If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Boys are silent, girls cry.

Than the dean also teach the dean.

Even when the stern dean is staring at you, you won't feel the horrible experience of the philosophical eyes drilling down your ass.

Kyosuke was very satisfied with this response.He bent down to pick up the lesson plan that fell on the floor and put it on the brown desk, and walked towards Xue Nai who he saw when he scanned the class just now.

It was a corner by the window.

The pretty face of the quiet girl with long black hair was a little paler than usual, her bloodless face and black eyebrows and eyelashes formed a black-and-white photo-like contrast.

The girl sitting quietly in the seat had already noticed Kyosuke, even though she frowned slightly, she still curled the corners of her mouth and showed him a pale smile.

Kyousuke, who hurried over, was very distressed.

The other students in the classroom were not surprised that Kyosuke came to look for Yukino. After all, the PY transaction between the well-known ass tyrant of the whole school and the campus idol Yukinoshita is already well known, and even formed a similar situation in other schools. A horror fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast.

A few boys and girls sitting near Xue Nai dispersed, and most of the other people in the class also fled the classroom.

Nuoda's international class was almost empty in an instant.

"Just saw your email."

Kyosuke said as he pulled the chair next to Yukino, which was vacant after the owner of the chair ran out of the classroom, to her side, and sat on it.

Yukino put her hands flat on the skirt of her thighs, her back was still straight even though she was uncomfortable and thin, she lightly set her eyes on Kyosuke, her beautiful literary girlish eyes reflected on Kyosuke.

She said: "It's okay, it's just that I told you at the beginning that I couldn't go to school, and then I came again, and I thought I should tell you."

Kyosuke smiled at himself in Yukino's eyes: "Didn't you want me to come and see you?"

The pale girl's pretty face was instantly covered with misty pink, and her eyes drifted to one side, staring at the blank or black blackboard: "I really like to be passionate, Kosaka-san."

The tone with a little nasal sound sounds naive.Normally, Yukino would never behave like this, probably because her weak body made her lose her strength and rationality in the past.

Kyosuke was amused by Miss Yukino's cute appearance, and casually held a small strand of Yukino's silky hair: "Well, even if I want to come and see you by myself. How is your body?"

Yukino bit her thin lower lip, still looking at the blackboard pretending to be cold, but she didn't even care about Kyosuke's behavior of circling her long hair around her fingers.

A soft voice came from the slightly parted lips: "It's much better, far less uncomfortable than in the morning."

Kyosuke subconsciously looked at the junction of Yukino's shirt and plaid skirt, where the girl's lower abdomen was.

Of course, Kyosuke, who doesn't have clairvoyant eyes, can't see why.

He looked at Xue Nai's side face: "I'll take a taxi to take you back after school, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on after such a long journey."

While talking, he let down Xue Nao's hair, and put his arm on the back of the chair behind her.

Seeing that the terrifying ass tyrant seemed to have a long talk with the school idol, the few students in the classroom who were trembling and planning to endure until the ass tyrant left also ran out of the classroom.

Suddenly, it became a two-person world.

Yukino's big eyes were not squinting, as if she didn't notice everything around her, but she turned her body slightly like a fallen tumbler and leaned against Kyosuke's arms, her cool white ears were pressed against Kyosuke's cheek that was about to be warmer.

He whispered with him completely unreasonably: "If you can't hold on, can you still collapse?"

Kyosuke couldn't help but laugh, and looked sideways at Yukino, the girl's slightly trembling slender eyelashes were very clear at close range.

Rubbing her cheek against the cool and slippery long hair on Yukino's small head, she made a soft "rustling" sound.

Following the girl who was acting like a baby with him, he said, "Of course it is possible! Think about it, you were walking on the road after school, and the blood dripped down your leg, how embarrassing it is."

"..."

The cold girl finally shifted her gaze from the blackboard to him, but it was a look full of disgust.

Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at his beautiful black silk legs under the desk.

The delicate tongue slapped in the mouth, and the soft words were as clear as rolling balls: "I'm wearing black stockings, and no one else can tell if the flow is on my legs."

"..."

This time, Kyosuke was speechless. He really didn't expect Xue Nao to follow him, so he had to change the subject.

"Hey, let's not talk about this... You were very uncomfortable when you first woke up in the morning? Otherwise, with your personality, you wouldn't say you can't come to school."

The girl who was pillowed on his shoulder first showed a proud little expression of victorious quarrel, then she probably recalled the tragedy when she just woke up in the morning, and subconsciously rubbed her stomach.

"...It's not very comfortable, I can't even get up."

The idol girl with the cat outside the back door of the classroom noticed Yukino stroking her stomach.

The slightly round pretty face turned into Munch's famous painting, "The Scream".

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273 Lost Things Are Always Found After Forgotten ([-])

From just now, Kyosuke felt a gaze coming from the back door on the other side of the classroom, staring at him all the time.

He turned his head and looked over, intending to stare fiercely at this guy who doesn't want a butt to scare him away, but he didn't expect to be startled instead.

From the open back door of the classroom, the cat leaned forward and looked at his face. The frightened expression on it was distorted as if he had assimilated himself into an indescribable thing after seeing something indescribable.