Hanamaru Hanahuo raised his head and looked up at Uesugi's slightly red face, stunned:

"Zhao...Zhaojun, your face?"

"Ah? This?" Uesugi Doo smiled. He wanted to make her lost happy. "I just had a strange dream to make myself awake in the morning."

Hanamaru Hanamibu opened his purple eyes, and his thoughts had been confirmed, and he whispered: "Did Zuojun... dream about being with Hanamibu... in the morning?"

"Yes," Uesugi Sao replied subconsciously, but soon realized, "Well!? How could Hanawa know?"

He noticed Hua Huo's little eyes staring straight at the light red marks on his face.

Is it not a dream, it is something that really happened?

I am really interested in fireworks...

However, this idea was quickly eliminated by Uesugi.

Hanamaru Yuki has not been in trouble for himself now, that is the best proof.

But what happened to that inexplicable and wonderful sense of reality?

Could it be that the game has collapsed and the game has been replayed?

As the male and female protagonists and the client, she and Huahuo remained with a certain memory after the retrieval and showed it in her dream.

Could it be that he did something bad, got punished, and then was re-revised by the system?

"Haiwai, did you have that dream?" Uesugi asked.

Hanaman Hanabu nodded slightly, as if he was very unhappy about this matter.

Her emotional changes were naturally seen by Uesuso and her heart skipped a beat.

Could it be... she knew all the little moves she made to her at that time?

Because of this, I was not very happy when I saw myself this morning?

"Haihuo, do you... know everything?" Uesugi asked nervously, and he found that he was actually worried about being hated by her.

"Um......"

Hanamaru Hanabu responded absent-mindedly, and she was still wondering how to apologize to her father.

"Do you care?" Uesugi asked.

"The fireworks... care a lot..."

"That dream... Hanaguchi knows?" Uesugi Do not believe in evil.

"We all know about Firefly."

Uesugi Do's cardiac arrest for a second. She really knew that she was really hated?

"I really care?" He still didn't believe in evil. He was actually hated because of a dream?

"Yes..." Hanamara Hanami nodded in disappointment.

Uesugi Seo stood there, looking at her gentle but a little unhappy face in front of her, and her mood became complicated.

It's just a dream, why is it like I've really done something wrong?

But Hanawa was really unhappy and kept her little head down and unwilling to speak more.

For a moment, the two face to face looked at each other speechlessly.

"Let's go to school first." Uesugi Seo reached out and tried to change the topic.

"Um."

Hanamaru Hanabu nodded and responded, holding the shoulder bag in front of her skirt with both hands. The steps she took were still the quiet Hanabu, but she did not hold his stretched out hand, but just followed him.

He lowered his head quietly.

Uesuma's outstretched hand was stuck in the air alone.

Even his heart thrust a little, feeling that the distance between him and her became much farther away.

It seems... I am really hated.

Obviously, she was just touching her softly in her dream.

The two lily flowers under the eaves of Huawan’s house are spotless white. Even after a week of blooming, they are still full of pure and restrained vitality.

The flower language of Bai Lily is the purity of the heart and heart, and a same dream just confirms this from a wonderful direction.

But Hanawa didn't seem to like her little movements in her dreams.

Early in the morning of this day, the warm journey to school, which was originally the only two, suddenly became silent.

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At noon, Uesugi and Takahiro Takahiro Takahiro were in the library.

Without paying attention to the coffee placed in front of him, Tsukigawa pushed his glasses and asked curiously to Uesugi Sato sitting directly opposite him:

"So, Uesugi, who is almost invincible, comes here, what's the matter?"

"Recently, there was something wrong with Hanawa." Uesugi Go straight to the point.

"Recently?" Takahiro Tsukigawa's eyes became weird when he looked at him. "It's actually just last night that happened recently. Her sick side appeared?"

"Yes." Uesuso put a cup of instant coffee in front of him.

"What did you do?" The slowly rising heat made Takahiro Tsukigawa's lenses covered with a white fog.

"Realistically speaking, I didn't do anything, and I did not do anything, but it did happen." Uesugi Do was struggling to say whether the same dream should be said. He was afraid that Tingkawa would not believe it.

"What does it mean?" Takahiro Tsukigawa obviously failed to meet the deeper entanglement represented by the words "Uesugi".

Too much explanation is useless, so Uesugi Do simply does it all the time and says it directly as something happened.

"I sneaked into the fireworks while she was sleeping last night." Of course, the story must be polished.

“Oh~~”

Takahiro Tsukigawa turned his head slightly and sighed. He didn't expect that he could hear such explosive news from Uesugi.

"Sure enough, our Uesugi is also a normal man, understand, understand."

"Where did you touch?" Takahiro Tsukigawa asked.

"Face."

"Face? What," Hitokawa Takashi Hiroda was disappointed, "I just said Uesugi how could he tell me such a thing? It turned out that he was just sneaking his face."

"Is it necessary to avoid Goto and drag me to the library for such a small matter?" Takahiro Tsukigawa looked around. The quiet library was very suitable for lunch break.

“It’s different.”

"What's the difference? What's wrong with touching your face?" Tingkawa didn't understand Uesugi Do's serious look and made a fuss.

"It's nothing to touch the face," Uesugi said seriously, "but the timing of touching the face is a bit wrong. You know I can't say much about that."

Uesugi Seated straight.

"The psychological self-protection mechanism is the body's spontaneous defensive behavior against people. The diseases generated through this mechanism are often-"

Seeing that Uesugi Osamu was about to continue talking in a long way, Takahiro Takahiro Hirakawa quickly stopped him:

"Stop, stop, don't tell me the reason, just tell me the result."

Since last night, he always felt that Uesugi was fooling him, but when he thought about it carefully, he inexplicably wanted to believe him. It was really strange.

"Haiwa seems to have become a little disgusted with me. I am thinking about how to win back her favor." Uesugi Dojo likes him so directly, so he can continue to fool him by organizing language.

"Class Hanamaru hates you?" Takahiro Tsukigawa's neck shrank back, "Then you're done."

"Why is it over?" Uesugi Shou frowned.

Tsukihiro Tsukigawa looked at him suspiciously with the gaze of 'real or fake': "Class Hanamaru has the potential to be sick. If she hates her, wouldn't you die in vain? It's possible to imprison, feed medicine, and murder, you have to be careful."

“…”

"Then I'll say it another way, if you're hated by girls, what should I do?" Uesugi Sao suddenly regretted that Hanabu was sick and charming.

"Well..."
Chapter completed!