Deceived by kindness, they are all reborn

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——How can this keep girls from falling?

Romain Rolland said: "There is only one heroism in the world: to see the world as it is and to love it."

There is only one true heroism in the world, and that is to love him after recognizing the truth of life.

Kazuma Egami is a real hero.

She was moved by it.

— but not happy.

She is not Jiang Kazuma's real lover, the boy can do this kind of behavior to her, and he can also do that kind of behavior to others-I think the guy named Wuyue may have fallen in the same way, attracted by him, watching Looking at everything about him, and finally confessed to him with all my strength in an uneasy mood.

This girl has already experienced this once.

——Nature can empathize.

When the guy named Wuyue broke up with him, and after dating him, he must scold him with a straight face and show a fierce face, and he must have a sense of crisis, and warn that guy not to casually make girls fall in love with him. He can't be defenseless against girls, he must be so fierce that he trembles.

This is the bottom line.

——I can't back down!

of course……

She Yuzawa Nozomi is an exception.

Just don't defend her.

……

The girl stood up and looked around.

I saw a lot of nostalgic things.

The boy's home is very big, but most of it is filled with bookcases. In his previous life, he said that his parents lived abroad all year round and he lived alone. When he was free, he either played games or read books, so the bookcase was very big.

There are several bookcases, from east to west, from ancient times to the present, and from Chinese to English books.

Most of the books in the bookcase on the east side are in Chinese. There are a variety of books in it, some of which are well-known. Even if it is her, there are some books that she can vaguely understand by reading only Chinese characters, such as "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Journey to the West". There are also Chinese books such as "Full Tang Poems", "Ming Poems", "Qing Poetry Collection", "Suiyuan Poetry Talk" and other Chinese books that the young man once introduced to her, as well as "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" and "Reading" with many strange stories. "Micro Cottage Notes", "Sou Shen Ji"...

Of course there are books she can understand in the middle, but the things inside seem not very substantial, the two-meter-high bookshelf is only half full, and there are many books with her precious memories, such as Agatha Christie's "Oriental "Express Murder Case", Keigo Higashino's "White Night Walk", "Secret", "Maliciousness", "Devotion of Suspect X", Haruki Murakami's...

As for the west side, she can't understand it at all. It's all English like ghosts. She complained to the boy and hoped that "katakana will get out of the earth". Naturally, she is not very good at English. These foreign words are really annoying. Some Hiragana does not have to use katakana.

Is there something wrong with the neon man's brain?

of course.

The most conspicuous.

Of course it is placed in the highest position in the middle.

The whole book "Eye Pupil" is finished.

She stood up quietly, came to the bookshelf, and gently stroked these old things full of memories. These books are very old, and it seems that the teenager has read them many times. By the end of the revised new version of "Eye Pupil", forty volumes were missing.

The forty volumes that are missing.

Three years ago it still hasn't come out.

Although "Eye Pupil" is a monthly magazine, it is not published every month. In the middle, there will be cases where the supplements are out of stock, and sometimes the publication will be suspended in the middle of the year. This is related to the general economic situation of the social environment at that time. It can be said that these "eye pupils" are witnesses of history.

Each issue is the most rare treasure in her life.

every period.

For her and that boy.

are the most important components.

She still remembers that she liked a story in a certain issue last winter, but the boy couldn't understand the benefits of that story, so she was clingy and crazy, and didn't stop until the boy got annoyed with her.

A story in the summer of the previous year made her cry. The fireworks show at the end of that story left a deep impression on her. She asked the boy to watch the fireworks show together, but it rained heavily that day, and the two became When I was drowned, I could only buy some hand-held fireworks and listen to the sound of rain secretly set off in the corridor.

There is also a story of this winter that has not yet been published. She likes the confession of the hero and heroine there very much, and even fantasizes about confessing to Jiang Kazuma in that way, but it turns out that the boy will pull her the next day Facing her Amway's story, looking at the excited boy, she could only suppress the restlessness in her heart and swallow this infatuation into the bottom of her heart.

and also……

She stands there.

One by one, I read the memories of the past.

Turn over.

Suddenly, her eyes were red, and her eyes were shining brightly. Her little weakness, which could not be suppressed and no one would see it, she leaned on the bookcase and sobbed out at this moment.

The story is still the same story,

The boy is still the same boy.

And her teenager.

—but it no longer belonged to her.

Banana Deer: Chapter 27 Chapter 27 I'm super fragrant!

When Jiang Kazuma came back, he found Yuzawa Nozomi sitting there obediently, with red eyes, as if he had just cried.

"what happened?"

The boy sniffed his nose hard.

Want to sniff out strange, ominous smells in the room.

He sat down.

"When you go to someone's friend's house, even when you open the door, you can smell the smell of toilets and stinky socks, you must try your best to smile awkwardly and pretend to be happy to get through this journey. "

"Otherwise the other party's mother will be angry."

The boy put down the ointment in his hand.

He looked at her seriously.

"If you dare to say that the thick and stinky sweat in my room made you cry, I will drive you away immediately."

The girl hurriedly waved her hands in embarrassment.

"No no no no no!!"

"Your room is very fragrant!!"

"How can there be smelly sweat!!"

There is also a faint smell of incense in the juvenile house.

It is a very suitable environment for reading.

She could even stay here forever.

How can you hate it.

"The eye sockets are so red."

"Is there any trouble?"

"If you're worried, it's better to say it."

"I think that on the first day of school, it is unlikely that I was bullied so early. There should be some unspeakable troubles."

The boy sat opposite the girl, handed her the ointment, and motioned for her to apply it herself.

Are you troubled?

The girl's beautiful eyes secretly glanced sideways at the boy who was clearing away the cup of black tea she had finished drinking, and bit her lower lip lightly.

My trouble is you...

How can this be said...

She just lost her composure and cried for a long time here alone, and saw many precious things that were hard to recall if she didn't think about them. This feeling moved and missed her, and it also made her extremely relieved.

This memory and emotion finally made her make up her mind.

Let her deviate from the script she had originally drawn up.

……

In the last lifetime.

The teenager has no parents at home.

So she often comes as a guest.

Every time it was the teenager who cooked, she hid in the small corner of the sofa, listening to the sound of him chopping and frying vegetables in peace, bathed in the light of the incandescent lamp, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the iron sheet of the air conditioner outside the window, and started reading. books in .

"Young people listen to Yuge upstairs, the red candles are dimmed, and the tents are dimmed. The middle-aged listen to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken wild goose is called the west wind."

"Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples are already stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and every step is before the dawn."

The white noise of chopping vegetables and the oily fume from frying seemed to be the most indelible thing in her memory. The books and words with the taste of life were the things she could never forget in her life.

If you want to talk about troubles.

There is just no way to reproduce that moment so easily again.

Now she and the boy in front of her are completely strangers, even now, the boy in front of her doesn't know her name.

Now he has a girlfriend.

Have a completely different life.

I am just a third person who came back from the future.

The parallel lines of fate intersected for such a brief moment, as long as she applied the medicine and left here, then she would have nothing to do with the boy in front of her.

She sighed softly.

She doesn't want to have such a future.

Don't want to either.

So it must leave a strong mark in his heart.

The encounter with him in the afternoon failed. Although her script was well written, she was not an omnipotent god, and she could not reproduce all the beautiful things in the script in reality. control.

So this time.

You can't rely on the script.

The only person I can rely on is myself.

This beautiful body.

—and the hormones of puberty.

The girl lowered her wine-red eyes, stared at the ointment in front of her, endured a strong sense of shame, bit her teeth lightly, resisted her shyness, and raised her slender, slender, white as jade right leg, revealing the The swollen bag bitten by mosquitoes was placed on the coffee table.

Whisper softly with a mosquito-like voice.

"That ointment."

"Can you wipe it off for me?"

Seeing the girl put her white as jade, slender and plump right leg on the tea table, even Kazuma Egami, the cultivator himself, stopped thinking.

——There is something wrong with you.

What does step on my coffee table mean?

What about your smelly feet?

Seeing the dazed boy, the girl blushed with embarrassment, she hurriedly explained.

"that……"

"I've been sick since I was little."

"You can't bend over."

Seeing the boy's still puzzled, even a little bit of fear-avoiding eyes, she desperately wanted to find words of justification.