【】

In the end, Akta really couldn't hold back a word.

Suddenly, I felt that the combination of Goldfinch and Shuer was really quite ......

Interesting?

"Oh my God—"

"Seems to be about the same this time?"

"How do I think Joan is running really fast!"

——

The two didn't talk any more because of the sudden eruption of onlookers' voices.

Akta followed their voices, and was amazed that the girl, named Joan, was running, riding the wind and piercing through everything, as her race showed.

It feels ......

"Huh?" he felt a hint of wind on his face, and turned his head to notice.

The goldfinch is gone.

【②】

Aktar always thought something was strange about this.

It's not strange though.

Noon - After training, he is about to leave the training ground with Shuer.

"It'll be okay this morning. I'll ...... later," said Aktar and Shure.

With his usual smile, Shul listened patiently.

Suddenly, a group of girls who were about to leave walked by and greeted them: "Yo, Shuer...... Also, Akta. ”

What do you mean? Is he involved?

Akta subconsciously felt that their words sounded hurtful, but she didn't express them, just kept silent.

"You...... Are you going to eat?" said the girls.

"Hmm. Shure nodded.

Lately, for his training, the Plantagenet didn't come to tell him if he wanted to eat together, so he had to be with Akta.

"Really?!" they said, "we actually have a little request—"

Some of the girls tried desperately to give Aktar a look.

......

What the heck.

"Uh...... Actually, I'm going to deliver food today. "Aktar suddenly remembered something," he said.

Shure turned his head and winked at him.

There's no hint of meaning.,It's probably just a simple feeling.。

...... "Brother, don't look at me like that, I can't help you."

Your circle is too messy!

"Ahh

"......," Aktar glanced at Shure.

I said your circle is very messy, right?

【③】

Jolina certainly couldn't let herself starve to death.

She's trying to make herself something to eat from last night's operation.

However, she encountered a fatal problem.

Damn, there's no ingredients left.

What else could she say?

"It's too much, it's too much, the poor and cute and unloved Jolina is going to starve to death......" she sang a ballad adapted by herself, with a hint of helplessness in her expression.

Starve......

Knock knock knock——!

Right?

Jolina raised her eyebrows, thinking, no, and jumped to the window—

She poked her head out and saw the boy standing in the sunlight - he had black hair and delicate eyebrows.

He looked up with some hesitation.

She immediately retracted her head and sat down on the ground because she was moving too fast.

Bang——!

Pain......

Probably not a dream?

Jolina sat on the ground, her eyes open, closed, and opened.

So he got up again and poked his head out hesitantly.

——

The sun shone on the boy's face, and a few spots of light of different shades gave him a little dreamy feeling.

It doesn't seem to be a dream.

"Aktar......" Jolina muttered.

Akta had been staring at the point, thinking she had mistaken - and she was sure when she poked her head out again.

How do you say that......

He was actually a little worried about Jolina last night, but he thought it was too late, and thought that she might have nothing to do with herself......

But now I still can't rest assured.

Clearly......

Why can't you make up your mind?

【④】

Compared to those comfortable noon pictures, Corrie only feels that she is in a tense atmosphere.

She sat in the office, obviously this is the main seat, and there is a flying quill with a manuscript written by her side.

But on the one hand, the great god, Hester Santa Fes, was sitting on one side;

On the other hand, there is another great god, Teresa the Goldfinse, sitting on the other side.

It looks like a court case, but she has no deterrent effect at all, but ......

Being stared at by the goldfinch.

"You...... You want to ...... Rebellion. Corrie's words seemed rather weak.

If this really wants to rebel, she ...... She's got a fart.

"Ahem, I'm just here to sit for a while. Hester coughed.

“......”

The goldfinch was not so aimless, she said to Ke Li: "Last year's newspaper, is there any?" ”

“...... Yes. ”

This dialogue starts with "Do you have any goods here?" The style of painting is better.

"Where. "The goldfinch is not much nonsense.

"Uh...... I'll take you. ”

Corrie is also a man of action, or rather, she can't stand having Hester in her office anymore - the atmosphere is almost going to kill her!

"Why do you suddenly need last year's newspaper......" Corrie led Goldfinch to another room in the office.

This is a place where when you open the door and you can see the environment as if you were in a library.

"You know Joan. The goldfinch did not answer her immediately, but said, "Of the antelope clan." ”

"Ah? It's the one that came recently, and said that the grades were about the same as Shuer...... And then ......" Currie didn't finish, her eyes glancing at the goldfinch, as if to confirm whether she was angry or not.

Mom, this is a rival in love.

She ...... Is there ......," said the goldfinch in a slow voice, "sick." ”

“？？？？”

Corrie felt a little confused - what was the matter with the personal attack on the Golden Finch?

What kind of disease? Doesn't the girl have the same fantasy as other girls, why should you be cursed like this?!

"......" Kindfinch looked at Corrie's eyes, thinking that she had probably misunderstood something - she first frowned, as if struggling for a while, before she said, "I mean, really sick, is there a genetic history in the family." ”

“...... How do I know?!" Corrie finally understood that the Plantage was talking about serious things, but ......

She knows what a!

"Alas......" Goldfinch's expression was a little heavy, "I overestimate you." ”

"......" a college's newspaper will know if a specific student's family has a genetic history?!

But Corrie was stunned.

"Hey, why don't I know. The goldfinch had already passed her, and walked between the cabinets, rummaging through last year's newspaper.

Corrie was sure she wasn't crazy.

"Yes, a person who can do so well in the athletic meets, but who has been an unknown person for the past two years – so much so that you don't remember her at all. The Plantarrow whispered, "It's already telling." ”

Frowning slowly, Corrie thought of something bad.

"Wow. "The goldfinch found what she was looking for – the newspaper was well organized, and it wasn't difficult to find a year ago.

It was a newspaper around this time last year.