Yukino sat on his lap, leaning against his chest, her cheek carefully resting against his shoulder socket.

The exhaled hot breath hit the neck, coming and going like a tidal wave, with a faint aroma.

What a well-behaved thing....

Ito-koshi grabbed Yukino's waist with his right hand, allowing her to sit more relaxed on his lap, while her palm glowed slightly green, healing Yukino unhurriedly.

"Yukino-chan~" Ito-koshi suddenly turned his head and looked under the snow leaning in his arms.

Looking down, you can see the perfectly curved tip of the nose and the slender eyelashes, every part is so perfect.

"What's wrong...," Yukino said weakly, like a cat that hadn't woken up.

"If I really win? You can..."

Yukino's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if expecting, as if she was afraid of the next words.

Ito Koshi kissed her forehead to soothe the restless kitten.

"Is that okay?"

Itokoshi did not utter the last words.

Speech is the least efficient and most misleading way of exchanging information.

Speechlessness is the greatest tenderness.

Yukino raised her eyes to look at the boy who was watching her.

The two people looked at each other and looked at themselves in each other's eyes.

The Ferris wheel rotates slowly, like a clock hanging in the sky, ticking and ticking.

"Yes..."

said Yukino in a whisper.

Whispered, almost inaudible.

However, such a simple word seemed to exhaust all the girl's strength.

Yukino nestled weakly in the boy's arms, and the clingy kitten gently rubbed the owner's neck with the side of his face.



Ito took a deeper breath.

I wish Monday would come soon!

......

Sunday.

All staff were paralyzed at home.

It's like a robot running out of electricity.

Going out to play was really tiring, so tired that I didn't even want to move my fingers the next day.

Everyone tacitly chose to nest in the room, or lie on the sofa and play with their mobile phones.

Yukino stayed in the room and did not come out all day.

Sanjiu was a little worried: "Isn't Sister Xuenai's body uncomfortable?" The

girl's eyes flashed with a light called concern.

Ito-etsu comforted, "It's okay, she's just... It just takes a little time. "

“...... Not?

Sanjiu tilted his head, revealing a cute expression of confusion.

Cute to... Make people want to bully.

The restlessness in Ito's heart became more and more difficult to suppress, like the feeling of boiling his whole body before the college entrance examination score.

It's since Monday's results are announced... 7 hours to go!

......

Friday exams, and when you return to school on Monday, the top 100 results are pasted in the most prominent position in the corridor of the building.

At such times, the bulletin board is crowded with onlookers.

If only the top 100 are announced, this list of results can also be said to be an honor list.

Whenever an unexpected person is on the list, people around him will look at him with the kind of "is this guy secretly studying behind my back".

And the person on the list scratched his head and showed an expression of "I don't know what's going on, maybe the question just came to review".

However, this situation will only occur in the 80-100 segment, and the top 50 are basically the ones that everyone knows.

The first and second years were also occupied by those two people.

The usual transcripts, without exception, begin like this.

Grade 1: Yukinoshita Yukino

is the second senior: Hayato Hayama

is believed to be as true as if it were true.

But today.

It is as if the emergence of quantum mechanics broke the truth status of Newton's classical mechanics.

The truth of the achievements of the total martial arts high school has been broken....

Everyone standing in front of the achievement column seemed to have been hit by a body-fixing technique, like a scientist in the 19th century, watching the collapse of the building of truth in a daze.

Physics doesn't exist anymore!

Wrong...... The first grade has been changed!

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That's 400,000 words....

It's been a long journey, thanks to my salted fish for persevering.

Today, ask for another generation for love!

If there is a counting brother, it is estimated that you will find that in addition to the name of the protagonist, the four words of power generation for love are the most frequent.

But in fact, it seems to be called generating electricity with love....

I'm sorry to keep saying the wrong name... Power Generator!

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