes and I’m going to explain it to him.

Zhou Wuk just came together and grabbed my wrists like it oiled on fire.

“Riri, he wouldn’t dare, this is school.

“I made up with Riley. What do you want? I’m sorry.

I’m squealing bad.

Zhou Wuk is a bad guy, right?

Is it because you don’t have enough to tear it down?

The ashes bended over the lips and smiled so loudly.

“Good.

“A man comes with me. I’m sorry.

And We threw away Zhou’s hand: “Whosoever has made peace with you, go back to your dormitory, and leave it alone.” I’m sorry.

And then we’ll pull the burn and run.

Until he is dragged to a place where he cannot see Zhou Wuk.

I couldn’t stop breathing too fast, and the ashes covered my pants.

I said, “Land, earth, ashes… I have nothing to do with him, but I have something to do with it. I’m sorry.

“What else needs physical contact?”

“Chiri, haven’t you learned enough? What did I tell you last time? I’m sorry.

I feel like he’s in a different mood than in the past, and even a little bitter.

I thought Zhou Wuk just said I might be blind, and suddenly I started to get upset.

“Why are you so mean? What do you know?

“What do you care if you have a girlfriend? I’m sorry.

I suddenly realized that that was too obvious.

Even close to complaining and complaining.

I’m going to change it.

“What if Zhou Wuk and I made up? It’s my choice, okay? I’m sorry.

I obviously got him mad.

The face of the ashes immediately sank, and he crocheted his hand with his fingerbone.

Then I whispered and said something mean.

“I don’t care if you’re your son.” I’m sorry.

9

I can’t talk about it.

I still have my birthday present in the bag, and my arm hurts.

I went in and grabbed the box in my hand. It was a bracelet that I went to Tibet alone in my senior year.

I don’t know if I’m going out.

It’s not too much to fight with, but this time, it’s not like usual.

After this fight, I lost all news of the ashes.

I can’t find him.

I called all the friends around him, I couldn’t say.

After the ashes went to university, his family moved out of the country.

The ashes stayed in the country for school, and no one was keeping him at ease.

I can’t help it. I’m a friend who grew up together.

I went to medical school to find Les.

Lisbeth was gentle, and she was smiling at me.

“You’ve been very close to him. I’m sorry.

I was afraid that she might have misunderstood and explained, “It’s not so good, I just want to know why he hasn’t been to class for days. Do you know what happened? I’m sorry.

Lisbeth Squire smiles:

“Of course I do.

“But, Dirty.

“What does it matter to you?” He’s my boyfriend. I’m sorry.

Let’s start with your little hands.

The Devil San San, the supermarket has met the horse.

He stares at the old sour noodle in my arms, “This is dinner.” I’m sorry.

I’m like, “It’s good, you don’t care. I’m sorry.

315. He sent it after the party.

I:

One.

Family, I’m in a very complicated mood.

As a man who ate a bucket of old sour noodles on the 14th of March, I was in the bathroom throwing up.

Close your eyes, and your head is full of stinky slippers and smoked dirt.

At this moment, the venom comes.

I:

Cinran, wait!

If it weren’t for my parents’ isolation from the field, I’d be a poor man who can’t make food and can’t sell.

I ran out and shot across the door of the Cynlons.

The door was turned and I just yelled and there was no sound.

With a towel on his head, the bead drops down his collarbone, running through a full pecs, a spectered abs…

He’s not dressed!

Cynlon reacts very quickly to close the door, and my cheeks are red, and I stand at the door and yell, “Sinlang, you’ve changed…”

The door was opened again, and Sinlon was dressed in his blouse, and he leaned on it, “I thought it was my father.” I’m sorry.

I said, “Uncle Sin is working late tonight.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Hmm,” and he suggested to me that I went in.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

I’m a bit of a dumb-ass.

But I still hold my chest up: “What do you mean by “good”? I’m sorry.

Sinlang leaned on the bastion of the bastion, scrambling: “It means literally.” I’m sorry.

“It’s fun to fall under the rock? I’m sorry.

Interesting. I’m sorry.

I:

I started playing the emotional card: “Did you not have any pity when you watch those who grew up with you? I’m sorry.

Sinlang: No. I’m sorry.

I:

I turned my head and fell on the door.

I’m so mad at Cynlon for taking care of him!

His parents divorced and he followed him as a doctor’s father.

When I was a kid, I felt sorry for him without his mother, took care of him and fought with the kid king in the neighborhood.

Sinlang was white and good, like a porcelain doll, but from some point on, he started ignoring me and pretending he didn’t know me.

Then we went to a college, and I liked the same senior, and asked him to be my wingman, and he just blew me up.

Then I graduated from college, and I chose employment, and he continued his studies and met only a few times.

However, every time I met, he turned against me, and he didn’t change anything.

I was lying in bed and I was angry and hungry.

So I turned on a short video software, and I looked at my favorite eater.

He’s a very good cook.

His video was soft and his graphics were quiet, but his short-sleeved arms and aprons were strangling and strangling his tight and strong body.

As a result, the style of the video comment area is gradually moving away.

“My husband’s cooking for me again.”

I don’t usually get involved in this, but I’m pissed off tonight, like I hit a demon, and I’m trying to mimic someone who’s got no husband. I’m sorry.

And when I got excited, I said, “You don’t have a husband?”

Two minutes later, Jedda responded.

Just two words: do you?

I watched for a long time and screamed.

He’s back!

Excited heart, shivering hand, I started talking nonsense.

I: Honey.

Yinta: …

Two.

I was so angry and hungry, but by my husband…

The next day I went to work, and I met Cynlon who came downstairs to dump the garbage.

I pretended I couldn’t see him, and he kept staring at me.

I can’t stand it at last: “Why?” I’m sorry.

He kept his eyelids down, he looked at me up and down, and he said, “It’s nothing, it’s just that he thinks that people can’t look. I’m sorry.

When you’re done, you’re on top.

I:

What do you mean?

I don’t know.

In the morning, I poached fish in my office, and I couldn’t help but flip out the video again.

How many times have you looked at him?

When it came out, I couldn’t help but mock myself, and he returned my comments. Where did I get the confidence that he’d teach sugar vinegar ribs?

I turned on my phone at night when I was on the subway.

Private letters are on.

JT: Already.

3

What’s it like to be turned over for two days in a row by someone you like?

I’m floating now anyway.

The first thing on the subway was to go to the supermarket and buy ribs and then go home and watch the teaching video of Jyuda.

It’s supposed to be in a hurry, there’s little change in the flight space, and there’s no usual atmosphere, but every step is very detailed, even when I’m a cook.

I’m about to start cooking.

Then, without knowing what had happened, the pot was on fire, the next groceries were set on fire, the kitchen was set on fire, and I didn’t put it out.

Finally, 119 is coming…

After the fire was extinguished, the festivities of the neighbours were scattered.

Only Uncle Sin and Sin Lang are still here.

Uncle Sin asked, “What’s wrong with the kitchen? I’m sorry.

“I want to cook…”

“Oh, your parents aren’t home. Uncle Sin filmed me, “It’s all right, come and eat at his uncle’s house. I’m sorry.

I looked forward to Sinlang.

He leaned by the door, his lips were tight, neither consented nor refused.

I shaked my head, “No, Uncle, Sinlang’s graduating, and I think I’m busy.”

“My dad says I’m fine. “Singlan’s voice is lazy and he wants to beat me.” I’m sorry.

I:

And We squeezed out a smile gnawing, “That’s a problem for you. I’m sorry.

What’s the big deal, asshole?

If you cook bad, I won’t spray you!

4

The next morning, I opened the door and I saw Cynlon waiting at the door.

He gave me a lunch bag, a light eyebrow, and he came up with a “breaker” and turned his head.

I stopped there for a moment.

…and breakfast?

On the way to work, I opened the lunch box, a rice troupe and a bean bag.

Taste it, very nice.

But it looks like it’s half-finished.

I can’t help but laugh when I think about the way Cynlon buys food all night so I can’t find a chance to spray him.

Don’t think I’ll let you go!

At night, the first time I went back for dinner, I bought some fruit.

Pretty lady knocks on the door, and the obnoxious face of Sinlang appears.

He held the door frame and looked at what was in my hand, and he swabbed at me, and he said, “Oh, you know, bring me a present? I’m sorry.

And I squeezed into the house: “Don’t act like this, it’s for Uncle Sin. I look around, “Where’s Uncle Sin?” I’m sorry.

“Night shift. I’m sorry.

“What about dinner?” I’m sorry.

“Not yet. I’m sorry.

“Well, don’t some people say they’re okay and have time to cook? I’m sorry.

He asked, “What do you want to eat?” I’m sorry.

I’ve been thinking about it all of a sudden, and it’s too simple to think about it, and I can’t think about it for a while…

Cynlon’s staring at me.

I’m so strong, I think for half a day…

“Whatever. I’m sorry.

Sinlang: …

He twisted his head into the kitchen.

Is it too easy to let him go?

No, I don’t know what’s complicated. Someone always knows.

So I decisively opened up the private interface with Jedda.

I said, “Do you have any complicated and delicious home food?”

I’m just holding on to the idea of trying, and I don’t expect him to turn up like he did twice before.

This time it’s almost seconds back.

But the answer is no.

JT: No more husband?

♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

I can’t believe you’re such a jerk!

I’m a good man: husband.

The sound of the china crack in the kitchen.

I was in a panic.

In the kitchen, Sin Long is crouching on the floor to clean up the mess.

You’re so clumsy, you shouldn’t even get in the kitchen.

Of course, I won’t let his chances slip. “If I don’t cook, I’ll be fine.” I’m sorry.

He turned around and fell into pieces and left me alone.

When I air?

I walked to him with an arrow, and I came to him with an arrow.

The moment I saw his face, the rest turned in my mouth, and said, “Why is your face so red?” I’m sorry.

5

“It’s hot.” I’m sorry.

It’s not summer yet. How can it be so hot?

I couldn’t help but ask him, “Are you all right? I’m sorry.

“Why are you so many things? I’m sorry.

I:

Fuck you. You think I want to fuck you?

I went back to the living room and re-opened the chat with Jedda.

I haven’t been back since my husband.

Did my passion scare you away?

I’ll explain immediately: I was joking, not offensive.

Jedda didn’t return until Sin Long made dinner.

Well, looks like my lucky fan career is over.

I’ve moved my sights to the table, a ketchup fried egg, a plate of sugary ribs, and I’ve moved up and stopped on Cynlon’s face.

“How do you know I want sugar and vinegar ribs?” I’m sorry.

He looks like he’s taking care of a fool: “If I remember correctly, the food that some people burned up in the kitchen is sugar and vinegar, right? I’m sorry.

When I came here, I felt like I was telling the truth…

And he leaned on the table and said, “I am the one who gives you mercy and gives you a taste of the sugary raisins.” I’m sorry.

I:

I hold my fist tight.

I put up with it for dinner.

I pulled out the first chopstick.

Well, the vinegar ribs, they don’t sell at all, they’re so much worse than Jedda’s.

Holy shit, it’s delicious!

I’m just holding on to the expression I’m satisfied with and looking at Cynlon.

He looked at me so well.

I swallowed my saliva and made a gesture: “It’s normal, it eats. I’m sorry.

Cinnamon smiled.

“Uh… maybe it’s a little delicious. I’m sorry.

He’s laughing again.

I’m tired of it: “Will you eat? I’m sorry.

He sat across from me.

I ate a lot of chopsticks. But in order to show that I don’t like the food he makes, I try to chew as fast as I can and swallow it.

But for a long time, I ate two meals.

It was unexpected that Cynlon didn’t take me for that, and when I finished, he just knocked on the table, “Go wash the dishes.” I’m sorry.

Those who don’t cook do bowls, it’s a little self-conscious.

I’ll pack the chopsticks and bring them to the kitchen.

When I finished washing out of the kitchen, Cynlon was on TV and sitting on the couch playing with his cell phone.

The TV just happened to run a phone commercial, and the spokesperson was one of my favorite bean lovers.

I stood by the couch and couldn’t help but say, “My husband is so handsome.” I’m sorry.

“What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

I don’t understand why he was so shocked that his cell phone was almost thrown away.

“My husband is so handsome.” I’m sorry.

Singlan’s staring at the TV screen, silent.

And I’m like Jane, “My husband has a kiosk, a kiosk, a seal…

I suddenly felt like the air pressure was starting to get low.

So slowly shut up.

Sinlang was silent for a long time, and finally, he spits out a sentence — “You can go.”

I’m almost out of here.

The timer is Junjie.

I’m out of here.

Six.

The first night of the meal, the experience.

The next night, I’m still shy.

Uncle Sin is at home this time. I’ve made a lot of rules with him.

It’s like we’re really close.

Uncle Sin: “Sing, didn’t he bully you yesterday? I’m sorry.

Sinlang came over with an eye knife.

I laughed, “No, Sinlang is good to me.” I’m sorry.

The last few words are almost gnawed.

Sinlang takes it back.

This time, Cynlon made four dishes, and the plaque was clearly better than yesterday.

And Uncle Sin said, “Look, I said, “Sinlang is good at cooking.” I’m sorry.

Yesterday, two people, two dishes, three people today, four dishes, and I seriously suspect that Sinlang is targeting me.

After dinner, I started packing chopsticks.

Uncle Sin waved: “Here, I’ll do it. I’m sorry.

I pick up the chopsticks and I go into the kitchen.

Uncle Sin, keep up.

I said, “Uncle, take a break. I’m supposed to pick up the dishes. I did it yesterday. I’m sorry.

When Uncle Sin thought, “Oh,” he opened a cupboard and said, “Did Cynlon not tell you there was a dishwasher? I’m sorry.

I:

The dishwashing mission was finally given to the dishwasher.

When Uncle Sin entered the house, he was still lying on the couch playing with his cell phone.

“Why didn’t you tell me there was a dishwasher yesterday?” I’m sorry.

“You didn’t ask. I’m sorry.

“Can’t I say it without asking you?” I’m sorry.

“Can’t. “You should thank me and give you a chance to exercise.” I’m sorry.

I really want to hit him.

I took two steps forward and my fist was out.

I don’t know if it’s too fast or the Cynland floor is too new, and I kneel before the sofa with a bang.

Sinlang finally turned his eyes off his cell phone and said, “It’s not so polite. I’m sorry.

I:

7

After a few meals at the Cynlons, my stomach was soaking and my lungs were going to explode.

Sing Lang is an asshole who knows a hundred ways to kill me.

To make matters worse, Jedda, he’s not renewing.

He hasn’t been updated since I had lunch at Cynlon’s.

I asked him a few times. He didn’t answer.

I’m so sorry, my happiness is gone.

I can’t wait to watch him cook without a handsome man.

When I went back to lunch, I used to sneak into the kitchen with excuses.

Singlang is not lazy in order to make food, but rather to play with his cell phone at the table, and there is no cure for his cooking.

I looked him in the eye, I was good in body, I was good in cooking, other things, um…

“Why do you always come to the kitchen, trying to steal a teacher? I’m sorry.

I:

Can I burn your kitchen down?

I can’t take it anymore.

Start eating outside and then go home.

When he met Cynlon, he did not ask, but Uncle Sin cared, “Why haven’t you come these two days? I’m sorry.

“To eat with friends. I’m sorry.

“Oh, come back sometime. I’m sorry.

I nod my head, turn around and open the door, and the rest of the light goes right out of Sinlang.

“Dad, have you seen the news?”

Uncle Sin: “Well?”

“The catering industry has a spot-check. Many homes are closed. “It’s not safe to eat outside. I’m sorry.

I:

Will it kill you?

The first thing I did was turn on my phone and check the news.

It’s not as bad as Cinran said, but a “safer than that” makes me dream back of the sour pasta.

It was a nightmare of my life.

At night, I was lying in bed, opening the private interface with Jyuda again.

Turned up, and since Jedda died, I sent a private letter, and he didn’t return it.

But I can’t help but say that before I go to bed, I can’t help but send another one: is it true that food security is so serious that food outside is not available?

I didn’t expect him to come back. I dropped my phone and my private letter was on.

JT: This is the way it compares.

I can’t believe I’m online.

I said, “You’ve come back to me! You haven’t been updated lately. Are you busy?

After a while, Jedda returned: Well, cooking for someone.

I was like: girlfriend?

This time, he waited a long time and did not reply.

And I know that I spy on other people’s privacy, and I explain, “Don’t worry about what I guess.”

Two minutes later, JT: Not yet.

I was right on top of my ass: you’re gentle, you cook, you have a key figure, which girl doesn’t like?

I’m: I’d love it anyway.

It’s been a while.

JYDAN: With your best words.

8

I went back to the Cinglong family again for safety.

It’s already been done, but all of a sudden, Sinlang is acting strangely, not only to stop talking about me, but also to do strange things from time to time.

For example, one time after work, when Uncle Sin was not here, I said that his stomach was sore, he went into the kitchen silently.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of red brown liquid came out.

I:

I said, “What is this?”

Cynlon naturally looked elsewhere and coughed. I’m sorry.

I suddenly turned to him and started laughing at his legs: “You don’t think I’m coming to my aunt?” That’s not the only reason my stomach hurts. I just had a lot of ice cream for lunch.

Sinlang: …

If my eyes can kill people, I’ve been dead 10,000 times.

In the end, Cynlon was about to fall, and I stopped him: “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

Ginger tea is hot, I lift the bowl, I breathe, I drink it with a small mouth, and I drink it with an empty bowl: “I’m finished.” I’m sorry.

Sinlong’s eyelids were not lifted, picked up my bowl and turned his head into the kitchen.

What, I’m so respectful of his work, and I’m not sure it’s that easy?

I’ve been thinking about Jedda.

I don’t feel much like Sing Long making me a red sugar ginger tea, but a new girl might have moved on?

So I pulled out my phone, and I broke my heart.

I said, “Yinda, you can try making that girl a red sugar ginger tea. She’ll be so moved.”

Yinta again: Did someone cook you?

And I said, “Well.”

JG: Are you moving?

Well, I didn’t have a heart, but since I suggested it, then…

I’m: Hmm.

Then Jedda didn’t come back to me.

I sat in the restaurant and waited on the left and on the right.

I couldn’t help but say, “Where are you fighting the stove?” I’m sorry.

When I was ready to rebut it, Sing Lang only looked at me and said nothing.

At the table, the atmosphere is very strange.

As usual, I’ve spoken to you about my words, and I’ve told you nothing, and this time I’ve said anything, and he’s “um-hmm.”

And what’s even more strange is that on a number of occasions I rose up and he quickly turned away.

I looked up at him and said, “Are you spying on me? I’m sorry.

He didn’t talk.

“Something on my face?”

“That’s not true. * He looked elsewhere, he coughed, and he said * I’m sorry.

I said, “Ah?”

“I’m talking about makeup. I’m sorry.

I:

But the question is, am I wearing lipstick today?

9

At night, I lay on a bed, then I was unaware of the aftermath.

You’re not going to make me look good, are you?

I couldn’t help but laugh. Well, he’s got a little conscience.

Thinking I was the target of a small-town boy who would have been the only one to play with if he hadn’t fought the King?

At night, I had a dream.

Dreaming of the first time I met Sin Lang.

It rained outside, and he sat at the door of the unit, with two black grapes in his white, round face. I couldn’t help but stop and ask, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

“I’m waiting for my mother.” I’m sorry.

I thought he couldn’t find his mother and suddenly had a strong sense of purpose: “I’ll take you to her.” I’m sorry.

He didn’t say no. I pulled him up, ran away in the rain and didn’t find his mother.

“Are you younger than me? I’m sorry.

I didn’t wait for him to answer. I made my own point: “Call me sister.” I’m sorry.

Little Cynlon had his lips on his lips and was struggling in his eyes, and he was about to open his mouth, and suddenly his face had turned into an adult.

They’re always staring at me with lazy, half-eyed eyes, frowning, “Sister.” I’m sorry.

I woke up.

Because of this dream, all day long, I was unconscious.

It was not until this afternoon that the project was discussed with a co-worker.

But I didn’t expect the manager of the project to be Tray.

This Tray, that’s when I asked Cynlon to be my wingman and help me catch up.

I was right down.

After all these years, he’s been dressed up to be an elite. Don’t you remember me?

If anyone knew that the line of view had just been set, he would say, “Joe, what’s going on?” I’m sorry.

I:

I said, “Mr. Tray, it’s been a long time…”

He said, “Well, he didn’t talk to me anymore, but instead he went to other colleagues, business, and continued to work together.

I can’t help but think.

When I asked Cynlon to help me, I didn’t know what the kid said in front of Curry, and the next day he came to me and said, “Let’s be friends.”

Don’t think about it. Cynlan must have said a lot about me.

Or, rather than that, Tray will not be able to hide from me after all these years.

The cooperation project was well discussed and, at night, both company personnel went to dinner.

I’ll give Sing Long an advance.

When the message was sent, I stunned.

How does it feel that your late husband is reporting to his wife?

Because I’m old-fashioned with Tray, and our colleagues have arranged for us to sit together.

I don’t know, the atmosphere between us is a lot of relief.

After the three rounds, Tray started talking to me.

I don’t know what to say about Sinlang.

He smiled: “Did you marry your little bamboo horse?” I’m sorry.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry.

Creary laughed again: “Are you getting engaged? I’m sorry.

“Me and Cynlon are friends…”

Curry’s beginning to laugh, and if you look at me,

He poured me a drink with his hand: “That seems to be a misunderstanding. I’m sorry.

I haven’t had enough.

This time, Curry offered to pour me a drink, and everyone will see it or lose his face.

So I bit my teeth and drank it.

At the end of the meal, my footsteps started to float.

Creary drove here, so he didn’t drink, and our colleagues knew about our relationship and agreed to it on my behalf when Creary offered to send me back.

That’s it. I just got in the car with Terry.

Forget it, forget it.

On the way, Tray didn’t talk to me very much, the sound was on the soft music, the wine was in the car, it wasn’t like hypnosis.

The car stopped downstairs, and I was woken up by Curry, and I swayed down, and I looked up and saw Cynlon.

10

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

Then he came down to hold me: “I called him down. I’m sorry.

I didn’t realize what was wrong with that sentence, and I didn’t see how Cynlon pulled me from the Curry.

It’s just instinctively, it smells a little heavy in the air.

Sinlang: You can go now. I’m sorry.

“She’s so drunk, let me help her.” I’m sorry.

Zinlong: “Good will, but you are not needed here. I’m sorry.

I didn’t hear you.

I couldn’t hold it any longer after Creary drove off, and the whole man was paralyzed on Cynlon, with little strength.

He stood stiff and he was cold.

Sinlang is angry.

He knows I don’t drink well. He said so many times before that I don’t drink outside.

And this time I didn’t just drink it, I put him in trouble in the middle of the night.

I’m sorry. I’m not drinking anymore.

He groaned and crouched on me.

I fell on his back and couldn’t help but feel his attitude abated: “Sinron, have you seen Tray over the years? I’m sorry.

“None. His voice is cold, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“Well… he’s pretty handsome now…”

Sinlang: …

“Oh. Sing Long’s eccentric, “And another husband? I’m sorry.

I shake my head.

“There can only be one husband. I’m sorry.

I buried my face in his shoulder, and his voice suffocated: “It must be the best cook…”

Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll starve.

And then, suddenly, his feet were in place, and his cheek was on the side, and he called me, “Joe!” I’m sorry.

I’d like to respond, but the eyelids are so heavy that I can’t talk.

The night of the Twilight Spring was cold, and I was lying on his back as if I had heard his heart beating.

A long time later, he said something.

But I didn’t hear you.

Just remember, his tone was never gentle.

Eleven.

After that night, Tray got me somewhere.

Perhaps because I liked it, I didn’t reject talking to him, but I created unrealistic illusions.

It’s been a while since I’ve met you. I’ve grown up, I’m attractive.

Of course, this idea is only a reflection.

I haven’t had enough of myself.

I started just chatting, and then I got ripe and Curry invited me to dinner.

But ptsd made me say no: I prefer to cook for myself.

TRI: Well, my cousin’s gonna open a restaurant and ask me to find some friends to try something.

End of story, add: free us.

Speaking of which, it doesn’t look good if I refuse.

So I said yes.

But I had no idea that that promise had gone on for days.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s food or dinner with Cream, the problem is that every time Cream sends me home, Cinglang happens to be standing downstairs.

Their arms are dark, and they look far away, and it’s like a trap.

I’m clean and white between me and Trey.

No, even if it’s not innocent, what’s the matter?

But I don’t know what to do with him.

Because don’t ask, it’s running at night.

Then why do we always meet?

Don’t ask. It’s pure coincidence.

I’m very speechless.

A few days without a meal at the Sinlang house, one night I suddenly found that Jedda had returned to a new one.

Not only is it better, it’s better than before.

I can’t help but believe that you’ve been updated! Don’t you have to cook for that girl now?

JT: Hmm.

I guess in bad places: didn’t I catch up? I don’t think so. Someone cooks for himself every day.

A long time ago.

JG: Would you?

I’m sorry.

Suddenly thought of Cynlon.

He’s been eating his meals every day, feeling thin, normal, and now not eating for a few days, suddenly having a feeling of missing.

It’s not just the taste buds and tummys, it’s like there’s something else, it’s empty.

I can’t help it.

I: What are you doing?

Half a minute, Cynlon:

I’m like, “What are you doing, giving me a question mark?”

CS: Oh.

CS: Cooking.

I’m: What’s dinner so late?

CS: Nightnight.

I’m staring at the phone screen, and I’m like, “Can I try it?”

Sinlang seconds back: Whatever.

12

“Your dad’s asleep?” I’m sorry.

Sinlang was in his home clothes and turned to the kitchen: “No. I’m sorry.

I relaxed for a moment.

I told you, this is the best night. Uncle Sin’s definitely not here.

A few moments later, the table was filled with a series of unhealthy foods, such as barbecues and lobsters.

I looked at Cynlon, and he looked a little tired.

“Are you in a bad mood? I’m sorry.

“No.” I’m sorry.

How can I not understand how he’s depressed when I’ve known him all these years?

There were two cans of Japanese on the table, which looked like a drink, and I took a bottle of zipper, and I took two.

Sweet yogurt, kind of special.

Cynlon’s staring at me, if you think about it.

I haven’t talked to him in a long time, and I can’t help but ask, “You’re in a bad mood because of your graduation for a job. I’m sorry.

“Who did you hear? I’m sorry.

I scratched my head, “I guess…”

“The job has already been found, and I’m not in a bad mood, just a little upset.” I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“I met a fool. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Only an idiot who eats without brains. I’m sorry.

“…”

How does it feel he’s talking about me?

I won’t ask.

Eat and drink, and a bottle will soon be gone.

I slowly felt a little dizzy.

“What am I drinking? I’m sorry.

“The sour gin.” I’m sorry.

I:

And suddenly I was a little scared: “I can’t drink, I just promised you…”

“That’s outside. “It’s at home. I’m sorry.

Saying, give me another jar: “Drink.” I’m sorry.

I’m staring at the can, not the can, not the can.

Whispering for half a day, still picking up.

One says, this sour wine is pretty tedious.

It’s too late to finish the night.

I came home and brushed my teeth and found a piece.

CS: Again, no drinking outside.

I was so drunk that I didn’t say anything like that, but I said it: I know.

It’s over, and it’s got a “good night” look.

13

Saturday, I got an appointment with the renovation team to redecorate the kitchen I burned.

It was loud, I had a job to do, and I knocked on the Singlan’s door.

He was dressed up and seemed ready to leave.

I said, “Do you mind if I borrow the study? I’m sorry.

Sing Long gently lifts his chin and suggests I go in.

I sat in the kitchen for a while, and I found Cynland.

Isn’t it a little early for lunch?

I looked in the living room and pretended to walk into the kitchen: “It’s early to cook.” I’m sorry.

Sinlang’s head was not lifted either: “A fellow student broke his bones and went to the hospital with some food. I’m sorry.

I licked my lips, and I asked myself, “Is it a boy or a girl?” I’m sorry.

“What difference does it make?” I’m sorry.

Uh… it seems not.

It doesn’t matter, does it?

I don’t know why, but it’s weird to think that if you’re a girl…

I don’t think I’ve ever imagined what would happen if Cynlon cooked for another girl.

Cynlon put the good food in the hot box.

It didn’t take long.

But I felt that every move he made was slowing down in front of me.

There’s a voice in the heart that goes over and over and over, “Does it really make a difference for boys and girls?”

I’m starting to squeeze my fist.

Sinlang picked up the lunch box and walked by me, and suddenly he stopped.

And then raise your hand and gently tap my hair.

“It’s a boy. I’m sorry.

I returned to him and looked up at him: “Ah! I’m sorry.

He seems to be in a good mood.

“Imbecile.” I’m sorry.

He left it and went straight out.

If it had been the usual, I’d have jumped because of the “wit” of Sinlang.

I don’t know why, this time, instead of being angry, I jumped very fast. The top of the hair he touched, it was hot and itchy.

I don’t know what it’s like, but I’m filled with empty space.

I was sitting in front of the computer after Cynlon left and I was just having a weird feeling.

I couldn’t read the work, I took out my cell phone and opened the private interface with Jedda.

I don’t know who to tell.

I: I haven’t spoken to you in a while. I’m confused about something. Can I tell you something?

I said, “I have a bamboo horse who grew up together.” I used to use him as a brother, and I didn’t have a concept of man or woman. But recently, for some reason, he cooked me for a while, and then I found out that I felt something different about him.

I said: Is it because he grabbed my stomach? Or is it like that?

It’s a long story, and I didn’t expect Yedda to read it and give me answers, so I threw my cell phone over the side and I worked hard.

Almost at noon, I picked up my phone and looked at the time, and I found Jedda’s reply.

I’m excited to open up.

I can see two lines of strong news.

JT: You like him.

Go after him.

14

With regard to the Jedda proposal, I have been thinking very seriously for many days.

Do I really like Cynlon?

Well, he does look good, he cooks well, he has a good figure, except sometimes when he has a bad tongue…

I thought of it here, and I suddenly realized that it’s been a long time since Cynland had taken me.

Looks like you can change that.

In order to determine my mind, I have come up with several ways to finally decide to go to the movies.

I lied about my friend’s failure and called out Cynlon.

I didn’t do my homework in advance. I picked a very stomach-acheful youth film.

I almost fell asleep.

I sat there with Cynlon.

I watched his face secretly, and feared the next moment he jumped up sarcasticly on my selection.

It took him a long time before he turned to me, and his voice was calm: “Go back.” I’m sorry.

I:

Don’t touch me?

It’s not like Cinran.

He gets up and I don’t move. I’m sorry.

I was just about to get up, and I heard him say, “I want to stay with me a little longer, but I have plenty of time.” I’m sorry.

I:

So if you don’t, you’ll become self-obsessed?

The cinema failed, and I turned to the playground.

And I did it again, and I said again, “Friends fail.”

Zinran: “It’s hard for you, your friend. I’m sorry.

I:

At the end of the day, I’ll pay for the tickets.

This time I’m dressed up.

In the face of Cinran, who is so familiar that he can no longer be familiar, I have the feeling of being indissoluble.

At first, we played some simple projects together.

I didn’t think it was exciting enough. I proposed to go to the roller coaster.

I’m not afraid of this kind of thing, but I thought I might see my mind when I blow on it.

Cynlon just looked at me with some thought and said yes.

There are many couples on the roller coaster, and almost every girl is leaning on her boyfriend. I’m a little out of touch with Cynlon.

With the roller coaster up and down, the screams continued.

When the highest point was about to fall, I didn’t know what to think, and suddenly held Cynland’s hand.

The clear sense of touch brings me back to life, and I’m going to untie myself.

And from that moment forth, all of a sudden, he took his hand against his head.

I’m surprised to see it. He just happens to look at it.

I’ve never seen Cynlon look so gentle, so gentle as to say…

Don’t be afraid.

We spent the night at the playground to watch the fireworks.

I’ve been talking about it all the time.

The two of us walk together, and Cynland listens in silence.

When he arrived at the pyrotechnic viewing area, he suddenly asked: “Joe, are you chasing me?” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

“I…”

The first reaction sought to deny, but there was nothing to deny.

And the first of the pyrotechnics was blown out of the sky, and the silver of the fire was blown, and the pale words that I tried to explain.

I’m done. Am I that obvious?

Or I’ll tell Cynland that I’m just trying to confirm my feelings, that you don’t have to stress, that we can just keep being friends, and we…

Sinlang suddenly brought me into his arms.

And the moment when We heard him say,

“I agree. I’m sorry.

Hey.

“Let’s be together. I’m sorry.

15

Like a dream.

When my parents were in isolation, did I have a boyfriend, or did I grow up together?

But a few days ago, I heard a bad news.

Cynlon’s moving.

Uncle Sin told me.

We haven’t told him I’m with Cynlon yet because we’re afraid to scare Uncle Sin.

That’s probably why he told me about the move while he was chatting.

The other day, when Sin Long went back to school, Uncle Sin saw me down and said, “How about you come and see Uncle’s new home?” Not far, just next door to the neighborhood. I’m sorry.

I’m sure I’ll be there. Why don’t we get acquainted now.

So I promised.

On the way, Uncle Sin was having fun: “I was going to move a few years earlier, and Sing Long never said yes. I guess it might be too much for you…”

I’m down, old face red.

He said a lot, like the day he didn’t see him, that Cynlon was always asking about me, and that my parents weren’t home, and he offered me to eat at his place.

I’ve been walking and listening, and I’ve always felt that Uncle Sin’s words are connected, like a big, dark theater.

I looked down and couldn’t help but laugh.

When I see Cynlon, I must ask him.

When I got to the new house with Uncle Sin, I was stupid.

It’s the same set here as Yinda’s video.

Coincidence, must be coincidence.

Then I saw the same apron that was hanging in the kitchen.

I just blew up my brain.

The speech was organized for a long time before it was rigidly turned to Uncle Sin: “Uncle Sin’s video will be made here?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? Uncle Sin doesn’t care, “I think so. I don’t know. I’m sorry.

I:

Aah! Aah!

What have I done?

I left a message in the morning calling his husband!

I taught him how to chase me!

I told him how I feel about him!

That’s when Cynlon sent it.

See?

I:

He knew Uncle Sin was taking me to their new home!

We said, “Oh, it’s so deep.”

CS: I can’t help but hide so deep that you can find me on the Internet and a husband.

I:

I said: “A narcissistic, an asshole! Who knows that you are Jedda!”

Speaking of which, I suddenly settled.

I said, “Why are you called Jedda?”

It’s been a while.

CS: What do you think?

Cynlon: Joaquin.

I looked at my name, and the moment I figured it out, I was blushing.

I said, “Oh, I was in my heart.

Sinlang did not return this time and did not reply immediately.

After about half a minute, he suddenly sent a voice.

I lighted it up and I breathed.

He said, “Well, it’s long gone. I’m sorry.

16

After my parents were isolated, I told them and Uncle Sin about me and Sinlong.

Strange. They’re not surprised.

My mother’s relief: “You finally got the heart of Cinran.” I’m sorry.

I:

I said, “So obvious?”

My mom flipped her white eye: “You’re the only one who can’t see it. I’m sorry.

I:

I couldn’t help but complain when I dated Cynlon again: “My mother says I have no brains and I can’t see how you feel about me.” I’m sorry.

“The aunt’s assessment is very true.” I’m sorry.

I:

I said, “Who made you so obvious?” It’s all your fault!”

“My fault.” I’m sorry.

And I said, “Why didn’t Trey contact me?” I thought he was after me. I’m sorry.

“He won’t dare.” I’m sorry.

I wonder, “Do you know something? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know.” I’m sorry.

I wonder even more: “You must know.” And did you tell him a lot about me? I’m sorry.

“None. I’m sorry.

“Well, you’re a liar, and I’m not talking to you today! I’m sorry.

“Oh? “Sinlang is very close and his eyes are full of smiles.

The safe distance breaks, and his breath smells.

I screamed “dangerous,” and the next second, a gentle, careful kiss slowly fell.

Then came the whisper of Sinlang in his ear,

“I love you. I’m sorry.

(concluded)

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.