"Outdated, outdated," Dubian Che exaggeratedly shook his head as if he were performing.
"Oh?" Jiutiao's mother asked curiously, "So, how did you express your feelings to Meiji?"
"...Nothing special."
Dubian Che hesitated, making Jiutiao's mother even more curious, "What is it? Meiji, you tell us."
Jiutiao Meijie wore a disinterested expression and said, "During the exam, he suddenly ran to the courtyard and shouted something like 'swearing to Goda, to Shibuya Station, to everyone, that I like you the most.'"
"Hahaha," Jiutiao's mother couldn't help but laugh, "Indeed, there were no springtime or cherry blossoms!"
"Hey, Meiji, why bring that up? There's no need to remember it so clearly!" That memory, no matter how much he steeled himself, was too embarrassing for Dubian Che.
Kiyono Lin's cherry-pink lips moved slightly, but ultimately she said nothing.
When they reached Class 1-4, the classmates were busy in a flurry, making the final preparations for the play.
