The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"I didn't say that it would be nice to be disturbed by the sound of you sharpening pencils and constantly walking around and observing. Even this noise can't be blocked. You don't look very suitable for a painter, Sawamura Spencer Eriri."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who squinted her eyes slightly, took out her phone and glanced at the text message she received, closed her notebook, and stood up.

The tall and straight Mount Everest is in stark contrast to the flat Tokyo Bay Airport.

"What did you say?" Ying Lili's face turned completely dark when someone questioned her favorite profession.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu didn't speak any more, but went downstairs at a mature and steady pace compared to Yinglili.

"Damn it, this guy..."

After all, Ying Lili, who didn't have much enmity with Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, pursed her mouth, leaned against the railing of the roof, holding a picture book in one hand, and quickly drew the appearance of Xiazhiqiu Shiyu with the other, viciously cutting off her strong capital, and by the way, There are three flowers on the face: "What is the air!"

After venting together, Ying Lili opened a new page in the painting book, and was about to enjoy the rooftop full of inspiration all by herself, but unexpectedly saw Kasumigaoka Shiyu who was confronting her not long ago because of this rooftop. Actually chatting with a man at the school gate?

"Boyfriend?" Ying Lili muttered, and then she saw Kasumigaoka Shiyu stepping briskly into the passenger seat of the car.

"Looking at his age, he doesn't seem to be a student either."

"Could it be—"

Ying Lili's eyes lit up when she saw the man's face, and she, who is good at erotica, suddenly thought of some pictures that were not suitable for children.

After all, today is Valentine's Day.

Relying on her superb painting skills, Ying Lili just relied on the few glances she just looked at from afar, and drew a general picture of Kasumigaoka Shiyu getting into the car of a certain social man on Valentine's Day and then walking away.

"Let's see if you dare to quarrel with me next time."

The proud Ying Lili hummed a song and continued to draw the school's customs and customs.

In this school exhibition, the theme of her work is this campus.

No.17 Medieval Paintings

"It's really rare, Mr. Token."

"I thought you'd forget about it, and you'll remember it when I take the initiative to find you."

On the co-pilot seat of 86, Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was leaning on the backrest and looking at the reflection in the window, raised the corners of his mouth, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.

"I have never broken even a single promise, Xiao Shiyu."

"Are you trying to stigmatize me by saying that?"

Toshihito Yamashita chuckled, the accelerator of the 86 increased again, and the sound of the friction between the tires and the ground gradually became ear-piercing.

"Yes, after all, you never promise easily, right?"

"Kids know what everyone knows, and don't speak in such an old-fashioned tone in the future. Those who know think you are a high school student, and those who don't know think you have seen all the prosperity of the world."

Now, when Akatsuki Yamashita heard Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu's tone, his heart would easily get angry.

"Then you want to take me to the carousel?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu turned his head, raised his feet, stared at the profile of the man beside him with bright eyes, and asked.

The slight sound of bright black velvet stockings rubbing against each other suppressed her desire to try it out in this car.

Her editor said that when dealing with a man like Yamashita Atsuto, he must fully grasp that extraordinary attitude.

The obscurity and ambiguity of playing hard to get is the most fatal magic weapon that can make this kind of man addicted.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu has been researching recently, and feels as if he has already entered the door.

"No, I have to go by myself, that thing is so boring."

"You can go with your little boyfriend, didn't you borrow my kitchen to make chocolate a few days ago?" For some reason, Atsuto Yamashita thought of that night again.

Immediately, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's appearance wearing a small purple sling and her legs wrapped in black stockings appeared before her eyes again.

[I'm thinking about something messy. 】

Shaking his head, Atsuto Yamashita shook the picture out of his mind: "But go back, you, a girl, should pay more attention to protecting yourself when you go out, and be vigilant to guard against scumbags."

"Like you?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu leaned on the back of the driver's seat and leaned against the driver's seat. Hearing this, the arc of the corner of his mouth widened a bit.

"Stop pouring dirty water on me."

Atsushi Yamashita doesn't fall for it, these days he has gotten used to the girl's more and more outrageous actions and words.

He wanted to reprimand him, but he couldn't catch the opportunity every time. Thanks to the editor's guidance with rich theoretical knowledge, Kasumigaoka Shiyu firmly grasped the distance of Atsuto Yamashita's psychological defense line, and prevented himself from crossing that red line. .

A 17-year-old girl can mess around because she still has age as a cover.

Machida Sonoko's set of principles has benefited Kasumigaoka Shiwa a lot.

Although she sometimes wondered why her editor sister had such rich theoretical knowledge and was single, but in the end, this question was submerged in the sea of ​​battle plans against Atsuto Yamashita.

"That's a pity. I always look for boyfriends like you. It's a pity that you are all scumbags."

"One by one wanted to climb up the pole within a few days of knowing each other, and they didn't look at their own virtues."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu shook his feet, yawned, and then performed the 36 strategies of the strategy - alternate reality and reality.

One to three points are true, nine to seven points are false, mixed together to arouse the curiosity and desire to conquer in a man's character.