They are still those two reporters.

"who is he?"

Jiang Teng Qiyan said: "The general of Wuxin Taoist temple, well~ It's obvious that he is the general of Wuxin Taoist temple!"

“…I don’t mean that.”

"No kidding," Jiang Tengqiyan smiled, "I don't know each other either."

"I remember seeing him somewhere."

Miyata Kazuhiro and Jiang Teng Qihiko both followed the sound to look at the female reporter beside him.

She noticed the two of them looked at her, smiled awkwardly, and then said, "I can't remember very clearly."

Miyata Kazuhiro said: "I will come to every National Vote Rights Conference. In my memory, I have never seen him."

Jiang Teng Qiyan nodded and echoed: "Well, and it's too young, it's much younger than the group of young people in Wuxin Temple."

The female reporter looked at Uesugi Tou who walked up to the lottery table and thought he was handsome: "Isn't it not that he has grown up?"

Miyata Kazuhiro: "If you can sign up for the competition, it means you are an adult, but... who is he? Even if Fujibu Asuka leaves the team, the position of the general should be at least replaced by Nanmumaru or Kotoshimiji in their team."

He had learned about the seniority relationship in this team. Fujikuan Feiniao was the eldest disciple. Huxin Jing saw it second, and the shorter Nan Miao Wan was ranked last.

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It's not dawn.

It is suitable for squids in the quilt to keep warm in winter.

I can't bear to get up, nor can I bear to change the quilt into clothes to prevent the cold.

I was even more reluctant to leave the warm hut and go outside to see the flying snow floating all over the sky.

The fragrance filled the slow and rhythmic breath. Uesugi Sao, who was lying in the quilt and enjoying the temperature, habitually touched Hanamara Hanawa's belly beside him.

Her stomach has always been very soft, smooth and soft. Evenly, it will feel warm and comfortable in the palm of her palm - because of this, she will be reluctant to leave after touching it.

But at this moment, Uesugi, who had his eyes closed, noticed the strangeness.

His hands stretched out were not touching his soft belly, but a little hard and very flat belly.

Although he was not fully awake and his consciousness was still blurred, he also vaguely knew that this feeling was very strange in terms of the feel.

He subconsciously frowned, and then continued to stroke his stomach, feeling more and more strange.

Following this feeling, skip the belt and slide your hands down.

As he touched, Uesugi Seo suddenly lost all sleepiness and sat up from the bed.

"you!"

Just as he was about to speak, he found that the face in front of him seemed a little familiar.

Perhaps because he didn't wake up, his eyes were still a little misty. He blinked several times in a row. Only when his eyes adapted to the faint light could he be sure that the face in front of him was his extremely familiar appearance.

Uesuma Sato was lying beside him.

But wait.

He is Uesugi, then...Who am I...?

"I..." He opened his mouth and made a sound in his throat, his voice lined up with a weak voice that was very familiar to him on weekdays.

The sound of the little fire?

Uesugi Dou realized something and stretched out his hands to look.

The wrists are as white as jade, the skin is delicate, and the fingers are slender.

"Haiwa's hand?"

The voice was no longer the voice he spoke on weekdays, but the soft and soft voice of Hanamaru Hanai.

He turned his head and looked at his shoulders. It was petite, snow-white, and a pink suspender was hung on it.

His eyes shifted again, moving directly below.

There, two small hills were raised under the pale pink pajamas.

"I'm the Fireworks?"

Uesugi Sao patted his face again, and the soft rebound made him understand completely.

Now I am... Hanaman Hanabu.
Chapter completed!