[Net King] Xiamu Shady

So, be careful not to pull it out~"

Xia Mu turned his back slightly, and couldn't help laughing.

Walking into the corridor, Chiba Masaki patted Xia Mu's shoulder, "Xia Mu, there's no need to save face for them at all, when did they think about others?"

"Well... Anyway, I can't learn those words of yours."

Chiba Masaki imagined using Xia Mu's face to say those words just now... What's the matter with the feeling of spoofing!

Xia Mu looked at Chiba Masaki silently and laughed so hard that he almost squatted on the ground, and asked wonderingly, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, nothing..."

When I entered the box, I just heard some classmates howling loudly to play the king game, Chiba Masaki was the first to jump up, "I agree!"

Many students responded one after another, and the atmosphere in the box was hot.

Xia Mu sat down, Yukimura asked her, "Want to play?"

Xia Mu smiled slightly, "Why not, although it's fun to watch other people play the game of kings from the sidelines, it's only fun to play by yourself~"

Chiba Masaki teased her with a smile, "What are you going to do if you are drawn to do something excessive and you don't know how to drink?"

"There are so many people, I shouldn't be so memorized."

"Generally, people who think so will be drawn."

There were nearly [-] people in the class participating in the king game, and the rest were holding a wait-and-see attitude, waiting for the good show to be staged.

The first round of card drawing is over, and the girl who got the card with the crown drawn is a girl. She randomly clicks on two classmates who stand on the table and learn how to dance in the music TV. They click on two boys, and they learn from TV with stiff movements. The enchanting dance of the hot girl in the movie made all the students sitting on the sofa burst into laughter.

In the end, they jumped off the table amid everyone's laughter. After everyone gradually calmed down, the second round of card drawing began.After drawing it, Xia Mu glanced at the number on the card, number [-], and then she leaned slightly towards Yukimura, intending to take a peek at the number on his card, but Yukimura hid the card under his hand extremely keenly, and was a bit surprised by Xia Mu. With a regretful expression, he smiled and whispered, "Number [-], right?"

Xia Mu looked horrified, when did Yukimura see her number!As a person who wanted to take a peek, she really felt inferior to Yukimura's keen observation ability.

This time it was a girl who drew the king. She thought about it and said, "Number three and number eight."

"As for what to do... just kiss any part of the face? That's easy enough."

Everyone started booing, "Who is number three?"

A boy silently raised his hand.

"What about number eight?"

After shouting number eight twice, the scene suddenly fell silent for two seconds, because everyone saw their male god-level character Yukimura Seiichi smiling and raising his hand.

drunk.

Except for the singing in the music TV, there was no voice in the box, which seemed very strange.Yukimura smiled and put the card in his hand on the table, with the number eight written in big red letters on it, making everyone's expressions twitch at the same time.

What are you kidding?The male god wants to... kiss a boy? !

The piercing gazes of all the girls were focused on the boy holding the number three card, the boy trembled all over, really wanted to throw the card away and yell that I'm not going to play anymore, is it possible? !In comparison, Yukimura was much calmer, he glanced at Xia Mu as if nothing, and then really stood up.

Xia Mu felt that it was difficult to express her current mood in words. After she went back, she might be able to write an article called "On How the Male God Swapped Cards Under the Eyes of Everyone".

Everyone's eyes followed Yukimura. Yukimura walked up to the boy with a gentle smile on his face, but the boy shuddered and said quickly, "I, I choose to drink!"

The girls didn't want to see the male god kissing the boys, so they quickly poured beer and served it to the boys.According to the rules, if two people can't complete the task of cooperation, both of them will be fined to drink. The other boy's glass was filled because of the girls' malice, while Yukimura only poured more than half of it. Although the boy complained in his heart It wasn't his fault that he was drawn to make intimate moves with Yukimura, but facing so many girls, he still chose to swallow the breath, closed his eyes and raised his head until he finished drinking the wine in the glass.

Although it is a glass, the capacity of the glass is still incomparable to ordinary glasses. Xia Mu didn't know if Yukimura could drink, so when Yukimura came back, he asked him in a low voice, "Seiichi, can you drink?"

Yukimura smiled slightly, "I don't know, I haven't tried the maximum limit, but drinking a little seems to be all right."

"That's good."

Xia Mu couldn't imagine Yukimura who was drunk at all, but looking at Yukimura's calm and peaceful appearance as usual, it should be fine.

The game is still going on, the joy continues, and the atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter.However, since Yukimura was drawn just now, he has never been drawn again, which makes everyone somewhat regretful. Maybe everyone subconsciously wants to see the male god do something similar to dancing on the table.

Sometimes, coincidence is not a good thing to say, but people come to whatever they think.After a few rounds, Yukimura was successfully drawn.Yukimura put the card on the table, with the red number seven written on it, there was no annoyance of being drawn on his face, and he smiled as usual.

The one who drew the king was a boy. After thinking for a while, he said, "The number [-] and number [-] were drawn just now. Let number [-] hold number [-] and turn around ten times on the spot!"

A girl sitting at the other end of the sofa stood up. Because the room was rather dark, Xia Mu looked carefully and saw that it was Miyamoto Kazuko.Before Kazuko Miyamoto could express anything, Yukimura smiled and said, "It's fine for me to go around ten times, but Miyamoto-san might feel dizzy, so I'll choose to drink."

Miyamoto Kazuko bit her lip, "Yukimura-kun, it's just a game, I..."

Yukimura's face remained unchanged, still gentle and gentle, but the bottom of his eyes was still condensed, "If it makes my girlfriend feel uncomfortable, I won't do it. Even if it's just a game, there is a bottom line. So I'm sorry, Gong Ben Sang, I can drink your cup instead."

Kazuko Miyamoto blushed and turned white, and opened his mouth unwillingly to redeem something. In order to hide the embarrassing scene, a discerning person hurriedly asked his classmates to pour beer, but Yukimura didn't say anything. Xia Mu watched helplessly as he poured two glasses of beer. After drinking it all, I was a little worried, "Jingshi, let's go back, you go home and rest."

Yukimura nodded. When the two left, although everyone felt somewhat regretful, they didn't ask to stay.

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Walking out of the KTV, the night wind on the street blew with the coldness of early winter, Xia Mu shrank his neck slightly, this tiny movement was noticed by Yukimura, he stretched out his hand to wrap her shoulders, lowered his head, "Is it cold?"

"It's a bit." As soon as Xia Mu finished speaking, she saw Yukimura take off the scarf around her neck, and she hurriedly stopped, "Aren't you cold? You'll be at the bus station soon, I'm fine."

Yukimura untied the scarf, ignoring her stop, wrapped the scarf around her gently but could not refuse, "I just drank some wine, now I feel a little hot, but you, your body is weak, if you have a fever and catch a cold, worry about it Not me."

Xia Mu only felt that the warm Yukimura's body temperature was transmitted to her skin through his scarf, and the gentle and clear breath lingered on the tip of her nose, with an indescribable sense of peace of mind, as if she could feel the cold just now and be dispelled all at once. "...Thank you."

Yukimura saw that half of Xia Mu's face was buried in the scarf, the little face exposed outside was rosy white, thin white air lingered around her face between breaths, those clear eyes were not completely opened, even He wasn't looking at him, but Yukimura's mind moved slightly, the corners of his lips could not help but slightly raised, and he raised his hand to gently stroke her hair, "You're welcome."

After walking for a while, under the light of the street lamps and the neon lights of the shops on the side of the road, Xia Mu accidentally looked up and found that Yukimura's face was a little red.She thought for a while, then pulled him back, "Jingshi, are you drunk? You blushed."

Yukimura stopped, Natsuki stretched out his hand and gently attached it to his side face, she frowned at the hot temperature under her palm, but Yukimura was slightly taken aback by her sudden touch, his hands hanging on both sides slowly Although he didn't feel any discomfort, he still said, "...it seems to be a little uncomfortable, and my stomach is a little uncomfortable."

Xia Mu frowned, "Do you want to throw up? I'll go to the convenience store to buy water for you."

Yukimura grabbed Xia Mu who was about to leave after turning around, "It's not that serious, let's just find a place to sit for a while."

Xia Mu nodded hesitantly, "Then if you still feel uncomfortable, tell me."

Yukimura smiled slightly, "I will."

After walking for a while, Yukimura's hand that had been holding Xia Mu suddenly tightened, and then he stopped, and Xia Mu immediately turned around and asked, "Is it more uncomfortable?"

Yukimura showed a bit of forbearance on his face, "A little...I'll stay in the alley for a while, Xia Mu, can you buy me a bottle of water, please?" Xingmura pointed to an alley on their right, Xia Mu quickly agreed, "Then I'll be back soon." After speaking, he turned and went to the convenience store.

Yukimura looked at Xia Mu's back and smiled lightly. How should I put it, although Xia Mu sometimes looks like an adult who thinks a lot, but sometimes he is innocent and easy to deceive.Yukimura slightly lowered his head to look at the palm of his open hand, which still retains the residual warmth of her hand, lightly