Aoi Hyoudou の小説・ストーリー

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

She had already been scolded by Kai when she returned from Eco Land to accompany Jun with the excuse of interfering in other people's private affairs. "Come in! There's nothing in my room," Suhoo explained confidently. "The code?" the bear asked again. "My date of birth." Huh?!!! How did Hyomi know? There wasn't a single member she knew her birth date from. The reporter's body language seemed to show a lot of question marks. "220591," Suhoo realized with a chuckle. He just realized that Hyomi was not a KPop music lover and didn't even know them well.

And in Takuto’s case, that threat had a name. Aoi-chan. The quiet girl with the twin braids and the Hello Kitty backpack. While the rest of the children had been hoarding cookies and sweet buns, Aoi had been playing a different game—hoarding yogurt pouches. Not just any yogurt pouches. The fancy kind. The squeezable, mess-free, ultra-portable kind with cartoon fruit characters and adorable resealable caps. The kind most moms only packed on Fridays or after dentist appointments. Takuto had noticed.

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She smiled warmly at Ayanda, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, you've got this date tonight, so let's find you the perfect outfit," Ayanda said with a wink as she pulled Giada into the massive closet. "Nothing too flashy, just something simple but stunning," Giada replied. Ayanda scanned the racks before her eyes lit up, spotting a strapless sapphire jumpsuit tucked away in the back. "Aha! I think I've found the one." She snatched it off the hanger with a grin and held it up for Giada to see.

Isaac must have noticed because he asked, “Haru? You are feeling all right?” I nodded. “Yeah, I’m just tired, that’s all.” “Well, you’re still recovering, after all,” he said. We left the penthouse and hopped into the van fifteen minutes later. When we arrived at Aoi, the little town lined with old-fashioned Japanese houses, Higa-san parked the van at one end of the street and told us that the shop was at the other, closer to the Shinto shrine. “I thought it’d be a nice little walk along the main streets since it’s not snowing,” he said.

Yagyuu Ai stepped on the wooden clogs and trotted over to Qin Haodong. She bowed before she said respectfully, "Qin-kun, you were amazing today. You were the best at the tea ceremony, painting, music... Even Miss Mieko was no match for you. You are too strong and impressive. I admire this about you!" Qin Haodong was 500 years old. Of course, he was not a boy who would get arrogant after listening to a few nice words. Thus, he said lightly, "You can tell me what you want directly."

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *