In the second year of a certain middle school, a new girl was fair and pretty, and her sweet smile attracted everyone's attention, but her attention was on a certain boy in the first row.
During the holidays, I crammed in knowledge and became his ideal sweet girl. She played the role of an innocent girl. The inadvertent gazes, the water I took a sip on purpose and then handed over to him, the windows I couldn't reach, and the exercises I couldn't do were all excuses to get close to him.
Concept: What kind of girl can be loved?