I, the lord of ghost stories

"Looking at you."

Tian Shan seemed to answer unconsciously.

"Me? What's so interesting, it's not the first day we met."

Yuu Sifeng shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.

"But you feel like a cloud of fog to me. I've never seen through you... Hey, keep your voice down, and tell me the truth, have you dated many girls before?"

Tian Shan's words shocked Sifeng Yuanyu: "Why do you think so?"

"I always feel that you are too comfortable dealing with those girls, even when they talk to you after class, and the monitor just now... we are partners, right? Teach me a few tricks!"

He pretended to be pitiful.

But his words also caused waves in Sifeng Yuanyou's heart, because his casual words just hit the truth:

"Maybe this is talent. Some people are embarrassed and speechless in front of the girl they like, but some people are just the opposite."

"Talent! Is there no other way?"

Tian Shan pondered in distress, walked alone, and slowly returned to his seat.

"love letter?"

"Has he received a love letter?"

"Is it from our class?"

"Are you one step slower? Don't agree!"

"I definitely won't accept it!"

"Sifengyuan is still the same, always so popular!"

Various ideas with different meanings were mixed in the whispers of the crowd.

……

How should I deal with this love letter?

Yuu Sifeng looked at the love letter in his hand. It was covered with a light cherry pink color, full of pink sweetness, and with the heart-shaped stickers on the seal, people could tell it was written by a girl at a glance.

Carefully opening the envelope, he took out the pink letter paper inside and read it silently.

Yours sincerely, Sifengyuan

if possible

Can we go under the cherry tree behind the gymnasium after school today?

I have something to tell you

I will always be waiting for you!

Be there or be square.

The content of the letter was not long, and it was not signed. Judging from the content, it seemed that an ordinary girl wanted to confess to herself.

However, Yuu Sifeng seems to have guessed something.

"It's Qianyu Qianxue..."

This letter cannot be seen by Xizi.

Fortunately, Xizi didn't seem to be at school today.

Yuu Sifengin was slightly relieved.

When two women meet, they don't know what will happen, so it's probably not a good thing.

"Try not to let them meet...If you don't meet, you can pretend you don't know...That's the only way."

No one wants to share their love with others.

Yuu Sifengyuan naturally knew this.

It's just that this is the price of playing hard.

Behind the stadium, under the cherry tree.

When the cherry blossom trees outside the school were dripping with tears in the gentle wind and drizzle, the cherry blossoms inside the school were hanging on the branches infatuatedly, never saying goodbye for a long time.

Steady footsteps broke the tranquility here.

The sound of the leaves whirling in the wind, coupled with the rhythmic footsteps, merged into a green love song. Walking slowly, as the surrounding scenery draws closer, you can see a slender figure, followed by The wind swayed under the cherry tree.

Just looking at the figure is enough to make people feel infinitely affectionate, and when Sifeng Yuanyou took a closer look, it was even more stunning, which made him amazed.

A head of black and green hair, fluttering in the wind, with the smell of rosemary, relying on the freshness of mint, for her clear figure, for her watery face, for her sweet smile.

The afterglow of the setting sun swayed on her face, and her fair cheeks seemed to be flushed.The sultry eyelashes fluttered up and down like butterfly wings, unable to cover her juicy eyes.

With graceful steps, the girl walked up to Yuu Sifengin with obvious tension.

"Mr. Sifengyuan, I am very happy that you can come here."

"I thought you wouldn't come?"

Opposite Qianyu Qianxue, Sifengin Yuu smiled, this smile was a bit helpless.

"You already know...don't give up yet?"

"Actually, Lord Sifengyuan did that on purpose, right?"

"That's what I said on purpose, I want to disappoint myself and leave... But what if I don't want to?"

"I want to convey this heart."

In the girl's serious eyes, only the figure of Yuu Sifeng was reflected.

Chapter 180 Pretending Not to Know

"Please, go out with me."

Qianyu Qianxue was shy, but still frankly said this long-buried heart.

In her eyes as deep as the surface of a lake, all her thoughts are condensed.

Shyness, courage, and nervousness... This heavy heart was truly conveyed to Yuu Sifeng's heart.

Yuu Sifengin lowered his head slightly, avoiding the overly fiery gaze.

There is a vague sense of prying around, probably curious students.

"Well, if you don't mind...I accept your request."

Strictly speaking, this was the first time Sifeng Yuanyu accepted such a formal confession.

Past experience was completely useless, and even he himself felt very clumsy.

"Then, please take care of me!"

On Qianyu Qianxue's delicate and sweet face, there was a smile like a cherry blossom blooming.

"Well, please take care of me in the future."

Reaching out and holding the girl's slender hand, Yuu Sifeng felt that he was holding the spring.

The cherry blossoms fell quietly beside the two, and the sound of pink and white petals falling to the ground was clearly audible, and they could vaguely hear each other's violent heartbeats.

"From now on, I can call you Qianxue directly."

"You can call me by my first name too."

on the corridor.

A few small heads squeezed in the corner and poked out quietly.

Looking at the figures next to each other under the cherry blossom trees, almost embracing each other, they couldn't help holding their breath.

"Look, the president is going to kiss me!"

A girl cried out excitedly.

"Big news! Big news! I must take a picture of it, a historic scene!"

Her voice got a little louder, startling the corridor behind her.

Immediately, there was a lot of complaints.

"Sakurai-chan, keep your voice down! Keep your voice down!"

"That's right! You're so excited!"

Sakurauchi Misora, a member of the third news agency, looks pure and lovely, a cute girl who aims to become a professional reporter.

As always, she is immersed in the pursuit of big news.

Ignoring all the complaining voices behind her, she took out a small palm-sized video camera from under her skirt, and shot straight ahead.

"Great...hehe...haha...the headline next month will be me, Sakurauchi Misora!"

"Sakurai! Where did you hide the camera ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The friends who were close at hand were all shocked.

"Just now in the locker room, I clearly watched you change your clothes! How did you hide it!"

The expressions of the other girls gradually became menacing:

"Sakurai-chan... You won't be filming in the dressing room, will you? Must be filming?"

"Our swimsuit... you must have taken a picture!"

"Hey hey hey, oops...don't scratch it!"

At this moment, Sakurauchi Misora ​​looked over in panic, and was dragged down by Wuliu's hands.

"Sakurai-chan, give us a good reflection!"

"That is to say... she must be seated and write a [-]-word self-criticism!"

"No...my headline...my big news..."

Sakurauchi Misora's cute little face shed tears of sadness, and then was dragged into the distance bit by bit weakly.

The voices of angry commune members could also be heard in the corridor.

"It's getting worse and worse!"

"That's right! Fine her not to touch the press release for a month!"

"No, no, no! I was wrong—"

The noise of the girls' fighting gradually faded away.

At the end of the corridor, a girl in a black sailor suit with a red bow on her chest stood gently in the corner.

A cool wind blew over, and her long hair fluttered. When she raised her eyes, there seemed to be frost on her pretty face.

"Yu..."

She clutched her chest, feeling a faint pain.

Although not the first time I know this.

Before that, she already knew the existence of other girls.

At that time, I was vaguely reminded once...

But it still hurts to see it with your own eyes.

A tingling sensation came to my heart one after another.

"Why did you bring it to me?"

"Is this jealousy... What an ugly feeling..."

Tasting the pain silently, the black-haired girl stared deeply at the two people who were making an agreement under the cherry blossom tree, then flicked her long hair, turned and left.

In any case, rushing out to question at this time is the worst policy.

The black-haired girl resisted the distress in her chest, left silently, and chose to lick the wound alone.