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.
Sweet face for an even body look from a man would be just like a prince. He's actually a man whose nickname is also Prince, and who doesn't see any pussy or faulty flaws.
He smiles and waves back at hot eyes from women and tall voices, and even impresses me that he's a truly unscrupulous man.
"I think the prince is on the board."
"Right. I can't do that kind of smile."
"The girls are fine, too."
Because there is a drowning girlfriend who is a thousand years old for a tree, she becomes like other people because she is not interested in other girls.
Thousands of years old are not interested in this kind of thing by the gate, so I wonder what the tree would think of him.
(Princes, angels, many of our schools are nicknamed embarrassing.)
Speaking of angels, would you have ended up at rest at midday?
I don't think he made it look like he was going on holiday, but how are the injuries?
Just as it was a joint venture with the middle of the day class, I sneaked my gaze around the area, and even with so many people, there was a girl with a remarkable and prominent appearance at the edge of the ground.
It would be a tour not to change into gymnastics clothes and not even into a class ring.
There were also many boys whose gaze was drawn to them at midday when they were sitting in a quiet place.
I glanced at her from a distance and had a much smaller grin that would rip off in her mouth if I let her lose her gaze at me at first.
Because its orientation was toward Zhou, or a group of boys, the classmates who were smiled at said, "You smiled at me now!?" "No, it's me," he says on purpose.
"This is your chance, I need to show you the good part and appeal to Mr. Vertebra."
"Do you think the prince has taken a good spot?"
Should I say it's awesome to stir this up with one small smile or should they say it's simple?
"... it's simple."
She thought the same thing. The tree spilled, so Zhou laughed.
"Well, we've got some insights, and we've got to work really hard."
"What, is it clear that Zhou is also seen by angels?
"No, I'm not. I told you I wasn't interested."
"Oh well. You're really not interested."
She's good, huh? and Zhou, who flushed "highs" because she was about to start bragging about having them, looked at the midday one more time and laughed bitterly.