1 01 Angels are good women who also drip water (1/2)

”... what are you doing”

Fujimiya Zhou (well) spoke to her for the first time - Vertebra Midday - when she was seen sitting in a blanco in the park as it rained.

Angels live next to the apartment that Zhou lives in, where he became a freshman in high school this year and started living alone.

Angels are, of course, metaphors, but the vertebral midday is such a beautiful and poor girl that the metaphor is no joke.

Flax straight hair always looks shiny as an expression, and clear milky white skin keeps skin smooth without knowing roughness. It boasted a truly puppet-like delicate beauty, called large eyes covered in long lashes on a neat nose beam.

The same high school as her, Zhou, who is also in the same grade, often hears about her reputation at midday, but most of it is called a beautiful girl in Buddhist Path.

In fact, she always takes first place in regular examinations, and she also plays ace-consolidated roles in physical education classes.

Zhou has different classes, so I don't know the details, but as rumors have it, I think he's a perfect superman.

If you don't see faulty drawbacks, you have a good appearance, excellent grades, and you're not proud of it, but humble and dear personality, it can be a hottie.

With such a beautiful girl living next door, I guess this environment is enviable enough for some boys to get their hands out of their throats.

I didn't mean for Zhou to be anything like this with her.

Of course, the girl named Midday of the Vertebra also shows attractively around.

But as a matter of position, it's just a neighbor. And if I don't get a chance to talk to her, I'm not going to get involved.

If you get involved, you'll fly away from the boys, and if you can just live next door and get along, the boys who fell in love with her won't have a hard time.

At last, being attractive and romantic as a heterosexual is not necessarily tied by equals, but by midday for Zhou, it is best to see beautiful girls for viewing.

For this reason, I was not willing to expect a sweet-and-sour relationship or become more involved, but just said that I lived next door and didn't even make contact.

So to be honest, when I saw him standing alone without an umbrella in the rain, I got a suspicious look at him.

She was sitting alone in a park between school and the condo, in a blanco, even though it was raining enough for everyone to rush to her home without stopping by.

(What are you doing in the rain)

It was dim and rainy and my vision was poor, but I can tell right at midday with that noticeable flax hair and uniform.

I just didn't see why it was sitting there, wet without an umbrella.

It doesn't seem like it's waiting for someone or anything, and I'm just looking somewhere blurry without resisting getting wet.

The slightly raised face is also thin of the original pigment, but the blood color is poor and even looks blue and white.

If I was bad, I could catch a cold in no time, and I was still there quietly at midday.

I'm not even trying to go home, so I guess he likes to do that. Maybe it's not what others say.

That's what I thought, trying to slip through the side of the park - the last midday face I saw seemed somewhere crying and distorted, Zhou wore his head.

Nothing, I don't have a motive for wanting to relate to her or anything like that with hatred.

It just kind of hurt my conscience to leave those people with those faces alone. That's all.

”... what are you doing”

No other intention, when I speak as bluntly as possible with the meaning, I shake my long hair, which seems to be moisturized and heavier, and turn this way.

As always, he had a beautiful face.