I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Of course, Miyo finally returned to her room. As a maid, she couldn't sleep with her master.

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Friday, January 12th.

The end of two consecutive days of exams also means the arrival of winter vacation.

The water in the atrium pond is half dry, and the aquatic plants that are still alive are floating and shaking on the water like stranded jellyfish.

Winter is getting thicker and the cold wind is howling. Many girls wearing skirts are so cold that their knees turn red.

I would rather shiver with cold than wear leggings. Wearing warm leggings will be considered a sign of old-fashionedness.

In order to avoid being said behind my back that I came from the countryside, I could only grit my teeth and endure it.

Of course, Kotoyuki Arakawa and Yoko Kawaki, who likes to wear short skirts, were forced to wear pantyhose by Uma Seijin and refused to give in no matter what.

As for Yuan Qingxue, who was used to wearing stockings, she didn't need Wuma Xingjin to urge her.

Students from Hachioji High School travel in groups of twos and threes, or take advantage of their spare time to work part-time.

Or to celebrate the holiday, go to the nearby commercial pedestrian street and order a cup of steaming coffee, eat dessert and discuss the next trip with friends.

As for the advanced Art Prize contestants like Wu Ma Xingjin, they can choose to stay in school to practice, or they can choose to go home and rest for the day after tomorrow.

"Christmas is the day after tomorrow, so remember to come on time! The location is Gotanda, Shinagawa-ku!" With these words, Mr. Tian disappeared at the school gate with a puff of dust.

Murakami Nara moved in despair, as if his soul had been sucked away by a goblin.

You don't need to guess to know that the school girl must have refused to go to the four southern islands together.

Aren't they just girls?

Once you refuse, you will be like an eggplant beaten by frost. The whole world will be filled with gray dust. You will not go to school or work part-time. Just hang around her and become her slave.

It was too unworthy to be played with by a girl. Seeing Murakami Nara's distraught appearance, Wuma Xingjin secretly made up his mind not to become a woman's plaything!

"If Wuma Bedbug's energetic look is used in a positive way, I will say thank you on behalf of those girls who confessed their love to you."

It was Minamoto Kiyuki, who was currently surrounded by Nakazawa Shiori, sniffing back and forth like a puppy.

The latter was firmly grasped by the collar by Yuko Ishimoto with a Yamato Nadeshiko-like smile to prevent him from knocking down this fragile and beautiful girl who was as fragile as crystal.

"Senior Wu Ma!"

Seeing the gentle and approachable Wuma Xingjin, Nakazawa Shiori had countless questions to ask:

"Um, can you tell me what soap Yuan Qingxue-senpai is using?"

"Why are I telling you this?" Wuma Xingjin also wanted to know. The elegant camellia fragrance on the minister's body did not belong to any brand on the market.

If he could find soap with the same scent, he would buy a large box of it.

Not to wash my hair, just out of curiosity.

"If you eat the soap that your senior is using, you can feel like you are one with your senior, hehehehe..."

Can you still play like this? !I have to say it’s really a good idea.

But he, Wuma Xingjin, is not a pervert with special fetishes. He just likes well-proportioned legs, and he has recently become interested in beautiful girls' slender hands.

"Yesterday, I found a soap in the supermarket that has a similar scent to Yuan Qingxue-senpai, but after taking a bite, I found that the taste was completely wrong."

"The real person smells better hehe..." Nakazawa Shiori drooled at the corner of her mouth and wanted to kiss Yuan Qingxue's cold little face.

Actually did it?

"Eating soap...?"

"correct."

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?" Wu Ma Xingjin had to admire her courage to take action.

"It was intentional and careless!"

Nakazawa Shiori raised his head proudly. Next to him, Ishimoto Yuko kept bowing and said, "I'm causing trouble for everyone." I'll go back to educate Shiori right now. He turned around and dragged the restless Nakazawa Shiori away.

"I'm so happy for you to see the minister being loved."

Yuan Qingxue's reputation among girls is not very good, and she is often said secretly:

[Who do you think you are when you look so arrogant? 】

[It’s only natural that he looks so shabby and doesn’t fit in with others]

[I always feel like I’m looking down on others]

And so on.

But after the audition, he broke the prejudice with his heavenly singing voice.

In addition to being absolutely overwhelming in terms of academic ability, he also has staggering talents in other aspects.

The dance group that initially distanced itself from Minamoto Kiyoshi suddenly turned into a support group for the Minister of Literature.

I couldn't believe that the inaccessible Yuan Qingxue had such a side, and the image in my heart instantly became vivid and warm.

It makes people think: That moving singing voice is so awesome!

There is a hidden storm in the communication between girls, and you never know what kind of turmoil is under the calm sea.

Perhaps Yuan Qingxue, who is tired of this kind of interpersonal relationship, prefers to be alone in the literature club.

"That look of relief on your face is disgusting."

Chapter 125 I like you, this is an affirmative sentence

After Shiori Nakazawa and Yuko Ishimoto left, the Literature Department returned to its former tranquility.

There was still no trace of Yu Akane Kobayakawa in the end-of-year exam. It was like the world had disappeared. Wu Ma Xingjin was worried day and night.

Even if he was stabbed in the back first, he didn't want to see anything happen to his senior sister.

On one side was Kotoyuki Arakawa, and on the other was the senior sister I liked. Being caught between them, I felt extremely anxious during this period.

Yuan Qingxue had a thick stack of money on hand, which seemed to be more than 600 million yen, a large part of which included royalties.

Under the careful counting of the beautiful girl, even the tacky money became sacred.

Seeing the girl's peaceful look, Wu Ma Xingjin felt a lot cleaner as if he had been washed by a clear mountain spring because he couldn't connect with Senior Kobayakawa's anxiety.

How could joy be related to nausea? It was too unreasonable. Wu Ma Xingjin needed to defend himself:

"It's just when I feel that the changes are unnoticed, and when the dust settles, I realize that we are all changing."

Get better, or get worse?

The living expenses of the sisters are far from enough, and the money for heating in winter is another huge expense.

Several people got cold due to the weather, and this little money was simply not enough. If possible, she would rather not make this change.

For some reason, Yuan Qingxue's mood suddenly became very bad, and she interrupted Wuma Xingjin's words:

"Okay, don't say any more."

"The only person who changes is you, that's all."

"You're worried because there's no news from Kobayakawa, right?"

Yuan Qingxue didn't want to talk nonsense and went directly to the topic.

Although this happens usually, it's rare to be so impatient. What did you say that you shouldn't have said, and made the minister angry?

Otherwise, it's generally very easy to get along with.

Minister Yuan Qingxue is not the kind of person who is used to expressing his anger. Maybe he just thinks he is too noisy.

Wuma Xingjin looked at Yuan Qingxue's eyes carefully, trying to find clues. After looking for a long time, he could only see impatience, so he had to continue:

"As expected, nothing can be hidden from you. Does the minister have any clues?"

Taking a sip of the steaming tea, the slightly bitter sweetness rose between her teeth and tongue, and Yuan Qingxue's pretty little face seemed to relax a bit.

Perhaps because he felt that he was disobedient, the gaze of the member always lingered on one of his legs. The chair rotated, leaving a silhouette of Wuma Xingjin’s back:

“The stage cannot perform before the actors are all here.”

"Don't understand?"

"It's very simple, when she should show up, she will meet naturally."

Minister Yuan Qingxue's words are always like this, which makes people need to think carefully.

However, it is better to say that this is the Yuan Qingxue he knows well.

Just like the red leaves sandwiched in an envelope in autumn, they are not worth mentioning but seem to be of great importance, and the reason is unknown but seem to be unforgettable.

Like a spot of light under a tree in the afternoon, it is placed in a vague area of ​​​​brightness and darkness. Whenever it is rustled by the wind, my heart will tremble.

The girl sat in the middle of the concave-shaped table. The wooden desk was more like a wall at this time, surrounding Yuan Qingxue.

"Why, the look in my eyes suddenly became strange. Could it be that you have some new dirty thoughts?"

Through the reflection in the mirror, Yuan Qingxue noticed that his members were a little different from usual. They seemed to be much more transparent, as if they were suddenly enlightened.

"I just want to understand something." Wu Ma Xingjin took a deep breath. In fact, he had taken deep breaths several times for this moment, and said with courage:

"For example, make the minister happy."

As sharp as you are, you must know what I mean.

People should be loyal to their own desires. What is the kind of feeling that makes your heart beat wildly when you see Yuan Qingxue but love?

After saying this, Wuma Xingjin felt his heart tighten and beat wildly.

The tea in the tray swayed a few times, ripples appeared in the tea cup, and then quietly returned to calm.

Several sharp bird calls sounded outside the window, and members of the football department were struggling to remove the streamers wrapped around the net.

Yuan Qingxue, who turned her back to the sincere young man, closed her eyes as if losing strength. After a long time, she slowly spoke:

"This monsoon that does not belong to the Pacific Ocean finally reached the Faculty of Literature."

"Wuma classmate...you are indeed very greedy."

"There are many definitions of happiness, a mouthful of marshmallows on ordinary days, a bottle of refreshing soda in summer