[Black Basket] White Dwarf

His eyes softened for a moment, "...Thank you." It seems that this bastard with purple hair over 2 meters who ate his own birthmark macaron is not so annoying anymore.

"Then can you treat me to a snack? ~/~"

Revealing her true form in a second broke her little girl mentality, bastard! "==Go away."

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Open the "Discourse Error Correction Book", you can see the words written by red and black pens.

What was written in black pen was what she said at that time, and what was written in red pen was her complaints and corrections to herself.

"Wow, there's also the conversation between me and Tongniu that day." Atsushi Ziyuan looked at Juanxiu's handwriting, "Let me see what I wrote."

"Don't tell me what you see," Baishi Tongzi scratched his face with his index finger, "It's the first time I show the book to others, I'm so shy."

[We are in the same class? 】——If you already know it, you still ask your ass!At this time, I should say... what can I say in such a situation? Hey! [Wang Nima's face]

【Hey, how did you find me? 】——Student Ziyuan's comprehension ability is so strong that he actually understands it!Here it should say [No, I have a low sense of existence, how would you know that I am in the class. 】It's a long story==

"Pfft haha," [Nimma's face] was particularly poked at the point of laughter but he could barely hold it back, but the second point of laughter really made him unbearable, "'It's a long story' where I complained to myself really It’s so cute, Hitomi is so cute, let me know>333”

Hitomi Shiraishi blushed and then turned black, and stood up in front of his face with his palms turned up, resisting the advance of Atsushi Murasakihara's big face, "Mr. Murasakihara, I found that your character design seems to be a bit broken."

"Hey, it seems so," Atsushi Murasaki turned from a moron to a normal foodie in a second, "Let's restart the machine~ Maybe there is a virus that Kaspersky needs to clean up, hehe~"

"Hey, hey, your sister! Sure enough, I still won't show it to you." Others are flipping through the notebook you intended to write for yourself, but you still take the initiative to show him that you are watching from the sidelines. It's really embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing. ah ah!Hitoko Shiraishi was about to reach out to snatch it.

Atsushi Murasakihara lifted the notebook up very slowly, so slow that it was slightly ironic, without lifting it above his head, and directly on his own head.And very leisurely to pick up a few chips to eat.

The smile in the eyes is very obvious.

"I don't want it╭╮I want to continue watching."

"You precipice are despising my height, hey!" Hitomi Shiraishi jumped up quickly while talking, "Do you really think I can't reach it, huh~"

"Do you really think I can't see that your arm length plus your height is barely enough? Uh-huh~" Atsushi Ziyuan used this cruel sentence pattern, emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "barely", and quickly moved the hair on the top of his head. He picked up the notebook and held it over his head.

【Hitomi Shiraishi suffers from ginseng/high/rooster/chicken, and HP is reduced by 100. 】

"..." She had the urge to step on the table and compare her height with him, okay?But no!In this way, what you lose is your book and height, and what you lose when you step on the table is your principle and face!

——Actually, you’ve already lost face if you didn’t reach it, okay?

"Then just watch it. It's not because I begged you to read it because I said it in advance?" Wait, stop, girl, don't add [Tsundere] attribute to yourself!

"Ah, come to think of it," Atsushi Murasakihara pointed at [Eh, how did you find me? ] said: "Actually, you didn't find my answer, so it's a bit unclear? 'It's too white, every time I see it, I feel a kind of hurt my eyes." It means that every time I glance at your part, I feel a little uncomfortable in my eyes So I'll be paying special attention to see if any flashbangs were left there."

Bridge bean sacks (Japanese pronunciation of blah blah)!Boy, your complaints are so strange, what happened to the flash bomb? Hey!

"So no matter who you are, there will be times when you can't hit the point." Atsushi Ziyuan took out a Pocky from the four-dimensional pocket, shook it up and down in his mouth, and bit off a piece from time to time, "it will be better, I'm with you."

Moved like a mystery.For a moment, Hitoko Shiraishi had the urge to "marry him".Although only for a moment.

"...Why do you keep saying embarrassing things?"

"Hey~ Is there any?" A natural foodie? Atsushi Murasakihara.

"Then you have to be good...cough cough..." Suddenly she couldn't continue, and the blush on her face became even worse, which made her lower her head again and again, "Responsible."

The voice as thin as mosquito feet made Atsushi Ziyuan blush instantly, and he scratched the back of his head, "Well, it seems a bit embarrassing to say that."

"I just found out now, you're such an idiot!" Hitomi Shiraishi angrily smashed the cucumber.

"Hitomi, you're stupid too~"

etc!How did you manage to adjust the tone of saying people are stupid to the same as saying people are cute!

Atsushi Murasakihara narrowed his eyes slightly, and rubbed Hitoko Shiraishi's hair, "Let me heal Hitomi girl~ I'll make you into a snack and you'll be fine."

"The so-called cure is to eat all over the world together, hey!"

"Look, Tongniu is very good at complaining about me, she hit the spot all of a sudden, it's great oo~~"

In fact, you deliberately revealed your flaws to me clearly!After complaining angrily in his heart with a stinky face, the corners of Shiraishi Tongzi's mouth turned up unconsciously, "Then what do you want to call Ziyuan?"

"Shouldn't Tongniu decide this by herself! I don't want to help you! It's shameful to be lazy." Atsushi Ziyuan reached into the potato chip bag and took out a piece of potato chips, "Wow, what a long potato chip... After muttering something in a low voice, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something interesting, even the corners of his mouth were grinning, and his usually lazy eyes showed a subtle brilliance.

"Food? Calling him a nickname makes me feel good... Ziyuan-kun? No, it seems a little rusty. Xiao Ziyuan? OJZ I don't have such a strange mouth addiction!" While talking to himself, I suddenly felt something hard The thing hit the corner of his mouth.

"Huh?" His tone was raised to express his doubts, Shiraishi Tongzi looked sideways, but saw Atsushi Murasakihara's naughty (...) face close at hand, "Hey, what are you doing! "

The other party's breath breathed into her face, and the pores didn't feel open under the warm and humid blowing, which made the hairs more sensitive, and the itchiness made her a little overwhelmed, but it was even more difficult for her to take a step to escape.

And Atsushi Ziyuan took advantage of the short gap between pupils opening his mouth, sent the long potato chips over, handed the thin potato chips in, and then closed his eyes.

"Hey, hey, this is about to kiss!? No, it shouldn't be progressing so fast, it's unscientific!" Hitomi Shiraishi's eyes were filled with little tadpoles spinning, her face heated up rapidly, and she could even hear the water burning There was a sharp whistling sound.

At close range, she could almost see Atsushi Murasakihara's thick eyelashes trembling slightly and the corners of his mouth looming upward. "Where's my integrity!!" Although she shouted, she still closed her eyes.

Atsushi Ziyuan watched the girl's frail body like a white paper trembling like a deer, the corner of her mouth smiled even wider, and then let her mouth go, letting the other party hold the potato chips alone, but he moved to the lower part of the girl's face.

"Hmm." With a coquettish hum, Baishi Tongzi opened his eyes, and glared angrily at the boy who bent over and was a little shorter than her, "Nimma is actually biting my neck!"

The boy raised his head and pointed his Adam's apple right at the girl, "That's not right, I'm eating macarons (??ˇ?ˇ?)"

"Adam's apple... oh fuck!" This was Shiraishi Hitoko's last consciousness when he was awake, "The cliff is naturally black!"

dark equipment room

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"Hey, why are there so few mats..." the physical education teacher said to himself with some distress, and then said to Hitoko Shiraishi at the end of the queue: "That classmate, go to the sports equipment room and bring another mat."

Hitoko Shiraishi, who was originally looking down at the ground and distracted, and occasionally touched his neck, was obviously taken aback when he heard the teacher's call, and agreed somewhat stammeringly: "Okay, okay..."

"Unexpectedly, someone can find themselves when the background cloth is white!" Hitomi Shiraishi glanced behind her, and the pure white wall was almost the same color as hers.

Trotted a few steps forward, making sure that he was out of everyone's sight. Hitomi Shiraishi clenched his fists, knees slightly bent, and his body shook down with his arms, "Great, I've made progress!"

Moreover, everyone who has only known each other for two weeks did not whisper to each other and ask, "Who is this person from our class?" She was so happy that she was about to cry!

"La la la la la L lasize ~" The melody hummed, and Shiraishi Tongzi walked into the sports equipment room with a good mood, "Let me see where the cushion is."

"it's here."

"Thank you la la la~"

……

Hitomi Shiraishi's humming voice gradually weakened, and then she changed into Wang Nima's face in an instant, holding the (virtual) balls in her hands, "Sack of bridge beans (wait)! Girl, who are you!"

"It's not a girl, it's Dun."

"Do you think you are delete> wig Katsura!" Hitomi Shiraishi turned into an unoiled robot in an instant, turned his head very stiffly to the source of the sound, and made a "click click" sound, "you, why are you here ?” The very excited expression just now is gone, and the look of wanting to cry without tears makes Atsushi Ziyuan feel inexplicably happy.

Atsushi Murasakihara was lying on a hill piled up with a large pile of randomly thrown cushions, eating potato chips very comfortably, and occasionally took a sip of the milkshake on another cushion, making a "swoosh" sound.

Hearing Shiraishi Hitoko's question, Murasakihara twisted