Authorized by Red Bean Lady
Natsuki Tsubaki, a 3rd year student at Sakuragaoka High School, is affiliated with the Art Department and has a cheerful and positive athletic department. She is in love with the same grade and lives next door to the Aome Takemase Hukou Yu, but she has not been able to express her heart frankly. You, a grass-level character at Sakuragaoka High School, is the president of the Film Research Department, handsome in appearance, intelligent in appearance, gentle and smiling eyes, and has an addictive charm.

One day after school, Natsuki's cheeks were crimson and hot, her heart was beating wildly to the point of pain in her chest, and she stared straight at Aomei Zhumayou, who couldn't help but hold her breath, and confessed to him, "I've always liked you since a long time ago." ”
Xia Shu's sudden confession caught You's face red by surprise, and his brain fell into a transient lack of oxygen, and he could only freeze in place when he could not react for a while. In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Natsuki said in a hurry that this confession was just a joke, just a confession rehearsal, and then asked You to be the object of her confession.
Being chosen by Natsuki as the object of the confession rehearsal, but not the real confession object, it feels as if the heart is being held by someone, which makes You realize his feelings for Natsuki. How to say love lightly, afraid of rejection, so can not summon up courage, in the face of love, you do not seem to be able to become more frank with yourself. Even though he knew that Natsuki might have a true destiny, You still had a priority in natsuki's affairs. You take good care of the summer tree carefully, just like the nature of the air, how can such a good make the summer tree not like it.
Natsuki finally decides to end the previous confession rehearsal, which is the last and true confession to You. However, You misunderstands Natsuki's intentions, thinking that Natsuki is going to confess to his true destiny, and secretly said to Natsuki, "I can go, the confession practice is over, I wish you success in confessing." ”
Natsuki was dazed at You's reaction, and seeing that she was ready to leave You, she caught up with You with an arrow and grabbed his wrist to successfully make You stop. Natsuki cried out in the face of the unresponsive Shadow, "My so-called confession rehearsals are all fake!" I really like you, like it to the point of not being able to! I...... I...... It's not like a girl should have, she loves jealousy, she doesn't like to date often, she's very willful, and she gets out of control because of some stupid things... Although I am such a girl, I still hope that you can associate with me. ”
Natsuki did her best to confide in You, and at this moment her tears spilled out of her eye sockets like broken beads. Hearing Natsuki's sincere confession, Yu looked back like an electric shock, stared round at Natsuki, and looked at Natsuki with a pair of eyes with a strong will, saying, "Who else but me?" Then Yuichi took Natsuki into his arms. Finally, Natsuki and You finally broke through the relationship between Aomei Bamboo Horse and became true boyfriend and girlfriend.
There is a sentence in the poem "Long Gan Xing" by the poet Xian Li Bai, "Lang rides a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to get green plums," which is exactly the portrayal of You and Xia Shu. Since when did the two of them see only each other in their eyes? Since she was a child, You, like a knight by Natsuki's side, silently guarded her. Time flies, the seasons flow, the deep and shallow traces of those years, and the memories that cannot be frozen are vividly remembered.
Ideals and love can explode with nuclear fusion-like energy, and youth is destined to have sparks, dazzling and dazzling, as if it will make the heart burn to the point of burning everything. Green plum bamboo horse, two small no guess. A little spirit, a lifetime of affection. Affection, love. You are the most beautiful encounter of my life, and I only wish to draw the earth as a prison in your heart.