It seemed to confirm my expectations. When passing by a stall, I found that there were neat rows of shoes next to me, with diverse styles, all based on girlish colors such as yellow and pink, and the girl squatting next to me was also very cute.


    Attracted by that, I secretly observed it.


    They set up a brand, which mainly shows that the shoes they sell are 80% new famous brands, and they hope to sell at a discounted price.


    80% new...that is, they are being passed through?


    I looked at the pairs of clean shoes that were wiped clean, and then corresponded to the young and tender faces of girls, imagining how these shoes once perfectly wrapped their feet and then were stepped on by them...


    Ah?


    Suddenly, I found that there were rolled up socks inside the shoes.


    Could it be...a gift?


    As the corners of my mouth twitched, I noticed that the girls selling shoes showed strange smiles.


    No wonder... Although it is a discount, if you look closely, the price of shoes is even more expensive.


    But I, I want to buy it!


    Although I have something else important to me, this thing is really attractive to me.


    When I put my hand into my pocket tremblingly—


    "I want to buy it!"


    "I want it too!"


    A group of gentlemen rushed to **** my shoes and socks away.


    And I stood there in a position of paying money.


    Humph, forget it.


    I went somewhere and that was my goal.


    The highlight of this week, besides the literary evening on Friday night, is the campus singer competition on Thursday. But that is not my focus. What I am busy with now is—


    "Hey, Takezawa Yu, are you ready?"


    "I''m fine... Where are you, Ziyuan?"


    "Hehe, I''m super good!"


    Looking at Zi Yuan standing in the backstage of this stage with a joyful look, I don’t know how to describe my mood anymore.


    This is the center of the square at the entrance of the school. In addition to the flea market, there is also a large stage around it.


    This is a semicircular stage with a white high wall behind it, which is still empty for the moment, but there is a big and suspicious shape of love, with a blank in the middle, specifically used for writing things.


    Confession wall...


    Rather than saying that this project is showing everyone a wall, I always feel that it is distorted by Baiji into a shameful activity like a public confession.


    Now I am still waiting behind Zi Yuan and I am not standing on the empty stage.


    However, although the show has not started yet, the word "confession" alone is very attractive to students in Sichun, so from the backstage, there are dozens of people standing and waiting in front of our stage, and passers-by are becoming more and more attracted.