Into the enchanting high school by mistake: training camp for handsome men

Chapter 149 Confession: The handsome man with a black belly returns strongly [4]

The dark blue eyes swept over sharply, and a sentence came out from the thin lips: "But you are blocking my way now."

His cold words imply: those who pass by me will die.

"Answer me, Shangsen." The silver hair covered Qi Dinglan's only arrogant eyes, and his hand holding Shangsenfu's arm slowly tightened, and his strength suddenly increased.

"...No one can order me, not even my parents, can't disobey my wishes." The smile on the corner of Shang Mori's mouth at this moment was dangerously black, and in an instant, the overwhelming killing intent was covering up towards Qi Yinglan, Almost drowned him.

This is the second time I've seen Uemori get angry, and the first time was when Yan Qiji violated his dignity. At that time, the god Uemori was possessed like a Shura, killing gods when he met them. Meet the Buddha and kill the Buddha.

= = No, although in my eyes, this is just a manifestation of the second disease...

The air froze for a moment, and Qi Dinglan turned cold: "Really?"

Shangsenfu raised his head slightly, as if he was in the world, his slender red phoenix eyes were raised in a small way, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his gentle and handsome cheek: "You alone can't provoke me, I have no interest in you."

My arm was dragged away violently by the big palm with well-defined joints, and I staggered a few times before I stabilized my figure and didn't fall into Shangsenfu's chest. His narrow eyes glanced at me and said calmly: "Let's go."

"Wait a minute, Uemori-senpai..."

He raised his eyebrows impatiently and looked straight into my eyes: "What else?"

"I..." I can't say it. What I want to express to Shang Senda Tenjin, I can't say it when I see him in person, but even if I keep thinking about it in my heart, I can't express it to the person I want to express. It's useless for the people who do it.

I'm cowardly, timid, and I don't want to bear the truth, but at least in this aspect, at least in the aspect of liking someone, I still want to know the truth, even if the answer is to hurt me to pieces.

Because this is Luo Xiaoyi.

I like Senfuji, but I like him so much, but I haven't heard his response to me even once. He always gives me hope, such as 'don't hate' or something, but 'no Hate' does not exist with 'like' ranks, I am not reconciled.

So, what kind of feelings does Uemori Fuka have towards me?
"What do you want to say?" He is always like this, impatient, but he is like this, like a mandala blooming in hell, always bewitching me.

My palms were tightened on the skirt of my clothes, I stared at the ground, I didn't dare to look into his eyes, I was afraid that I would drown in his dark blue pupils and forget what I wanted to express.

"...Senior Uemori, do you like me?" The pounding of my heart frightened me like thunder.

Kamimori's face was calm and expressionless, the cold winter wind blew over, lifted his black coat, and even Qi Ikoran's silver hair was blown up.

"Luo Xiao also... I said before, I don't hate you." He still answered calmly, but this won't work...

I gritted my teeth and was almost dragged away by him. I raised my hand to break free from his strong arm, but I kept looking at the ground and dared not look him in the eyes.

"What are you doing?" He seemed a little annoyed, but I should be the one who was really annoyed!

(End of this chapter)