fall in love with dog roll

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

Gojo Satoru booed: "Yes! Pay quickly, pay quickly. Pay quickly——quickly pay—quickly pay—"

Knotweed Youroto scratched his head, and said with a naive smile: "If you still want to use me, I can also..."

Nagizaki Wild Rose covered his mouth: "Stop talking. Wuzi, right? I'm Nagasaki Wild Rose."

I touched my face and turned my head, but the dog curly thorn was firmly in front of me. I stretched out my hand and pulled him aside, and looked at the girl: "Hello, I'm Wuzi."

Huzhang Youren said ah, and pointed to himself, "I forgot to introduce myself just now...Senior Wuzi, I am Huzhang Youren."

Me: "Hello."

Gojo Satoru smiled confidently, with blingbling special effects around him, and said, "I'm Teacher Gojo—"

"..." I said, "Hello."

"Fu Heihui."

girl's name?I blinked and looked at the black-haired boy, but my impression was even deeper.

Sea urchin head, very pretty.

Me: "Hello. I'm Wuzi."

My eyes turned to another girl with chestnut hair holding a camera. She was startled and hiccupped accidentally.

Meiling said weakly: "Hi... pass by, pass by... goodbye..."

Nagasaki Wild Rose/Fuguro Megumi/Gojo Satoru/Dog Curly Thorn: Is it weak at the critical moment?

I watched the girl walk out with a smile, "..."

That girl seemed familiar.But I can't remember it, is it an illusion?

I haven't figured it out yet, the dog curly thorn is a little closer from the position I pushed away, and the finger is stretched out, with obvious traces of black paint on it.

Dog Curlythorn: "Salmon."

Me: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Putting it in his pocket, Fu Heihui said from the side: "It means to ask you to wash it again and paint it again."

I turned my head to look at the black-haired boy, and he looked away as soon as he looked at me.

...A classmate who has firmly grasped Goujuanyu?

……I lost!

But - well lost!

It is impossible for me to master the password of Goujuanji's rice ball stuffing, so I will force the communication, like this.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands: "Hey, whoever agrees to let Ji go on a date with his girlfriend--I agree!"

Nagasaki Wild Rose smiled maliciously: "Okay, Mr. Gojo, you are the devil girl."

"..." Wujo Wu made a cross in front of his chest, "I object!"

Yuzu Yujin covered his mouth: "Puff puff puff, objection is invalid!"

Fu Heihui was expressionless: "After all, it was my own suggestion."

Wild Rose's disgusted expression: "Hey... the teacher is an adult who goes back and forth... tsk, my lord."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru said stubbornly: "Teacher, I still want to take you to play..."

Wild Rose/Fu Heihui: "We can do it ourselves."

Wild Rose: "It's better to say it's more enjoyable."

Gojo Satoru struggled and said, "Teacher, I... haven't played like this for a long time..."

Wild Rose kept smiling: "Where did you get yesterday's gift from?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru whistled.

Fu Heihui nodded: "It is also the responsibility of the teacher to help Senior Goujuan fall in love."

Me: What kind of responsibility is this... By the way, the teacher is blind...

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then "looked" at the dog Juanji who was looking at him: "...Xingba..."

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Yeah!"

Me: What the hell is he...

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In short, when I stood at the door with the changed dog Curly Thorn, I waved goodbye to Fu Heihui and the others in a friendly manner.

I didn't even react.

what happened to this...

"mayonnaise."

His voice pulled me back, I came back to my senses, turned my head, and the dog was wearing a white T-shirt inside, because the coat was with me.

I tore off the wig: "Go to the classroom first, I'll change clothes."

"Salmon."

However, when I took the clothes to the door of the changing room, I realized that I forgot to bring the black stockings left in the changing room of the venue.

... Only black stockings were left in the changing room of the venue.

I turned my head, and the dog Curly Thorn was standing at the door waiting for me, and I said, "I forgot to bring up the stockings...".

I stared at the black stockings that the dog curled up out of nowhere and fell into thought.

This person seems to have taken off his cloak on the spot.Haven't been to the changing room.

Me: "You won't keep the stockings I took off on you all the time?"

The dog curled up blushing, there was no cover from the high collar, the black stripes were surrounded by pink, he waved his hands in a panic to explain something.

I said, "Well done."

The dog curly spine stopped moving: "..."

I nodded: "Good news for those who often forget things, remember to keep it."

For example, the lipstick I bring, the bag I bring, and the cell phone I bring.

I often put it in one place and forget to take it. I need this kind of person very much.

I took the black stockings and went to the changing room to quickly change into the red plaid school uniform skirt.

I handed him the coat and trousers: "After today's activities are over, put back the spare trousers. Put them in my locker first."

The dog curly spine quickly changed his clothes and came out.

I opened my locker, and Curly the dog looked down silently.

My locker, it's full of—air, nothing.

I put the spare pants down and closed the door.

Me: "Go to the paint."

"Salmon."

As I was walking, it occurred to me--

Wait, I changed my clothes and wigs, what the hell did I draw.

I glanced at the black-striped prickly-faced dog with the black stripes covered by the high collar again, and noticed my gaze, and the purple eyes turned around.

I reached out and pulled off his collar, revealing the snake-eye pattern.

Gou Juanji obediently let me look at it, and even bent slightly to let me look at it.

I touched my chin: "...it's inexplicably cool. Then let's do this."

I let go.

When I arrived at the body paint place, I paid the money, and I said, "Can we get a black paint and paint it ourselves?"

"Certainly, here."

"Thank you." I took it, and pulled the dog curly back to sit down and paint.

I took out the small mirror and drew while looking at the snake's eyes exposed by the dog's curly thorns.

"...The drawing is crooked again..." I erased it.

Shaking hands into a sieve, drawing crooked patterns.

I wiped my face clean again, and in a blink of an eye, the "model" of the dog curly thorn was sitting, staring straight at me, and I didn't know how long I hadn't blinked, and I didn't move, very girly sitting posture.

If this goes on, I'm afraid it's not necessary to draw directly until the end of the event.

I paused and looked at his black stripes.

I:"……!"

I had an epiphany.

Holding up the pen stained with black paint, I smiled lovingly: "Come on, I'll draw for you, and I'll just copy it again."

Dog Curly Thorn: "...?" Obviously didn't understand what I was talking about.

I explained patiently: "I just used paint to outline your black lines, and I copied them as soon as I pasted them."

I silently add in my heart.

I'm such a smartass.

"...Salmon." Curly the dog nodded slightly.

I rolled up my sleeves, full of energy, stood up, and picked up a pen: "Look up."

Curlythorn the dog raised his face.

I held his face in my hands, and carefully outlined the snake-eye pattern on his lips with a pen.

Adding black to black makes no difference.

I sketched it one by one, and the dog curly spine probably felt a little itchy, and his lips were pressed tightly to prevent himself from laughing.

I appreciated: "Dedicated."

I finished sketching in two or three strokes, and held his chin to look around: "Not bad, not painted."

Dog Curlythorn: "Salmon."

I put down my pen, "Paste it."

While the paint on the dog's face was not dry, I moved my face closer, the left cheek was pressed against his right cheek, soft against soft, his skin was hotter and redder than mine.

I also rolled automatically.

The dog's curly thorny purple eyes stared fixedly, breathing entangled, but I quickly straightened up and looked in the mirror.

Me: "Perfect black lines on the left cheek!"

The dog Curlythorn didn't say anything about salmon this time, he licked his lips unconsciously.

"Right cheek, right cheek." I pressed the right cheek again, and the dog's face seemed to be getting hotter.

I sat down, looked in the mirror, and said, "Perfect, perfect. This is a complete replica."

"...salmon," he said slowly.

The place where we sat was behind the booth, and we hardly saw anyone.

I'm repeatedly admiring the snake's eye pattern, and the dog curly spine pulls on me.

I turned my head: "What's wrong?"

The dog curled up blushing, but still pointed: "Mayonnaise."

He was referring to the protruding tongue lines.

I hesitated and said: "...This should not be reproduced... Isn't this just eating paint..."

At this time, Goujuanji didn't listen to me at all, he insisted: "Mayonnaise."

I looked away: "I don't know what you're talking about..."

He looked at me quietly, and I gradually dripped cold sweat.

Well, what a strange atmosphere, why is it so similar to the bedroom last time...

"Let's go show it to your classmates...!" I stood up and was immediately pulled down by him.

I sat on the dog's thorny legs in shock, his bony hands pinching my face.

I was surprised: "I haven't done it yet, hey...!"

The gray-haired boy lightly pressed the back of my head and pushed it, as if I took the initiative to kiss it.

The tip of the dog's curly tongue pried open my lips, as if it wanted to recreate a tongue tattoo, sticking to it desperately.

It's also like a sticky dog ​​that insists on sticking around. After sticking the tongue, it sticks to other places in the mouth.

The black paint on the dog's face was washed away, obscuring the original shape of the snake's eye pattern, and the fingertips were full of black paint-on my cheek.

My mind was gradually not clear, and I vaguely felt that a hand helped me straighten my plaid skirt, which was a bit messy because I sat down suddenly.

...it's not cool at all, honestly.