Asuka Saito was lying on her side on the bed, and when she heard footsteps coming from the door, she quickly shrank into the bed, and the mobile phone she had held in her hand was quickly tucked under the pillow.

Asuka's mother held the doorknob and gently pushed open a small crack, and through the crack, all she could see was the appearance of Asuka Saito obediently burying her face in the quilt and sleeping soundly. Mother Asuka tiptoed to the side of the bed, gently helped her daughter tuck the quilt corner, and swept the afterglow to the blue square corner exposed under the pillow, the small half of the square corner seemed to be more attractive than her daughter Asuka's lovely sleeping face at this time, attracting Asuka's mother to carefully lower her body and take a few more looks.

Looking at the corner of the blue omamori, Asuka's mother shook her head amusedly, and she suddenly remembered the way Asuka Saito had gone over the wall and found the small box when she came home with the omamori that evening. She had expected Asuka to simply hang the omamori on the strap of her backpack, or find a box to put inside. Later, although she never saw the figure of the blue guardian again, she never expected that her daughter would press the small amulet under the pillow.

Mother Asuka smiled and exited the room and closed the door gently. Standing in the corridor, Asuka's mother couldn't help but sigh: "The relationship is so good, it seems that Asuka also has cherished friends in the group." ”

In the dark bedroom, Asuka Saito, who was originally just pretending to be asleep, finally couldn't bear it after closing his eyes because of the busy idol activities of this day, and fell into a deep sleep, his fingers skillfully pressed lightly on the blue omamori, touching the gold-rimmed pattern embroidered on the omamori.

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Ikuta Erika came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, her wet hair on both sides, but she was anxious and didn't deal with her hair immediately. Ikuta walked quickly to the clothes basket, the mobile phone information light finally flashed white, Ikuta hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, but unfortunately the corners of his mouth drooped down again in the next second, "Xingjian is not stepping!" ”

As Ikuta wished, a dialog box popped up on the screen of the phone, but unfortunately it only left a dry sentence: Good night.

Ikuta angrily pokes at Hoshimi's avatar frame, as if to put a small stamp on the other party's bright smile, and just as Ikuta is about to edit a reply email expressing her anger, she unexpectedly discovers that there is also an unread email from Hoshimi.

Ikuta clicked on the email with a straight face, "Congratulations on being selected, and allow the villain to use the afternoon pudding as a congratulatory gift from Ikuta-sama." I was taken aback by the missed calls on the mobile phone screen, and I could only learn from Hana to say a word, worthy of Miss Ikuta, and even the aristocratic spirit of perseverance can be reflected in dialing the phone! Merry Christmas in advance. ’

After reading it, Ikuta finally let the corners of his mouth slowly rise, gently picked up the mobile phone, carefully took out the key ring that he had almost forgotten from the pocket of his clothes, and put the key to the small white piano and the mobile phone on the clean table, Ikuta returned to the bathroom and blew his hair safely, ready to meet tonight's sweet dream.

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In previous years, Christmas had little to do with Hoshimi, but Hoshimi thought that this year would be even more so, especially when he was forced to run around cram school, wind club, and Nogizaka-related activities, like a human-shaped spinning top being whipped and spun between seemingly unrelated places by external forces.

But this year really gave her an unexpected surprise. Because at the moment when it was filled with festive atmosphere, Hoshimi was forced to face the failure of the debut single selection. But what is even more uncomfortable is probably that she was ruthlessly woken up when she finally fell asleep on the floor, but unfortunately the person who woke her was still nestled in the quilt with her eyes closed and her head sobbing quietly, and she could only open her eyes in despair, pretending to be asleep peacefully.

Hoshimi turned his head to look at the window, the curtains were not blown, they hung there lifelessly, the moonlight seemed active, dyeing the blurred patterns on the curtains with silver light, and the blurred silver patterns were randomly dotted on the dark curtain cloth, suddenly a bit like a virtual starry sky. Hoshimi slowed his breathing, turned his head to look at Nakamoto, who had already fallen asleep, and felt the sobs in the other party's already suppressed dream become quieter and quieter, and gradually disappeared into the quiet room. Hoshimi turned her head again, half-squinting and looking back at the curtain, and now she felt more and more that the picture on the curtain was like a starry sky.

The tired eyes gradually closed under the weight of the curtains, and the stars stained by the silver moonlight finally fell into Hoshimi's eyes, and fell into the dream with her, lighting up the shadows in another place.

The next day, when Nakato Hiyaka woke up, there was a bed of bedding neatly stacked next to the bed, and she didn't react when she was half-asleep and half-awake, and when she rubbed her eyes in confusion, she remembered that Xingjian Weibu had temporarily stayed overnight last night. Zhongyuan hurriedly got up, knelt on the bed and looked around, except for the neatly folded quilt and the familiar black mobile phone on the desk, there was no trace of confirmation that Hoshimi had come.

"Mom! What about Miho? Nakamoto ran barefoot to the living room, and his mother was already busy in the kitchen, saying good morning to Nakamoto quietly in the steaming morning.

"Weibu-chan has already gotten up." Zhongyuan's mother turned around and glanced at Ri Yaxiang funny, and silently stepped back half a step back and teased her: "It's not like some little lazy insects, who don't get up until the sun is sunburning." ”

"Good morning, Hi Ya Xiang." Hoshimi walked out from behind Nakamoto's mother with a small plate, and placed the steaming plate on the dining table, the corners of his mouth smiling, and the corners of his eyes faintly dyed a circle of blue. Xingjian saw Zhongyuan's sleepy eyes, and couldn't help but tease: "Did you sleep well?" ”

"Well, it's fine." Zhongyuan subconsciously responded, "Miho sleeps like this. ”

"It's good, it seems like a lullaby sound in my dreams." Hoshimi wrinkled his nose and walked to Zhongyuan's side, looking at Zhongyuan's sloppy eyes and eyes that were still a little red and swollen, he couldn't help but grab her shoulders and push her to the bathroom from behind, "Hinaya Xiang will wash up first." Remember to put a cold towel on your eyes for three minutes before coming out, this is the miho magic that is not lost to the little princess beam, go for it. After speaking, Xingjian gently pushed his hands, sent Zhongyuan into the bathroom, and helped her close the door.

Hoshimi pinched his sore neck and walked to the living room, seeing that Nakamoto's mother had already put all the breakfast on the table, the two looked at each other and smiled and gestured. Suddenly, Hoshimi felt a blazing gaze coming from her back, and when she turned around, she saw Suzuka Nakamoto staring at her unwillingly, and goosebumps instantly began to spread on her back. The standard smile of facing the embarrassing scene immediately climbed up his cheeks, and after receiving an equally polite smile from Suzuka Nakamoto, Hoshimi immediately walked quickly into Hiyaka Nakamoto's room against the wall.

Closing the door, Hoshimi breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you angry when you get up?" Hoshimi couldn't help but shudder when he remembered the black rays emanating from Nakamoto Suzuka's side just now. Hoshimi walked over to the table, put his phone in his pocket, and turned around to see slippers placed side by side at the foot of the bed. She silently bent down to pick up her shoes, and when she walked to the door, she took a secret breath, and then stubbornly faced the snooping eyes of Suzuka Nakamoto, who was sitting at the dining table, and silently placed her shoes outside the bathroom door that was still closed, and then dragged her steps to the seat farthest from Suzuka Nakamoto.

"Suzuka wakes up a little late today, so she usually gets up to help. Today is the breakfast that Mibu-chan made for me. As soon as Nakamoto's mother finished speaking, Hoshimi, who had just stuffed a mouthful of his cheeks puffed out earlier, instantly felt a sudden increase in his gaze, carefully picked up the milk in front of him and took a sip, swallowing the food that almost choked in his throat.

"Good morning, Suzuka."

"Good morning, Hi Ya Xiang."

After hearing Hinoha's voice, Hoshimi instantly relaxed, but as the next second, the seat next to Hoshimi was pulled away by Hinaya, and his gaze was like a sharp blade once again staring at Hoshimi's throat with a cold light, and he was finally choked.