047 won't let someone wield a knife over his head
Sanada Genichiro's face was hesitant, but seeing the two people who had just been intimate as if they were nobody, he felt more and more that he was the truth.
Doesn't Yukimura have confidence in his own looks?
All I can say is that before the emperor became an emperor, he was still a mortal and would still have wild thoughts and make sarcastic remarks about everything...
Koumura Seiichi smiled at him with a hint of mischief, set against the backdrop of a field of blooming lilies that were so beautiful they seemed to be at their peak. It was then that Sanada Genichirou finally realized he had actually said those words out loud. The awkwardness made his hat brim droop, and the black-haired youth pretended to be calm as he left behind the phrase "I'm going to find Coach Kato" before turning around and walking away with a pace that was neither big nor small, neither fast nor slow.
It's been a month since I last whipped him, and his courage has grown a lot. Kokamura Seiichi watched as the young man walked away with a straight back, and for an instant, something flashed in his eyes, but after a few seconds, he returned to his usual self, smiling and chatting as if everything was peaceful.
Mr. Kawashima heard that Yukimura was going to take Yanyan to get a bob cut when they came to pick up their student IDs in the afternoon.
At that time, a mouthful of coffee that an uncle had been holding in his mouth suddenly sprayed out and almost sprayed onto the originally seated Kōmura, if it wasn't for Yan's quick reaction to pull him over, the beauty's face would have been splattered.
"Getting a precise haircut, like trimming your bangs, is impossible unless you do it yourself." Kawashima-san pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth with an elegant motion, as if he hadn't just spat out coffee.
Koumura Seichi blinked, and Ayane's purple eyes looked at him in puzzlement.
"Because, this guy won't let anyone touch her with a knife." Maybe the barber just stood behind her with scissors and in the next second his heart would be dug out.
She looked at the black-haired, black-eyed child with a definite gaze. The other party returned a skin-deep smile, and in the corner that the purple youth beside her couldn't see, the inorganic blackness still settled in the depths of her eyes, without fading away.
Kawashima-san nodded in understanding. This guy hadn't changed one bit. All his behavior was just to appease the lucky village's desire to send her away.
"Hmm." replied the flat tone, and Kōmura didn't take that to heart. He only held up the student ID in his hand, somewhat puzzled, and asked: "Why does this say Li Xiangyu?"
"This can't be helped. After searching for so many materials, only Li Xiangyu's appearance and she are the most suitable. Anyway, that child is also an orphan, and using her name to get a student ID card won't make anyone suspicious? Find some time, if your family is willing to formally adopt her, changing her name to Xingcun Xiangyu is also possible." A certain uncle said matter-of-factly. It's not easy for him to get a student ID card for a black household either. The uncle isn't omnipotent, and being able to consider factors like appearance and background is already quite rare.
The purple youth silently stared at him for half a beat, actually he just wanted to know why the name on top looked exactly like his elementary school classmate in third grade. However, looking at the uncle's expression, he thought it was better not to ask.
He doesn't know either because he asked.
