14 14 Angels and princes of class (1/2)

”What, were you short lived all year round?”

Monday's physical education is depressing because Zhou is not good at exercising, and because he is the feather wearing a knee-length jersey during this chilly season.

Long-sleeved jerseys are already dominant this season, but the perimeter that was exposed from the knee to the bottom was slightly floating from the surroundings.

”Chicken. I just forgot.”

”Stupid.”

”Shut up.”

Saturday and Sunday have not met at midday, so this is happening because it has not yet been returned, but I can only say that I forgot to tell the tree.

I accept being teased spoiledly, but I repeatedly slapped him on the back often with a laugh that I wanted to.

I sigh softly as I watch the tree groan plain, shifting my gaze.

I'm jumping high on the ground right now, but it seems that the girls are also using the ground for classes in physical education, and the ground also has the appearance of women. Besides, it's a two-class joint, so there's a good number of people on the ground.

They're playing athletics over there, so they're watching this sport over the waiting time, and so on.

”Good luck with Gateside!

Basically, there are classes in a different place for men and women, so although the boys were bothered when the girls were there... At the end of the girls' gaze was Yuta Gateside, a classmate of Zhou, a handsome man and a famous man.

Zhou seldom talks about it first, but I know it's popular with women because people can study well and it's a year old, but it's an ace on shore.

As for Zhou, the feeling is that heaven gives both two and three things, but many other men have subtly sinister faces that seem uninteresting to them.

”Ooh, that's awesome.”

”Right.”

”You don't seem interested.”

”No, it doesn't matter. I've never talked to my classmates. I don't care.”

There's nothing harmful about the other side, and I honestly don't care because I'm not involved.

While I understand that's a minority, I still can't help but be jealous like the other boys.

Or I think the other one is too well done and even jealous is nonsense.

”It's Zhou who's not jealous.”

”What, am I supposed to say you're a hottie and envious”

”Not a character.”

Looking half-eyed at the laughing tree, she looks by the door with a refreshing smile in cheer from a woman.