The day before the press conference, Professor Oda stopped me after class and asked me if it would be convenient for me to go with him to get the invitation letter for the autumn and winter press conference.

I gladly agreed and came to his office with Professor Oda.

"Zhinian suddenly decided to change the location, saying that a new invitation would be distributed, so it has been delayed until now." Professor Oda repeatedly apologized to me, "I'm really sorry. ”

I was frightened by his solemnity, and I shook my head hurriedly: "No, no, no, Professor Oda is serious. ”

He took out a white envelope sealed with fire paint from a drawer and handed it to me: "However, I explained to them that it was my student who was present on my behalf, so the name on the invitation has been changed." Please check it out. ”

I took the envelope, and on the front of the envelope was an eightfold evening cherry blossom that symbolized the Chinen Sookki brand.

"That's right." He handed me another knife, "Please use this to open it." ”

I thanked him, opened the seal with a knife, and the scent of cherry blossoms greeted me, and I took out the cherry red invitation in the envelope, in a flowing handwriting, with my name written on the first line.

I lost my mind for a moment, but I didn't forget where I was, and I quickly came back to my senses, and when I looked up, I saw Professor Oda looking at me with an inquiring gaze.

"Sir, it's my name." I say.

He nodded and said to me, "Please cherish this opportunity." ”

"Thank you, Professor Oda." I leaned over and stepped out of Professor Oda's office.

In the afternoon, I came out of the faculty building and walked through the cherry blossom path to work part-time at a café, and the sunlight was reflected on me through the gaps between the petals. At this time, I was greeted by my classmate Rena Igarashi, wearing a blue tulle dress, walking and swaying. As she approached, I couldn't help but glance at her dress a few more times.

She is a celebrity in the department, and when she started school, she went around claiming that she was the future princess of the Zhinian Shuxi Foundation, and most of the students in the academy came from wealthy families, but there are not many people like Reina Igarashi who wear private famous store customizations every day, not to mention, the Zhinian family has always been low-key, and it is indeed very possible to have a secret princess, and everyone almost believes it. But a month has passed, and no one has ever seen a famous car from the Zhinian family pick her up, and everyone has questioned Reina Igarashi's credit, and even thinks she has delusions. So even though this girl is excellent in all aspects, she is not well received.

I haven't had any contact with Reina Igarashi so far, and I can remember her partly because she's really famous, and partly because this girl's pattern-making skills are the best in the department.

She bowed her head and greeted me: "Gui'an, classmate Susu." ”

I greeted her: "Hello. ”

"What are you going to do in the afternoon when you don't have classes?" She asked me, and as she spoke, she brushed her hair around her ears to reveal the flower-shaped studs on her ears, which seemed to be made of coral stone, a faint blue, which matched her skirt very well.

"Part-time." I say.

She looked slightly surprised: "Are you so busy?" Su Su is working hard. I smiled politely, and she continued, "The new costume making room has been renovated and can be put into use from today, and there will be more homework in the future." ”

I nodded perfunctorily, thinking to myself when would I end the conversation with this ignorant classmate?

"But is it okay?" She was a little worried, "Su Su's work is so busy, it is easy to affect her studies." After speaking, he covered his mouth again, his face full of apologies, "I'm sorry, I was too abrupt." ”

I looked at her and thought of my roommate, Tomomi Nagasawa, and suddenly felt a little powerless.

I lifted my backpack up: "Igarashi ......"

I was interrupted by a ringing bell. She made an apologetic gesture and opened her bag to find her phone. It was a good opportunity, and I said, "So, I'll go first." ”

She had already gotten her phone and smiled sweetly at the display. I don't think she had time to pay attention to me, so she left on her own.

"Youyi-kun." Reina Igarashi's honey-like voice came from behind him, "Well, I got it." My classmates say that blue is very flattering to me! ”

Youyijun ......

I almost stopped, but no, I grabbed the straps of my backpack and walked away quickly.

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After this incident, I added Reina Igarashi-san to my list of "unwilling to come and go". As for the reason, I don't want to say, the only thing to reveal is the other person on this list, Tomomi Nagasawa, I hope you haven't forgotten my roommate.

On the day of the launch, I asked for leave from the café and started preparing early.

I chose a cut-out dress among my many creations. Peter Pan's collar is intricately layered, with white hollow petals as the base, and covered with a layer of pink and yellow tulle, which is simple and clear. I embroidered the hollowed-out petals by hand, a big project that took me nearly four months.

I followed the online tutorial to make long straight hair into micro-curls with paper towels, which is simple and effective, and the key is to save money. At the end, I carefully applied a layer of lip gloss to my lips in front of the mirror.

When I put on my high heels, there was a knock on the door. After two rings, the doorknob rang twice, and the people outside the door tried to come in directly, but unfortunately the door was locked by me. I opened the door with a blank face, and I was not surprised to see Tomomi Nagasawa wearing a miniskirt.

Tomomi Nagasawa made no secret of the amazement in her eyes: "It's so beautiful, S." She turned to the figure on the tatami mat and said, "Now, Reina-chan, what do you say?" ”

That's when I found out about Reina Igarashi wearing a long embroidered skirt in ivory white silk. She sat on her knees on the tatami mat, pouring black tea into a delicate porcelain cup, looked up at me, and smiled: "Isn't it?" ”

I didn't speak, just smiled.

Tomomi Nagasawa said, "Na, S, Reina-chan heard that you are also going to the press conference, so I came to pick you up with me." She said, "I can see Mr. Fujisawa then, so don't forget to help me bring my autograph back." ”

Reina Igarashi held the teacup and said angrily: "Yuichi-kun is a busy person, how can he have that time." ”

"That's not good, Reina-chan, did you start making excuses for him before he got married?"

"Ahh

"Ah, Rena-chan blushed. It's so cute, haha. ”

I held the doorknob and watched coldly, a nameless fire ignited in my heart, I gritted my teeth and held back, trying to make myself laugh like a flower, and I said, "Oh? Fujisawa-kun's signature? I'm sure I'll get you there. ”

The conversation and laughter stopped, and Tomomi Nagasawa blinked; "Really?"

I glanced at Reina Igarashi, who was mildly angry, and smiled even deeper: "What do you want to sign on?" ”

Tomomi Nagasawa propped up her small chin and thought, "That'...... Let's sign it on my favorite LV bag. She looked at me carefully, "The color is cherry blossom pink, which is right for you." S, I'll fetch it, you wait for me for a while. "After that, I'll go pick up the bag.

Reina Igarashi blushed, snorted coldly, put the teacup on the low table, and shouted at the bedroom: "Tomomei, I'm going back!" ”

Tomomi Nagasawa's vague voice came from the bedroom: "Wait a minute, Reina-chan...... Ah, found it. After a while, she trotted up to me with a cherry pink patent leather bag and asked, "How is it?" ”

"Not bad." That's true.

"Thank you." Tomomi Nagasawa's tone was brisk, "Now, you can carry this bag to the press conference." Before I could answer, she flashed into my bedroom, picked up my bag from the desk, turned around and said, "S, I'll help you put things in!" ”

Why is this person so annoying? I was about to stop when Reina Igarashi, who was sitting on the tatami mat just now, suddenly appeared next to me and called out my name.

I turned around and looked at Reina Igarashi's angry face, her makeup as delicate as the stitches of her long dress.

"Susu, huh?" She stared at me, "I remember you!" After saying that, he snorted coldly and slammed the door and left.

Tomomi Nagasawa walked out with her bag and she handed it to me. Asked, "She's gone?" ”

I nodded.

Nagasawa Tomomi showed a rare trace of contempt on her face, and she patted me on the shoulder: "She's the eldest lady's temper, don't care." Besides, I don't know who Mr. Fujisawa belongs to in the end. Finally, he gave me a meaningful look.

I immediately remembered the night Yuichi Fujisawa sent me back to school, and she stood in front of the windowsill and saw it. But how did she deduce that it was Reina Igarashi who sent me back from her fiancé?

While thinking, I greeted her at the same time: "It's not early, I'll go first." ”

"I'll ask you for the autograph." She smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to it!" ”

When she smiled, she squinted her eyes slightly, revealing a natural lying silkworm under her eyes. I said that Tomomi Nagasawa is a beauty, so this is a particularly beautiful smile. I was impressed by this smile, because when I was at the entrance of the press conference venue, rummaging through the LV bag in my hand and not finding the invitation, it was this smile that came to my eyes.

Named after "Memories", the final location of the press conference was finally set at Beiyuan High School, the middle school affiliated to Beiyuan College, nearly 40 minutes away from the high school, and on the way from the design department, I passed by the student center and received a copy of today's newspaper, and everyone who followed the event was speculating about the purpose of Yuichi Fujisawa's arrangement.

I read this part of the report word for word, and as I walked, I wondered if Yuichi Fujisawa would care about these reports as well, and what would he think of them? But maybe he didn't care.

I thought so, Beiyuan High School was already close in front of me, and the road leading to the press conference site had long been blocked, but fortunately, I had been prepared, came to investigate in advance, and found a shortcut. It was a straight, sandy path lined with decades-old plane trees, with benches to rest every few dozen steps. I crossed the trail and got to the press conference.

As luck would have it, when I was queuing up at the entrance on the second floor, there was only a couple of men and women in front of me, and it was my turn immediately.

The staff said respectfully: "Hello, please show your invitation letter." ”

It was then that I realized that there was no invitation in my bag, and I saw Tomomi Nagasawa's smile at that time.

Tomomi Nagasawa, she was the only one who had the opportunity to take my invitation at the time.

I closed my bag and glanced at the register in front of me, and was not surprised to see that my name was among them, and it was Sui Sue in Juanxiu's font.

Who else could it be but my best roommate who can't write Chinese?

"Miss." The etiquette asked me, "Is there anything I can do for you?" ”

"No, you don't." I withdrew from the line, "I'm sorry. I turned away absent-mindedly, but I didn't want to hit a hard human wall, and before I could recover from the scent of Givenchy's men's perfume, the other person had already taken the lead in holding me steady.

“Are you ok? Ma’am。 (Are you okay?) Lady. I looked up and saw that he was a blonde foreigner, with a thin face and a bit of a British actor, but he spoke standard American English.

I took two steps back and stood still: "I'm sorry." (I'm sorry)" I said, "Thank you." (Thank you.) ）”

“Don’t mention it。 (you're welcome.) He said.

“Steven，What Happened？ (Stephen, what's going on?) As he spoke, a tall foreign beauty with a Sassoon head came up and took his arm. She wore a loose chiffon print shirt and high-waisted wide-leg pants in retro blue, revealing her good figure. She looked at me as she spoke, and her face suddenly changed: "Chinen Yuki, Is that you?" (Is that you?) ）”

What the?!

She let go of the man's arm, walked closer to me, looked me closely, and asked me in Japanese, "Why did you want to come back?" ”

"Well, I'm sorry." I said, "I don't think we know each other." ”

She turned a deaf ear to my words and stared at me, "You shouldn't have come back!" You're going to kill him! ”

I didn't understand what the strange woman was saying, and I was more concerned that her actions had attracted the attention of the people around her, while her male companion just stood there and looked at her with a complicated expression, and just when I was at a loss, someone who looked like a reporter recognized the woman, and they leaned closer to this side, shouting her name: "Margaret Rose!" (Margaret Rose)"

It dawned on me that she was Margaret Rose. The former chief designer of a famous French brand, married the son of an oil tycoon surnamed Boating a few years ago, and took a back seat after marriage, mainly doing private customization. I heard that clothes are hard to find.

“Peggy。 (Margaret's nickname) "The man came and put his arm around her waist," Alex is waiting for us. (Alex is waiting for us.) He smiled apologetically at me, and I watched the two of them enter the arena in the flash.

Little did I know at this time that my intersection with this female designer would not end there. The only thing that worries me at this moment is that I can't get the invitation letter, and I have lost my qualification to enter.

You see, I spent most of my salary to buy high heels, and solemnly dressed myself up, just so that I could see the best of Yuichi Fujisawa on this day, but I didn't expect to not even see him. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a farce.

If a long-sighted reporter had written this paragraph of mine and published it in a small corner, the headline would probably be "Lost invitation, fans turned away from the venue", and it would have been better to have a photo of me watching the other guests enter. People who read the newspaper carefully will probably think that this stupid girl has not taken care of such an important thing. People who are so careful usually have a good heart, they don't laugh at me, they just sigh how sad I must be.

I was sad, but I turned away with a calm pace, I straightened my back, stepped on the soft red carpet, walked through the crowd of people with fragrant temples, and the well-uniformed security guard bent down to open the glass door for me, and I left.

Walking outside the door, my calmness just now was gone, I was not used to high heels, these roads were not easy, I took off these expensive and ill-fitting shoes, carried my bag and shoes together, and walked down the stairs barefoot.

Then, that loss and sadness came back to me.

Lost and saddened, my mind filled with Tomomi Nagasawa's smiling face. That girl was so nasty, so vicious, so beautiful, that I hated her, and I just wanted to get her out and beat her up viciously.

But I can't, I can't selfishly ruin the press conference of Zhinian Shuxi, even if it is not for Yuichi Fujisawa, I can't destroy the brand I like. Moreover, I'm also afraid, I'm afraid that Yuichi Fujisawa will see me so vicious and naïve, and he won't like such a girl.

I think this kind of self is terrible.

Walking dejectedly, I walked to the sycamore path that I passed when I came, walking barefoot on the fine sand, the soles of my feet would be stained with fine sand, I suddenly blessed my soul, and regarded the fine sand as Nagasawa Yumi, and every foot stepped on it heavily, and the resentment in my heart was somewhat relieved. And so, by the time I was about to get out of the trail, my feet were covered with sand.

And then the retribution for this bad taste of mine came at once.

As I was in my refreshment, I noticed a man sitting on a bench at the end of the trail. As it was getting dark, there were no pedestrians on the trail except for me, and when I looked down at my feet, I noticed the shoes of another pedestrian, a pair of handmade black leather shoes with exquisite workmanship. The streetlights of the trail lit up at this moment, and my gaze followed the man's slender legs all the way up, the same impeccable black suit, the slender neck, and finally fixed on the handsome face with closed eyes.

Yuichi Fujisawa turned out to be Yuichi Fujisawa.

In shock, my hand went out of force, and my bag and shoes fell on the sand.

The sound alarmed Yuichi Fujisawa, and he opened his eyes, and his gaze followed the sound and fell on me, with a little surprise, a little curiosity, a little teasing. Under the light, it is so soft.

I haven't forgotten how embarrassed I am now, but I can't hide.

He smiled and waved at me, as if he had met a close friend, or rather, a sloppy and mischievous little girl.

"Ah, it's you." He said.

What did those things count as before? I think my day, until this moment, was really bad.