Ten minutes later, Roman Christophe had curled up in Angela Fantacia's room, looking aggrieved.

"Angela, you judge me!" Roman straddled the small pale pink wooden chair and held the back of the chair in his arms, looking like a child who had been deceived.

"You deserve it!" Angela didn't even ask what it was, so she made such a judgment.

"You're just towards him, and you've never had any principles at all!"

"I can't blame you!"

There is also something strange about the way these two people talk, and neither of them is like their usual selves.

Just as Roman and Gray always turn into bickering, there is always a tendency for roles to switch between Roman and Angela.

When the two of them talk together, Roman always unconsciously takes off the butterfly-like coat of flowers and becomes simple and soft, while Angela is the opposite of the usually gentle little angel, suddenly becoming stern and mean.

It all started when Angela suddenly grew up and understood.

Angela was not yet ten years old when she first arrived at Fantasia's house, and Roman was several years older than her, and he was already an extraordinary and beautiful teenager. Little girls always have a crush on beautiful things, so Angela is not only clingy to her brother Gray, but also to Roman Christopher.

Roman is also good with Angela, much better than against Gray. But in his heart, Gray is the friend who grew up with him, the person who understands his music in the world, and Angela is Gray's sister, a little kid who takes him with him.

It was on the day Gray had his car accident that the little kid seemed to grow up overnight.

Roman also used to hate her, hating why she didn't be honest and had to rush to the middle of the road to chase some kitten and puppy. If it weren't for her, Gray wouldn't be what he is now!

But he also knew in his heart that he couldn't blame Angela, she was still a child who couldn't control herself, and she could only blame fate for being too cruel.

But little Angela, from that day on, her personality changed greatly and became like a mature little adult.

She vowed to start learning dance, and she did, and, very hard, for many years from there, not a single day of interruption.

She poured tea and water for Gray, did everything she could, and became very gentle and stoic, and revealed an almost rigid integrity.

Because of this, Angela later became unaccustomed to Roman's behavior of always attracting bees and butterflies outside.

"Roman, why can't you be serious about falling in love?" Angela solemnly admonished, "You are a liar every time you do this, and if you meet a really beloved good girl in the future, you will not get love!" ”

Roman felt that such words seemed ridiculous from the mouth of such a doll-like little person, and that such words were only said by parents and elders.

"You know, none of them are serious about me! Everyone is not serious, and they play with each other, so why not? Angela, life is short, and the beautiful youth is even shorter, and a child like you doesn't understand it at all! ”

"Roman Christopher, I look down on you!" Angela Fantacia said sternly.

Roman salivated and bought her a cloth doll and a variety of delicious snacks. This kind of little girl, just coax it. Moreover, he knew this little girl too well, even if she said tough things with a ruthless heart, her heart was softer than a piece of tofu.

Strange to say, since then, Roman's sincerity has only been said to Angela except for Gray. He didn't know how it was done, maybe he regarded her as a reliable tree hole, or maybe he was obsessed with the feeling of being scolded by her every time - deep in people's hearts, there will always be more or less suffering. Sadistic tendencies.

Perhaps Roman knew in his heart that no matter how angry Angela was, no matter how sharp and unkind she said, what she said and her emotions would always be true, completely different from those bewitching beauties outside.

Roman told the events of the past two days in detail, and the more Angela listened, the darker her face became, and finally she was so angry that she pointed at his nose and scolded.

"What have you done! Roman Christopher, aren't you the one who claims to know Gray the best in the world? You must have done it on purpose! ”

Is it intentional? Roman didn't know much either, he just felt that there was nothing wrong with his judgment.

I don't believe that Gray Fantasia has never had this kind of little black lace in his heart, if not, is he still a man?

If there is, with his temperament, he will never say it, it is better to be a good person to do it to the end and send the Buddha to the west.

These people are simply too hypocritical!

"Alright, please don't make any more trouble!" Angela said impatiently, "Leave the rest to me!" ”

On the same day, Angela took Shaida and went to the store she frequented.

"I'm sorry, Date, I was too careless!" Angela took Shaida's arm and said, "It doesn't matter what your habits were before, but now that you are a dancer, you must treat your body in the most scientific way!" ”

Shaida's face flushed, and she was at the mercy of the clerk introduced by Angela, carefully measured her size, and bought a few white cotton corsets.

Thinking of the small paper bag that she had thrown into the depths of the drawer and avoided like a femme fatale, Shaida felt a little at a loss.

He must have looked too rough, otherwise, he ...... How could he give himself this!

I must really can't stand it, I'm afraid, I still despise and hate myself!

Angela saw that her face was very unnatural, and she didn't know the bottom of her heart, so she hurriedly tried to explain.

"That thing...... I heard. Ida, that wasn't Gray's idea, it was Roman Christopher's doing! That man is a psychopath, you must ignore him! ”

Shaida nodded, but her heart was completely occupied by the small black hollow pattern, and she was completely powerless to think.

For the next few days, every time she put on the corset that Angela had chosen for her, Shaida would think about it, and she would subconsciously walk around Gray when she saw her. When he went to Gray's house to deliver milk at night, he was like a thief, and as soon as he put the cup on the bedside table, he ran out with a swish, which made Gray very distressed.

Fortunately, the tension of the upcoming exam diluted everything, and as time passed, and the pressure grew, and the dependence on Gray's guidance became more and more serious, this somewhat embarrassing little thing was deliberately pretended to be forgotten by the two. It's just that when Shaida packs up her things and opens the drawer, every time she sees the small paper bag that she is embarrassed to touch, she quietly blushes her heartbeat.

Exam season has finally arrived, and it's time to decide the next step and fate of first-year students!