This thing about me becoming a girl

Looking at Bei Daojiu's small and thin arm under his head, he almost couldn't feel its existence.

It should be fine.It should be fine, right?

But now I can't feel my hands at all.

But fortunately, the arm on the pillow is not the hand with the injured wrist.

She sighed, gently stroked the back of Bei Daojiu's head with her right hand, lifted it up slightly, and then carefully pulled out her left hand.

Bei Daojiu frowned for a moment, rubbing the back of his head against the pillow, feeling as if something was missing, not so soft.

She was a little restless, but she didn't wake up in the end, and then fell asleep.

Bei Dao Ya lightly lifted the quilt and walked towards the bathroom. His left hand fell naturally, swinging along with his body. No way.

After entering the bathroom, Bei Daoya stood in front of the mirror, rubbed his limp left arm, and moved his joints.

Looking in the mirror, she lost her bangs and her pale face with long hair scattered behind her back.

In fact, these days, she has been in a daze, her eyes are lifeless, she doesn't know what to do, she is being pushed like a marionette, with no direction.

I have never felt a sense of belonging to this world.

It is impossible for a 17-year-old boy to come to another world suddenly, face strange things, and without systematic guidance, immediately have a plan for how to go next.

That's a fairy.

But now Bei Dao Ya is no longer confused, has recognized his new identity, accepted his memory, and has a goal.

It may be affected by the memory of the predecessor, after all, the greatest wish of the predecessor is to make the mother happy.

It may also be that Bei Daoya was moved by getting along with Bei Daojiu these days.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, she doesn't care.

In her previous life, Bei Dao Crow had no concept of "home" and was never loved by others.

Since there is now.

Then she will, as she said,

Bei Daojiu will not be bullied any more.

The face reflected in the mirror was pale, and the pair of dark eyes that were calm to everything in the past, even a little lifeless, were shining with light at this moment.

Awe-inspiring and malevolent light.

She touched the part of her cheek reflected in the mirror, as if she was looking at another person.

"Your dream has come true, you are possessed by a demon."

Bei Dao Ya had no name in his previous life, and everyone he knew called him Lao Fu.

Well, the old woman and the devil have similar meanings, right?

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Zhichun Higher Private Girls' College, the leading girls' school in Japan, also known as the Noble Girls' School.

Although there are always many schools with the title of "noble" in Japan, Zhichun is definitely the best among them.

On the streets of Tokyo, you can occasionally see such a group of young girls.

They were wearing snow-white shirts, sky blue Kanto plackets on their chests, and navy blue striped pleated skirts on their lower bodies, but the most eye-catching thing was the cherry blossom medal with a dark blue ribbon on their chests.

They are young, beautiful, and full of self-confidence, so these girls must be students from Zhichun.

The reason why Zhichun is known as the best among noble schools is not only related to the first-class education and long history, but also related to tradition.

Since the second year of Meiji, the emperor of Japan moved the capital to Edo and changed its name to Tokyo, the residence of the emperor was not too far from Zhichun.

The emperors of all dynasties could overlook the school from their residences. In a symbolic sense, the students of Zhichun grew up under the care of the emperor.

Therefore, female members of the Japanese royal family will give priority to this school.

It is also because of this that the daughters of all kinds of high-class people gather here.

Many male students are proud of knowing a girl who Zhichun, as a bragging capital.

A real "noble" girls' school.

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Inside Zhichun Academy.

On a road full of cherry blossom trees on both sides, a girl was lying on a bench for resting on the side of the road, looking at the cherry blossoms swaying in the wind above, and the mottled sunlight sprinkled on her delicate and flawless face through the gaps between the cherry blossoms.

The girl's eyes were a little bored.

"It's so boring, isn't there a more interesting girl... More challenging."

Sitting next to her was a petite loli who was playing a game with a headset and an ns in her hand.

"Liuhechuan, can't you think of other more meaningful things with your sperm-filled head?"

She focused on the ns in her hand, and said to the girl beside her without turning her head, her voice was soft.

The girl named Baihechuan twitched her lips and retorted: "Obviously you, Xiaochun, don't understand."

"Did I say something wrong, pervert."

"You are discriminatory! Discriminating against minority social groups! What happened to our bold pursuit of our own love!?"

"Hehe." Xiaolu Hiiragi Tsubaki sneered.

"Do you really like girls? You just like girls who pursue excellence and watch them fall step by step, get a sense of conquest from it, and then give up at random."

Hearing this, Baihechuan laughed suddenly, her eyes were full of soft smiles, and the tear mole under the corner of her eyes added a touch of charm to her.

"Xiao Chun, you really understand me."

"...If possible, I don't want to."

Lily Chuan sat up from the bench and looked at this loli who was engrossed in the game.

"Hey, I said Ninth Courtyard, don't you really want to try it? That kind of fragrant and soft girl will blush when she sees you, her eyes are flustered, and she can't hide her face. "I like you", when you touch her, she will panic and whimper like a little animal."

She looked a little yearning.

"This is really the most beautiful thing God sama bestows on the world."

Xiaolu Hiiragi Tsubaki complained backhandedly: "You are not like a girl? I can understand in a disguised form that you are crazy and putting gold on your face?"

"The meaning is different, listen to me..."

"I don't want to hear it. Since you're so horny, then hurry up and go hunting and don't bother me."

Hearing this, Baihechuan suddenly felt a little bored, "I can't find it, it's been a while since I met anyone who can make me interested."

Xiaolu Hiiragi looked up and cast a glance, "Isn't this here, your favorite type."

Baihechuan looked in the direction she was looking.

Now is the season of cherry blossoms, and the cherry blossoms falling from the branches in the sky fall on the road, forming a cherry blossom road.

An unusually thin figure, as if he could not see the wind, walked very slowly, stepping on the cherry blossoms slowly.

The girl's complexion was very sickly and pale, her cheeks were delicate and soft, but she was so thin that it made people feel distressed. Her long hair was combed behind her head and tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. The breeze blew, and her hair swayed gently.

The only regret is her uneven bangs, which look like they were cut randomly.

There is also a thick gauze wrapped around the right wrist for unknown reasons.

She walked slowly on the path of falling cherry blossoms, her sickly pale complexion and frail figure made people have a strong desire to protect her.

Baihechuan took a few more glances and then looked away, "Not interested."

Xiaolu Hiiragi looked at her in surprise, and asked, "Don't you like this weak type the most? Even I want to protect this one, are you not interested?"

Lily Chuan shook his head: "I'm not interested anymore, no matter how delicious the food is, I'll get tired of it all the time, and occasionally I want to change the taste.

And although this one looks good, it's too thin, and the bangs are too weird, although it's not ugly.

Hmm... Is it the very popular dog over there eating bangs? "

"Oh." Xiaolu Hiiragi Tsubaki withdrew his gaze and continued to look at ns, and asked again: "Then what type do you like now?"

Baihe Chuan thought for a while, and replied: "It's bad, the kind of bad girl."

"But many bad girls have chaotic private lives."

"Then find someone to check your life."

5. Nanako Morishita

Today is the first day of the new school year, and it is approaching the period when the cherry blossoms are blooming. The sky is full of cherry blossoms. They are in full bloom, and the fragrant breeze is blowing gently. The flower branches are swaying, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Even after many years of graduation, the students of Zhichun will never forget the road leading to the teaching building, which is lined with cherry blossom trees on both sides.

Every school day, the cherry blossoms that fall off naturally after being caressed by the breeze flutter in the air, and then fall to the ground, covering the entire road.

Everyone who walks on it seems to be a princess.

Group B of the second year, the classroom was already full of students. They poked their heads left and right, excitedly chatting with their friends about what happened during the spring break. There is a pleasant smell mixed with various fragrances floating in it.

It wasn't until the teacher opened the door and walked in that the students in the classroom gradually stopped communicating and greeted her loudly.

The teacher's name is Nanako Morishita, a young woman with gentle eyes, she greeted each of them, then stood on the podium, took out a clock and asked, "Is everything here?"

At this moment, the classroom door was pushed open, and a gust of cool wind blew in from the aisle, and everyone turned their heads to look.

A girl with gauze wrapped around her wrist was standing at the door holding a black shoulder bag. The girl was very thin, her complexion was sickly pale, and her frail body was covered with a slightly loose uniform. She looked like a sick girl who had been ill in bed for a long time.

Her bangs were uneven and strange, and her pale and delicate face was expressionless, making her look a little bland.His eyes were cold, like spring water flowing in the mountains, without the agility that a girl of this age should have in her eyes.

Even if everyone was staring at her at this time, she didn't react at all. She just glanced around the classroom coldly, found her seat, and then walked.

The young girl is sickly and cold, unkindly beautiful.

"who is this?"

"I haven't seen it."

"Is he a transfer student? But the teacher didn't introduce him either."

Nanako Morishita is also confused, transfer student?I didn't receive the notification.