If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Just looking at it made Kyosuke feel full.

Refolding the wet handkerchief and putting it back in his pocket, Yui, who is still cute without makeup but without the trace of charm, skipped the question he asked casually before, and directly clarified his purpose of coming to Kyosuke: "Xiaojie, Xiaoxue is sick and didn't come to school today, let's go see her after school."

"Huh?" Kyosuke, who was sitting on the seat with his head up, was not pretending to be puzzled, because: "How do you know that Yukinoshita is sick?"

The toes of Yui's little leather shoes were lifted up, her body swayed and fell back to the ground with a "snap", her skirt fluttered, revealing two catties of pink thighs: "When I passed Xiaoxue's class last class, I didn't When I saw her, I secretly sent her a text message in class, and only then did I know that she was sick and asked for leave."

"Oh, so Yukinoshita still texts you..."

I never texted her!

The dumpling head touched his own dumpling head, and smiled silly: "Hey, I have a good relationship with Xiaoxue~"

Then he supported Kyosuke's desk with both hands, leaned out and moved his face very close, occupying most of his field of vision.

When talking, he is not afraid of the hot spittle from his little mouth splashing on Kyosuke's face: "So let's go visit Xiaoxue!"

Kyosuke moved his eyes down in a gentlemanly manner, in order not to create an ambiguous atmosphere, instead of looking at Yui's cute little face that made people want to rub it, he focused his eyes on the pair of girls Two big white rabbits leaning pitifully together with their arms squeezed together.

Also cute enough to make people want to rub it.

He replied calmly: "No, you'd better not go either, for the good of Yukinoshita."

"...Oh? Why?"

A very girlish voice came from above, full of puzzlement.

Also very girlish is the warm smell on Yuyi's body.

Jingsuke pointed at the two oppressed white rabbits: "Indeed, according to your habits, if you learn that a classmate or friend is sick, you will definitely form a group to see him/her after school that day, which can not only show care but also show mutual love." Friendship really kills two birds with one stone. But have you ever thought that as a patient, especially on the first day with the most severe symptoms, you can’t even go to school, but you have to get up to entertain your noisy friends who look like monkeys, Even if you are reasonable and don't entertain him/her, your existence itself will affect this patient who needs to recuperate. So my opinion is that it is best not to even send text messages to check on the situation, lest you have to cheer up under the snow Text back."

The series of rhetoric stunned the experienced Yui, she pursed her soft lips: "But, but, wouldn't it be nice to have friends come to greet and visit you when you are sick? Wouldn't it be too pitiful if there was no one to care about?"

Kyousuke sighed, blowing the ribbon on the collar of Yui's shirt to shake slightly: "Then take a step back and say, do you know where Yukinoshita lives?"

Yuigahama Yui was dumbfounded: "...I don't know."

The girl recalled that every time she asked Xiaoxue where she lived and wanted to go to her house to play, she would be distracted by this cold girl.

Over time, she stopped asking.

"...Okay," Yui pursed her lips unhappily, and said angrily, "Then I'll wait for Xiaoxue to rest before sending her a text message."

As soon as the voice fell, the class bell rang, echoing crisply throughout the school.

Yui trotted back to his seat, while Minami Sagami, who had been sitting obediently not far away, quietly remembered the information he had heard.

She knows that compared to school idols such as Yui, Yukino, and Yumeko, her skin is not fair, rough, mediocre, and has an indecent temperament. She is not at all decent. Just because of these, she wants to compete with them Is to do their own dreams!

So, more effort is required.

The ringing of "jingling bells" gradually stopped. As expected, the classroom was full of enthusiasm, and the students just changed from standing and chatting to sitting.

The next moment.

"Deng deng deng"

The sassy footsteps with a very personal style resounded from the door, like throwing a tank of liquid nitrogen into the classroom, which cooled down the warm atmosphere, and the white coat on a certain body was swaying like a hero's cape The third girl, Ben, strides into the class.

To be honest, Kyosuke is quite dissatisfied with Hiratsuka-sensei's "Ben San Daughter" nickname which involves age.

Do you have to abide by the Basic Law even when you have a nickname? !What does it mean to call a thirty-year-old woman Ben Sannv!

Jing, cute, long hair flying, stood on the podium like a hero as always, looking around the class with clear eyes like a falcon!

He glared hard at Kyosuke, who was holding his cheek.

She herself didn't know why she stared, but she just stared anyway.

Probably the intuition of a 30-year-old woman.

"Students (咚咚)," she said in order to attract everyone's attention while tapping the blackboard "咚咚", but it sounded like she was beating the beat for herself: "Today (咚咚) there is a (咚咚) A new classmate (dongdong) is going to join (dongdong) our class (dongdong), next (dongdong) ask her (dongdong) to (dongdong) introduce herself."

Comes with BGM.

There was a little commotion in the class. Although I was puzzled why there were transfer students at this time, both boys and girls looked at the door expectantly.

The long-haired girl with her head held high stepped forward.

Ah...it really is Mist Cut...

Kyosuke rested his hands on his face and stared at the scene at the front of the class, grinning as if watching a nonsense movie.

Wuqie, who usually wears high heels even in long boots, is now walking on the runway as if stepping on small leather shoes, her long hair swaying back and forth as she walks, and the ribbon on the collar is like a butterfly Wings fluttering, her demeanor is indistinguishable from that of Shizuka Hiratsuka just now.

Walking to the blackboard, she stretched out her slender hands with pure white gloves, which looked like the white coat of someone beside her.

Taking the chalk, "Kakaka" wrote four big characters from top to bottom on the blackboard.

【The original and the last one】

Kyosuke's face slipped from the palm of his hand and fell onto the table with a "slap".

Are pseudonyms still so handsome? !

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