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

To celebrate, let’s rush a few more times today.

Yaozi: [Tonight’s high-end game]

Murakami Nara smoothed his hair, lowered his voice, deliberately made a bubble sound, and said with a posture that he thought was handsome,

"Well, Nishino-san, I agree."

"Huh? What did you agree to?" Nishino Tomoe asked doubtfully.

"That's right, it's just a confession."

Murakami Nara couldn't pretend anymore, scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Wuma Xingjin almost spit out the drink in his mouth. How did you know that Nishino-san confessed to you?

Is it possible that you have even thought about how many children you would have after marriage?

Hello, first meeting, getting married.

Are all men this kind of creature?

Please, this is so sublime.

"Mr. Murakami is really good at joking, and I didn't confess."

Nishino Tomoe turned his back, his cheeks flushed, and he pretended to speak in a normal tone.

Murakami Nara suddenly looked like a fish with its bones removed, crawling limply on the glass of the vending machine, and directly put on the mask of pain.

"how come......."

"Hey, hey, don't put your face on it. The orange juice I plan to buy will taste terrible."

The smile on Mr. Tian's face became as bright as the sun, and he grabbed Murakami Nara.

Seeing my buddy being liked by girls and becoming a winner in life is even more uncomfortable than killing him.

It's fine now, Murakami is still a good partner on the same side as him.

"We didn't make an appointment at that time. I was still waiting for Mr. Murakami to step onto the national stage."

Tomoe Nishino hopes to rely on the football department to cheer up Nara Murakami from that idle state.

You have to become a reliable man, but that level is still far from that.

Murakami Nara laughed again. Fortunately, at least there was hope.

In this case, he has to continue to work hard and be motivated!For the lovely Nishino-senpai.

Nishino Tomoe was called back to the classroom by his classmates. He waved to Murakami Nara and others. The wind brought by his walk lifted the hem of his clothes, and he looked very youthful.

The three of them returned to the second-grade floor. Along the way, Wuma Xingjin still didn't understand.

"Murakami, don't you think Nishino-san is a little strange?"

"What's so strange?"

"When she talked about her yellow-haired boyfriend, her eyes were erratic and her words were a bit stumbling."

"Isn't this normal? Being called out by three boys in the middle of class would definitely make her feel nervous as a girl."

Murakami Nara doesn’t think there’s anything strange.

"I didn't mean that."

Wuma Xing was still hesitating. He didn't want to get involved in his friend's emotional problems, but he couldn't just watch him being played around by women.

I made an exception as a reminder, hoping Murakami Nara would understand, but I didn't seem to realize this.

"Murakami, have you heard a story?

Once upon a time, a wild goat disguised itself as a sheep and sneaked into the sheep pen. One day, he told the sheep that he wanted to become a family with them. On the grounds of being unwell, he made an agreement with the sheep to give birth to lambs with them after he recovered. .

The sheep were happy to have new companions, but one sheep felt that a sheep separated from the group could not survive in the wild, so he reminded the other sheep, but the other sheep did not take it seriously.

It wasn't until one day that the wild goats' companions came over mountains and rivers to drive the sheep away from this land of lush water and grass, that they realized they had trusted the wrong person. "

Who would have heard this kind of bedtime story for a three-year-old child?

Murakami Nara took a sip of orange soda and burped. He was now bubbling with joy and could no longer listen at all. He said with a smile:

"So why do you always use this pretentious saying? For people like Haruki Murakami, he is enough."

Don't completely believe in the agreement, who knows what may happen in the middle.

Wuma Xingjin sighed, knowing that it would be useless to say anything more.

At the corner of the stairs, the vending machine against the wall made Wuma Xingjin stop.

Arakawa Kotoyuki sent him a message asking him to bring back Yakult. The vending machines on the first-grade floor were sold out just now. Fortunately, there was still some left.

He was still worried that if he didn't buy it, Arakawa Kotoyuki would be sad and aggrieved. Although Arakawa Kotoyuki has the character of a squeamish young lady, she wouldn't be sad because of this kind of thing. He could totally use "Sold Out" 'For reasons to cross.

But Wuma Xingjin does not think that such behavior is right.

Girls are like coming from distant Mars. Maybe some trivial things that seem insignificant to boys can make them feel depressed instantly. Often, boys with thick lines cannot understand this time.

For example, if a girl shares an egg yolk cake with her boyfriend, but her boyfriend eats it all in one bite as a prank, the girl will suddenly burst into tears, leaving her boyfriend with his eyes wide open and his cheeks bulging, not knowing what happened, and patting his chest to swallow with difficulty. , hurriedly bought a big bag of egg yolk cakes and came back, but it was of no avail. No matter what, my girlfriend didn’t want to talk.

In fact, do girls care about that little egg yolk cake?

All she cared about was sharing the mood with you but it was ruined by a prank.

However, few people can understand the delicate and sensitive thoughts of girls, and later label these girls as "princess disease" and "hypocritical". Only women can empathize with it. This is probably a problem that men and women cannot understand each other. A little miniature.

There is still a high cognitive wall between people, not to mention delicate people and nervous people.

Wuma Xingjin hesitated for a moment when inserting the coins, put the coins back into his pocket, took out a banknote from his wallet and stuffed it in. He bought the remaining Yakult in one go, and the coins clinked as they fell.

Wuma Xingjin neatly stacked the coins and put them into a cylindrical jar specially used for storage. There were snowflake marks on it.

"Sorry, I'm used to this way of speaking when I'm with the minister."

"Minister? Are you talking about that Yuan Qingxue from the Literature Club?"

"Don't imitate that kind of person's speech until people can't understand it."

"Maybe I can't pretend I didn't hear this. Please explain to me clearly what 'that kind of person' means."

Wuma Xingjin threw a bottle of orange juice to Tianzhong. He would not allow anyone to speak ill of Yuan Qingxue behind his back.

A smart and beautiful girl like the minister is simply a treasure given by God. If she is not treated with an attitude of worship, she will definitely be punished by God.

But if this was really the case, he might have been struck by lightning ten thousand times.

Wu Ma Xingjin began to repent for his fantasies about Minister Yuan Qingxue. He asked Miss Miyo Miyo to put on a nun's outfit tonight and pray in front of her.

"Don't you find it troublesome to carry coins on your body? It makes a clinking sound in your pocket when you walk. It always feels a bit embarrassing."

"That's why I put it in a special container."

"Last time you asked me to find the 1 yen from the Showa era. It took me a lot of effort. How could anyone like to collect coins?" Mr. Tian unscrewed the cap of the orange juice bottle and took a sip, complaining.

"Don't you think coins have more weight to your hand than flimsy banknotes?"

“It’s like if you use electronic money to spend [-] yen, the virtual amount will not give you much real feeling.

But the real thing is different. Anyone who spends [-] yen banknotes will feel heartbroken for a while, let alone coins. You need to count them one by one and display them in front of the cashier, so that the feeling of spending it is more tangible. "

Wu Ma Xingjin lamented that electronic payment is now popular, and in ten years he may not be able to find coins anymore.

It's like an old guy like a bb machine that has been abandoned by the times.

"I remember that the profit margin for Art Prize contestants was quite large. Ten thousand yen is nothing to you, right?"

"If you think like this, you are totally wrong. After you become rich, your spending will become uncontrolled, and you will become a puppet of desire along with other habits. Don't you feel pitiful if you are driven by instinct?"

Well, this guy Wu Ma is saying something he doesn't understand again.

Tian Jie and Murakami Nara expressed that they have long been accustomed to this.

When the three of them arrived in Class B of the second grade, a pile of Yakult held in Wu Ma Xingjin's arms was placed on Arakawa Kotoyuki's table, forming a small mountain, which looked quite spectacular.

"You bought too much."

Arakawa Kotoyuki righted the crooked Yakult, Hinata bent down to pick up what fell on the ground, and other girls were also helping.

"Didn't you let me buy as much as I can?"

Wu Ma Xingjin distributed the drinks to the girls surrounding Kotoyuki Arakawa and said with a smile:

"He also said that if you don't have enough points, you can go to another floor and have a look. Even if you are late, you still have to buy it."

Seeing a girl's face turning slightly yellow and her lips turning white, Wuma Xingjin handed her another bottle of heated coffee.

The girl was about to refuse, but after her fingers touched the coffee, her eyes showed a surprised look, and she curled up into a smile:

"Qinyuki-chan is so considerate. Knowing that I was not feeling well today, she asked Wu Ma-san to use hot water to warm me up."

"Same here..."

"Does Qin Xue still need a girlfriend? Such a meticulous character is so gentle, it's hard not to love her."

"Save a place for me too!"

"Can Female Bronze climb? I was the one who came first."

The atmosphere among the girls became lively. After Wuma Xingjin divided the drinks, he left a lot of them and put them into the snack box at the feet of Arakawa Kotoyuki.

How have I ever said such a thing? Arakawa Kotoyuki was about to refute, but when he saw the girls in the topic circle happily accepting the drinks from Wuma Xingjin, he realized that he was thinking about himself.

If you are the only one who enjoys preferential treatment, it may make others jealous. Although some people like the preference of being treated specially, they must also consider the occasion.

Especially in a girl group where there is a deep sense of sisterhood on the surface, but there are endless slanderous words behind the scenes, you need to pay more attention to this, even if the relationship is really good.

But most ordinary classmates only go to the department store after school. Everyone is closed in their own world. Unless they really like each other, there is no way they can become close friends.

He seems to be enthusiastic, but in fact he is indifferent. He is very attentive when he does not need help, but stands aside when he needs help most.

Arakawa Kotoyuki has already experienced this kind of thing once, so facing these girl groups that seem to have a good relationship with her, Arakawa Kotoyuki knows that they just want to use their popularity to enhance their status and increase their conversation topics.

After transferring to Wuma Xingjin's school, she didn't have a 'companion' to travel with, so she had to rely on Wuma Xingjin's side all day long. She, Arakawa Kotoyuki, didn't want to be the kind of girl who relied on others.

So, it's not like she didn't learn a lesson, in the final analysis they were just using each other.

Don’t underestimate the intrigue between high school girls!

If several best friends fell in love with a boy at the same time, I might be able to write another "The Tale of Genji".