Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

Countless scenes of Atobu falling to the ground and never getting back up flashed through my head.

The heir of the Atobe Zaibatsu, wouldn't be so unlucky.

Trembling, I took out my phone and sent him a message:

[Me: Are you still alive? 】

[Trace Department:? 】

[Me: Great, still alive. 】

[Atobe: Want feedback? 】

[Atobu: It's the first time this uncle eats salty cake, and the taste barely scores seven points. 】

Like a puppy whose tail was stepped on, I reacted immediately:

[Me: Heh, I specially made salty cakes. 】

In terms of pretending to be B, I have never been outdone.

…The matter of mistaking salt for white sugar is still rotten in the stomach.

May is coming soon, hiking, mid-term exams, and school ball games are arranged together, and my mood fluctuates like a certain quadratic function image.

The hiking location is set in a certain mountain in Tokyo, and the euphemistic name is to let us walk into nature.

Mountain climbing certainly gave me a headache, but what gave me even more headache was the next class-labor skills class.

As the name suggests, labor skills courses are courses that require hands-on operation.Like soldering circuit boards and sewing things, my dexterity is about the same as that of Atobe (no discriminating against him here).

The first few classes have already driven me crazy, so I hope this one goes well.I pray so.

"good morning students."

Mr. Hanyu, who teaches labor skills, walked into the classroom full of vigor and greeted us.

"Today we are going to learn how to take care of babies." She said, then turned around and wrote the topic on the blackboard. "Many students have younger siblings at home. Do you usually take care of them?"

ha?

The topic was a bit jumpy, and I didn't realize it for a while, but many students in the class have already started discussing it.Even Baiyin Yuxing, who is usually the most silent, raised his head, as if he had full confidence in this subject.

"It's not just the mother's responsibility to take care of the baby, the father should be involved too."

On the podium, Mr. Hanyu was speaking eloquently, but my gaze was fixed on the back of Atobe's handsome head, and my thoughts drifted thousands of miles away unconsciously.

Will this guy and I have a baby in years to come?

My mother once told me that I look like my father because I am a girl, and all girls are like my father.Then if Atobe and I give birth to a little girl, it should be able to perfectly inherit his appearance.

But the character is better like me, Atobe's character is too stinky.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but nod my head.

"Koizumi-san, do you want to try?"

Teacher Hanyu's voice suddenly reached my ears, I heard my name, and looked blankly at the podium.

At some point in her hand, there was a "little baby" in pink clothes. It was the most common simulated baby toy in the toddler section of the shopping mall. It could talk and sing at the touch of a button, and some had more advanced functions.

"what?"

I blinked, and Mr. Hanyu had already stepped off the podium, and handed the "baby" to me with a smile, "Mother Koizumi, this is your daughter Aisha."

"Hahahaha..." The whole class laughed because of this sentence.

What a hasty appointment.

I stared at Aisha in my arms, and accepted the change of identity frankly.

"Don't laugh, it's a very honorable thing. Now what I want to teach my classmates is about the baby's hugging posture."

Teacher Hanyu became serious in no time, and said: "Baby holding methods are different at different stages. Babies from 1 to 2 months are usually held flat, and the key is to support the head."

……

While listening to her talk, I adjusted the posture of the doll in my arms, but no matter how I adjusted it, it was very weird.

Atobe, who had been watching me for a long time, couldn't help but finally said, "Your hugging pose is too gorgeous."

I was about to lose my temper because of this hugging posture, and his tone of speaking while standing up made me even angrier.I threw the doll in my arms to him directly, "You do it, you do it!"

Atobe, who was forced to become a father, was stunned for a while, raised his eyebrows, and said dismissively: "...Hmph, come here."

"My uncle must be more gorgeous than you." After speaking, he hugged the doll.

At this moment, the doll burst into tears in his arms, not knowing if it was because he accidentally touched a button.

The whole class looked at us because of the loud cry.

Teacher Yuquan asked with a smile: "How did Aisha get into the arms of classmate Atobe?"

Atobe gave me a sideways look and snorted coldly, "It's all my mother's incompetence."

"What? It's not you..."

My face turned red, and I was about to snatch Aisha from his arms, but I saw that the underside of his uniform was wet.

I suddenly remembered the imitation dolls I played with when I was a child. Their crying and laughing often indicated the next move.

"That." I leaned close to Atobu's ear and whispered, "You..."

"What's wrong?" he asked casually.

I pointed at his uniform, hesitated for a moment, and then ruthlessly said the words that might discredit him:

"Your daughter, peed."