21 21 Friends prying (2/2)

I don't even see the shards in that smile yesterday. As much as I think it was a dream, she has her usual look on her face.

That's normal, and I'd rather it be. That look on my face was going to hurt my heart over here.

”No, well, the trees were wondering about the present.”

Because I talked to the trees, and I sighed additionally, exhaling as if midday was good at ”oh I see.” He remembered the tree's name.

”Well, Fujimiya doesn't seem to want to buy it first.”

”That's not what I meant.”

Zhou wants to give a gift to a woman, which seems unlikely in itself to be their circumference statue, and I suspect that they are very much in love.

In fact, there's nothing sweet or sour or bitter about both sides, and I don't have the sensations or emotions associated with such love.

”We're talking over here. Damn, that's weird.”

Indeed, he was cute at midday and had a desire to touch him at that time. I won't deny that.

But any teenager thinks it can happen, and I just realized once again and every now and then that midday is a hell of a beautiful girl, and there's no way this is a romantic emotion.

I don't really think it's the right thing to do with her because I think it's preferable.

If you take a good look, the same neat beauty.

But there's no such thing as a palpitation as last night. I restate that I don't like her and sigh softly.

I don't know what they would say if they found out I was watching it, so I glanced back at my smartphone and there were a few unread numbers accumulating on the fuzzy chat app icon.

If you open the app to see if it's probably a tree, the name that was coming to the new section was something Zhou didn't imagine.

Seeing the name Shibako, Zhou frowns.

Three of Zhou's few women's contacts, one of them.

The breakdown is thousand years old, midday, and - mother.

When I opened the conversation screen dedicated to her, it said that Zhou was not comfortable with the high-tension aspects of how he thought about it, but whether there was any difficulty in life.

I don't like millennials because there are people in my body who look like millennials... or I guess this is what happens when millennials get older. I don't hate it and I don't hate it, but even real mothers can be bad at character.

”My father-in-law sent me fruit, so I'll hem it around. I'll send it to you. Stay home after noon on Saturday! I won't tolerate refusal or absence. Okay?

”I've been scheduled on my own...”

Nothing. I don't have any particular plans for Saturday, so I guess I should contact you a little earlier.

”What's wrong?

He heard the whining words, and midday sees this one with his usual expression.

”Mm, my mother said she'd send the fruit she could get at Grandpa's after noon on Saturday. Maybe apples or something.”

”Do you peel?”

”... I wonder if I can peel”

”That would peel off... but it would peel off thick, so it would be a bit of a waste of nutrients”

I'll swallow the feeling that my mother is going to say the same thing.

”'Cause if I have to, I'll squirt the whole thing.”

”That's wild.”

”It's so hard.”

”It's sloppy.”

As always, opinions only smile bitterly at a frank midday, shouldering and doing great.

”Well, if it goes into my stomach, it won't change that much,” he said convincingly, although he was showing a frightened look at midday.

”Yeah, I don't know if I can eat them all before I hurt you, so you need a vertebra too?

”Then I'll have it. Fruits are expensive.”

He said something about the stain, but if it seems like midday, it would be like midday.

”It's Saturday, right? Then I'll thank you and make it for lunch first.”

”I'll always take care of you.”

”Nothing, I don't hate making it for Fujimiya, so I don't mind.”

Kusu, and a really small smile at midday.

It was kind of awkward to remind him of yesterday, and Zhou turned away subtly and said, ”... then please.”