[Comprehensive] Girlfriend's original wish

I could hear Hibari Kyouya's gnashing of teeth clearly even through the door.

Want to go in and explain?

I shook my head hastily, and immediately vetoed this strange idea. I slowly turned my back and left here with a footstep that would not cause anyone to notice.

The classroom is very noisy at the moment, especially as the time for the seaside festival in Bingsheng Town is getting closer and closer. Many students are discussing in their seats. Some people hope to eat their favorite special foods at the food stalls. Most of the people are looking forward to the seaside fireworks after the festival, but the girls pay more attention to the style of the yukata they will wear that day.

"Is the white one less resistant to dirt... Well, I'd better try pink."

"Kyoko, your yukata style last year was pink, how about yellow? Or red?"

Sasakawa Kyoko and her friend Kurokawa Hana also held the magazine in their hands, and hesitated in distress among the rows of cute yukatas listed in the magazine. When they found that I was back in class, Kyoko waved to me happily, " Mizuki, come and help me take a look~"

I nodded towards her and walked to her side, Kyoko showed a cute smile, "Has Mizuki made a decision yet?"

"What?" I was almost overwhelmed by her smile, which was so natural and cute that my own words became stammered.

Kurokawa Hana and Sasakawa Kyoko smiled at each other. The two of them pushed the magazine in front of me. The models wearing cute yukata were enough to please the eyes, and those yukatas of different styles seemed to have another meaning on them. There is a kind of vitality, and the decoration of flowers or small goldfish on the bathrobe is also full of girlishness.

"This light yellow one is very suitable for Mizuki." Kyoko nodded, so I followed her gaze. This yellow bathrobe is obviously the main feature of this issue of the magazine. Embroidered with cute patterns, it was worn by the model smoothly. At first, I didn't quite understand why Jingzi said that I was suitable for this dress, until I saw the dress and appearance of the model——

The long, naturally slightly curly hair is combed on the head and tied into a fluffy and cute shape. The same light yellow ribbon is entangled in the hair. Look carefully at her face, the ivory-white porcelain skin, and the twinkling eyebrows. With slightly raised lips, the model in front of me looks a bit like me.

I blinked, and while Kurokawa Hana and Sasakawa Kyoko were still discussing, I continued to flip down the magazine by accident. The selling point of this girls' magazine is not only to teach women how to match and dress, but also to invite some popular girls Artists do exclusive interviews, and after turning over more than a dozen pages one after another, I noticed the model who used a lot of space to highlight the shining smile.

Kise Ryota.

He was wearing a handsome casual suit, his matte blond hair was shining and fluttering, and the hat that was also used for decoration was held in his hand. It was obviously just a casual movement, but it gave the illusion of a faster heartbeat.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his delicate eyes were a bit more upturned than ordinary boys, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

At that moment, I stared at this overly handsome smiling face, and vaguely felt that my heart was hit hard.

Because of this handsome face and eyes that are almost brighter than the sun, I looked at the interview records next to me, and there was a line about Kise Ryota's love that suddenly raised my interest.

That question was about Kise's first love, which was not the same as the above official questions about work process or opinions on magazines, and Kise's answer surprised me even more.

——The first person I fell in love with was the manager of the baseball club next door who gave me extra lessons when I was in junior high school.

Because the activity room of the club is very close, you can often see her busy in the baseball club. In fact, when it comes to her appearance, she is no match for the manager of our basketball club, because she doesn't like to laugh very much, and she looks like a girl. She looks very difficult to get close to, oh, to use the current fashion to describe it as 'salt correspondence', but... Occasionally when I see her laughing, I will be very curious about what is it, who can make her smile so happily ?Until the third grade of middle school, she was asked by a friend to give me extra lessons. Although I was very smart, I really couldn’t do algebra at all. Then she laughed very rarely and asked me why I was so stupid. Obviously it's just a very simple question.Because that smile is so dazzling, so I fell in love with her willfully.

I thought about the situation in the baseball club of Teiko Middle School at that time in my mind.

Completely different from the basketball club with a full 200 members, the baseball club is almost on the verge of disbanding. Even after joining the second grade in our country, the baseball club achieved a rare historic breakthrough and won the national No.2 score.

The situation didn’t get any better, but it was barely supported by more than a dozen members, but the environment there was different from the highly hierarchical basketball club. The members were very friendly and passionate about baseball. If it wasn’t for me If I get injured, I would like to stay there until I graduate from junior high school.

but.

Did we have female managers at the time?

I was thinking hard when I suddenly felt that my shoulder was patted and the magazine in my hand was taken away. I looked up and saw the proud eyes of Kurokawa Hana. She bumped my shoulder jokingly, "Oh, so you Like this genre?"

She stared at the magazine, and she couldn't help showing a look of approval for being very demanding of men, "You really look pretty good." This kind of half-truth and half-fake teasing also made Kyoko next to him laugh, I bit my lower lip, and quickly took the magazine back, "No, let's continue to see what kind of bathrobe we want to choose."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Kurokawa Hana blinked childishly, "Or, are you afraid that Yamamoto might misunderstand you?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

I unconsciously uttered a loud retort. Obviously, this voice was also heard by Takeshi Yamamoto who was chatting with his classmates next to him. He turned around, his eyes were dark and clear, and there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, pointing at himself, "Are you talking about me?"

Yamamoto's popularity in the class is quite good, and the other girls sitting next to me started to secretly laugh.

Among them, a more courageous girl said directly: "They were just talking about whether Nagase might not like you."

"Don't talk nonsense."

I retorted anxiously, Yamamoto's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and the tone of his voice rose, "Really? Nagase is the type of girl I would like."

He raised his mouth, straightened up, and walked towards me. The girls beside him were startled by his reaction and kept screaming. I didn't have the courage to look up, so I had to hold up the magazine to cover my face. Avoid seeing Yamamoto's smiling eyes that keep looking at me.

Compared with the bustling here, the place in front of the classroom is much deserted, especially Hayato Gujiji, who has been lying on the table and doesn't know what he is writing. Dead' these four words are written in the bottom of my eyes.

When I noticed him, I stood up immediately, but Guisi gave me a hard look, and I sat down hesitantly.

I was distracted in the Chinese class. Although I was still taking notes in the notebook, my eyes were always on the back of the prison temple in front of me.

In fact, ever since Guiji learned that I was a girl, his attitude towards me has changed subtly.

When I was a boy, he always chatted with me, from the serialized novels in the magazine to the things he experienced in school, the same living and living as a person, and the subjects he is good at are science, let me and He has almost endless topics to talk about.

In my opinion, Prison Temple is not only my reader, but also a friend I value very much, so I always start to worry about gains and losses because of his changes in attitude.

I took out my phone from the drawer.

[...Did I make you angry? ]

[It's still my attitude yesterday... Does it make you feel unhappy? ]

All sent messages have not been read.

I stared at the back of Prison Temple in front of him, he was like a furious little lion, all his emotions and anger were written on his body, at least the way he was rubbing his forehead in distress told me that he was not willing to talk to me yet.

I deleted all the edited emails and rolled my dry eyes from staring for a long time. At that moment, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was sitting in front of me, turned around. Maybe he wanted to smile at me, but it didn't work. , but pursed his lips lightly.

Sawada looked at me for a moment, took advantage of the opportunity of class discussion to turn his body around completely, and said to me seriously: "Don't worry, that's the temper of Prison Temple Lord, I'll talk to him about it after class of."

I looked at him, a little bewildered.

He obviously didn't tell anyone about this...how did he know?

After saying this, Sawada brought the textbook, but in fact, I understand that this is another way of expressing his gentleness.

I took a peek at his textbooks and notes, and there were a lot of blank spaces, but perhaps my absent-mindedness made Tsunayoshi Sawada think that I had no intention of learning from him now, so he subconsciously bit the tail of his mechanical pencil end, and then painstakingly filled those blank spaces with content.

How can I let my emotions affect others?

I thought angrily, and put all the things about Hayato Gokuji to the back of my mind, and said to Tsunayoshi Sawada: "If the content of Waka is difficult to understand, should we start with one hundred people?"

"Ah." Sawada showed a silly look, his amber eyes twinkled, and he was very cute, so I handed him my notes, "Like this sentence, it actually expresses love in both works , but the description of one hundred people is obviously more straightforward than waka, you understand the meaning of this sentence."

Sawada smiled awkwardly, "Hidden in my heart, my face is full of spring breeze, my love can be expected, and everyone asks each other."

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who looks a little averted while reading, is really cute.

"You understand what it means?"

"Huh...? Yes, I should understand." Sawada avoided my sight, he was concentrating on smoothing the creases on the notes.

"Then, what does this mean?"

The corners of Sawada's drooping eyes sank slightly, "I, I like you?"

"Pfft," seeing Sawada with his head buried, I finally couldn't help laughing, "This is too blunt, this sentence should be that you hide your thoughts, but you can see the shyness on your face. I can see it in my eyes, although it is not wrong to say that I like you, but popular explanations still cannot express the true meaning of this poem."

As soon as I finished saying this, I realized that Sawada's pure mirror-like eyes were staring at me without blinking.

The wide and round pupils were filled with some kind of impulsiveness and longing, but it only took a few seconds, and soon such emotions dissipated from his pupils.

"Forget about English and algebra. You can't learn Chinese well. You are so stupid."

"Nagase-san likes smart boys..." Sawada said in a low voice, "Smart boys like Kikuji-kun."

I can't hear what he said just now, but the fingers holding the textbook are shaking all the time. The powerlessness spreading from the brain to the limbs makes me unable to see Sawada Tsunayoshi in front of me clearly, and the ballpoint pen has slipped from my right hand , The dizziness gradually invaded the brain, making me unable to react in time.

The illusion of suffocation made me hear the voice in my head again very quickly.

——Ah, ah~ I'm going to die of pain, so let's start quickly, obviously Sawada Tsunayoshi likes you very much, doesn't he?

"Sawada——Sawada-kun." I yelled out Sawada's name uncontrollably. As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt extremely ashamed to be called like a weak pet.

I raised my right hand and firmly inserted my nails into my palm. The sore feeling of sweat flowing into the wound in my palm made me tremble, and I fixedly looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada.

He picked up the pen that had slipped to the floor, and was returning the pen to me, just—

He held my hand tightly.

Maybe he thought it hurt me, so he hesitated to relax some strength, but he still didn't let go, "Does it hurt?"

My body suddenly became strange. Just being held by him, I felt an inexplicable excitement, especially his extraordinarily gentle voice, which made my body more and more involuntarily excited. I took my hand without hesitation. Pulling it out of his hand, taking advantage of the ding ding dong dong of the bell for the end of class, he temporarily escaped from such a strange touch.

Walking out of the classroom, I pulled the long hair scattered on my cheeks behind my ears, panting desperately.

"Hey, herbivore."

Someone seemed to be calling me in the distance, I closed my eyes, afraid that approaching Hibari Kyouya would have the same feeling as when I was in contact with Sawada Tsunayoshi just now.

I was extremely prepared, and before he was too close to me, I stepped on the window sill and jumped from the opened window.

The classroom is on the second floor, even with the help of tree trunks, I almost fell when I ran out. When I ran and looked back, Hibari Kyouya was standing by the window, looking at me with interest.

The body has deteriorated without knowing it.

I opened my sleeve, the wound gradually turned red and black from the previous swelling, and spread like germs, the whole arm looked extremely scary.

In such a hot weather, wearing a sweater to cover it up is obviously trying to hide it in another sense. Even the medicine bought from the pharmacy probably has no real effect.

Sighing helplessly, I took out the key from the bag, and when I saw that the door of my house was opened again inexplicably, I almost fell to the ground.

Is it the trace department?

I clenched the belt in my hand, looking at the dark room, a little hesitant, I have very severe night blindness, I have been blind in the dark several times, Atobe knows this, he will not use this method to tease me again and again.

If it's a thief, it's unlikely. The security facilities in this apartment are very good, and there have been no thefts in the vicinity for many years. I shouldn't be so unlucky, right?

To be on the safe side, I didn't turn on the light, but held the shoe cabinet from the entrance, then slowly passed the wall, the table, and finally came to the living room.

There seemed to be someone on the open-air balcony facing the living room. With the moonlight outside the window, my blurred vision could only vaguely see that the other party took out a lighter from his pocket.

The night wind blew the thin suit jacket on his body in gusts, and the wine red shirt was faintly visible under the jacket. I could only see his silver hair from the back of his thin waist with the belt hanging from the silver chain.

"Falcon..."

I couldn't help shouting his name, but thinking of his attitude recently, I immediately changed my words, "Prison Temple Lord."

Hesitant with his back turned to me, I simply took another step forward, "Don't talk, can you listen to me?"

"I know you are angry about why I suddenly turned into a girl, but I didn't do it on purpose, even I don't know how to become like this inexplicably. I regard you as my friend, so I just Will be so sad because of your cold and hot attitude towards me... I can't figure out what you are thinking. At the station, you saved me from those people. I am very grateful to you; at school You always pretend that you don't know me, and I don't know what to do..."

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by the dark clouds that slowly floated over, and once again my vision was dark, I held my breath and waited for the prison temple's response.

"If you treat me as a friend, can you tell me what you want to do?"

Oops.

Tears fell down unconsciously.

So, after hearing my crying voice, I could feel Prison Temple walking over from the balcony, and then I was held in his arms.

The strong hug and the smell of tobacco made me a little confused. My arms were hanging tensely on both sides of my body. I was completely invisible, but my sense of hearing and touch was infinitely sharp. And his movements of kissing my forehead like the most precious treasure in the world were magnified countless times, which deeply stimulated me.

"Sorry, Mizuki."

His voice has become much lower, maybe it is my illusion, prison temple seems to be a completely different person, at least I never knew that he is also such an aggressive person, the kiss that falls on the lips is quite It was aggressive and set me on fire at once. I wanted to push him away, but he kept whispering my name in my ears, and took my arms to let me circle his neck.

Prison seems to know all my sensitivities and the way I like to kiss.

Even if you are smart, can you learn this kind of thing without a teacher?

He touched my neck carefully, rubbing against the ring, and I shrugged.

Inch by inch, my mind, which was forced back by him, began to become blurred. The strange feeling in my body and the wound on my arm made me give up struggling, and finally he carried me into the room.

I was awakened from sleep by an unbearable dizziness and a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Extreme discomfort and soreness forced me to open my eyes. I rubbed my head and sat up on the bed.

Sitting next to my bed is Hayato Gokuji, who just had sex with me yesterday. He didn't look that happy. He was sitting at the head of the bed, with a cigarette butt that almost burned his fingers between his right fingers, and his face was turned upside down. Guang, with a serious expression, didn't know what he was thinking.

As if making up his mind for the 180th time, Jiuji finally put out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and said to me seriously: "Mizuki, be my girlfriend."

"..."

My eyes widened.

It's not looking at the prison temple, but looking at the wounds on my body that haven't healed at all.

In other words.

The person I had sex with last night—

It's not the one in front of me who is seriously asking for a relationship, Gokuji Hayato.

The author has something to say: Harmony omits 3000 words, and handed it in for the first time. Those who have no psychological pressure can start the strategy.

Well, what should I say about this setting?

In 590's world, Mizuki is completely dead, so 590 also came here to see her, but he didn't expect to see Mizuki who was still alive when he was attacking him back then.

But in the world of 59, she continued as a raider.

In layman's terms, if the tutoring world Mizuki lives in is World A, then all she can capture is the people in World A. However, since there are many parallel worlds in the world of tutoring, she is in World B and has some influence on Mizuki. I remember that the tutors ten years later couldn’t start to attack her. Although the two worlds of A and B overlap, they are like the people in the world of the black net king Yinglan that Mizuki had conquered before. They can only watch her in the world. This world guides me ten years ago.

It's all official nonsense ww

In layman's terms, I like to watch cute plots like ntr myself (this is the key point)

So the ten years after the tutoring here and ten years ago will exist at the same time, the bug of the rocket launcher is only 5 minutes too short, how can it be cool xddddddddd

Okay, everyone should have noticed that the title name has changed, which means that Mizuki has really started the strategy.

So in the follow-up, there may be some plots where she is for herself, um, scum for others, but in essence, Mizuki is still a good child.

So from here our cute option is back ww

Facing the fellow prison temple who suddenly proposed to date you in the morning, what was your reaction?

a. Prison Temple took the initiative to send it to the door. As the target person, he simply agreed

b. His behavior is very strange, absolutely will not agree

I believe that you can already vaguely perceive a trace of blackening from the performance of the characters in the article

I hope you all choose carefully in the face of the next route ww

At this time, 59 already knew that he was being targeted by 590ntr, and he also learned the truth about Meiyue's body from 590.