Chapter 430 The Pearl is covered with dust

Author: My big tree is endless

Chapter 430 The Pearl is covered with dust

"Will you meet your parents when you go to your house at this time?"

Taking the elevator all the way up, Kurosawa Hikaru suddenly thought of something and couldn't help asking.

To visit your girlfriend's house, this is definitely an invitation that many boys cannot refuse.

But this is not all a good thing, because it would be embarrassing to think about it if you meet your parents.

Unlike boys' parents, most of them are happy when they see their son bringing their girlfriend home. Girls' parents are hard to react when they see their daughter bringing their boyfriend home.

After all, there is a big difference between the two. The former is that the son has grown up and finally gets a cabbage, while the latter is that the daughter has grown up and is still being robbed by a pig.

"My parents are both in Hokkaido, not in Tokyo."

Miki Baiyu was carrying a small bag, her legs stood together, and shook her head slightly.

"Do you live alone?"

Kurosawa Hikaru only read one meaning between her lines.

"Uh-huh."

Miki Baiyu raised his hand and stroked his hair, lowered his head, a little twisted and nervous.

After receiving this affirmative answer, Kurosawa Hiroshi was not sure whether he was happy or what to do.

From this point of view, she went to the capital to go to school like herself.

This is a very common situation. Leaving your hometown to go to college. In contrast, before college, you usually choose not far from home.

For a moment, there was a little cold inside the elevator.

Not long after, the elevator arrived at the corresponding floor.

"Does the senior live with his parents?"

Let’s walk out of the elevator together, Miki Baiyu continued the topic just now.

"They are in their hometown, and I came to Tokyo to study alone."

"The senior's hometown seems to be in Shizuoka?"

"How do you know where my hometown is?"

Kurosawa Hiro looked sideways. His hometown was not a secret, but he never mentioned it.

In fact, he still had a doubt that he could not solve, how did Miki Baiyu find his house before.

"Because the seniors are very popular in the first grade, I heard from others."

Miki Baiyu suddenly felt a little nervous when facing his gaze.

This was not something she found out specifically, or was asking someone to ask, but she was indeed listening to someone inadvertently.

Unlike boys who gather together, the topics are so widespread, involving astronomy, geography, and international situations. When girls are together, 90% of the topics are centered around men.

Distance produces beauty, and many students in the Literature Department have longing and favors for senior Kurosawa.

"You are also very popular in the second grade."

Seeing her panicked look, Kurosawa Hikaru didn't ask and smiled.

Although she didn't know what method she used to find her own home, his address was not a secret place.

Because when she came to him, he had already become famous in the National University Bow Road Competition.

Perhaps his real name is not the same as the phenomenon of zero hour influence, but it is not surprising that someone knows his address when he is famous.

"Have you heard from others about me?"

While talking, Miki Baiyu stopped in front of a door and took the key from his bag, and said curiously.

"Yes, I have."

Seeing her movements, Kurosawa couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Although it was not the first time he had been to a girl's house... For example, he had been to Sister Chizuru and Miss Runa's house.

But the Okamoto 001 I saw this morning gave him a strong impact on his young heart and is unforgettable.

Maybe it's not going to a hotel now, but following Miki Baiyu back home, but he feels like he's taken to a room by a girl.

This is different from the first time I met Xiaoyuki and went to a hotel to check in... because he knew very well at that time that it was just a show.

"What have you heard?"

Miki Baiyu took out the key and opened the door.

"Do you remember the first time we met, and I was wondering why you didn't know me?"

When asked about this, Kurosawa Hikaru paused for a few seconds before touching his nose.

"Remember."

Looking back on the first encounter, Miki Baiyu's mouth tilted lightly.

The first few meetings with her senior were all beautiful memories for her.

"This is not because I claim to be very famous, but a friend of mine told me that Miki, a junior from the Literature Department, wanted to invite me to go out with me, and said you like me. So after I met you, I found that you had no impression of me, and I felt strange. But after I met you, I realized that after seeing your reaction, I realized that this was not the case at all, it was all fake."

It was impossible to explain this at the beginning, but now that Kurosawa Hikaru is not afraid of saying it now.

After all, this is the fact, and it was not his doing it, it was his friend's fault.

"Although this is not true, I like the seniors' affairs, it's not fake."

Miki Baiyu didn't care much about the rumors about others, but just opened the door and looked back and smiled.

"oh……"

Even though Kurosawa is used to seeing beautiful women, he still feels moved when facing such a smile.

Because her white hair is like the fairy's hair, delicate, soft and dense, swinging in the air, and the fragrance is everywhere.

The key is that her straight ball attack was a feeling of being liked by a beautiful girl, which made people very happy.

"Senior, please come in."

"I've been disturbed."

Kurosawa Hikaru walked into the house first and said out of politeness.

"There is no one else at home, so don't be so reserved."

Miki Baiyu closed the door at this time, turned around and came to his side.

"good."

Kurosawa Hikaru is not actually reserved, but is based on various etiquettes of neon.

Immediately afterwards, they took off their shoes, changed into slippers, and stepped onto the corridor and walked to the living room.

"Please sit for a while."

When he arrived at the living room, Miki Baiyu invited him to sit down in front of the sofa, then turned around and walked away.

Kurosawa Hikaru didn't care about this, just sat on the sofa and looked at the home.

This apartment is quite large, even bigger than the apartment he rented. It is estimated that it is a three-bedroom, two bathrooms, one kitchen and one living room. Unlike many people who come to Tokyo, they can only live in one bedroom.

The overall decoration is nothing special, similar to common apartments, but some of the decorations are quite personal.

For example, there is a vertical shoe cabinet with several pairs of slits on it. The sizes are from small to large. It is obviously the shoes that Miki Baiyu has worn since childhood, but she did not throw them away, but kept them.

There are also some posters on the wall and many photo frames are framed. They are all photos of Miki Baiyu wearing Costen before, some are cute and some are beautiful.

The poster on a wall seemed to be able to see her growth trajectory.

After a while, Miki Baiyu walked back into the living room, holding a small tray in his hand, two glasses of ice water, as well as some biscuits and fruits.

When guests come to visit, they must prepare tea first.

If a friend with a very good relationship and is very familiar with your home environment, you can treat it as your own. If you want to drink water, you will pour it down yourself. If you are hungry, you will find something to eat by yourself.

“Did you arrange these?”

Seeing her running to take the water, Kurosawa Hikaru was not surprised, but after meeting her, he said curiously.

"It was arranged by my parents...I want to tear it down, but he is not sure."

Miki Baiyu shook his head and walked forward helplessly.

This apartment was not rented, but bought. After all, she had to participate in competitions before and needed to run around.

"Why should I remove it?"

Kurosawa Hikaru was originally looking for topics casually, but when he heard this reaction, he was a little puzzled.

"Because I can't go back..."
To be continued...