Guarding sweetheart's blackened Asian dream

The next day, the school—

"Huh, huh, I'm late..." Yameng ran wildly holding her schoolbag. . . . . .

"Who told Yameng that he didn't sleep well yesterday and kept thinking wildly...and won't let that group of people send him off this morning!" Dong Shuang also flew terribly.

Rebellious shook his hair and said softly, "Trouble. Hop! Step! Jump!"

“诶？！啊呀呀呀呀呀呀！——。。。。。。”亚梦飞快地跳过一座又一座墙，冲进了教室。

"Cool and hot!" The eyes of the whole class shifted to Yameng.Of course, Wei Shi and Zhi Xin would not look at her. . . . . .

"..." In addition to rebellion, three black lines [==|||] dropped from the heads of other sweethearts and Yameng.

"Ahem, I'm free, Mori-san... go to your seat..." Nikaido was about to close the door of the classroom when he felt the power of rebellion.

"Hush—teacher, keep it a secret~" Rebellious actually made a move that only Xiaosi would do! ! !Nikaido blushed! ! !There is wood! ! !There is wood! ! !

At this time, Yameng looked up: "Who are you talking about?"

"Yes... Sora Mori-san?..." Nikaido responded.

"My surname is not Youkongsen." Yameng closed the door.

"Hinamori-san?......" Nikaido shuddered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nikaido. My surname is Sakurai." Yameng smiled, walked to the seat and sat down.

"What?!" "How could the cool and hot Mrs. Hinason do it?..." "What did Mrs. Hinasen say just now?" "Sakurai! I heard you!" "Ah?! ""Sakurai is not..."

At this time, the images of Yameng and Beilu have been transformed [Guigui: The spell is kept secret~(pia)].She took Limo's hand, stood up suddenly, and said:

"From today, no, maybe it started the day I was born, I, Sakurai Ameng, and Sakurai Rima, have never been named Hinasen! Never been named Majo! We are not what we used to be It's Nasenia Yume and Majo Rima! That's all I have to say."

"Ya Meng..." Li Mo looked at Ya Meng worriedly.

"Limo. Don't worry. That was just an image transformation." Yameng asked Limo to sit down, and sat down herself.

"Is it just an image transformation..." Li Mo lowered her head.

Yameng looked at Weishi with the last ray of hope, unexpectedly, Weishi was chatting and laughing with Zhixin, not paying attention to what Yameng said just now.

"Wei Shi... You really don't look at me?... I... I'm leaving..."