Fast Travel System: Male God Raiders 101 times

Chapter 595

I shook my head slightly and replied, "Nothing."

The An Yun before would not ask me what I am thinking now.As if slowly groping in the dark, we have gradually confirmed each other's intentions from just a formal communication.

Even if it is a small matter, whenever you feel in doubt, ask the other person.The one who brought this up is me.

Because both me and An Yun seem to have some barriers to communicating with others.We didn't open our mouths to each other, we just tried to test each other, we went straight to think about things, but we blindly missed them.

An Yun lowered his head and said in a low voice as he walked, "It's rare that people ask about it."

Judging from An Yun's personality, she asked me what I was thinking after making a lot of determination.She is good at writing articles in the form of novels, but not good at speaking.

"Nothing... just thinking that we didn't have a deep friendship at the beginning, but we unknowingly evolved into this kind of relationship... or something."

Seeing An Yun pouted unhappily, I had no choice but to explain.

It feels like An Yun has become a bit difficult to deal with recently.

How to react would be a headache for me - she seems to have such a self-consciousness.

Thinking of An Yun, who hadn't dated me two years ago, was like another person.

It's An Yun by my side at the moment, but it's not An Yun, an illusion like this.

The An Yun I like is more sensitive, more dreamy, and less worldly.

However, if I say that I don't like the current An Yun, it's not like that.

Is it because I change with An Yun's changes; or is it because I like An Yun so much that even if there are some changes, I won't hate her?
Anyway, I like An Yun anyway.

While thinking about this, I glanced at An Yun. An Yun didn't know why he was happy, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?"

This time I asked her instead.

An Yun looked up at me and replied, "...it's nothing."

"This is so deceitful..."

Hearing my words, An Yun smiled lightly again.

"If I become a fraud, will you... hate me?"

A little afraid of her.

Really—even that is deceitful.

I don't like that kind of smile the most.An Yun knew that I couldn't resist her smile.

"Yes, I don't hate it..."

"That's good."

A smiling face like this is so cute that it makes your teeth itch.

"So? What are you thinking?"

"It's a little fun."

"What's wrong?"

"Because we were thinking the same thing."

Although she said that, I couldn't understand it for a moment.After thinking about it for a while, I finally remembered what I just said.

"...It's incredible."

"Well, I think so too."

The front of the line of sight saw the station.

I always feel that An Yun's pace has slowed down.I also realized that I was shrinking my steps to match her.

I really want to go somewhere like this two people together.

Such thoughts flashed through my mind.

We meet each other at school every day, and we usually go for a stroll during holidays.Even so, I still feel that it is not enough, and I hope to spend more time with An Yun.

"That's right... that..."

When I arrived at the station, I murmured in a low voice, but An Yun behind me stopped immediately.

An Yun was staring at the signboard of a store.

I followed suit.

The smell of baking bread wafts around.

"Mir Bakery..."

As An Yun said, "Mir" was indeed written on the board.

I remembered that the library teacher had indeed mentioned that the bread in this store is delicious. At this moment, An Yun suggested: "Would you like to go in and have a look?"

Although I didn't understand why, I still nodded in agreement.I always feel a bit reluctant to part before I finished speaking, and she doesn't seem to hear what I just whispered.

Could it be that An Yun also heard about this store from the librarian and became interested?
While thinking about such things, I chased An Yun, who was walking fast, as if being dragged away.When the door of the store was pushed open, the doorbell rang softly.

A small but elegant shop with trays of what appear to be freshly baked breads.

Quite a design space.

(End of this chapter)