Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

[Mr. Troll, see you tomorrow! ]

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Chapter 119: One step further, the three-person cohabitation incident (Part )

Watanabe Yu remembers very clearly that there is a famous line in the movie "Forrest Gump" that runs through film history.

——Life is like a box of chocolates. You can never guess what the next one will taste like.

But he had no idea before going to bed last night that this sentence would happen to him 11 hours later, at 10 o'clock in the morning of the next day.

Looking at the TV program with weather forecast in front of him, Watanabe Yu, who was sitting on the sofa, retracted his gaze and looked beside him.

The Saint Lady was sitting less than thirty centimeters away from him, and Hamabe Ryoko was sitting on the single sofa next to the long sofa.

At this moment, their eyes met.

It might be his illusion, or it might be that the quality of the sofa was not good. Anyway, he felt that the long sofa, which was quite comfortable yesterday, was suddenly not so comfortable anymore, and even a little uncomfortable.

How uncomfortable was it? It was so uncomfortable that he couldn't help but want to sit somewhere else.

For example, the study room on the second floor.

"Shall we start by introducing ourselves briefly?"

Amemiya Ayana blinked and her eyes fell on Hamabe Ryoko's face.

Ever since she learned about the existence of Hamabe Ryoko, she has been collecting and investigating information about this girl. Through text and picture records, she has already had a general understanding of the neighbors of this troll.

To be honest, she personally admires Hamabe Ryoko more.

After experiencing such a change, the latter did not give up on himself. Instead, he relied on his tenacious perseverance and persistence, and has come to where he is today.

Except for the time when Hamabe Ryoko's grandmother was hospitalized for surgery, this girl, who was only one year older than her, could be said to have held up the sky by herself.

"Ah."

Hamabe Ryoko nodded somewhat awkwardly, and her hands on her legs unconsciously closed together with her fingertips crossed.

Before officially meeting Amamiya Ayana, or to be more precise, after learning that she was going to meet her at seven o'clock this morning, she had been hypnotizing herself.

She kept telling herself that in the invisible war of love, she now had a great advantage and should be confident and generous, and did not need to be afraid of any opponent.

And she firmly believed this until the moment she opened the door and saw the Saint Lady.

But when she actually saw the real person, all her self-suggestions suddenly turned into summer bubbles and were easily punctured with a "pu".

In terms of appearance alone, she believed that she was not inferior to the other party, but the indifferent, noble and elegant temperament of the Saint Miss could be said to have completely crushed her.

It's like the difference between Cinderella without a twist and the orthodox princess in a fairy tale.

The radiance in those bright eyes was so dazzling that even she, a woman, found it unusually dazzling.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Saint Lady is a one-to-one replica of the rich daughter from the movie.

She is far from being a Cinderella.

"Amamiya Ayana, Yuu's...good friend."

Amemiya Ayana considered her words, turned her head and looked at Watanabe Yu meaningfully.

To be honest, she was a little surprised when she saw that the person who opened the door was Hamabe Ryoko, but she was not that surprised.

After all, she was still thinking about it until she went to bed last night. Mr. Troll had moved away, so his neighbor, given his temper, would definitely do something.

However, when it comes to implementation, she personally feels that it is too quick to draw a conclusion on what Hamabe Ryoko will do specifically.

For now, her estimate is correct.

The only thing was that she was quite curious, or rather, she couldn't figure it out.

What reason or "excuse" did Hamabe Ryoko use to let Mr. Troll take her in?

You know, she had acted without authorization and only then allowed Mr. Troll to 'take her in'.

"Hamabe Ryoko, Yuu is currently my landlord."

Hamabe Ryoko lowered her eyes and briefly introduced herself.

But as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

She suddenly realized that she shouldn't have said the second half of her sentence like that.

Or to put it more directly, she shouldn't have said the following sentence.

Something like this, once she took the initiative to bring it up, in other words, she was expressing the relationship between her and him in a very childish way.

Such "childish" remarks were extremely fatal in the conversation with Amamiya Ayana.

This will reflect one thing very intuitively.

——She was not confident enough when facing Ayana Amamiya.

"I've heard about his name for a long time."

Amemiya Ayana showed a very friendly smile.

She didn't care at all about the second half of Hamabe Ryoko's words.

"I often hear You mention you."

The Saint Lady blinked and brought up a new topic in a gentle tone.

"Have it?"

"some."

"So, what did he say about me?"

There was a hint of curiosity in Hamabe Ryoko's eyes.

At the same time, she quickly adjusted her emotions.

The slip of the tongue just now was like a curse, constantly echoing in her head.

If she hadn't realized her slip of the tongue, she might not have felt so bad.

In other words, Amamiya Ayana's reaction, which was exactly what she expected, made her emotions fluctuate suddenly. According to her expectations, the rhythm of their conversation should not be like this.

"He said you are an excellent girl, independent, gentle, thoughtful, smart, generous, and considerate."

Amamiya Ayana sincerely told a lie.

Although Watanabe Yu mentioned Hamabe Ryoko during his conversation with her, he never praised the latter like this.

"To be honest, I'm a little jealous. He's never praised me like this before."

The Saint Lady pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and looked a little jealous.

Based on the previous confrontation, she had already determined that Hamabe Ryoko was not worthy of being her enemy.

That is not an enemy. From another perspective, it can be a friend.

Words like this that bring people closer together are very necessary.

She is not at Chengnan Private High School now, but Hamabe Ryoko's appearance is enough to keep away most girls who covet Mr. Troll.

There is no reason not to use a natural barrier.

Furthermore, even if the worst-case scenario were to occur, Hamabe Ryoko's personality and the state she was in would not threaten her position in Mr. Troll's heart.

"There's nothing."

Ryoko Hamabe shook her head modestly, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

Her short black hair swayed gently with her movements.

"Whenever he mentions you, his tone will unconsciously soften, and he always calls you Saint Lady."

She let out a long breath, with a hint of envy in her tone.

She paid attention to these details and was deeply impressed.

I should say something that I shouldn't say, but when she saw the corners of Yu's mouth raised when she mentioned the Saint Lady, her heart felt like the lemon sparkling water in summer, bubbling with sourness.

"Have it?"

Amemiya Ayana turned her head and looked at Watanabe Yu.

Just in time, the sunlight that came into the room fell on her.

Under the reflection of the sunlight that slanted into the room, her fair and pink skin seemed to be covered with a layer of white light, and her already outstanding face was rendered even more delicate and pretty.

"What do you think?"

Watanabe Yu threw the conversation back to her.

"I think?"

Amamiya Rinna raised her eyes and thought for a moment, "I think there should be some, this is chatting with a beautiful girl, any boy should be in a good mood, not to mention that Mr. Troll and the Saint in Distress have a bond, what do you think?"

"Oh no, you guessed it right."

"You think so."

Amamiya Ayana snorted childishly, then turned her gaze and looked at Hamabe Ryoko again, "Excuse me, I am actually quite childish in private."

"There's nothing funny about this."

Hamabe Ryoko waved her hands, but her mood unconsciously became worse.

"That's normal."

She managed a slight chuckle.

"Speaking of which, are there any girls who pass love letters to You at school?"

The Saint Lady changed the subject and naturally brought the topic to the point that she was more concerned about.

"Yes, more than once or twice."

Hamabe Ryoko put away her forced smile and answered Amamiya Ayana's question honestly.

She could feel that Rinna Amamiya had no hostility towards her.

But it was precisely this natural state that made her feel indescribably uncomfortable.

The most intuitive manifestation is that the initiative of the topic is always on Amamiya Ayana's side, and she can never exert any influence.

"So, among those who sent love letters, are there any particularly beautiful girls?"

The Saint Lady blinked, looking full of gossip.

"What do you mean by particularly beautiful?"

Hamabe Ryoko asked.

"Just like Hamabe-san...can I call you that?"

Amamiya Ayana looked at her, with a questioning tone in her voice.

"of course can."

Hamabe Ryoko nodded.

"She's a beautiful girl just like you, Hamabe-san."

Amemiya Ayana revealed the following story that she had not finished talking about just now.

"Among those who delivered love letters, none."

Hamabe Ryoko shook her head.

But there are those who confessed in person.

She added silently in her heart.

But she would never say that.