After returning from Abyss's training, Ron returned to his daily peaceful life, and for some reason, he always felt that something strange was happening to him, so he contacted Crotea and walked towards the library, during which a strange sound came from the white woods again. The pen "Fun" pavilion www.biquge.info and he just glanced at it and left in a hurry.

He always felt that something very strange had happened in the past few days. From Yuan's mouth, he knew that he had stayed in that place for three days, he looked through the information on his watch, but found that there was not a single message, which was a very unusual thing, if nothing else, it was absolutely impossible for the girl in Clotea not to look for him for three days because of his disappearance. The ghost would believe that she really didn't contact Ron because she lost a battle.

At least the one he knew was definitely not such a person.

There was a strange atmosphere in the huge academy, and both boys and girls looked at him from afar, then lowered their heads shyly and hurried away, causing him to be puzzled for a while. When he came to the library, he had a place where countless letters piled up in front of him like a hill. Each one has a strange fragrance on it. The corners of his mouth twitched, his eyelids kept jumping, and he felt the urge to gagged after opening one of the letters.

"My dear, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to invite you to dinner?"

"Oh, I remember that evening a day ago, when you were sitting by the river, and I was walking across the embankment, and it was a bit noisy in the wind, and you hugged my body tightly, as if it was about to melt me. ”

"Ron, I'd like to meet you on the rooftop. "The list goes on and on.

Completely unaware of what was going on, he quickly searched for Ron's name in the watch information, and what popped up made him feel the urge to smash the watch out of his hand.

"Our little angel, Ron. ”

"A new generation of ball gods, Ron. ”

"That day, Ron and I met in xx"

"The story that Ron and the n teenage girls had to tell. ”

"Ron, a god-like figure. ”

...... Every piece of information is the content of the past three days, and each one has been topped hundreds of times, he rubbed his eyes very suspiciously, and after confirming that the identity of the video data was really himself, he collapsed on his desk.

"Who's going to tell me what the hell happened?!" As for the culprit, Fuchi, who was already hiding in his carry-on space at this time, was laughing back and forth, it was so funny.

"Ron-san, this is a bento. A girl's voice sounded in his head, he looked up, he didn't recognize the woman in front of him at all, and at this moment, countless students rushed towards Ron like crazy, and he watched in a daze as the originally quiet library suddenly became noisy. He smiled cruelly.

"Give me all the silence. In just an instant, countless black hands stretched out from the library to grab all the people around him and lock them in a small black room, and the entire library was instantly much cleaner.

"What does it feel like to be a big star? She trimmed her nails and looked at Ron in front of her with a playful look.

"Is that you?" Ron saw the visitor, his face became ugly, the person in front of him was Serra, the person who knew his identity, at this time she was holding the notes in her hand, biting the end of the pen with her small mouth, and the camera she used to shoot on her chest, after taking many photos of him in a row, she walked up to him generously, stood on tiptoe, and pecked him lightly in the face. He snorted, and was about to speak, when someone at the door began to speak.

"What do you want to do?" a long, fiery red hair walked in with a determined step, and when he saw her movements, he was naturally the first to roar. Serra trimmed her nails and glanced at her.

"Defeated generals, come here to see our good deeds?" Serra cupped Ron's head in his arms, despite Ron's objections. But he quickly broke free.

"What the hell is going on, why aren't any of you normal?" Ron looked at the two women in front of him, stopping the sparks from sparking between them.

"Hmph, I'll let it go to you for the time being. But I think I'll get him soon. Serra glared at Clotea and spoke.

"This makes the question of not letting go, that punch, Ron has officially rejected you, you don't want to dwell on it. Crotea yelled hatefully at her back.

"That's a declaration of love. And you, with nothing. Serra retorted unflinchingly. She blamed herself for not determining Ron's situation in the previous fight, and the final punch and the image of her being knocked into the air instantly reached Crothea, so that she had been talking about her with this incident when she had seen her recently. Fortunately, she was thick-skinned enough and didn't care about it, and she still lived as usual, but Ron was on fire this time, and as a member of the news agency, she naturally had to follow up and report and get first-hand information at any time. Recently, as long as there are a few photos of him, they can sell a lot, and it also makes her life a lot more nourishing. Therefore, it is indispensable to meet with Crothea these days and then quarrel a few words, while Ron is clear about watching the play, as long as they don't fight, they can only fight. But no one is worse than the other in this regard.

When Serra left, she naturally sat down next to him, looking sideways at him, which made him dazed for a moment.

"Tia, what's on my face?" he touched his face unnaturally, and then continued to look at everything in the information on his watch. And Clotea shook her head, still looking at him.

"A new generation of male gods, Ron. Exclusive report by the Drama Club. Ron, who seemed to have found a clue, clicked on the content.

The content is an interview with Ron, and Ron in the camera is indeed Ron, but the drama club, when did he go to the drama club? He looked at Crothea and seemed to think of something. However, he is 100% sure that he has never participated in any clubs, nor has he been interviewed, and what happened in the past three days, he only remembers the so-called training content, as for the rest, he doesn't know at all.

After watching the video materials, a performance video of the drama club deeply attracted his attention. He touched his chin and looked at his ability to play two roles in the play, and even he himself was full of praise. But because of this information, he finally knew what had happened in the past three days.

"You're really good at playing. Ron said silently in his heart, causing the Abyss Sword in the space with him to tremble slightly. The secret that he discovered was naturally that there was something wrong with the woman in the role, how could Ron not be familiar with Abyss's voice, although it didn't take long to find Abyss, but that feeling was particularly strong. He resisted the urge to take her out for questioning, turned off the message on his watch, and returned to his place.

"Tia, you've been looking at me for a long time, what's really on my face?" Ron naturally noticed that the girl next to him had been looking at him for a long time, although he tried to ignore the other party, but if he couldn't read the book, he couldn't read the book, so he could only ask such a question, she nodded for a while, shook her head for a while, and continued to stare at his face in a daze.

He snapped his fingers in front of her, and she woke up in a trance, and then seemed to realize something, and her face turned red. Hanging his head, he didn't dare to look at him.

"It's just a drama, you won't be as crazy as those girls, right?" He gently touched her head, inexplicably thinking of what kind of mood Xia was in when the boy touched Xia's head at that time, his face was slightly red, and he couldn't help but withdraw his hand, but Crodia grabbed his hand and looked at Ron with blazing eyes.

"Tia?"

"Hmm. She looked at the face that had begun to fade, and an inexplicable burst of sweetness flashed in her heart, and the image of the flying Serra kept echoing in her mind, and she just grabbed his hand and put it in her face.

"Which one is prettier, me or Saya?" she looked at him earnestly, and this time he really looked at Crothea with a look of anticipation that didn't seem to allow him to lie.

He smiled, cupped her jaw, and pressed his lips to her thin lips under her incredulous gaze. It was a moment of froze for her, her eyes widened as if she had met Ron for the first time, her mind went blank, and she allowed her body to sink into it. With such a kiss, her originally unconscious brain began to work, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly closed, her hands involuntarily hooked his neck, and her body began to slowly move closer to him. For a long time, his lips parted, he looked at her, looked at her who couldn't bear to open her eyes, leaned on her ear and said softly.

"Miss Clodia, shall I have the privilege of being your prince?"

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she found that she was hooking his neck, and let go of him with a red face, his words lingered in her heart like a spell, sweet, scared, mixed into a candy that she didn't know what flavor melted and spread in her heart, and after a while, she looked at him seriously.

"We kissed just now?" Crotea asked silly, as her brain crashed again.

"What do you say?" he said softly, pinching her nose.

"Ah, you bastard!" she clutched at everything around her in a panic, but there seemed to be nothing left for her to tear apart from this guy's clothes. After playing for a while, she lay quietly on his chest, looked at his good-looking side face, and asked suspiciously:

"You like me?"

"Hmm. Ron said seriously.

"What about Saya?" her eyes darkened at the mention of Saya, and he patted her head and looked into the distance.

"When the time comes, let's go see her together. He said this, and she leaned against his heart. Listening to his heartbeat, he whispered:

"You can be with her. I don't mind. ”

"You're going to run away. He said and stood up, "And I'm not going to let you run away, not once." You belong to me. (To be continued.) )