So Ordinary I Want to Be Recognized

"I probably met once. What's the matter?"

"Do they look like..." Chisenchi asked curiously.

"In terms of appearance...it's pretty similar..."

"Huh? What about your personality?"

"There is a little difference in personality." The teenager recalled, "Her sister is a little more outgoing, and she always gives people the feeling of a social expert."

"Eh? Is this the so-called elder sister's advantage? I heard that the elder sister in the family is better at this than the younger sister."

"It sounds like this..." Saying this, Mizutaka suddenly seemed to remember something, and patted the back of his hand, "By the way, there is another significant difference..."

"What... place." The little girl's voice suddenly sank.

However, the young man who fell into some kind of sharing impulse did not realize the change in her tone. He just stared blankly at the repeated screen in the camera, and continued his breaking news: "The body of the minister's sister is bigger than the minister's." But it's much better. If we want to talk about the advantages of the eldest sister, should we also include this point..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Chisenichi pretended to cough on purpose.

"What's the matter, are you feeling unwell?" Mizunzuo turned his head suspiciously, and then...

The next moment, he saw a pair of blue eyes staring at him with the eyes of the dead.

He was dumbfounded all of a sudden.

"Brother Yonejin..." Hina Mori whispered softly, "Apologize now."

"I'm sorry, Minister!" The boy who reacted immediately lowered his head.

"My figure is not as good as my sister's, I'm really sorry..." The girl gave him a blank look, and stretched out her hands to take the camera that Xiao Qi struggled to hand over, "So, in order to express my deep apology, I decided to put all Preserve the precious video of Mr. Yuan, and enjoy it several times a day..."

"Please don't do this!"

"Not only that..." Putting the device and the foldable stand into the backpack, Yukino's voice made Mizuno's heart chill, "I think it would be more perfect to add some light and shadow special effects!"

"Don't polish a trampled soda can, Minister!"

"Are you suddenly awakened to the ability to make wonderful metaphors?" Xue Nai who packed up picked up her bag, pouted angrily, and then turned around, "Then, I'll go back first, both of you. "

"Goodbye, sister Yukinoshita!"

"Goodbye, Minister."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Beckoning casually, the girl who left first turned the door of the roof again.

Chapter 140 Eight Stand up! (over)

night.

Mizutaka, who put on the earphones, appeared on the rooftop again.

After vaguely taking pictures of the surrounding environment with his mobile phone, he stood up and clicked on a saved video.

That's... the videos that were captured this afternoon.

After returning home, Mizuno immediately asked Minister Yukino for these things.He plans to come here for some more practice after the regular study and game time is over.

After all, the deadline was approaching and he had to catch up.

Better yet... learn it in three days, leaving plenty of time to make videos.

Soon, the melody that had been repeated countless times sounded again in the earphones.

The boy closed his eyes, trying to focus himself.

Immediately after...

Again and again, he swayed his body awkwardly.

The sound of footsteps and the sound of whispering the beat rhythmically played in the quiet night.

It's funny, but not ugly at all.

At least, in the eyes of the two who appeared at the top of the stairs at some time, his appearance was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Sister Kato..." Hina Mori gently leaned against the girl beside her.

"..." The girl just gently stroked the back of the girl below her without saying a word, her eyes never leaving the solo dancing figure.

There was a gentle smile in the shining beautiful eyes.

In the afternoon three days later.

"Okay!" After setting up the camera at the door, Yukinoshita Yukino nodded to the boy inside.

Hearing this, Mizutaka pressed the play button on the phone, and... took a black cloth and wrapped it around his eyes.

This will help him better recall those dance moves that are close to muscle memory.

Then...

From the miniature speakers placed outside the door, and from the boy's earphones, the voice of "Nameless" sounded again.

In three days, for this young man with no talent, it is almost impossible to practice a dance well and beautifully....

Even if he practiced tirelessly every night, he still couldn't touch the perfect end.