After Becoming a Little |

It's probably in the hospital. Arya recalled the little girl's injury, but it was not a serious bump, and it didn't have much to do with it.

"It was supposed to be a shared rental, but they thought it was a bit expensive." Lotus awkwardly opened the door with the key: "I'm embarrassed to say that I have to go out all the way, I always find it a bit disgusting..."

Maybe it's because Arya and her have a little more common language and a little closer distance, so Lotus is talking ramble.

Lotus likes to talk about some small things in life, what she saw, heard, and felt. This kind of small description is more like writing a diary, but now Arya has become a diary.

Arya doesn't care. Lotus doesn't mix much of her own opinions in her description of people. It can be seen that she is excellent in personal cultivation - she likes to remember the good side of others, and when she talks about some people It's all about picking up fairly interesting positive events.

Even if this is pretending, it will make people happy.Gossip, don't judge people, it's probably the case.

Arya could see that she cared about her roommate, or the opinions of others, she was a sensitive girl.

There are three people in Lianhua's dormitory now. It used to be four. One of them moved out and lived with her boyfriend, leaving three single dogs in a litter.

The other two majors are different from hers. Lianhua is an art student, and the other two are admitted with scores.

Those who can go to Dongshan University, with the exception of a few arts and sports students, are all top students.

Compared with cultural achievements, arts and sports students pay more attention to professional scores. This is indeed a shortcut for the college entrance examination. Therefore, they will inevitably criticize arts and sports students. This may be what the ancients said about literati.

Just like in ancient times, Jinshi absolutely looked down on those who were born with the same Jinshi.

However, many test-takers who make normal scores only see the convenience of shortcuts, ignoring the hardships required to take this shortcut.

Art students who study fine arts are no easier to paint every day than those who take the exam. Even because of irregular work and rest and more serious psychological pressure, they are more tired than students who only take culture exams.

After all, it will cost tens of thousands of funds in the family, as well as countless tests of energy and time, and after finishing the arts and physical examinations, you still have to take the cultural test. The lowering of the score requirement does not mean that there is no requirement. It is the same as crossing a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops The big waves wash the sand.

Many art and sports students with low psychological quality, after finishing the exam, are almost seriously ill.

Lianhua's two roommates are the ones who don't really look down on art students. Alia doesn't know much about girls' thoughts and has no way to judge, so she just listened quietly and dismantled the furniture board package sent by IKEA.

The feminization of physiology has no reference to her, and the way of thinking of girls has always been an unsolved mystery of human beings.

Lianhua's roommate is a superficial good sister, a model of friendship in a plastic room, but the cohabiting girl who moved out early was very fond of Lianhua's quiet character because of the clearness of the bystanders.

Hmm...the quiet personality in front of people.

The chattering lotus flower handed Arya exquisite stationery, small scissors, cute utility knives, and screwdrivers that looked very technical but couldn't adapt to the assembly of silly big black furniture.

I really don't know how this kid got the courage to go to IKEA to choose furniture...

Arya gestured the blade of the utility knife the size of her fingernail, sighed, and tore off the packaging tie: "Let me go, I will spread this board."

"Oh..." Lianhua stepped back a few steps and leaned against the wall: "Also, there are a lot of things going on in the student union. I regret going to participate. I always feel that it is different from what I imagined..."

The 1.4-meter table board is as light as a piece of foam board in her hands. After roughly drawing the size of the room, Aliya scratched her head: "Are you going to build a workshop, or put it directly in the living room?"

The cute lotus sauce doesn't understand home decoration: "What do you think is better?"

Arya thinks that the living room is a place for rubbing handles with good friends, but this style of painting is obviously not suitable for lotus flowers, so she puts the table board directly in the living room: "The lighting here is good, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are still vacuum soundproof glass. Right here."

Lotus' living room has a protruding balcony, and you can see the bustling city outside, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are very eye-catching.

Arya glanced at it, it was a one-way soundproof glass that was specially installed, and it was just right to divide it into an office area.

After neatly installing the bookcase and table, Arya also brought up a shelf that IKEA originally recommended for placing green plants as a shelf.

Many of IKEA's products are very obsessed with their positioning. They think they should be used in this way, but when buyers buy them back and use them, they find that the designer has a hole in their brains. This thing should be used in another way.

For example, IKEA’s so-called bookshelves that are bent by books and traverse the partitions, and the specially thickened partitions are recommended for trapezoidal shelves for two small potted plants. These two are very easy to use in reverse.

After clapping her hands, Arya let out a long sigh: "You haven't bought your monitor yet, so just leave the desktop like this, and I'll fix it for you tomorrow if you manage the wiring."

Lotus wondered: "Aya won't have class tomorrow?"

"I don't have class tomorrow...Is there still a class?"

Arya touched her chin and fell into contemplation. Because the original owner was decadent for this period of time, she really didn't remember whether there was any class.

By the way, what day is it today?

"I forgot." Alia spread her hands: "Then we will go to school tomorrow. It seems that I have asked for leave and haven't sold it yet. Are you moving in now?"

"No, I have to go to the dormitory to move things. Although I have purchased new ones, the old ones have to be moved out and disposed of. Otherwise, it would not be good to put them in the dormitory and block my roommates."

Lianhua still spoke very compelling words in a natural tone, which was probably the reason for those two roommates and her superficial sisters.

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Alia stretched her waist: "Okay, I'll accompany you tomorrow, I'll go down first, come find me if you have something."

"Ah."

Lotus smiled and watched her leave until Arya disappeared at the end of the fire escape corridor.

Aunt, I seem to have made friends too...

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Chapter 11 011-This is youth

"It's 7 degrees Celsius at 23.2:[-] a.m. right now. 』

The alarm clock on the bedside emits an electronically synthesized sound, broadcasts the information of the time and room temperature, and makes a pleasant ding-dong sound, calling the owner to get up and slap it into a mute.

A slender, white hand stretched out from under the duvet, slender fingers groped on the bedside table, then pressed on the alarm clock, stopping the early morning sound that sounded good at first, but would loop until people were upset. alarm.

A young lady stuck her head out of the quilt and opened her eyes - her slightly scattered hair and confused eyes were brought together, revealing a cat-like graceful laziness.

Sitting up, she rubbed the meibomian gland oil secretions from the corners of her eyes, which could not be avoided, and the pink quilt with printing on the soft big bed slipped off, revealing her delicate shoulder skin.

There is a slight reddishness in the white tenderness, which is the color of youth.

As the quilt was lifted, an indescribable hormonal smell filled the air, mixed with the residual fragrance of the scattered clothes, which made people confused.

The waiter helped Jiao to be weak, and when it was the new grace, she was probably talking about what Arya looked like now.

Stretching her waist, she felt the rattling of the bones from the cervical vertebrae to the spine. Arya was like a rusty robot, lubricated, fully wound the clockwork, and quickly returned to her mental state.

The structure of the human body is a very wonderful thing, and it may not take a lifetime to study it clearly.

Sometimes we use up a lot of physical exhaustion, and after a good night's sleep, we wake up in a daze.

And sometimes, even if you are just enjoying the pleasure, when you get up, you feel sore back and weak legs.

After getting up and taking a normal shower, Arya looked at the pile of cosmetics on the table, feeling helpless.

She really doesn't know how to start. In fact, the original owner's hoarding of cosmetics is already a small group of simple girls among girls, just a few styles.

But just these few models are also insurmountable technical peaks in Arya's view.

She would rather have a fight with a giant dragon than go to the trouble of thinking about how to match these bottles. Fortunately, she finally found something in the corner that she still knew.

The little white bottle that was already a little dusty at the time looked like a giveaway or some other matching outfit, but in Arya's view, it was a savior - it was a bottle of big treasure SOD honey.

Arya rubbed a little on her cleansed face, patted it, and felt the moisturization of the so-called skin care products.

Well, yes, it is indeed a national skin care product, and it really looks good-Alia comforted herself like this.

In fact, this body that has been transformed by the power of the soul can be called a natural beauty that is hard to give up.

Arya rushed into her studio with the expired toast in the refrigerator.

The download tasks have basically been completed, but since I'm going to school today, I can only temporarily feel wronged and stay on the computer for a while.

"Little darling, yo little darling, I'll accompany you when mom comes back at night~"

Frustrated, she hung up a few more Blu-ray films. Arya carried a backpack that was not too big, stuffed some school supplies such as paper and pens in it, and successfully transformed into a young and beautiful college student.

But before going out...

Arya looked in the mirror at her shoulder-length hair, and could only helplessly tie it into a single ponytail with a rubber band.

She probably understands why, like in "Your Name", the biggest difference between Taki and Mitsuha after swapping bodies is the hairstyle.

Sure enough, girls have a natural advantage when it comes to hair care.

And Arya didn't know how to take care of her hair at all. Thinking about it this way, it seemed that when she went out yesterday, it was still the hairstyle left by the original owner on this body.

Is it arguable that even if they are going to die, girls will still love their own image?

Gulu Gulu sucked yogurt, opened the door but Alia was startled: "Why are you here, Lotus?"

Lotus leaned her back against the wall of the corridor, her hands folded into her sleeves, her eyes staring at the ground, not knowing what she was thinking.

She wore a loose sweater today, a style that could tuck half of her palms in, but she still rubbed her hands from time to time—the temperature in early autumn was not too cold, but because it was morning , There is no sunlight in this corridor.

In addition, there are always open fire windows at both ends of the corridor, so the ventilation is very strong.

Lotus' little face turned pale. After watching Alia come out, she jumped on the spot subconsciously, and quickly put her hands down, showing a sincere smile: "Are you up? I just came up, and said knocking on the door. What about you, we agreed to go to school yesterday, right?"

There is hope in his tone and a little unease, it looks like a pet that wants to be touched but is afraid of touching.

Arya stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled.She reached out and held the lotus hand in the palm of her hand, and the power of the soul penetrated gently, expelling the morning autumn coolness in her body.

"I didn't sleep well last night, so I got up late." Arya took the lotus flower and walked to the elevator: "I'll give you a key later, if you come to my house in the future, just come in and stay inside. Come on—or you can wake me up, just get me some breakfast, I'm super lazy."

Lotus only felt a heat flow from the palm of her hand, and her limbs were warm, as if soaking in a hot spring, and she couldn't help but subconsciously groaned.

She immediately came back to her senses and covered her mouth with the other hand that was not being held, her face flushed with shame.

Arya didn't seem to hear anything, just pressed the elevator down button to herself.

Thinking of what Arya just said, Lotus nodded vigorously: "Yeah! Hmm! I'll wake you up in the morning and bring you breakfast by the way... What kind of breakfast do you like?"

"In what flavor, more traditional soy milk fritters?" Alia touched her chin and began to think seriously: "Although sometimes you feel that fritters are a bit greasy and steamed bread is too monotonous... Then frying is also good, I should prefer it The kind that eat traditional pastries, how about you?"

"I prefer to eat fruit oatmeal in the morning, and occasionally whole-wheat bread, etc., but it seems that the traditional breakfast is also good, try it tomorrow?"

When the elevator arrived downstairs, the two discussed breakfast, walked out of the lobby, and stepped into the nearby sunshine.

The morning sun spreads the soft orange sunlight on the earth, the cool and moist autumn wind rises, and the nose can feel the smell of the flowers and plants stretching.

The two girls, holding hands like this, drifted apart, as if walking towards a common future under the sun.

"Aya, we... seem to have gone through the wrong door."