[SD] Logic of Wild Dogs

The so-called analogy

"Morning, Qihai." Mitsui abruptly squeezed between Qihai and Sato, "What are you talking about?"

"Morning Mitsui-kun, Sato-kun and I are talking about photography." Nanami looked at Mitsui with some surprise and said.

"Photography? Didn't you say you were quitting the photography agency?" Mitsui glanced at the so-called "Sato-kun" as if inadvertently.

"It was a little misunderstanding before, and now Nanami has decided to officially join our photography club." Sato looked towards Mitsui with a firm gaze, and slightly puffed up his chest, "Just now I was inviting Nanami to be my exclusive model. Nanami, You were going to agree to me just now, right?" Sato turned his head to look at Qihai full of deep meaning.

"Uh..." Qihai was about to nod when she was interrupted by Mitsui.

"Exclusive model?" The veins on Mitsui's forehead throbbed faintly, and he forced a smile, "Aren't you joking? Qihai, you probably won't agree, right?"

The two men looked at Qihai with burning eyes.

"Huh?" Qi Hai took a step back, why did the atmosphere suddenly become tense?

"Qihai, don't be afraid of his threat, you were going to agree to me just now, right?" Sato said cogently.

"Who are you saying is threatening, kid!" Mitsui took a step forward and wanted to pick up Sato's collar.

"Are you going to do it?" Sato frowned and stared at Mitsui without fear, "Isn't this considered a threat?"

"Mitsui-kun, don't do this!" Qi Hai stepped forward to dissuade him without knowing why.

Mitsui let go angrily: "Hmph, pay attention to your attitude towards seniors, first graders!"

"Satou-kun, are you alright?" Nanami asked with concern while supporting Sato.

"I'm fine." Sato straightened his collar, looked at Mitsui with a sneer, "Qami, this Mitsui senior is a well-known delinquent boy in the second grade. You'd better stay away from this kind of person. "

Qihai: "Huh?"

"It's you who should stay away from her, right? Don't think I don't know what you're up to, kid!" Mitsui laughed angrily, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to strike.

"Mitsui-kun..." Qihai was about to persuade him again, but he heard a loud shout from the end of the corridor.

"Hello! Over there! What are you doing in the corridor!?" It was the dean of students.

Mitsui snorted and withdrew his hand.

"What's going on? Are you going to make trouble in school?" The dean's squinted eyes were hidden behind the brown glasses, staring at Mitsui Road unkindly, "It's you again, Mitsui."

Qihai hurriedly explained: "We didn't cause trouble, it was just a little dispute... Uh, it has nothing to do with Senior Mitsui."

"Really?" The dean of students looked at Sato sternly, "You tell me."

Sato glanced at Nanami, then smiled steadily and said, "It's really nothing, it's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" The dean of students glanced at Mitsui suspiciously, "Hmph! Why don't you hurry back to the classroom? Class is about to begin!"

"Yes, teacher, I'm very sorry!" Nanami bowed again and again, and Sato also apologized with a smile.

Mitsui gave Sato a nonchalant glance, then turned and walked downstairs.

Dean of Students: "Hey! Mitsui—! Where are you going? That's not the direction of the second grade classroom!"

"I have a headache! I have to leave early!" Mitsui waved his hands far away, and left without looking back.

"Damn brat, don't let me catch you..." The dean gritted his teeth, turned around and saw Qihai and the two, "What are you two still doing? Why don't you hurry back to the classroom for class?"

"Yes, let's go back now." Sato smiled and pulled Nanami's arm, "Let's go, Nanami."

Qihai broke free from his hand suddenly, and stuffed the schoolbag into Sato's arms: "Sato-kun, please help me bring the schoolbag to the classroom."

"Huh?" Sato took the schoolbag in a daze, "Qami, what are you going to do? Class is about to begin!"

"I'm sorry, Sato-kun! If Kitamura-sensei asks, please help me ask for a vacation!" Qihai had already run downstairs, "Just say I'm in physical pain!"

"Huh—? Nanami!" Sato wanted to shout again, but the girl's figure had already disappeared.

Dean of Students: "Which class are you from? What's your name?"

Sato hugged his schoolbag and laughed: "Uh..."

……

Qi Haixue trotted all the way to chase out of the school, and finally caught up with Mitsui Shou who was striding forward in front of the fork in front of the school gate.

"Mitsui-kun—! Whoa...wait a minute—!" Nanami stopped panting, and shouted loudly while putting her hands on her knees.

"Qami? You...how did you come after her?" Mitsui turned around in surprise, walked over to help the girl up.

"I...cough cough, I asked for leave." Qihai choked, and then tightly grabbed Mitsui's arm, "Mitsui-kun... where are you going?"

Qihai raised her head and looked into Mitsui's eyes earnestly: "Where is Mitsui-kun going...me too, where are we going."

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"Heh..." Mitsui couldn't help laughing, and gently straightened Qihai's slightly messy Liuhai with his big palm, "What are you talking about, shouldn't top students be obediently attending class and taking notes? Go back to the classroom now."

"Mitsui-kun...?" Qihai blankly let the other party straighten her hair and then ruffle it, "Mitsui-kun, aren't you angry?"

"Uh, not at all..." Mitsui withdrew his hand in embarrassment, turned around and walked towards the street entrance, "It's just a little annoying...you don't have to follow me, it's better to go back quickly."

"Mitsui-kun... do you hate me?" Nanami Zhi was stunned with messy hair, holding Mitsui's arm tightly with both hands, and still followed step by step.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsui looked away, "What a fool..." How could I hate you.

It turned out that she wasn't hated...Qi Hai's heart instantly relaxed a lot.

"Then, does Mitsui-kun dislike me being Sato-san's exclusive model?"

"……Uh."

Mitsui looked down, and the guy who was holding his arm tightly looked at him stubbornly, and unconsciously told the truth: "Don't promise him."

So, are you angry about the exclusive model thing?

"Why... are you angry?"

"because……"

Because the kid likes you—no.

Because he was restless and well-intentioned—no.

Because I don't think he's happy—no.

【Because he touched my things...】

【Because you belong exclusively to me...】

【You should only belong to me...】

Damn—it's too nasty to say it!

Mitsui rubbed his face in frustration, turned around and strode towards the narrow alley.

"Huh? What's the reason, Mitsui-kun?" Qihai trotted along and continued to ask.

"Because...the models...don't want to take off their clothes?" Mitsui hesitated to speak, and finally gave up on himself, "...to take off or something."

"Ah..." Qihai exclaimed in a small voice, and then slowly blushed, "I didn't expect... Sato-kun... probably not?"

"Hmph! Don't imagine boys too well!" Mitsui sneered and stopped, sparing no effort to attack his rival, "Every boy of this age is the same, full of bad things in his head!"

"Huh?... Bad thing?"

"Yeah, I think about hugging, kissing, sexually assaulting girls I like in my dreams... etc." Mitsui's face also slowly turned red.

"Ah..." Qihai let go of her hand in disbelief, "Is... like this?"

"Ah."

"Then... Mitsui-kun, is this also the case?"

"what?"

"My mind is full of bad things... Kiss and hugs... Is Mitsui-kun like this too?" Qihai belatedly draws inferences, "Mitsui-kun's face...is red."

Going around, I didn't expect to get myself in.Mitsui Shou stroked his hair carelessly.

Wind, blow~~ leaves, fall~~ This is an awkward silence.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

"Yes, yes! That's it!" Mitsui suddenly raised his head to look at Nanami, "I am no exception!"

"Eh?"

"I'm also... a guy with a mind full of bad things." Mitsui's scorching gaze seemed real, and magma flowed down Qihai's neck all the way, burning Qihai's body trembling, slightly hot.

"Mitsui-kun...?"

"I'm still—a bad boy who makes troubles all day long." Mitsui walked towards Qihai, propped his hands on the low wall on the street, and locked the girl in his arms, "—I can do anything."

"Mitsui...kun?"

"That guy is right..." Mitsui smirked, his voice was low and hoarse, "You should stay away from people like me."

He lowered his head slightly, and rubbed his lips against Qihai's ear tip lightly: "You follow me like this... I don't guarantee that you will do anything..."

"Three... um..."

The girl's call stopped abruptly, leaving only a thin whimper in the autumn wind.

On a sunny morning, in an unknown alley in Kanagawa Prefecture, the top of the low wall is densely covered with withered creepers, the leaves of the cherry tree are slightly bright red, and under the shadow of a section of uneven tiles, the boy gently kissed him Beloved girl.

On the telegraph pole, two fat sparrows chirped and jumped, only the breeze knew his and her secret.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a second, maybe a lifetime.Mitsui Hisashi raised his head abruptly, and staggered back two steps.

"You, you should know by now, right?" He blushed in embarrassment, turned his back and didn't look at Qihai who was stunned, "Boy, it's like this... like this... you can do anything! "

Mitsui's heart is no longer beating, it's just pounding, bastard!

"So... remember to stay away from them in the future!" Mitsui tried hard to find his breath, and concluded sternly, "Did you hear that?!"

He turned his head to look at Qihai with a ferocious face.

The girl was still standing there stupidly, but after being stared at, she shivered suddenly, and nodded her head with tears in her eyes.

"Hmph..." Mitsui turned his head resentfully, put his hands in his pockets and said, "Stop following me, go back to class."

Oops, the last voice was obviously too gentle...

Mitsui buried his head and walked quickly, hoping that the innocent guy was still in a daze...

Ah ah ah ah ah--! ! !I——what the hell did I do——! ! !

Mitsui Shou fled in despair.

……

The wind blew, and a cherry tree leaf fell gently on the girl's head—like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Qi Haixue's legs softened, and she slowly sat down on the ground along the low wall .

Just now... what happened just now?

Mitsui-kun...he...dear...?

Qihai's mind has been churned into a mess, and he can't spell a reliable word from his broken thoughts.

She covered her lips with shaking hands.