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

Nanyuan Yun asked herself that she had done everything a husband should do.

Only Yukiko...

Alas, who knew that I couldn't help it as soon as I met you, and I am still getting stronger.

Find time to explain it to your wife. It's not a problem to keep it secret.

"Now that you are saying this, where have you been all these years?"

"I, Ryoko Nagayama, will not rely on anyone."

Ryoko Yongshan felt awkward in her heart when she saw Xuezi Xiaoniao nestling in Nanyuan Yun's arms.

Before this smelly uncle appeared, my mother's attention was all on herself, but now...

When she thought that she might become like this, Ryoko Nagayama resisted in every pore. The only person she could rely on in this world was herself, and she would not be attached to any man.

She is also a celebrity now, but she doesn't know if that annoying guy is proud of her.

After all, he is her only benefactor.

Although only in name.

Chapter 221 Who NTRed whom?

Love is not a mark left by a rubber band on the wrist, which can slowly fade away as time goes by.

In April, the cherry blossoms have begun to fall, and the trees on the streets are becoming more and more green.

Many students have planned their graduation trips and are just waiting to have fun after the graduation ceremony.

Hachioji High School is no exception.

"Hachioji High School Graduation Ceremony" is displayed in a conspicuous position at the school gate. These few words add a bit of sadness in the eyes of the third graders.

Hachioji High School won gold medals in three categories at the Art Awards. It can be said that flowers are blooming and fire is cooking oil.There was an endless stream of students and parents who came to visit, and the streets were somewhat congested and lively with people coming and going.

Arakawa Kotoyuki was reading a speech on the stage of the stadium, but her heart had already drifted into the distance.

"Hey, I heard that Jumonji and his girlfriend went abroad to study together."

"Are you talking about the dashing and handsome Jumonji Yutori?"

"exactly."

"It's great that I can continue to chase my dreams with the people I love."

The heat of the Tokyo Autumn Art Festival has not yet dissipated. The first grade students walking casually in the school were discussing topics. They noticed a tall figure in front of them and raised their hands to say hello as if the antenna was receiving a signal:

"Arakawa-senpai! Are you going to train?"

Arakawa Kotoyuki was stunned for a moment. The direction she was walking in was indeed the teaching building where the dance music group was located.

Beginning in late autumn and ending in early spring, the Tokyo Autumn Art Festival has come to an end.

I no longer need to go to the practice room.

So where are you going?

Everything is on track, everything looks so happy, everything looks the same as usual...

Literary Department Activity Room.

Before Arakawa Kotoyuki made tea, the black cat nimbly slipped through the crack of the window from the branches and jumped in, lying on the seat next to the concave-shaped table.

"This won't work, it will scratch the flax."

"Wuma Lord, hurry up..."

Arakawa Kotoyuki moved the sound card out of the way and picked up the black cat. As if she realized something, her eyes dimmed.

The quiet activity room was punctured by the sound of the door opening.

Kobayakawa Yukane randomly picked up a few handicrafts placed on the display cabinet. These were masterpieces by Wu Ma Xingjin. They were almost all clay sculptures of marine creatures, and the level of detail was higher than those found in street shops.

Yuka Kobayakawa was wearing a winter school uniform, a pair of stockings under a short skirt, a white stand-up collar shirt on the upper body, a Western-style navy blue jacket on the outside, and a butterfly-shaped bow tie.

This kind of design can be said to keep up with the trend. After all, good-looking school uniforms will sometimes become a reason to choose a school.

The sailor uniforms in anime look like classic school uniforms, but they have long been outshined by current fashion trends. Only some very remote rural areas may still have the standard school uniforms from decades ago.

The once popular sailor uniform has long become the tears of the times (sadness).

To a certain extent, no matter what kind of school uniform you have, you should cherish it.

Maybe I am tired of what I wear and want to change into regular clothes all day long to show off my personality, but it is not appropriate to wear them after graduation. I always feel out of place and cannot tell the other person who I am as reluctantly as before. school students.

When asked again, I am afraid that few people can bite the bullet and say it.

[Hey, why don’t you study early?Let’s get two buns while they’re hot]

[I am a student of xx High School!give me! 】

【it is good!energetic! 】

Most people who still wear school uniforms as adults are just pursuing status performance.

Kobayakawa Yuakane is accompanied by Inami Kaoru. After the graduation ceremony, she will no longer be able to see Ariake-sama on campus.

"I want to drop out of school and follow Lady Youqian..."

"If you stay, maybe Mr. Wuma can still use you sometimes."

Kobayakawa Yukane ordered to Inami Kaoru.

But in this case, I won’t be able to see Yu Akane-sama for the rest of the year in school.

Kaoru Inami was a little panicked. She couldn't guarantee that she would be admitted to Tokyo University.

Her grades were mediocre, and her performance in the Art Awards was limited to the general election. What did she take to take the entrance exam?

You must know that Dongda is the ultimate goal of the protagonist of many novels and animations. How can it be so easy to pass the exam?

If I fail to get into Tokyo University, I will have to separate from Yuqian-sama in the university.In this case, it is better to kill her. It seems that dropping out of school early and serving Yuqian-sama personally is the best solution.

Jingbo Xun bit her lip, it was Wuma Xingjin again, it was because of him every time...

"I'm going to the hospital later, Wu Ma-kun probably didn't sleep all night." Kobayakawa Yuaki held an elegantly packaged lunch box in her hand and deliberately said in front of Arakawa Kotoyuki:

"Must be starving."

Arakawa Kotoyuki's eyes were full of entanglement and self-blame. She also wanted to visit, but the art award was over after all, and she no longer had the right to enter and leave the campus at will.

If you continue to do what you did before, it will be a more serious form of truancy. A girl with a good family education obviously cannot do such a thing.

Calling in sick is even less likely, girls hate lies.

Students are students after all, and no matter how much honor they bring, they cannot be above the rules.

However, Kobayakawa Yukane, who has graduated, is not restrained.

There was only one person and one cat left in the activity room.

Arakawa Kotoyuki looked at the Literature Department, which was furnished as usual. The deserted feeling made the girl weakly want to find a furry life-size doll to bury in it and turn a blind eye to the annoying things.

After the finals, Minamoto Kiyoshi was transferred from Kanagawa Prefectural Hospital to a higher-level hospital affiliated with Tokyo Medical University.

Kyoto Onro was also rebuilt in just one week, and the expensive equipment that had been burned was given a new look. In order to prevent another fire accident, the construction staff of the Hitachi Foundation also used new fireproof and earthquake-resistant materials and improved the fire protection system of the entire building.

In order to make the agreement with An Yiji Kaguhime, Wuma Xingjin spent all his sleep and food writing a new book.

Obviously there is no need to be so anxious. After all, people who create literature are like a BMW. The more they drive with a whip, the less they can write a word.

Sometimes when the mood strikes, my thoughts flow out like a fountain in a day, and I can easily write tens of thousands of words.

But Wuma Xingjin instinctively doesn’t want to owe An Yiji Kaguya anything.

The staff at the University of Eastern Medical Sciences are much more professional. After learning that the two people in the ward were star contestants of the Art Awards not long ago, their attitudes did not change much. I guess they are used to receiving many big shots.

It's been a week and the minister still hasn't woken up.

Wuma Xingjin felt that the tip of his pen was getting duller and duller as he wrote, and he threw it aside in annoyance. The doctors here could not give a treatment plan. Could it be that he kept putting it off and praying that the minister could wake up on his own?

"go out for a while."

Haiyuan Weiyang walked to the bed with a basin of warm water and a white towel on the edge.

Wuma Xingjin glanced at Yuan Qingxue, who was lying on the hospital bed like the sleeping beauty in a fairy tale, and moved out of the ward.

In order to take care of the minister, Wu Ma Xingjin asked the maid to take care of him. He was worried about the others.

Haiyuan Weiyang is responsible for Yuan Qingxue's daily body cleaning. Looking at the girl in front of her who is breathing evenly and exuding a faint scent of camellia from deep in her skin, the maid is a little moved for a moment.

Yuquan Wami, who was sitting on a stool in the corridor, was dozing off when she heard the sound of the door opening. She held a high-end bento from a chain store in her arms and patted the empty seat next to her with a smile.

"You haven't eaten yet."

"Well, who are you?"

"You actually forgot my face. How prejudiced are you against me?"

"How can I forget that I still want to ask Miss Yu Quan to make miso soup for me every day."

What kind of Showa-style proposal is this?

Seeing that the boy was still in the mood to joke with himself, Yu Quangao felt relieved. He carefully opened the high-end lunch box, picked up a piece of cod steak and fed it to Wuma Xingjin.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

This was a high-end product that she, a social creature, could only look at longingly but be reluctant to buy. If it didn't taste good, she would secretly throw the high-heeled shoes she wore at the door of the convenience store, so that the customers who saw it would stop.

Wuma Xingjin chewed mechanically. He had no appetite now, and his sense of taste was fighting with his nerves. However, in order to prevent Yu Quanwomei from having unnecessary worries about him, he still put on a satisfied smile:

“It tastes good.”

"That's good." Yu Quanwomei patted her magnificent chest, hugged Wuma Xingjin after eating the bento, and put her head on a pair of elastic thighs.

"There are so many bloodshot eyes. Have you had any rest?"

Yu Quanwomei gently pressed Wu Ma Xingjin's temples, and continued to say with some reproach:

"Just leave the care to the maid or the medical staff."

The body of a mature woman is soft, and there is a sweet fragrance near her thigh. Wuma Xingjin puts his hand around Izumi's waist and buries his face in her belly.

Wuma Xingjin's fatigue has exploded in the past few days, and sleepiness gradually creeps up. Maybe it's like what Yu Quanwomei said, it's okay not to be so nervous.