What a faux pas... My childhood sweetheart actually didn't like me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I can't believe it.,Say it will be laughed out of the big teeth.,In the 21st century, when the children in this kindergarten secretly made a lifelong decision even if they said goodbye for ten years, the old love will be rekindled.,I was actually disdained by my childhood sweetheart who got along day and night.。

Of course,I'm not saying that I have any undivided intentions for my childhood sweetheart.,It's just a common-sense question to discuss with you.,Why is my childhood sweetheart different from someone else's?

I am an ordinary and ordinary new student in the high school of Aikawa Private School, with excellent grades, all-round sports, beautiful appearance, and popularity... What nature has nothing to do with me, I'm just a very ordinary member of the very ordinary high school students.

Although the formulaic beginning of saying that I am very ordinary or something will make people feel like the light novels of ten years ago are old-fashioned, but I am really just an ordinary person without the slightest personal characteristics in the eyes of others.

The ordinary me wasted the first half of my youth in a daze, and inexplicably stepped into the door of high school.

I don't have a pair of dead fish eyes in the comics who stare at who is pregnant, I don't want to enter a weird club to find friends in high school, I am not a marginal teenager who has no popularity in the country, and I haven't experienced the bitterness and hatred of squatting in the toilet and nibbling bread alone at noon, and of course I don't want to change my face at the beginning of high school to make my classmates look back and smile.

Ordinary me, ordinary life, ordinary school, ordinary school.

I waved my sleeves to say goodbye to the second year of middle school, and I was an ordinary middle school graduate who had one or two sworn friends who ate and drank together and graduated with ordinary grades.

Speaking of which, today is the first day of high school, and all the teachers and students of the school gathered in the gymnasium. While I was still half-asleep, Mr. Principal, who was extremely smart, had already finished his declaration of the beginning of the school year.

And in that cookie-cutter manifesto, Mr. Principal repeatedly emphasized the importance of sailor uniforms and the serious issue of having to wear school uniforms every day, which makes people have to guess that he is actually a perverted sailor uniform who has realized his life ideals, after all, the uniforms of our school girls have to be applauded, and I never hesitate to speculate on others with the most malicious intentions.

The boys were on the left, the girls were on the right, and we lined up and left in order according to the pre-divided classes.

One year F class, this is my class. There are thirty people in all, and if there are no accidents, I will spend a year with these thirty men and women of all kinds, which may be worth remembering, and perhaps passing away.

The so-called friendship of classmates ended there, and it is not surprising that even if they meet on the road, they will only nod their heads and pass by.

In this way, the childhood sweetheart, who has been inseparable from almost the first day of his life, can firmly maintain the relationship between friends for so many years, which can be regarded as a good story.

Having said that, with such a bad fate, no matter according to the documents of which era or the national traditions of which country, we should be a destined couple.

We have spent so many years together peacefully, and we who know each other's likes and dislikes better than each other, have every opportunity for upward development.

However, my childhood sweetheart doesn't like me! It's not a funny gimmick that can be easily fooled around.

The so-called getting along day and night for a long time and falling in love or something is probably just a deceptive lie, and the person who can say this kind of thing must be a theoretical school behind closed doors.

However, this kind of thing has no effect on me at all, because I have never had any illusions about my childhood sweetheart.

"Hey, the front, your shoelace is off."

As I sat upright in my seat and contemplated life, from behind came the undulating words that sounded like a knife carved on a stone slab.

"Oh, got it."

Honest, trustworthy, benevolent, and friendly, I easily believed the above statement by pushing myself and others. But the cruel reality of society taught me a vivid and interesting lesson - when I pouted my ass to check the shoelaces, the chrysanthemum actually sent me an urgent signal that a foreign object had invaded.

I turned my head, put on a dead face, stared at the bastard who was unprepared and hit my own formation, and asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Cut~"

The disdain that doesn't matter if there is or doesn't matter, comes from the mouth of a woman who is still unwavering even if the world is about to end, and she retracts her heinous index finger like a fairy... The posture is graceful, as if dancing ballet.

"Did you just go in this little distance before you were discovered?"

Her burgundy and indifferent eyes could not hold anything else but herself, and no one in her eyes was praising her.

"Do you think my ass is a sunflower?"

"Tsk."

In the face of my rage, she only responded in the posture of an old monk sitting in meditation as immobile as a mountain, as cold as frost:

"Though your clichés are ironclad and boring and lacking in novelty, and indiscriminate and useless......"

"Can you say what you want to say without changing the subject, correctly and in a language that I can understand?"

I interrupted her inexplicable speech, hoping that she would let me go. Her eyes wandered, as if she was watching the clouds roll and Shu's eyes turned slightly to my side, and glanced at me with more disdain than looking at maggots out of the corner of her eye.

Open your lips:

"I haven't seen my temper grow for a few days, isn't it true that my eighty-eight consecutive red dust bounded three thousand reincarnations in the heavens and the earth and the infinite spiral super tiger king divine fist haven't let you get the lesson you deserve?"

"When did I get taught a lesson by your eighty-eight consecutive red dust bounded three thousand reincarnations in the heavens and the earth, the infinite spiral super tiger king divine fist, hey! In other words, are you sure that this Red Dust Bounded Three Thousand Reincarnations Heaven and Ground Infinite Spiral Super Tiger King Divine Fist is really not the name you came up with temporarily? ”

"Hey, did you find out? Since you remember my stunt, the red dust is bounded... Belch... What..."

"Red Dust is bounded, three thousand reincarnations, infinite spirals in the heavens and underground, Super Tiger King Divine Fist."

You can't even memorize your own stunts, hey!

"Well, yes, it's the Red Dust Boundary, the Three Thousand Reincarnation Heaven and Earth, the Infinite Spiral Super Tiger King Divine Fist, then I'll give you a chance to face yourself."

"What chance?"

She ignored me, just her eyes flickering from side to side and looking around, like a king looking at his own territory.

However, this woman never does meaningless things, and her every move is full of meaning.

She said: "Anyway, barely an acquaintance, I would like to remind you that if you don't want to be a bare-bottomed monkey in the zoo, spend 90 percent of your hair and want to introduce yourself without knowing what to do." ”

"Why does a self-introduction cost me 90% of my hair?"

"You know what? Your life has gone into a gloomy and no better. ”