The noble evil young lady

"Go to sleep!" Miyamoto He pulled me to my room. I stretched vigorously and opened the door with the key. No, Miyamoto still took the trouble to help me to the bed.

I slowly climbed onto the bed and covered the quilt, and said to Miyamoto He familiarly: "Well...Miyamoto He, please help me close the door when you leave."

"Hmm..." Miyamoto He turned his back to me, his back was very indifferent, and he replied in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

He went straight to the window, and when I was wondering what he was going to do, he closed the blackout curtain, and the room went dark, completely isolating me from the already quiet outside world.

He probably didn't want the light from outside to disturb my rest.

After hearing the sound of Miyamoto closing the door, I closed my eyes with peace of mind and soon fell asleep.

. . .

After an unknown period of time, my stomach began to make a "cuckling" sound.

I frowned slightly, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

goo goo~

"Hey...Brother Stomach, can you be more aggressive? Although I haven't eaten three meals, I will bring something for you after I sleep well. Be obedient and stop barking!"

I touched my stomach and said helplessly that I wanted to close my eyes and continue to sleep.

But my stomach growled louder as if protesting. I looked at the ceiling and said helplessly, "Okay, I'm going to eat. Brother Stomach, please persevere! I'll bring something to offer you right away."

I took out my phone from under my pillow and looked, oh my god, it's almost noon, no wonder Big Brother Stomach is so angry.

I went out of the room, jumping and jumping in the aisle, and the wooden boards under my feet made a sound of "dong dong dong". Let's go to lunch together!"

have no choice. . .Probably the sound insulation of this hotel is so good that there is no response after shouting for a long time.

Everything around is made of wood, and the eyes are full of growth rings inside the wood. You can have a dreamy feeling when you are here.

There are only 3 floors in this hotel, and the thing that bothers me the most is that there is no elevator inside! ?Fortunately, our rooms are booked on the 2nd floor.

I quickly jumped to the front desk on the first floor.

"Miss, please help me find out which room Miyamoto is in." Said to a beautiful lady standing inside, this hotel is too shabby, there is only one receptionist.

"Sorry, we can't disclose the privacy of the guests at will!" She smiled politely at me.

"I'm his classmate, and I also live on the second floor, please accommodate me, pretty sister!" I looked at her pitifully.

She looked at me helplessly, flipped through the registration book and said, "Miyamoto He, right? His room is No. 301, the third floor!"

"Strange, we all live on the second floor, why does he live on the third floor?" Oh my god, how can I go up to the third floor! ?My feet were sore from jumping from the second floor to the first floor.

"When your head teacher booked the room, he specially arranged him in the only presidential suite in our store, which is Room 301!"

The receptionist directly told me that it was specially arranged by the head teacher. Isn't this treated differently?What is Miyamoto He's identity? Why is the teacher treating him so well?

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