[Black Basket] Never expected

The character Akashi was an incredible character no matter in Teiko at that time or in the later famous school Luoshan. Although I have never met him in person, I heard Akashi's name indirectly from Ryota several times, and then cooperated with him. The unpromising reaction probably formed the image of this person in my mind.

I have to say that this trick is simply too insidious.

But because Ryota is relatively soft, this ultimate plan to frame Sato-kun failed to be realized in the end.

The Chinese knowledge contest or something was later dismissed on the grounds of being too busy.

The model Ryota, who has failed many entrance exams to her favorite schools, finally went to a certain professional school. Her future career plan is to become a pilot, and then develop into a captain. He didn't know that he wasn't particularly interested in studies in high school Was it a sudden plan to work hard or something, since the beginning of the semester, he has put on a good student posture, which made me afraid for a while, thinking that there must be something wrong with this kid.

I don't know whether it is Sato-kun or Akashi who cast a shadow on him.

But in the next week, he didn't have any other abnormal reactions except that he would shrink in his room to read a book after dinner, so I was finally relieved.

As for my school, at the beginning of the semester, the schoolwork was not particularly stressful. After finishing the class every day, I was eager to go home and prepare dinner-it was obvious that I was only 20 years old, and I felt like I had become a housewife at a young age.

When I was young, I once had the ideal of becoming the CEO of a multinational company, but it was shattered because I failed to enter the economics department of my favorite school in the entrance examination. The severe procrastination of Libra made me lazy to re-plan my life. , I am content with my life as a housewife.

But thinking of the "sir" at home who is very handsome and can be manipulated casually, I feel that there is nothing wrong with being a housewife.

Pour the milk in the refrigerator into a glass and heat it in the microwave for 2 minutes. I put on a gentle and virtuous smile and knocked on Ryota's door twice: "I'm coming in."

- Whoops.

The moment I pushed open the door, there was a sound of busy corners in the room.

What I saw was him hastily pulling his hand out of the drawer.

The two stared at each other for a moment——

— Crackling.

An extremely thick magazine fell out of the space behind the drawer and hit the floor with a muffled sound.

I looked at the magazine on the ground and then at him: "What is that... a girl in a swimsuit?"

"Eh? Well... that's not the case!" He shook his head desperately while he went under the table to pick up the magazine and hide it behind his back: "It's just the seasonal shopping catalog that just arrived in the mail."

suspicious.So suspicious.

I put the milk on the table and held out my hand to him: "It just so happens that I have plans to buy something."

"It's a men's clothing catalog!"

Doudouyan Doudouyan: "Give it to me quickly."

The tall model who was sitting on the stool suddenly stood up and raised her arms high: "There is really nothing to see!"

"Give it to me quickly, or you will be locked in the toilet!" I angrily grabbed his arm and jumped, but it seemed that my movements had no offensive power.Pinch your face!Pinch your face hard!

The picture of two people with a big difference in size "scrapping" together is very ugly; Ryota cried out "don't treat the model's face like this" in a crying voice, while pressing my face with his palm and pushing me away.There is no sympathy at all.

During the scuffle, he let go of his hand, and the thick magazine fell from the air with a "click" and hit the bridge of my nose.

pain!it hurts! !

He knelt down covering his nose, tears streaming down his face immediately.

My field of vision was filled with mist, but in the blur, I still clearly saw the huge advertising still photo on the cover of the magazine that Ryota wanted to hide—the autumn couple new style of a certain brand of windbreaker, the couple in the photo The two looked like they were snuggling together intimately. The young and beautiful short-haired woman held the male model's arm, raised her chin, and her bright eyes were full of love.

And the male model looks very familiar.

Hmm, very familiar.

"Yangcai..." A guilty voice tentatively called my name, "You didn't..."

Intense resentment arising from the pain shot out from my eyes, I raised my head suddenly, and two streams of warm liquid slowly flowed down my chest to my lips.Is it... nose, snot...?

Eh?The color seems to be a bit off - red!

"Nosebleed Σ(っ°Д°;) っ!"

"Why make that expression like I'm going to die! It's just a nosebleed!"

"very scary!"

"..."

No strength left to be angry.

It may be a coincidence that this happened once or twice, but after a few times, I found that this seemed to be a strategy to distract my anger.

Sadly, even belatedly realizing this, I couldn't resist.

As revenge for the girl Hina, I put the chopped carrots in the lunch box with a big "death" character. Thinking of the expression that might appear on the guy's face when I opened the bento box, my mood suddenly eased a lot.

My nose was sore all night. When I went to school the next day, I put a Band-Aid across the bridge of my nose and wore a mask.

In order not to be surrounded by people, I deliberately sat in the back row of the big classroom, and pulled down the brim of my hat to cover my eyebrows.

Not long after I sat down, the teacher for the class hadn't arrived yet, and suddenly I heard the sound of someone pulling down the chair and sitting down.The moment I turned my head, my eyes immediately hit a pair of black mirror frames.

The young man took off his scarf, with a cheerful expression that didn't match his shy personality: "Good morning, Yangcai!"

"Sato...kun?"

My brain froze for two seconds, and then I remembered that this course is an optional subject for any major.

Originally, it might not be possible to meet twice in a semester, but since the last embarrassing gathering, this is the second meeting in just a month, if it is a coincidence...

It must be a coincidence!

I'm not arrogant enough to think that a handsome male classmate who is outstanding in other aspects besides being socially awkward would think anything else about me who only met me a few times.

If there was a liking—although the messed up party last time made it seem unlikely to me—but if it was, it was a general liking among alumni.

I nodded vigorously to myself.

The classroom is relatively empty, there are still 5 minutes before the class starts, and there are many vacancies in the front row, so I chose the small corner of the back row. Sato-kun smiled "hehe" and touched the back of his head: "I didn't do the preview before class. Homework, sitting in the back is less likely to be called."

Ahh, sounds like a good reason.

I just wanted to say that it was because I didn't preview, but his eyes were sharper than I expected, and he saw the Band-Aid on my nose: "What's wrong with your nose?!"

There was a cold sweat on my forehead: "Yes..." I wanted to say that I was raped by the family, but thinking of the reaction that Sato boy might have after hearing this, I touched my ear and said, "I got up at night to drink water, and I accidentally bumped into it." Door……"

— puff.

The young man turned his head and laughed out loud regardless of the girl's mood.

It couldn't be more embarrassing.

I hid my face in shame, Sato boy asked: "Hey, do I want to accompany you to the infirmary later?"

Tears shook his head.

The temperature in the classroom is slightly higher than outside, and the sun is bright today. The unobtrusive corner of the back row of the classroom is at the intersection of the window and the ventilation duct of the door; the air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which is suitable for sleeping. when.

I held the pen in my right hand and rested my chin in my left hand. Since I don’t have to worry about my image while wearing a mask, I yawned freely.

Sato-kun next to him was taking notes very seriously; I don't see many boys of this type, and they belonged to a completely different type from Ryota who would never appear in a pencil case at the same time with a pencil and eraser. His fingers were white and slender, and he held the pen The posture is very beautiful.When the teacher paused in the explanation, he also stopped taking notes, and the ballpoint pen twirled flexibly at his fingertips.

Occasionally turning his fingers and needing a rest, he would pick up his mobile phone to surf the Internet while he was free. He didn't know what message he saw, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised.

All in all, he is very proficient in business, and he is worthy of being the president of the pen turning club.

The drowsiness that gradually rose made my vision dull, and Sato-kun's nimble fingers froze, and he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

When he asked me this question, I came back to my senses: "No...well, I just lost my mind, can you borrow me to copy the notes?" I can't say that I think your pen-turning skills are very good.

"Huh?...well, no problem." He pushed the notebook under his elbow.

Handwriting is as clean and delicate as fingers.

In order not to be seen through the lame excuse, I pretended to write a few words;

A finger with neatly manicured nails stretched out and clicked on a certain line of the notebook, "The missing content here is supplemented here in the alternate line..."

me……

I hate people talking in my ear.

His smell is different from the valerian smell on Ryota's body. He only has the faint fragrance of leaves caught in the wind.

"Students in the back row, don't think I can't see you!"

The gray-haired, over 50-year-old foreign language teacher slapped the podium hard with the pointer, and there was a loud bang: "Dating in my class? Didn't the middle school teachers teach you how to write the word 'respect the teacher'? !"

With a flick of my finger, I drew a crooked curve on the notebook.

The boy Sato usually looked shy as if he dared not speak in public, but at this moment, he burst into courage, raised his hand and shouted: "Teacher! We are just discussing the notes!"

Immediately, everyone in the classroom focused their attention on the two of us.I pulled the mask up so that only my eyes were exposed, and I stepped my head deep under the table, pretending that I didn't exist.

"Then you can answer the grammar used in this sentence! If you can't tell, I will write down your name and deduct points! Points will be deducted!"

--Ruined.

However, I seemed to be the only one in panic.

Sato got up very quickly, ran to the podium like the wind, and drew circles on the blackboard with chalk. In less than a minute, several grammar points were clearly listed on the blackboard.

Seeing the teacher's approving eyes, I and other friends in the classroom were stunned.

"Not bad, young man." The teacher nodded, "What's your name?"

"My name is Sato!"

The teacher lowered his head and glanced up and down the roster twice before frowning: "Sa...to...? It seems that your name is not there."

Sato boy's eyes are very open and honest: "I heard from my friend that your explanation, teacher, is very interesting, and I am very interested in this class, so I came to the class on my own initiative, I am very sorry!"

The face of the teacher who received the compliment changed immediately, like a daisy blooming in the autumn wind.

After returning to my seat, I poked the boy Sato who continued to take notes with a calm face, "Do you know the name of this teacher?"

He blinked, "Eh... Inoue?"

He looked at my face: "That's right! It's Moriyama!"

He looked at my face again: "Could it be... Xiao Lin?"

Young man, you don't even know the teacher's name, so you say you came here for the name, and you lie so perfunctorily, is it really okay...

However, since he didn't choose this subject, and he didn't come here because of the reputation as he said - what is his purpose?

it's me……

Think too much?

But "Satou-kun, are you here because of me?" I can't ask such cheeky questions anyway.

The remaining hour of the class turned out to be an excruciating one.After finally getting out of class, I quickly tidied up my textbooks as quickly as possible, got up and was about to say goodbye to Sato-kun, but before I could speak, he asked with a smile on his face, "Would you like to have dinner together later?"

"Hey Dou... Thank you very much for your kindness! But I made an appointment with my boyfriend to go out for dinner, so..."

"Is your boyfriend the Kise-kun you met last time? The model one."

"That's right." I found his expression a little unnatural when he mentioned the word "Kise".

He unlocked the black smartphone and handed it to me: "It's probably not good to say that...but Kise-kun might not be able to have lunch with you."

——Second time to take pictures with Miho-senpai.The senior is really very beautiful, it can't be seen that he is 20 years old!

The tweet was accompanied by a photo of the two posing intimately.

Ha ha.

I'm actually not the first to know about the latest trends about my boyfriend. Instead, I need a man who has only met a few times to remind me...

Looks like I need to rethink our relationship.

And the praised senior Miho looks familiar at first glance, but upon closer inspection, she turns out to be the person who appeared on the cover of the magazine yesterday.

I silently repeated "the other party is a popular senior after all, sending such ambiguous messages must be arranged by the office" a hundred times in my heart.

Feel comfortable.

I stepped on the shoulder schoolbag and Sato's boy's arm, "He didn't tell me that there are other arrangements. He must make him kneel on the chopping block all night when we go back. Let's go, Sato-kun."

The boy Sato had a frightened expression on his face.As if I was going to do something to him.

"Hina, I'm not used to you being like this all of a sudden!" The Sato boy who was dragged away by me seemed to be about to cry, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have told you about Kise-kun!"

"it's okay no problem."

His height is estimated to be more than 170 cm, but his imposing manner is like a loli of 150 cm: "Then... I shouldn't have exchanged Twitter accounts with him at Kise-kun's request! Follow your boyfriend without permission I am so sorry!"

My steps stopped.

Was it Kise Ryota who asked to exchange Twitter accounts with Sato...?

At some point, my boyfriend exchanged accounts with my male alumni behind my back, without my knowledge.

I suddenly remembered that year, the dog who always said "the favorite little blackie" in his mouth.

- Does he really like me?

For the first time, I had deep doubts about this question.

"Yangcai, no, student Hengshan, I suddenly don't really want to eat."

"No!" A murderous light flashed in my eyes: "If you don't go, I'll introduce Kise's friend Akashi to you as a friend!"

He didn't seem to understand very well, but because of my serious expression, he was frightened and kept nodding in a daze.

"I eat I eat."

During lunch time, only the Korean restaurant outside the school has fewer customers.

I went into that restaurant with Sato and ordered the weird spicy rice cake bibimbap.One bite into it, tears flowed down the next second.

"--so spicy!"

According to legend, a census conducted among sexually upright men in Japan shows that girls who accidentally eat spicy food look very cute while shouting how spicy they are while fanning the wind, drinking water and stomping their feet.

But I don't think I have anything to do with the inexplicable adjective "cute" at this moment.

I drank sake while crying, the pungent smell of alcohol further stimulated the lacrimal glands, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Sato on the opposite side picked up a piece of rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it for a long time, frowned and said, "It doesn't seem that spicy..."