I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I did my best. The results also follow.

I believed everything was going to be better.

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"Eulan,... what is it?

"Scheduling to Test"

"Is that so hard?

"It's not hard. But it takes time depending on what you do with procurement in the past."

"Why don't you ask the princess?"

"Mine. I don't know who to ask for Vio's help."

"Ahhh... you should ask the prince what you've never seen before"

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"Ssssssssshh...."

With his shredded and vanished expression, Gear turned away with an unexpected smile, seen with the lost eyes of the highlight. It seems that Yuran's landmines have been thrust through with other momentum. I've never felt the need to read the air, but I don't have a hobby to deliberately piss off a man with a bomb in his heart.

"... that's the last resort."

As Violet told me, there's no trouble between you two. Then it doesn't matter which way Yuran is between them. Whether Violet asks Claudia directly or Claudia is likely to take care of herself.

Yet the reason for thinking this way is biased against the self of Yuran, who does not want to leave them alone. That's why I work to pinch wisdom and secure another route. As a result, they have all lost, so it seems better to give up quickly in the eyes of the gear. I'm sure Yuran will be able to think more rationally if it's something else. This man's aversion to Claudia is tremendous, because it repeats the scratch that can only be wasted. In a sense, a comparable obsession with Violet.

(But, you're still better...?

Looking at the golden eyes, it is easy to imagine the conclusiveness between the two. The mediator who judged Gear to be "Yuran's best friend" came to give him extra information, and now I know that his imagination was correct. I couldn't understand the once rough hate, but I was convinced. I felt sorry for the prince and felt more troubled with Yuran.

Recently, hatred has become more palliative than before. I think that the concentration will remain unchanged just because I can see it.

It seems that Yuran is feeling something else now.

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I'm staring at something drawn in my brain with an eye that's going to stick my tongue in the future. Neither is it a man to consult on something, nor is it a man to ask the gear on purpose. Even if you are at a distance that seems to be your best friend, if you are told if you are close to your heart, no.

Gear smiled at Yuran, who glanced at us.

Hey, Yuran.

They don't interfere with each other, they don't have excessive expectations or trust, which is why they trust and understand as much as they see.

The best toy my intuition told me that day. A friend who writes off what Gear hates the most, the most.

"─ ─ Let me bore you."

I don't care what else. Use it as well as you like.

Whoever gets it, whoever gets hurt, whatever happens. It doesn't matter to the gear.

"... I don't know what you want."

"Hey, you're not gonna ask."

I am angry that there is no shadow in the face that smiles deeply and pleasantly. The distortion of what you're saying shouldn't be the same as Yuran, but the gear doesn't seem depressed. Because the way you see yourself living as you want is fundamentally different.

So, this is the real deal, but the customers are coming.

Tell Yuran, who looks at Yuran with frustration, what the requirements are now. I don't know about the gear to put the requirements behind me, but I also felt that there was a mistake in selecting the person I asked for. If I had been a normal student in the first place, I wouldn't have asked the gear for anything. As the impression of Sheena, who is recognized in this country, accepting the gear is not credible.

Does it mean that you chose the gear deliberately because you thought the gear would be suitable for Yuran's opponent? I can imagine the latter, and I'm happy with it. Then the gear won't say anything to the customer.

I had no idea and turned to the door where the client was. The shadow, which seems to have waited for the gear to achieve in a disciplined manner, breaks flowers happily with Yuran.

Apparently, the girl, who was the former, waved her hands small, causing her pure white hair to wander.