To be honest, you just wanted to play for a while, but you didn't expect that Cherie, who was unfamiliar with the game at first, would get the hang of it so quickly. As time went by, she became more and more experienced, even — —

"Bang."

After finding the right angle to kill the opponent hiding behind the window with one shot, Chelly's face showed an expression of joy. She smoothly crouched down, her rose-colored eyes revealing a childish excitement and eagerness at this time.

"Eretta, be careful, there's someone 45 degrees to you."

"Okay."

You raised the rifle in your hand and looked at the scope attentively. Your body didn't move, your black eyes slightly widened, as if the edges were about to merge with the blue fog, presenting a gorgeous watercolor feeling.

You held your breath, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

Seeing the opponent fall to the ground, you let out a long breath.

The system's mechanical voice sounded in your ear:

【Congratulations.

506 Go!

The team has won the championship.

Now counting down from ten seconds, all players please leave the battlefield …】

You closed your eyes and turned around. Maintaining a motionless posture for a long time made your body feel very stiff. After doing a few stretching movements, you opened your eyes.

"…?"

As soon as you opened your eyes, you saw Cherie looking at you. You tilted your head slightly with a puzzled expression.

Cherie didn't expect you to suddenly open your eyes. She wanted to turn her eyes away guiltily, but felt that it was too obvious, so she looked at you confidently.

You blinked and suddenly felt a little sleepy. Just as you yawned, the scene in front of your eyes changed.

Ten seconds were up, you who hadn't left the battle were forcibly teleported back to the public hall.

You rubbed your eyes that were shedding tears because of sleepiness. Teardrops hung on your lower eyelashes, teetering on the verge of falling. You drowsily lowered your eyes, two blushes appeared on your snow-white delicate cheeks. You drooped your eyes, and the corners of your eyes seemed to be dyed red. Your entire person was like an exceptionally pitiful little beast that wanted to sleep but was helpless.

"Cherie, I want to sleep."

Your nasal voice was thick like a child's, soft and squishy.

Cherie looked at your drooping head and responded softly.

***

At three o 'clock in the morning, the entire dormitory was quiet, and even the night had fallen into darkness.

Only the lights in the lobby and the emergency lights in the corridor were still on.

Cherie was lying on the bed. In front of her was darkness. In this quiet space, she could only hear her own breathing and the occasional whistling sound coming from outside the window.

Your breathing is long and slow. If you don't listen carefully, you shouldn't be able to hear it.

However, Cherie felt that it was exceptionally clear. She turned over and looked at your sleeping face in a daze. She remembered you in the game just now.

Sharp and cold, it was as if your entire person had changed. On the battlefield, you seemed to have turned into a blade. Between your eyebrows, you were filled with ruthlessness towards the world. Your usually dazzling golden hair was tied into a high ponytail, and your misty blue eyes were gray, as if a storm had invaded.

During the battle, your entire person was filled with the coldness and cruelty of a blade.

It was clearly the same face. If in life, you were a spring, a spring with gentle breezes and warm sunshine when it was close to summer, then just now, you were without exception, in winter. It wasn't a winter where it was snowing lightly in the city, where people could hold a cup of hot tea and enjoy the winter. Instead, you were on a wild planet two thousand light years away from the main planet of the Alliance. It snowed all year round, and the surface of the planet was only dazzling white. The snow piled up like mountains quietly waited for the sunlight that came once every five days. The snow floated in the air, cold but heartbreakingly beautiful.

However, when you were so cold on the battlefield, as long as you turned your head to look at her, the snow instantly melted and turned into a warm and brilliant spring.

Cherie thought of this and bit her lower lip. She wanted to pull the blanket up to cover her face, but in the end, only her nose was covered, revealing rose-colored eyes that seemed to sparkle in the darkness.

When those rose-colored eyes looked at you, she noticed that you suddenly frowned slightly, and your eyeballs moved under your eyelids. This was a sign that you were dreaming.

'What is Eretta dreaming about?'

Cherie thought in her heart.

'My dream …

'Who could it be?'

With this thought in mind, Cherie gradually closed her eyes in sleepiness. She, who was immersed in her dream, curled up the corners of her mouth. This was the first time she smiled in her dream.

***

The snow was still falling outside the window, but the sun was quietly rising.

You were woken up by Cherie. You opened your eyes in a daze, and the scene in front of you was blurry. You got up lazily, and the collar of your pajamas slid down your shoulders as you moved. Cherie, who was in front of you, saw this and turned her back stiffly to you.

You yawned sleepily and saw Cherie's back. After blinking in confusion, you got up and walked to the bathroom, lazily saying to Cherie,

"Good morning — An ~ Cherie." The sweet voice of a girl stretched out.

Cherie suddenly felt that spring had come to her again. The flowers blooming on the branches were dreamy blue, and seemed to be smiling at her.

You tidied yourself up and went to the opening ceremony with Cherie. When you arrived at the entrance of the auditorium, you would have to separate from her. You said goodbye to Cherie and went to find your class.

Oh …

Class 302, Computer Science Class 1 …

You saw the class distribution map on the optical computer. Your class was displayed on the right side of the auditorium.

You carefully avoided the crowd and looked around. You found your class in the upper row of the auditorium.

When you consciously avoided the crowd and walked to your destination, you bumped into someone because of the crowd.

You realized that half of your shoulder had bumped into a sturdy body. The force of the collision made you retreat half way. But there were really too many people. You didn't have time to see the other person's face before you were taken away by the crowd. You only vaguely saw that the person had black hair. You could only rub your other shoulder and continue forward.

After you found your class, you sat obediently at the back of the class. There was no one beside you, and the opening ceremony hadn't started yet. So you began to scroll through the school forum — —

[Popular Post] Who knows the senior at the Mecha Department's registration office on the first day of school?

He's too handsome!

Please dig!

[Essence] As a slacker, I'm going to analyze the highlights of the finals of the 301 school tournament.

[Popular Post] The quality of this batch of new Omega students is too good!

I'm moved!

[Popular Post] I heard that there are quite a few big names in this batch of new students??

… …

You saw the first post, Mecha Department's registration office?

Senior?

You searched your memory and found that brown-haired youth. Round, soft face, slightly upturned cat eyes.

You: … I love my ruru.

Silently closing the forum, you turned on the remote control camera at home and began to watch your ruru.

Hmm?

Where's my ruru?

Not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the entrance, and not in the dining room.

So you decisively checked the previous record.

You saw that at six o 'clock in the morning, your ruru, who was sleeping in its nest, got up, and then quietly walked to your door. Like a liquid, it drilled into the gap at the bottom of the door … You finally understood why you always found your ruru sleeping at your feet in the morning. It turned out that cats were really a liquid animal.

Just as you were indulging in your daily life of sucking your ruru, you found a short message from the optical computer.

"Raise your head and look next door."

You raised your head and looked next to you. Then your gaze slowly moved up and you saw a familiar face.

Ah, it's Andy.

So you turned your head with a bored expression and lowered your head to continue sucking your ruru.

Then you noticed that the person next to you used a finger to poke your face. You ignored it. The other person poked you again. You still ignored it.

When the other person poked your face for the third time, you turned your head and bit the evil finger.

Under the other person's astonished expression, you grinded your canine teeth and raised a smile.

"Ah ah ah, what are you doing!"

The other person's face quickly flushed red and he glared at you.

You maintain your smile, but you secretly increase the angle of your bite.

"Hey hey, are you a dog?

You can bite people. "

The other person saw that you didn't let go, so he didn't give up and mocked you. You raised your eyebrows.

"… I'll treat you to mango later. Is that okay?"

No.

You still didn't open your mouth and your face was still full of smiles.

"… One week."

Okay, deal.

You opened your mouth in satisfaction. When you retracted your finger, it touched the soft tongue and lips, leaving a tingling sensation. Seeing the other party quickly retract her finger, you decided in your heart that you would take out a portable mouthwash from your bag and rinse your mouth in the bathroom later.

The other person wiped his finger with a tissue and continued to stare at you.

"Why did you bite me?"

Wasn't it your own doing?

You glanced at him and didn't answer, then lowered your head to look at the optical computer.

The other person saw that you didn't answer, so he turned his head and looked very angry.

You helplessly turned off the optical computer, looked at the other person with a smile, and spat out a few words.

"Remember my layer cake."

"… I don't owe you anything!"

***

"So why are you here?

Didn't your family arrange for you to go to another school? "

"I'm not telling you."

"Oh?"

"It's none of your business."

You turned to look at Andy and said with a smile.

"I thought you really came because of me."

Andy's face quickly turned red, then you saw him stare at you and say, "No!

You think too much! "

Well, then I'll just take it that I'm thinking too much.

You thought indifferently, then looked at the other person who looked like he was about to explode. You reached out and stroked his head. When he was stunned, you said,

"Good boy."

…

"Eretta!!!"

Ah, ah, ah, I haven't seen him for a holiday, why is he still so easily angry?

You quickly retracted your hand when he was about to pat your hand, then looked at him innocently and said,

"I want to eat the layer cake later, remember to buy it for me."

"Got it, so annoying."

He deliberately lowered his voice and said rudely, like a wolf cub pretending to be strong.

Although he was small, he would still bite.

Suddenly, a serious voice spread throughout the auditorium.

"Students, the First National Palace's Class 302 opening ceremony is about to begin —"

You looked for the source of the voice, looked at the center of the auditorium, and saw a familiar figure.

Brother?

Bright golden hair was covered by a military cap, but there were still some strands of hair peeking out from under the brim.

From the back, his narrow and straight back was like a polished marble, and below his waist was a pair of slender legs covered by military trousers. He was wearing military boots, and there was a kind of ruthless coldness. His ten fingers were long, and the knuckles were curved like bamboo joints.

He just quietly listened to the person in front of him speak, his face expressionless. He exuded an aura that was different from usual, a kind of aloof and cold temperament.

You hesitated for a moment, then sent a message to him.

"Brother?

What are you doing in the center of the auditorium? "

Then you saw him say something to the other person, and when he raised his wrist to check his optical computer, his expression suddenly relaxed, and he became the brother you were familiar with.

Your optical computer vibrated, and you opened the message —

"I want to speak as a representative, what's wrong?"

You looked at the message, looked up at your brother in the center of the auditorium, and lowered your head to send the message.

"It's nothing."

"Brother, you have to do your best."