Gentle thousand paper cranes

By MICHAEL ROUND

She was naive to think that if she gave her heart, it would be rewarded.By the reality of the blow I was forced to leave the big city, but God did not let me go, the accident quietly arrived, that loved me she died.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MICHAEL ROUND
• Release date: Jul 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088198858

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Chapter 1

From today on, Uncle Ben is the emperor of the Ice Emperor Academy.

On the podium, the swaggering freshman delegates were proudly asserting their authority.

His long matte blond hair reflected the rising sun in the east and flashed as he held his arms high.

It's dazzling! Alan Kumalagov lowered his head in a hurry and pressed the center of his nose to stop the tears that were almost flowing.

A boring back-to-school ceremony.

Overhead is a huge dome, beautifully painted in the pattern of a church. Alan Kumalagov, who was in a hurry to take his seat, had not yet been able to see exactly what was being painted.

She was not interested in the meaningless speech of the freshman representative that was echoing in the empty hall, and she wanted to study the intricate images on the dome, if she could. Were they images of angels or gatherings of saints?

It would have been nice to have taken a second look when we first came in.

It's too much to look up right now, and that smug guy up there will notice.

Alan Kumalagov does not want to cause unnecessary trouble, just entered the school freshmen, or better to be honest, like the guy on the stage as soon as the school is screaming everywhere to emphasize the sense of existence, after all, is not normal.

Alan Kumalagov can't do it anyway. Besides, I actually find him a little annoying for doing that.

She took a deep breath, fought the urge to yawn, twisted her neck slightly and glanced around in the corner of her eye.

She was not the only one who seemed bored in the huge auditorium, which held more than 1,000 teachers and students in the school. Through the cracks in the crowd, you can see that several boys are putting their heads together, whispering about something, looking at the frown, probably also dissatisfied with the freshman representative on the stage who talks a lot of talk.

The girls were full of admiration, looking up at the stage one by one, at least, Alan Kumalagov saw within sight of this piece of girls are so. She could no longer see any further, and the upturned faces blocked Alan Kumalagov's view to the far horizon.

No, there's another one.

When his eyes met, Alan Kumalagov saw that the mouth of the yawning girl was slightly drawn. The other person hesitated for a moment, and quickly lowered his eyes like a frightened animal.

With a slightly disappointed look back, Alan Kumalagov quietly observed the girl with a twisted skirt, sitting in another square, seemingly a girl from the next class.

What a pity, she glanced at the expectant young girls in her class. The same class is convenient to make friends, different classes, although you can also get to know, after all, it is not meaningful to successfully take the first step in life abroad.

We'll talk about it later. With this group of girls around the same class, the future life in the country, will be super boring. Alan Kumalagov wrung his fingers sulkily.

Despite this calculation in her mind, as the class team walked out of the auditorium, she could not help but secretly reach out to her phone to send an email to her childhood sweetheart who had the misfortune to be separated in the next class.

Na, na, there is a cute girl in your class with a high round hair, keep an eye out for me!; Thank you so much! Love you!"

In order to achieve this goal, strengthen the impression of childhood sweetheart, especially at the end of the letter to add a carefully calculated fleshly words. Press the button to send.

Ten seconds later, the phone vibrates in time.

Alan Kumalagov, you're crazy! The anger of his childhood friend came at him with the speed and force of a tennis ball.

A dead email does not actually fan through the cold LCD screen to Alan Kumalagov's face, but she imagifies the other person's jumping feet as she reads it.

Ten seconds later, the phone vibrates again.

I've seen her. I'll ask around for you. At the end, do not forget to add a personal attack to express the sender's dissatisfaction, Pervert, you are actually a lily!

You're the gay one!

Alan Kumalagov, seeing the current mood, is eager to throw the phone directly to the ground.

Concerned that the act was so high profile, and that he had raised eyebrows among his new classmates by secretly sending and receiving emails in line, Alan Kumalagov folded up his phone and slipped it quietly into his school uniform pocket.

Then she looked up.

I was struck in the head by a thunderbolt from the sky.

Just finished a full set of gorgeous show on the stage of complacency young slowly walked down the steps, as if no one walked into the front of the three good team.

He was an a student, too!

Alan Kumalagov, who superficially imagined the palace drama that was about to be staged in the class, suddenly felt a dark future in the class with such a showy human being who exuded the trouble spirit field and said that its existence was a big trouble.

She should have figured out how such a haughty teenager wouldn't choose Group A at the top of the alphabet!

If I'm not mistaken, this guy's student number is probably number one.

By the time he arrived at the classroom, Alan Kumalagov was once again deeply hating his own sanity.

Group a, number one, Keigo Kobe.

The moment she heard the name, she finally understood the source of the boy's inexplicable arrogance.

The rich is not necessarily the uncle, but the generous must be the uncle.

When he got the letter, all the aunts and uncles said that Alan Kumalagov had seen good times.

When she applied to Kukuni, Ice Emperor was just one of many private high schools in Tokyo.

The facilities are ordinary, the students are ordinary, and the teachers are blessed by the board of directors who attach importance to the quality of teaching, which is superior in several private schools nearby. Therefore, with the ordinary results of her country's small period, it is not difficult to enter the middle of the ice Empire. In addition, the tuition fee of Ice Emperor is also medium in the private sector, which can be regarded as cheap and fine.

It's just a normal girl's best choice.

However, in the year that Alan Kumalagov was admitted to the Ice Emperor, someone who entered the school at the same time as her changed all that.

Kobe Keigo, who stood on the stage of the opening ceremony of the uninhibited youth laughing proudly, with the generous sponsorship of his family's company, just a spring break time, Ice Emperor Gakuen from an ordinary private middle school transformed into a first-class private school with excellent facilities and first-class teachers.

Also since that year, the difficulty and tuition price of Bingdi Academy have risen rapidly, and it is basically difficult to enroll without special recommendation. Some critics even called it a new rich family alongside famous noble private families such as Cherry Orchid and Sacred lily.

That, of course, is just the story of a feisty tabloid with a very limited reach.

Anyway, luckily or unhappily, Alan Kumalagov was one of the last ordinary middle school students to make it to the Ice Emperor with not very good grades.

Got the best of it.

Sanhao never denies this.

On April 1, accompanied by the cherry blossoms swirling in the wind, when she first walked into the gorgeous tall school gate, she was deeply shocked by the high meaning of the wrong board

Dazzling gilt door top, even decorated on its common European roll grass patterns are seiko fine work of the difference. As he passed the door, Alan Kumalagov carefully brushed his hands over the beautiful curves of the blameless lines, his cold, smooth hands unable to feel any of the common flaws in the plating.

It's so comfortable.

Alan Kumalagov likes smooth things without blemishes.

So every day to school, she is always willing to abandon the more convenient side door, from the girl army to meet the driver, struggling to pass, only to pass under the gorgeous and dazzling Zhengda door, you can quietly caressed the cold smooth steel barrier.

Such a faint and unspeakable perverted hobby.

In contrast, the elegant Western-style seating and the excellent variety of food in the student dining hall seem less shocking.

It is also since then that she deeply realized that she had entered a completely different world before she was aware of it. At that moment, Alan Kumalagov set a solid and indisputable tone for his life in the next three years in the country, and even his future high school and college career - low-key life.

The reason why I took a longer time in my life in this plan stems from the consistent academic system of Bingdi Academy. In line with the deep love of escorting students all the way into society, as long as no grades are too poor or make mistakes enough to remember, the entrance to the Junior Department of the Ice Emperor Academy means that you can rest easy all the way to the Ice Emperor University.

As a realist with a deep self-awareness of his own achievements and potential, Alan Kumalagov does not have any unrealistic fantasies about getting into Todai and kicking Waseda.

Moreover, the foundation of the Ministry of the Record at the expense of the type of sponsorship, until Alan Kumalagov saw the university, the current ranking of the ice Emperor University may have successfully promoted to a high deviation value of the fine university.

You got to hold on to what you got.

This is one of Alan Kumalagov's realist beliefs about life.

Thank you for your hospitality, the spendthrift king of the Trail.

The teenager on the platform did not know what to say, is unclear meaning of the jarring laughter, Alan Kumalagov saw subconscious hands together in front of the chest, making a pious gesture of worship.

As the saying goes, take a man's hand short. A little gratitude, it is easier to make her such a poor psychological balance, better for normal communication between students.

Is with the majesty of the world to sweep the class's proud eyes but no sign of the fixed frame in the godliness to thank her.

Alan Kumalagov shuddered at the glare that seemed to X-ray, or laser, a man through a hole.

Had my ill-intentioned thanks been seen through? No way. Didn't this guy grow up in England? Mind-reading is a specialty of the ancient Oriental civilization next door.

I was aware that my mind was spiraling out of control into the summer. The net was distorted, and Alan Kumalagov hurriedly ordered his overactive self to withdraw.

Before the reawakened Alan Kumalagov could judge the current situation and choose the best way to fool him, the eagle-eyed master would look away with reserved speed and speak slowly.

Group a of this year will undoubtedly be the example of the whole ice emperor's attention, each of you represents the image of Group a, all give me a good attention to their appearance!

Containing a variety of emotions such as disdain, arrogance, dissatisfaction, and so on, the very uncomfortable command words just dropped, the whole group A began to roar, everyone looked down and began to check their ties, hemlines, skirts.

Only Alan Kumalagov can be seen sitting motionless in his seat, no, it is more appropriate to describe it as stiff than upright.

There can be no doubt that it was her that Kobe was talking about. At the same time as saying that, the teenager on the stage also threw an extremely contemptuous look in her direction.

But...

On the first day of school, a key part of the shirt button was squeezed out in the auditorium, and in a hurry, you can only use the wrong button to avoid the big problem of spring together, which is clearly commendable urgent wisdom!

Moreover, the foundation of the trace Department, which sponsored the affairs of the Ice Emperor Academy on and off campus, should it take certain responsibility for the serious quality problem that the uniform button almost caused the freshmen to walk away!

Although the raging waves inside her almost made her angry and almost overturned the table, the warning line in her head called reason stopped the dangerous impulse in time.

Be patient.

See you, Alan Kumalagov.

She angrily tightened the school uniform jacket, silently made up two decisions in her heart.

First, after class, go to the activity room and move the button of the shirt bottom to the key part.

Second, for this Kobe Keigo student, from a little annoying to detour level!

Chapter 2

Good life just out of a little blurred face, it was a big thunder once split back to the restoration.

Is this lucky or unlucky?

Such profound and comparable blessing in disguise life thesis, Alan Kumalagov sees that the current level of crude can not be demonstrated and answered.

However, with her myopic vision, at least in recent years, this greatly improve their anti-mine level of the blow is still effective.

In the very short time of the first semester, she has mastered all kinds of survival wisdom, from reasonably maintaining good relations with classmates and living in Group a without being ostracized, to walking away from the arrogant eyes of the former student who disdained everything.

All this was unheard of in elementary school by the single idiot Alan Kumalagov.

Natural selection makes the fittest survive. Alan Kumalagov thinks evolution is indeed a miraculous discovery.

Na, na, crane see, trace of the high back of the adult good handsome ah ~~ lunch break, the empty classroom, the girl at the next table poked her arm and whispered a flower crazy.

Alan Kumalagov, a trainee, nodded his head and blurted out the boring security response he had repeated thousands of times, Yeah, super, super hot.

Can not help but consider in my mind that the adjective spirited is quite strange, and what other words are more appropriate.

In the middle of thinking, but saw the front of the classroom, that sitting on the throne of the momentum sitting on the simple chair, fully loaded and read the hardcover English books of the trace department Jingwu adult, is unclear, with carefully controlled speed to turn his head.

Could it be that listening to their conversation, the Uncle Ben was not satisfied with the crude and verbal praise?

Alan Kumalagov, who practiced a good skill of being struck by lightning and not moving, is not the girl who was worried about being seen through when he entered school.

At times like this, just...

Ah - four eyes relative saa, a repressed but not yet sharp cry cut the early summer air.

Are you looking at me? Oh, my heart aches because Lord Hibu is so handsome! Her hands cupped her cheeks, and her eyes filled with tears.

Alan Kumalagov, who was pinching his hand and preparing to make an unlooking expression, was suddenly hit in the face repeatedly by the swinging ends of the braid at the next table.

It is true that the object of such infatuation will be heartbroken. She thought helplessly as she dodged.

Sure enough, trace part suddenly congeals the brow, disdained to put aside the eyes.

Clearly is disgusted, the side of the know Huizi is still a face of excitement. For no other reason, the young master whose eyes were higher than his head rarely looked at people even in the same class where he studied together.

Being looked at as an idiot is not good, but as long as the good fool can hide in the crowd without getting into trouble, this price is too good.

It is with this belief that Alan Kumalagov even joined the ranks of the Kobe Keigo Support Group, a new form of community spontaneously formed by fellow girls.

Three days a week of club activities, mixed in the support group to cheer for the tennis department of the adult trace, screaming, clapping. To make a regular ideological report at the meeting of the support group, to express the admiration of his excellency. But also take a good speaking sense of proportion, neither too crazy have a tendency to want to trace the adult, nor lack of sincerity to appear to join the support group has other attempts.

It's just a lot of tearful self-torture.

Alan Kumalagov believes that in the long run, the mental depression can not be released, she will succeed in promoting to a member of the schizophrenic patients.

Fortunately, she still has her dear little flower.

Little flower, is the opening ceremony with her four eyes intersect the first girl, the next class of flowers round naive.

Drag that mouth is very bad childhood sweetheart Fu, in the class to stand firm in Alan Kumalagov soon and in class b flower wheel naive lead on the line.

It's Tsurumi's own fault. When Alan Kumalagov saw one hundred and one full of grievances dumped in front of the flower wheel innocence, the girl with the beautiful big eyes slowly attacked her.

If you hate Hibu so much, why join the support group? There are easier ways to live a secure life."

Flower wheel innocent voice like her own appearance, soft waxy waxy, gentle let the heart tickle. At this time, it sounded vaguely more ruthless. The unexpected blow left Alan Kumalagov speechless and unable to move.

Even if you are afraid of being excluded and have to join, there is no need to do so.

Flower wheel naive pointed at Alan Kumalagov to see the chest of the shining light of the exquisite badge, In fact, the backbone of the Ministry of Trace support group members hate the Ministry of Trace hate death. Well, if I hadn't known Tsurumi from the beginning, I would have really treated Tsurumi as a double personality."

Clutching the shameful badge, Alan Kumalagov stood up in pain, "Please... Will you stop talking about it?

Yes, in the past few months, she has not only shamefully joined the Trace Support Group, but also, in a very short period of time, ranked among the representatives of the important review group of the Trace Support Group.

Where there are girls, there is strife, and even Alan Kumalagov, a woman, has to admit that this is true. A support group full of girls, or girls who adore the same boy, is destined to be a place full of infighting and turbulence. During the factional strife, the balance of power, wonderful comparable to a modern Big Olympics.

No, Alan Kumalagov felt that her latest obsession with the neighboring palace drama The Golden Branch would be more vivid.

[In such a complex struggle situation, the number