The sunlight shone deeply and shallow along the curtains on the light brown wooden floor, the golden light penetrated through the glass windows and prepared to attack the sleeping villain in the warm bed, and the loyal guards of the curtains resisted the surprise of the morning light, but they were still broken through by a small wisp of naughty gangsters, and fell on the pillow of the dreamer, disturbing the sweet dreams of others.

The next morning, when Hashimoto and Fukagawa got up, they only saw sliced bread and milk prepared on the table, and there was no Hoshimi at home. A sticky note was pressed under the plate on the table, reminding the two of them not to forget to take away the side dishes and strawberries that had been divided in the refrigerator when they left. The clothes that the two of them changed yesterday had also been folded and placed on the clothes frame of the balcony.

Mai Fukagawa looked at the sticky notes repeating the puzzled expression that appeared most frequently last night, looked at Hashimoto who was smiling on the side, and finally couldn't help asking, "Did you make the little guy angry yesterday?" Today it suddenly became so well-behaved again. ”

Hashimoto glanced down at the dining table, hooked the corners of his mouth, and defended Hoshimi: "She has always been very well-behaved. Remembering yesterday's incident when Fukagawa was worried about whether Hoshimi had become stubborn because his mother was too busy and secretly emailed her, Hashimoto's smile became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help but add: "It's just that my luck is not very good, and it's easy to be misunderstood by my sister." ”

After speaking, looking at Fukagawa's round eyes and no longer explaining, he pulled out a chair and sat down, patted the chair and motioned for Mai Fukagawa to enjoy breakfast together.

"But where is she going so early?" Fukagawa was still a little worried, turned around and went back to the guest room with his mobile phone back to the restaurant, but as soon as he turned on his phone, he found an unread message from Hoshimi: Good morning, there is something wrong at school, so I can only go out by myself this morning. Don't worry, the dance class may not be in time, please Maimai help me ask for leave. Finally, I hope that yesterday's rest will be good.

"Went to school." Mai Fukagawa closed the phone and put it aside, and explained to Hashimoto beside her with confidence.

"I wasn't worried, and she was really well-behaved. Yesterday was just because, because I messed with the children. Hashimoto looked at the various jams on the table that were just lightly buttoned and the milk that was still warm in his hands, a soft light flashed from his eyes, and the back of the ointment was sticky with a trace of coolness, tilting his head and looking at Fukagawa with a smile, and his tone was extremely serious.

"That's good." Fukagawa took a bite of bread with confidence, and easily glanced at the huge apartment of the Hoshimi family, but swallowed the words when they reached their mouths.

Keenly feeling Fukagawa's strange demeanor just now, Hashimoto was a little puzzled, and he suddenly reacted after learning to glance at Fukagawa, "I finally know why Maimai is so worried." It's okay, trust her. Hashimoto said in a suppressed voice, as if he suddenly realized the reason why Hoshimi was so serious and a little angry yesterday.

"What?" Fukagawa didn't react for a moment.

Maimai noticed that there were only traces of women living in the house. Miho has never said anything about her father, but she can feel that she doesn't seem to care that much about this, and she is a very sensible daughter. A hint of loss crossed Hashimoto's eyes, which Fukagawa accurately captured.

"Nana Min is also a very good daughter.,Maybe I reacted too much.,Yesterday's miho was a bit abnormal.,Plus I was told by my agent to pay too much attention to miho or something like that.,It's a bit overreacting.。 But about my father, I just realized that I just wanted to be careful not to mention some topics in front of Miho in the future. Fukagawa's voice was soft and soft, but it unexpectedly smoothed Hashimoto's uneasy and anxious mood.

"It's maimai."

"Huh?"

"It's very gentle." Hashimoto took a hard bite of bread, and the bulging bun face made the usual big sister look cute.

"Miho is also a very gentle person, everyone is. I don't know if Miho is at school now. Mai Fukagawa glanced up at the wall clock on the wall, it was exactly eight o'clock.

The clear ringing of the clock at eight o'clock in the morning will not be postponed by the arrival of the weekend, and Hoshimi has just driven into the school gate on his bicycle, and the quiet campus on the weekend will reverberate with the bell that rings on time. Hoshimi looked up in the direction of the classroom as she passed the school building, the window next to her seat was already half-open, and she figured that only the good old man would come so early on the weekend of catching up on sleep.

Sure enough, when she pushed the door and walked into the classroom, only Bai Shangxue Ye arrived in the classroom early, lying in front of the blackboard and scribbling the main content of today's tutoring. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Shirakami Yukiha watched Hoshimi walk in from behind with the sports satchel he used to practice dance, and stared at her with some surprise.

"Shirakami-san, I know I'm beautiful, you don't have to keep staring at me." Hoshimi raised his eyebrows and looked at each other, his long hair falling next to his face, covering his ears that began to get hot.

Hoshimi pulled away her chair and sat down, her regular clothes shining brighter than usual, she slouched her legs down the aisle, leaned over and placed a stack of books tucked into a drawer and a black pen lying alone on the table with a click.

"Look! Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman doing her homework on a weekend morning? After Hoshimi finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head, her fingers turned the pages vigorously, and the wind outside the window blew away her bangs hanging in front of her eyes as if against her, revealing her crimson cheeks.

"I thought you would come back, but I didn't expect you to come back."

"Where are you saying tongue twisters? Is this what today's tuition is about? What about the rest? This is for whom to make up the lesson, not yet. Hoshimi shook his hand and looked at the empty classroom with some anger.

"It was supposed to be 8:40, and now there is still half an hour."

"Then you tell me eight-ten!"

"That's because you can come and see the tutoring content that the teacher has drawn out in advance, and it will be easier to explain it to others later."

Hoshimi didn't want to continue to deal with Shirakami, so he silently turned his head out the window to look at the dead branches swaying in the wind, and the black pen turned back and forth between his fingers.

"Why did Hoshimi-san say yesterday that I didn't make any progress?" By the time Hoshimi heard the voice and came back to his senses, Shirakami Yukiha had already walked straight up to her and sat on the chair in front of her.

"I just didn't expect the class president to be so idle, do you care so much about every classmate?" Hoshimi didn't mean to joke at all, and looked directly at Shirakami Yukiba quite seriously.

"Because I was chosen by everyone, I should be responsible for everyone's trust. I remember that during the election, Hoshimi-san also voted for me. "The most surprising thing about Shirakami Yukiha is this, obviously he usually divides the two dark corners of the classroom with a cold face, but he doesn't give an inch in his duties.

"I just think that someone like you is really suitable to be a squad leader." Hoshimi glanced at Shirakami and turned his head a little awkwardly and didn't continue to look at each other.

"Thanks for the affirmation. But why do Hoshimi-san think I'm idle? As if after calming down, Shirakami slowly turned back and continued to look at her.

Hoshimi didn't answer, pursed his lips, glanced at her lightly, silently lowered his head and looked back at the spread out workbook, easily checking the answers.

"Why?" Undeterred, Shirakami Yukiha looked at Hoshimi seriously and forced her to look up, repeating it again.