"Sano...Sino."

Taking advantage of the bright moonlight that gradually dispersed after the dark clouds, Yuki Terajima, who walked out of the gate of the West Point House, turned his head and looked at the shop behind him.

He murmured in a low voice.

The expression hidden under the cold expression was a little inexplicable.

His eyes paused for a few seconds, and Yuki Terajima did not stop after all. He stepped on his long legs and walked towards the direction of parking step by step.

She will come here today, and it was Shino Sano who took the initiative to call and invite her.

The memories about her were already a little blurred in Terajima Yuki's mind.

In Terajima Yuki's impression, Shino Sano seemed to be a classmate she knew since childhood. She had been following her since she was young. During that time, when she was still young, she did a lot of work equivalent to her current secretary.

It saved her a lot of trouble back then.

However, after entering high school, it seemed that I was separated because my academic performance failed to keep up with my own pace.

For Yuki Terajima, Sano Shi is a supporting role that exists in her memory.

——This is not because of luck being so indifferent, but because people’s joys and sorrows are not the same. Some people’s self-motivation may be just a little noisy environmental noise for another person.

However, today's appointment made her adjust the position of this "supporting role" upwards by a higher level and rise to an "important supporting role".

This afternoon, it was about 5:20.

Shino Sano made an online phone call from Line.

Yuki Terajima did not recognize this strange note, but recognized the other party the first moment after picking it up, and then heard Shino Sano's soft greetings coming from the opposite side of the phone.

"fortunate."

"Sorry, I should be busy at this time, right? I'm disturbing."

"But I really want to ask you something."

"Can you come to our house for a cup of coffee later?"

Just a few words like an ordinary best friend's conversation made Yuki Terajima notice the subtle sense of vigilance hidden deep in the other person's tone.

"Yeah, it's almost over."

Yuki Terajima noticed this keenly, but was still a little absent-minded.

In other words, she doesn't take most things seriously except career and Iori.

It was just because the woman on the other side was one of the strong enemies in Iori's plan to regain the combat, which made her feel a little more energetic.

As Yuki Terajima said, he changed his phone to his left shoulder and asked casually:

“Is there anything important?”

Her attitude at that time was no different from when facing invitations from business partners, and her speech was very ordinary. If there was no important thing, she would have to go back to the company in the evening. Recently, several companies in her hands were preparing for an important third round of investment, and there were also many shareholders who needed to be interviewed.

Then, I heard the sound opposite the phone vaguely uneasy or shaken.

The voice is filled with a sense of difficulty that ordinary people cannot easily detect.

"What do you think of Iori?"

Yuki Terajima was stunned at first when he heard this, and quickly analyzed the psychological process Shino Shino might face when he asked this question.

Finally, put down the next document you are about to pick up in your hand.

"I remember you opened a dim sum shop? Is it closed now?"

Yuki Terajima's voice is still dull.

But her movements seemed to be completely opposite to her voice. She stood up straight from the chair, picked up the package and handbag at hand, and walked out the door with her bag.

"Ah? Now?"

"It's already closed!"

Shino Sano seemed to be a little caught off guard by this contrast, but he still responded.

"Well, I'll be there in a while."

After agreeing frankly, Yuki Terajima rushed to Shizuma's pastry hut.

However, in the following hours, the two women hardly mentioned any topics related to Shiina Iori. Most of them were chatting and recalling memories of their past time.

Yuki Terajima could see that Shino Sano had a lot of things to ask, but they all turned around a lot and finally couldn't speak directly.

But she was not in a hurry at this time and was chatting slowly with her.

Until the end, Shino called Iori and began to change the topic, Yuki Terajima had already found some trace of her entangled expression.

"Is someone... told her about Iori and I?"

Yuki Terajima stood in the dark parking lot and ticked to unlock the car.

He murmured in a low voice:

"But what does she mean?"

Recalling the subtle meaning of Shino Sano chatting with her, Terajima always felt a little uncomfortable when he felt that "Although I don't want to, I will allow you to stay outside for the time being, but you must not come to our house!", "This time I will treat you as a subtle meaning." Terajima always feels a little uncomfortable.

I feel a sense of underestimation.

"never mind."

"Go home and have a drink."

......

The best thing about the Internet is that it connects the entire world.

Even if they are thousands of miles apart, there is no obstacle.

Shizuoka Prefecture, Makinohara City.

Local planter, Shimada family.

The petite Ai Hime Shimada was curled up in a small quilt, and her limbs were retracted. Even if a ghost attacked, she would not be hurt at all. Her head was buried in the quilt and her phone was held in both hands.

"Guhehehe~"

A strange laughter came from the thin bed.

For ordinary high school girls who are not under much pressure at this age, the few hours of staying up late and slid into bed every night to browse their phones is the most relaxing time for the whole day.

Even if they get up the next day, they will feel dizzy and want to go to class and sleep, they will not stop their degeneration.

Ai Hime Shimada is one of them.

As one of the main players in the light voice department of the Mine Nozaki Public High School, Ai Hishimada will sway under the singing of the little singers every night, and will give likes or follow them from time to time, as if he has seen his future self.

Of course! Because you have to be careful of sudden attacks from your parents, you must be careful when listening to music at night.

Just as she was huddling in bed with headphones and finished a day's like check-in, she was slid around on tikdog with nothing to do, her fingertips suddenly stopped in front of a video that was nearly one minute long.

The eyes are tightened.

"Hey? This guy..."

"Look good!"

Just like most men only pay attention to [Exposure: 50%] and [Exposure: 75%] when watching videos in music zones, girls' eyes must stop on each other's face as soon as possible when they see some music videos.

A face that is sufficiently shaken to the DNA is a necessary guarantee for the surge in likes.

He was attracted by the man in the short video and stopped sliding his fingers. As Ishimada listened to the intermittent harmonica music in the video, he couldn't help but humming in his little nose.

It was not enough to listen to it once. Whenever the video was about to end, Xiao Shimada, who looked at him and his facial features, would read it again and turn it back and listen again.

Later, I don’t know if my eyes didn’t see enough or my ears didn’t hear enough, so I don’t know how many rounds I turned over and over.

It was not until he could almost hum the song in the video that Aihi Shimada turned around and looked at the account that posted the video.

"Liulijiang?"

"Speaking of this guy, isn't he a little like Maki?"

With more than 400,000 fans, he is still a big V.

But why haven't you heard of it before?

Just as she was thinking about this, she suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at the upper left corner of her phone.

Power: 15%

Time: 5:23

"Oh no! It's been until morning?!"

Ai Hime Shimada was shocked at first, and then she was a little panicked and wanted to turn off her phone.

But before closing the screen, I suddenly remembered something, clicked to follow and collect this account, and muttered in a low voice.

"See Maki when you arrive at school."

Then I lifted up the quilt and covered it on my head.
To be continued...