I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 122 The criteria for a good match can be broad
It turned out that Cheng Yingzi was arguing for Ye Yingxue.

Makoto Jingu didn't expect this.

Are female high school teachers in island countries still responsible for blind dates?

Should be a special case.

God's preference for people is directly proportional to their appearance.

When locking the door of the activity room, Jingong Makoto imagined himself standing with Ye Yingxue in his mind.

'It's a good match. '

A handsome guy and a beautiful girl are really a good match.

He also imagined himself standing with Miss Xiaoxiang.

'It's a good match too. '

It is also suitable for extremely handsome guys and plump and sweet girls.

The self in front of the fantasy camera did not move, and Miss Xiaoxiang quietly turned into Teacher Sanada who had just left the house.

'It's also a good match. '

Sure enough, a handsome boy is suitable for all beauties.

Finally, he focused his attention on imagining the following picture.

Holding Miss Xiaoxiang in her arms, Ye Yingxue on the left is smiling slightly, leaning her head gently on her shoulder; Teacher Sanada on the right is holding her arm, showing a gentle and beautiful smile.

'This is the perfect match! '

Sure enough, galgame is the most suitable.

'I wonder how much it would cost to develop a beautiful girl game? '

Walking out, Jingu Makoto made a mental calculation.

If Ye Yingxue can make 8000 million yen for herself, she will not buy a house first, but use [-] million yen to develop a galgame. The plot and logic are not important. The most important thing is that the image of the three heroines must be consistent with The three of them are exactly the same.

The game is not released, so I only play it by myself.

That is the greatest joy in life!
The premise is that Miss Xiaoxiang can't find out, otherwise it's easy to die.

YY wanted to realize the ultimate dream of a handsome guy in Tokyo in the Two-dimensional world, and he walked out of the teaching building.

At five o'clock in the afternoon in early May, the sky was still bright, and the wind in early summer rustled the leaves, which was gentle and warm, and the shade of the trees became more sticky and dense.

The two unusually tall century-old beech trees at the front end of the boulevard looked more majestic, and a black limousine was parked outside the school gate in the distance.

It is rare to see parking at the front entrance, and Silver Star High School's parking lot is at the back entrance.

A few students who went home early were very curious about the car and looked back from time to time, but Jingong Makoto saw at a glance that it was Xiaoxiang's exclusive car-Rolls-Royce Phantom.

He sat.

He didn't leave school at the usual [-]:[-] because Sister Xiaoxiang was waiting for him.

Seeing Miss Xiaoxiang's sweet smiling face and waving arms behind the closed car door, and recalling the soft and moist touch, he also quickened his pace a little.

Exiting the school gate, the wide and heavy car door has been opened silently, and I saw a pair of pantyhose beautiful legs overlapping in the car compartment, and the little black leather shoes that bumped up and down were a little anxious.

He stooped to get into the car.

As soon as the upper body entered the carriage, the wind rang in my ears, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a palm like a knife, slashing towards me!

sneak attack!

Before he even had time to shout, Jingong Makoto instinctively pushed his left foot on the ground, rushed forward, raised his right elbow, using his body as the barrel of the gun and his elbow as the tip of the gun, he slammed into the man's face with an elbow gun.

The person in the seat didn't expect his counterattack to be so fierce. With a shout, his palm turned into a claw, and he raised his knee sideways and hit his chest with one hand.

Shen Gongcheng punched down with his left fist, twisted around and squeezed into the same seat with the man, and the talon of his right hand was already grabbing at the man's throat.

The thin palm cut across to block the eagle's claws, and the man hit his chest with his left elbow like a gun.

Shen Gongcheng shrank his chest and twisted horizontally, let his elbow hit the air, turned his right wrist into a fist, pressed and leaned against the man's left palm; suddenly thrust forward, and the eagle claws clasped towards the man's throat.

A skinny hand was pressed four inches below his navel.

Neither of them moved.

Pop, pop, pop!

Haruka Inagawa on the back seat clapped her hands and smiled faintly, "That's great, as expected of my Makoto!"

"Miss Xiaoxiang, this...!"

In less than three seconds of fighting, Jingu Makoto was already sweating on the top of his head, and he slowly retracted the eagle claw of his right hand.

The hand under the lower abdomen also slowly retracted at the same time.

Qianhualiu nodded slightly and gave a two-word evaluation in a hoarse voice, "Master."

Weaker than myself.

He suffered the disadvantage of being attacked by a sneak attack, and his tall stature of 185 cm was not conducive to performance in a narrow space.

But the sneak attack just now didn't have any effect, it just gave him a warning.

He held back his strength even after several fights, otherwise Jingu Makoto would no longer be a man.

In a real face-to-face confrontation, Chika Ryu would probably win miserably.

His real strength is similar to Qian Liuhua. He is not the best, but he is a master among masters. Even he has to pay a certain price to kill him.

Of course, this is only theoretical.

If you really want to kill someone, you must use a weapon. This is not a movie. You have to punch to the point of flesh to cut.

Jingu Makoto glared at Qianhualiu fiercely, raised his buttocks to face Sister Xiaoxiang, and took off his schoolbag from behind.

The seat of the Rolls Royce is quite spacious, he is so big and squeezed in with Qian Hualiu and there is still room to move around, otherwise he would not be able to avoid the elbow just now.

At this moment, he already understood that it was just a special little joke, and his heart was still beating uncontrollably.

Having seen Qianhua flow out, she still has some strength left.

I have always wanted to use the 72-way small grappling version VS karate, but only when I really got started did he feel the gap between him and the real strong.

The door was closed at some point, and the Rolls-Royce drove down the ramp.

Makoto Jingu looked at the slender and round calves on the other side wrapped in black pantyhose curling up and down, recalling the brief and fierce exchange just now.

clack.

He kicked off the custom-made women's small black leather shoes, and slowly raised his seductive legs. The small black feet reached in front of him and raised his chin.

Holding the little feet, Jingu Makoto raised his head.

The slender and mysterious round black color turned into an alluring white as the line of sight spread. Affected by gravity, the dark red pleated skirt drooped, failing to protect its black owner.

Out of embarrassment, he had to move his gaze upwards, passing between the towering peaks, and finally landed on the girl's fair and round cheeks.

"Still angry."

The cold eyes fell on Jingu Makoto's handsome face and turned into tenderness. Haruka Inagawa smiled lightly, "You two are old partners."

"You remember?"

Holding the little foot, Jingu Makoto subconsciously inhaled, it didn't smell like anything.

The foot rubbed against his cheek before taking it back. Haruka Inagawa yawned lazily and pointed to the small leather shoes under the seat.

Without saying anything, he already understood.

Bending down to pick up the shoes, I put them on the raised little feet, 'Wow, what a domineering Miss Xiang, I like it! '

"Qianhualiu doesn't believe what happened, and doesn't believe that you are a master."

Haruka Inagawa pursed her lips and smiled, as if she was satisfied with his shoe-wearing service, she glanced at Qianhualiu, "Do you believe me now?"

"It's unimaginable that a warrior is given by a god." Qianhualiu nodded slightly.

The information of Makoto Jingu's family is still kept secretly in the archives. She knows Makoto Jingu's past very well.

He is very good at fighting in junior high, but only at the street fighting level.

If one wants to possess this kind of skill, normally one can only start unremitting hard training from the age of four or five, and it is useless without super motor talent.

Judging from the information at hand, Jingu Makoto has never had that experience, which means that what the eldest lady said is true.

He is truly a messenger of God.

Makoto Jingu also understood that this was a proof question and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Xiaoxiang, did you tell Miss Qianhualiu..."

"I said, don't call me Sister Xiaoxiang anymore!"

Haruka Inagawa raised her chin, a chill flashed in her eyes and then melted again, "Call me, Xiang."

"……fragrant."

"Dry, if you dissatisfy me again, I will punish you."

"fragrant."

Jin Gongcheng was affectionate, but his heart was a little trembling, "The eyes are so scary!" '

Haruka Inagawa smiled, moved her body, and stretched out her fair index finger to hook it.

Makoto Jingu sat down.

Inagawa Haruka nodded her ruddy lips, "Your reward."

"This……"

Jingu looks at Qianhualiu sincerely.

Qianhualiu turned his gaze to the window with an expressionless expression.

"When she doesn't exist."

Jingong Makoto's chin was pinched, and his head was forcibly moved to face the flushed tender face.

"kiss Me."

Well, no one is watching, which means no one is seeing.

Jin Gongcheng lowered his head, and the two of them quietly closed their eyes.

The shortness of breath and the sweet lingering charm made the carriage a seductive pink.

After a while, Jingu Makoto raised his head and asked, "Where are we going?"

"See mom."

The girl's voice has become soft and sweet.

　After being put on the shelves, it will still be updated on time at 12 noon every day, for example: tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)