There's something wrong with my love tips

Chapter 192 Gray Peach

"Ling ring ring~"

As the bell rang, the students in the classroom sat back in their seats one by one. One seat at the back was left empty. A cool breeze blew into the room through the glass window, bringing gusts of coolness.

The female class teacher, who was wearing a neat uniform, walked in, looked around with a sharp gaze, waited for the students to quiet down, cleared her throat and said:

"Today, a new student joined our class. I think everyone is already familiar with her, so I won't introduce her in detail."

The female class teacher opened the classroom door and raised her arm to gesture inside, "Come in, Mochizuki."

A curvaceous young girl walked in, looked around the classroom calmly, and then bowed slightly out of courtesy.

"Please take good care of me in the new semester."

After saying this, ignoring the surprised voices of the students who were gradually reacting in the classroom, Mochizuki Maaya walked towards the rear window with ease, her long golden hair fluttering in the breeze behind her.

"Am I seeing right? That's Mochizuki Maaya."

"I thought she dropped out of school after not coming here for so long."

"Who isn't? Anyway, why do I feel like she looks a little different now?"

"You guys, you will think like this when you see any pretty female classmate, right?"

Walking to her seat, Mochizuki Maaya skillfully took out a tissue and wiped the table and drawer, then put her schoolbag away, fluently took out the textbooks she would use today, sat down, pressed her long hair behind her ears, and raised her face to look at the teacher in the middle of the podium.

In fact, it makes people feel that they look different, which is normal.

Because if it was the previous Mochizuki Maaya, she would probably continue to play the role of the handsome guy in the class, and then the self-introduction just now would not be so simple, and would definitely add some bright and lively feelings.

And now, under the guidance of Natsume Yuikawa, Mochizuki Maya has the courage to live a normal life here even without all the disguises.

The class passed quickly. When the bell rang and other students stood up to move around, Mochizuki Maaya was still sitting in her seat, holding the pen and taking notes seriously.

She hadn't been to school for a long time, and everything in the classroom was unfamiliar to her. It was very difficult to catch up with the progress only during class time. Therefore, she had to work hard outside of class as well.

When she was alone before, she never thought it was a big deal, but after being with Natsume Yuikawa, Mochizuki Maya began to feel the pressure.

Although it is difficult to change anything in this environment just by learning, there seems to be no other choice.

unless
My thoughts stopped because a few uninvited guests came into view. Mochizuki Maaya raised her face and greeted them calmly, saying, "Ishihara-san, Shimamoto-san, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, it's great that you still remember me."

The female student whom Mochizuki Maaya called Ishihara hugged her emotionally, "You haven't come to school for such a long time, and we can't get in touch with you. We were worried to death about you."

"My original phone is lost, so it's okay. Isn't this fine?"

While Mochizuki Maaya was talking back, she gently gestured to Ishihara to separate, wondering in her heart, was her relationship with her really that good?

Maybe it's because I used to pretend to be a hot girl and gave people the impression that I was more sociable.

Just as I was thinking about it, another Shimamoto classmate also spoke up. Compared to Ishihara, she seemed much quieter. She adjusted the bow tie at her collar with one hand and said with a slightly red face:
"I see. To be honest, there have been some rumors recently. Some people say that you are related to the Mochizuki family, which has many businesses. I guess you are the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family."

Upon hearing this, Mochizuki Maaya's pupils shrank for a moment, with a hint of anger flashing in them, which scared Shimamoto so much that he subconsciously took a half step back.

However, before the latter could stammer and try to explain, Mochizuki Maaya's expression quietly eased, and she explained in a calm tone:
"I'm sorry, this joke isn't funny to me at all. I'm just Mochizuki Maya. Is that what you came here to ask me?"

"Hey hey hey? Of course not!"

Ishihara immediately shook his head, secretly patted Shimamoto's hand and winked at him.

"terribly sorry!"

Shimamoto bowed several times frantically after she realized what was happening. Her face almost flushed completely. She hastily explained, "I just heard a lot of people say this so I was curious. I didn't mean to bother Mochizuki-san."

"Yes, you don't know how outrageous the rumors have been during this period. Some people even said that you inherited the Mochizuki family's property and became a rich lady." Ishihara also echoed.

Mochizuki Maya's eyes flickered, and she finally lowered her head to look at her textbook again, "It's fake. Do I look like a young lady when I look at me like this?"

"This"

Ishihara and Shimamoto followed her words and looked at Mochizuki Maaya together. They said hesitantly, "I see. But to be honest, Mochizuki-san is so beautiful. Even if I imagine what a young lady looks like, it seems that she is just like this."

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought too. I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that Mochizuki-san has become more beautiful. Not only is her skin white with a hint of red, but even..."

Shimamoto's voice gradually lowered, and he leaned close to Mochizuki Maaya's ear and whispered, "Even your buttocks seem to have become rounder and more perky. Mochizuki-san, do you have any tips for growth?"

"Freeze said."

Mochizuki Maaya's ears turned slightly red. For the first time, she realized the disadvantage of playing the role of a hot girl before. It was that it allowed Shimamoto-san to ask her these tough questions without any pressure. How should she answer them?
The skin becomes more radiant and delicate, which may also be due to the relief of the depressed mood, but the buttocks.
You can't just say that this is the result of Natsume Weichuan's hard work yesterday, right?
"How can this be my credit? This is all the result of your careful teaching."

Natsume Yuikawa took the test paper with only a few parts marked with red lines, and nodded with a smile. "Excessive modesty can sometimes make people feel hypocritical, Natsume-san."

Sakurai Airi put the red pen she used for marking into the pen holder, and while replying, she took out a few tissues and wiped the beads of sweat from her smooth forehead.

"Of course I'm not being modest, otherwise my English grades wouldn't be so bad before I met you."

Natsume Weichuan unfolded the corrected test paper and took a few glances at it. As he said before, he had no talent for learning languages. The reason he was able to achieve such results in a short period of time was due to the bonus brought by his favorability.

After several recent experiments, he was pleasantly surprised to find a conclusion, that is, in areas such as learning, the bonus is not simply to shorten the time it takes to achieve the same results, but rather a bonus to understanding.

To give a specific quantitative example, for example, the difference between comprehension level 6 and comprehension level 9, although it seems to be only a 50% improvement, the things that can be perceived may be several levels apart.

If you max out the bonus, wouldn't you become a true genius?

Thinking of this, Natsume Weichuan looked at Sakurai Airi as if he was looking at a huge gold mine.

It’s a pity that she can only learn foreign languages ​​with Sakurai Airi now. I wonder if she has any other areas of expertise?
Sakurai Airi had just put down her sweat-wiping hands and hadn't even bothered to throw away the tissue when she felt the boy's gaze on her. It was as if it was burning hot, and made her heart tremble subconsciously.

That's right, that was a longing look. If it was in a classroom, she could probably say it was a yearning for knowledge, but now there were only her and Natsume Yuikawa in the room.

In this case, there must be other ideas, right?
Sakurai Airi murmured to herself, twisting and turning on the spot as if sitting on pins and needles, while at the same time, her eyes glanced around her body in confusion.

When she saw that her white shirt was bulging and became transparent due to sweat, and she could vaguely see the dark fabric underneath, she opened her mouth slightly in panic, raised her hand and then put it down, not knowing what to do.

Natsume Yuikawa hadn't realized it at first, but because of the movements of Sakurai Airi in his sight, his consciousness gradually returned to reality from his expectations for the future, and finally fell on that pair of plump breasts like melons.

In the past, the curves outlined through the shirt looked spectacular, but now the white shirt has absorbed enough sweat and sticks to the skin with almost no gaps, allowing Natsume Weichuan to see some attractive flesh color at just a quick glance.

Such a hazy scene was even more eye-catching, so much so that Natsume Weichuan couldn't help but feel an urgent desire to take off the button that had borne too much pressure and help it regain its freedom.

"Natsume! Don't look at me. Turn around quickly."

Sakurai Airi's face turned even redder this time.

From her perspective, her mind went almost blank when she was met with such an unscrupulous gaze from Natsume Yuikawa. She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her eyes, but when she saw that Natsume Yuikawa still showed no sign of turning away, she hurriedly took out a few more tissues from the tissue box on the table.

You don't want to turn, right? Okay, I'll turn.

Thinking of this, Sakurai Airi turned around holding the tissue, supported herself on the back of the chair with one hand, unbuttoned her collar, and leaned over to clean it.

However, Sakurai Airi seemed to have forgotten one thing in her haste, and that was the posture she maintained. Although it did prevent Natsume Yuikawa from seeing her wet shirt, the position at the back became more prominent.

The real version is that you only care about the beginning and not the end.

Any living thing will pay special attention to moving things. Natsume Weichuan's gaze was no surprise. He stared at the gray suit that was stretched into a more rounded curve, and for a moment he was strongly aware of the fact that summer was coming.

Otherwise, why would he feel so thirsty? And it seemed as if there was a stream of heat rising from the ground through the soles of his feet.

In the sight, Sakurai Airi's upper body was bent forward, and she was concentrating on wiping the sweat off her face. As for the gray dress, it was stretched up slightly, and it looked round and plump, and it looked very elastic.

In particular, a deep arc was outlined between the soft gray fabric of the dress, and Natsume Weichuan moved his index finger subconsciously.

I really want to know what it would feel like if I swiped my finger from top to bottom smoothly like swiping a card.

Sakurai Airi's attention is now on herself. Because she can't see Natsume Yuikawa when she turns around, the tension in her heart has eased a lot.

She carefully pressed the opening of her shirt to the sides and wiped the sweat bit by bit with a tissue, leaving no inch of her skin untouched.

Some little knowledge in life: in most cases, the whiter the skin, the easier it is to sweat. This is because sweating is also a process of excreting toxins, so it will make people whiter. Sakurai Airi is one of them.

The sweaty skin was white and almost transparent, and gave off a warm feeling. Every time a tissue was used to wipe it, the annoying sweat was removed, but a faint red mark was always left on the skin, which looked quite vivid and attractive.

Summer is coming soon. If this continues, I might have to bring a special sweat towel with me when I go in. Sakurai Airi thought to herself and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

This is only a temporary solution. The uniform is already very thick, and adding another layer inside will definitely make you sweat more easily. If you also get some odor on it,
When she thought of this, she couldn't go on anymore. Sakurai Airi looked down and found that her snow-white skin had been stained red. It looked so crystal clear and smooth that even she thought it was beautiful.

She hurriedly took another clean tissue and pressed it on top, then Sakurai Airi buttoned up her shirt, took a deep breath, and turned to face Natsume Yuikawa.

"Okay, where were we just now?" Sakurai Airi asked with a slightly blushing face.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the temperature in his eyes seems to have become higher?
"I was just talking about the results of my mock test." Natsume Weichuan reluctantly looked away and replied.

The shirt couldn't dry completely in such a short time, but the soft and plump white fruits had been hidden deep inside, and if I looked at them again, I would be accused of being offensive in vain.

"Well, let's continue the conversation."

Sakurai Airi buried her head in the test paper, as if it could give her strength, and said in a very official tone: "I have seen your progress. As long as you don't slack off during this period, I believe it won't be a problem to get a good ranking in the monthly exam. In this way, I can talk to you about other things without worry."

Sakurai Airi paused for a moment, raised her eyes and looked at Natsume Yuikawa tentatively, and asked, "Do you remember what I said last time, that my mother wants to see you?"

(End of this chapter)