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Chapter 81 After-school Tutoring
[It is detected that Tachibana Miyuki's favorability has increased, and it is currently: 64 (This feeling that is deliberately suppressed due to external resistance is like a bud in the cracks of a rock. It can grow with just some beautiful aspirations, but if it wants to truly break through the rock, it may need watering from rain)]

[Because the favorability with Tachibana Miyuki is over 50, this exercise will give you an additional bonus equal to the favorability value, currently 64% (it is estimated that it will take another two hours to increase your physical fitness by +1 at the same intensity. Note: Natural exercise has a marginal effect, and the additional improvement is not affected by this)]

After successfully receiving the notification that the training effect had been improved, Natsume Yuikawa, who was already a little tired from the training, seemed to have been re-energized. He wiped the sweat off his face and immediately said, "Sister Tachibana, please continue."

"Eh? You just started begging for mercy, do you want to continue?"

Tachibana Miyuki's condition at this time was not much better than his. Her face was slightly red, and tiny beads of sweat were pouring out from the surface of her taut skin, sliding down her cheeks, neck and body. Her fair and tender skin was moistened by the sweat and had a natural luster. If you took a sniff, you could even smell a subtle fragrance.

Although she spent most of her time instructing Natsume Yuikawa apart from the demonstration, the mental effort seemed to be more tiring than physical effort alone. After a while, she felt a little overwhelmed.

However, since it was Natsume Yuikawa's request, Tachibana Miyuki hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Okay, just one last time."

"No, I won't stop until my body reaches its limit and there's not a drop left."

"Hmm?"

Mochizuki Maaya was sitting on the sofa with her head supported by one hand. She suddenly looked down and was suddenly brought back to reality from the scene in her dream.

Her closed eyes slowly opened, her long eyelashes fluttered unconsciously twice, and her confused gaze finally focused again.

It turns out that everything that just happened was just a dream.

Thinking of her bold remarks just now, she felt her cheeks getting hot. Although she felt ashamed, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

But precisely because of this, as soon as a faint smile appeared on her face, a string of crystal clear water droplets fell due to the changing movements.

Mochizuki Mayaya noticed something strange and quickly took out a tissue from the table to wipe it. Then she looked around vigilantly and found that there was no one behind her. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief with some fear.

Fortunately, Natsume Yuikawa is not here, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.
The fulfilling and enjoyable weekend is over, and before we have time to feel sad about its departure, Monday, which is a torturous Monday for most students and office workers, has arrived.

Natsume Weichuan was not originally on the list, but when the last self-study class in the morning was about to end, Melancholy Monday handed him an invitation to join the party.

"Natsume-san, the results of this English quiz are out."

In the office, Sakurai Airi put down a test paper from in front of her, and her eyes were able to see Natsume Yuikawa in front of her, while the latter's sight was gradually climbing over a silver snow-capped peak.

Whether leaning over or standing up, it looks so prominent. Is it open?

After finally taking his eyes off the bulging shirt, Natsume Yuikawa looked at Sakurai Airi's worried face and had a rough guess about his own results.

“How bad?”

"Very bad." Sakurai Airi answered briefly and turned the test paper over. About one-third of the questions were marked with red pen.

"Although it was an in-class test and no score was given, based on my memory of marking the papers, I guess I probably won't even make it into the top 30."

There are only more than 30 people in the class. Why don't you just say it's the last one?
However, even though he complained in his heart, Natsume Weichuan was also quite surprised by the result.

Although he said that his English grades were poor, in fact, compared with other subjects, he was basically ranked in the middle level in his original school.

Excluding the reason for poor performance, it seems that the higher average grade point average of students in Zaomu Middle School is also a factor.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I've tried my best, but the test was taken just one week after the start of school, so my hard work has not yet been transformed into actual results, otherwise I wouldn't be so far behind." Natsume Weichuan thought for a moment and explained.

"But if we continue like this, the monthly exam will be coming soon."

After hearing his words, Sakurai Airi leaned forward a little, and the shirt on her chest was pressed against the edge of the desk and was deformed.

She raised her palm and counted her fingers one by one, and said to Natsume Yuikawa, "If you are sick, you need to ask the doctor for medicine. If your grades are bad, you need to ask the teacher for tutoring. This is all natural. Natsume-san, there is no need for you to resist this."

Just as the example given by Sakurai Airi, her earnest look was just like that of an old doctor who was incompetent in treating patients.

After hearing her words, the failed test result was like a rapid-fire seconds. Natsume Yuikawa didn't have much confidence to refute, so he could only say:
"I'm not resisting, but helping the teacher was just a piece of cake, so I think this kind of reward from the teacher is a bit too much."

"how could be?"

Hearing that Natsume Yuikawa's attitude had wavered, Sakurai Airi's eyes lit up, and she said with a look of joy:
"No one will disturb you here. Come to this office to find me during self-study classes. As for rest days, I will decide whether to come to your home for tutoring based on your learning results."

hiss.
Natsume Weichuan felt a little headache after listening to this, but when he raised his eyes, he noticed a blush on Sakurai Airi's face.

[Oh, this woman blushed, does she like you? Of course not, Sakurai Airi is extremely bad at getting along with men, which makes it difficult for her to fall in love, but it is precisely because of this that she seems to want to overcome this shortcoming by tutoring you. Since her gratitude has changed, there is no need for you to pretend to be a gentleman now. ]

What do you mean by pretending? It’s good in the first place!

After saying goodbye to Sakurai Airi, Natsume Yuikawa walked out of the office. The bell for the end of school at noon had just rung, and the corridor was filled with hungry students who did not bring their own lunch boxes.

Looking at the sea of ​​people, I thought that there would be a long queue to buy lunch at this time, so I decided to go to the classroom and wait for a while.

Unexpectedly, when I walked to the adjacent class, I saw Nanase Ayami waiting at the door of their classroom from a not close distance.

Nanase Ayami stared at the students passing by with eyes as clear as glass marbles. When she saw Natsume Yuikawa, her slightly frowned brows immediately relaxed.

She jumped on the spot excitedly, waved and said, "Here! Natsume-san!"

(End of this chapter)