"Bah-wuwu! An-chan, take care of yourself, wuwuwu."
The clean classroom, where most of the people had left, was filled with a sense of desolation that was very different from usual. The girl with a red flower on her chest blew her nose hard with a handkerchief, and pulled the hem of her clothes with her free left hand with tears in her eyes.
"... Don't dirty my clothes."
After tugging at the corner of his clothes and realizing that it was in vain, Lu An sighed helplessly.
"Huh? An-chan is so cold-blooded, woo-woo, He-chan."
After seeing her attitude, the shocked girl burst into tears and stretched out her hands towards the girl she called "Wa-chan".
Manabe, who was wearing red half-rimmed glasses, showed a faint wry smile to greet the tearful girl. He rubbed her head and said helplessly: "Yui, this look is too willful. Xiaolu is not the type to express emotions on his face, right?" After that, he winked at himself.
Really, this guy Manabe dotes on her too much.
"Oh!?" The girl crying in her arms was suddenly startled when she heard this. She turned back and glanced at herself. There was no hint of crying in her clear eyes.
"Hey? Is that so?" Hirasawa Weiping moved to her side, put her tender hands on her cheeks, and moved her face closer, "It turns out that An-chan feels lonely too..."
This look made me a little angry, and some of the dark brown shoulder-length short hair rubbed against my face and itched.
"My home is obviously not far from your home. You can come anytime if you want." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull his head to the side and held it up.
