Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 390 I Can't Win

Seven twenty at night.Cypress house.

Kashiwagi Moyou sat quietly on the sofa without saying a word. Beside her, Kashiwagi's mother was lazily half leaning and half leaning, watching TV while tasting wine.In recent days, mother has been coming home more and more frequently, and they tacitly understand each other.

Baimu Moyou calmed down, she didn't want to take the initiative to talk to her mother, she sat patiently and waited for her mother to ask questions first.

An evening drama was playing on the TV screen. About 5 minutes later, Kashiwagi's mother glanced at her daughter and asked, "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about spring?"

Baimu Moyou frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Mama Kashiwagi put down her wine glass and stretched her waist.

"Didn't hide in the room tonight and pretended to be asleep, but ran out to watch TV with me. Could it be the last night before we parted?"

Waiting until my mother asked about it, Baimu Moyou replied in a flat tone: "I'm not leaving, Xufeng's new home is in the Central District."

"Central District?" Kashiwagi's mother frowned, very dissatisfied with the ending.

She picked up the wine glass in great disappointment. According to her idea, the Takanashi family moved as far away as possible. It was best to move to the other side of the mainland thousands of miles away, so that her problem daughter would never be able to reach her for the rest of her life.

Kashiwagi's mother pursed her lower lips, sighed and said, "Fortunately, your sweetheart is one step closer to you, of course, only in a physical sense."

She paused, turned her head, and looked at her daughter.

"But it looks like you are not as happy as I imagined, but you still seem to have something on your mind?"

"I have nothing on my mind, you think too much."

"There must be. If not, you would have been hiding in your room sewing dolls."

Baimu Moyou was slightly annoyed, and she sewed dolls, referring to those cloth dolls with the image of Xu Feng, all of which she sewed by herself stitch by stitch. secret.Later, it was secretly photographed by the "pollution source".

Mommy Kashiwagi smiled, she didn't tell the truth, and made a digression.

"I remember that you used to raise a rabbit, and you liked Opie who liked girls very much. It seems to be called 'Snowball'? Has it been raised to death?"

Baimu Moyou held back his anger and replied, "I'm in someone else's house."

Kashiwagi's mother, who was lazily leaning on the sofa, asked leisurely: "Whose house? The house of the 'study classmate' who lent you 150 million yen?"

"Is your concern related to him?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

Kashiwagi's mother didn't believe it, and asked instead: "Who else can be other than him? Could it be that you are not happy that your sweetheart moved to the Central District?"

"Don't hide it, the child's youth makes trouble, do you think mother doesn't understand anything?" Kashiwagi's mother chuckled lightly, straightened her waist unhurriedly, with the attitude of a person who came from "I also had youth like you" .

"I can understand you, he can generously lend you 150 million, support you unconditionally, chat with you late at night, enlighten you every day and night, encourage you, help you, plus some things I don't know, It's normal for you to be tempted by him."

Kashiwagi's mother paused for a moment, unable to hide her smile.

"So, not only are you not very happy when your sweetheart moves to the Central District, but you are hiding something on your mind because you know that you have empathized with someone else, and you have completely fallen in love with a 'student from the cram school', and you are very contradictory?"

Baimu Moyou stood up suddenly, without saying a word with a sullen face, and walked quickly to her bedroom.

Seeing her daughter breaking through the defense and running away, Kashiwagi's mother couldn't help but "giggle" and laughed. Things were progressing more smoothly than she had imagined. She hadn't made any moves yet, and her daughter actually fell under the other's pomegranate skirt first.

She rushed into the bedroom and shouted: "If you like it, you will like it. What's the big deal? Go after, confess, fight for it. What's wrong with hiding in your heart? What's wrong with you? Don't you have enough confidence in your own conditions? He's not woman."

Early the next morning.

"Vice President, wait a minute!"

Hearing the sound, Baimu Moyou stopped and looked sideways. At the end of the campus corridor, two girls ran towards her with documents in their arms.

After the two girls ran over panting and took a few breaths, she asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Ma, classmate Aso, we missed the subway, and we still have to go to the Broadcasting Department to deliver the morning news. Please ask the vice president to help us post today's bulletin board notice."

Moyou Baimu nodded slightly, reached out to take the two rolls of posters, watched the two girls from the Propaganda Department run away in a hurry, and then turned to the notice board at the entrance of the teaching building.

Spreading out a poster, she glanced at it roughly. It was the fire drill notice the day after tomorrow. Adhering to the principle of putting the big things first, she posted the fire drill poster on the most prominent center of the bulletin board.

Spreading out the second poster, Kashiwagi Moyu was slightly taken aback.

She quietly looked at the portrait of the person in the poster who was about to reach out to make a move. It was a photo of "Pollution Source" in the third round of the round A round of the celebrity title battle. She had a very clear impression.

There are a few lines of eye-catching big red fonts on the poster: Kitahara Kento from class G of the second year, broke into the final qualifier of the celebrity title battle!

It seemed that something was bumping in the atrium, and the heartbeat was restless. Baimu Moyou let out a long breath, quickly looked away, and looked at the notice board.

Except for the inconspicuous positions in the corners, the best plots have been occupied by various posters.

Moyou Baimu glanced around, thinking that he might as well put the "Pollution Source" poster in the center of the most eye-catching bulletin board, covering up the fire drill notice just pasted.After a while, she will go to the Propaganda Department to get another fire drill notice and paste it up.

But before she could tear off the adhesive on the poster, she felt someone walking up to her.

She looked sideways, and what caught her eyes was a waterfall of black and soft waist-length black hair, and a white side face with indifferent eyes.Immediately, the girl who was exuding indifference all over her body also turned her head and looked at her.

Eyes met, Baimu Moyou was silent for a while, and said, "Student Yugong, good morning."

Amamiya Masahiro ignored her, and turned her eyes to the poster in Kashiwagi Moyu's hand.

Kashiwagi Moyou looked down at the poster in his hand, and then looked up at Amemiya.The two of them looked at each other for a while, without further words, Kashiwagi Moyou slightly lowered his head, handed the poster of "Pollution Source" to Yu Gong, turned around and left silently.

"呵, 呵", the soft sound of tearing the back glue bit by bit sounded from behind, Baimu Moyou's mood slowly rose, and there was an uncomfortable feeling of congestion. Recalling what her mother said last night, she was quite self-deprecating Tell yourself confidently: "Where there is confidence, there is no way to win. He is harder to chase than girls."

The log house of the student union is still as peaceful as ever.

Baimu Moyou pushed open the door with a heavy heart, and looked at the head of the long table. Xufeng held a pen and tapped a stack of papers with a thoughtful expression.

Baimu Moyou took a deep breath, forced herself to forget something, stepped forward, and asked in a harmonious voice, "What are you thinking?"

Takanashi Xufeng withdrew his divergent thoughts, turned around and said: "The anniversary celebration is about to be put on the agenda. As for the [-]th anniversary celebration, I'm thinking how to arrange it to be grand enough."

Takanashi Xufeng held his chin in distress, and said, "If it's grand enough, if Amamiya-san can play a piano piece on stage, this is a scene that everyone wants to see, but Moyou also knows that according to Amamiya-san's personality, "

(End of this chapter)