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In early summer, the sunshine is warm and soft. I am in Class 3, Grade 1, Ukiyo-e Middle School.
In front of the podium stood a young man, his chin slightly raised and his wine-red eyes bent, looking very gentle. He was forced to wear a man's uniform that was three parts expensive and seven parts elegant, and seemed to stare affectionately at the dark-haired girl under him.
He giggled and said with some banter:
"When the next name is fortification, my hobby is to be with Keikain Yura, and the person I like is Keikain Yura. My interest is everything grapefruit likes, and what I hate most is what grapefruit hates. "
With a clear voice of Kansai accent, his self-introduction has a strong personal style. Clear burgundy eyes gazed gently at the Yin-Yang teacher's girl whose face was half black, and her eyes stirred up a rare brilliance.
They are all adolescent students who want to vomit but don't know how to say it.
The young teacher with blond hair and ponytail has been holding chalk, and the veins stood out. He mused in his mind, which is why the transfer students want to establish a good image of this school for him. He managed to suppress his anger and sobbed and smiled. "The yuet classmate sitting ..."
She turned around and looked around for an empty room in the classroom.
Nura Rikuo winked and caught a glimpse that there was no one around him, and his mouth was sobbing.
Come on, this is weird. ...