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"Flirting, flirting?!"

The blond queen blushed and subconsciously amplified the volume to cover up her true lack of confidence.

"Isn't it?" Misaka Mikoto stared seriously at Shokuhou Misaki's eyes, and after a while she laughed, lightly touching Shokuhou Misaki's golden and curly thick long eyelashes with her fingertips.

"'Just like me', this sentence," the girl's warm and sweet breath sprinkled down, "is it you who said it?"

That group of people were all controlled by Shokuhou Misaki, and they had no self-awareness at all.What can be said from their mouths is naturally what Shokuhou Misaki asked them to say.

Shokuhou Misaki fell silent suddenly.

She pursed her lips tightly, and after a while, she showed a helpless look and sighed softly.

The girl's long golden hair slid down to her shoulders as she tilted her head slightly, and bright golden stars shone in her eyes filled with honey, reflecting a fresh brown color.

"Misaka-san, what kind of relationship do you think we have?"

This was the first time that Shokuhou Misaki asked this question bluntly since the two of them held hands tacitly across the bed that night - before that, both of them had actually understood it in their hearts.

It's a state of tacit understanding where you know and I know, but no one has taken the initiative to speak out.

Misaka Mikoto did not avoid Shokuhou Misaki's gaze this time, she looked back closely, but did not answer Shokuhou Misaki's question.

"I remember, you used to hate me." This was Misaka Mikoto's first words.

Shokuhou Misaki was silent for a second before saying: "...It's not simply annoying."

It's not that I hate it, but it's mixed with many other feelings-the first and most important friend in life is Dori, Misaka Mikoto's clone.She has the same face as Dolly, but her life is completely different.

I hate it, but I can't help but pay attention to it.

Although he said "don't let your face appear in front of me again", in fact, he always controls all kinds of "passers-by" and makes pranks and tricks on Misaka Mikoto, just like to see her vivid expression when she gets angry .

I don't want to get close, but I will be attracted instinctively.

This is a distorted relationship called "enemy", which actually deforms the essence.

"I know." Misaka Mikoto answered Shokuhou Misaki's words.

"Half a year ago, if someone told me that the relationship between me and you would become very good...then I would not believe it." Misaka Mikoto smiled when she spoke, "Maybe you will say this The person who spoke cursed loudly."

"Hmph." From Shokuhou Misaki's voice, there was a soft hum of unknown meaning.

The tea-haired girl stared at her seriously: "I used to think that Shokuhou Misaki was just someone who likes to speak condescendingly to her classmates, has a bad taste and likes to tease people, has a hypocritical bad temper, has poor physical strength and is not good at fighting. A poor young lady who casually snoops into other people's brains with superpowers."

Whenever Misaka Mikoto uttered a short sentence, Shokuhou Misaki's face became ugly, and when Misaka Mikoto finished the sentence, Shokuhou Misaki couldn't help but clenched her fists .

"Misaka-san, I don't want to hear you scolding me, do I?!" Her Ladyship was angry, "And so is that how Misaka-san treats others?"

"You didn't think much better about me before." Misaka Mikoto curled her lips, "I said it all, that was the past, the past!"

She puts a lot of emphasis on the word "before".

"Now..." Misaka Mikoto suddenly got stuck when she said this, facing Shokuhou Misaki's extremely oppressive gaze, she finally just said, "...you are not bad."

Shokuhou Misaki's voice began to rise: "Is that all?"

"but,"

Misaka Mikoto's voice was very soft.

The wind gently blows the ends of the girl's brown hair, jumping in the sun-drenched air, and the bright stars are reflected in the clear brown pupils, gently blurring the honey color.

"Hasn't my electromagnetic barrier been opened for you?"

The lights are not turned on in the rather spacious apartment, and the gradually darkening night enters the room through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows. Thousands of lights and neon colors are intertwined, forming a brilliant color on the clear glass.

"So, you are angry today because I ignored you?"

Misaka Mikoto asked puzzledly.

"So, you manipulated a group of punks to talk nonsense about me?" Misaka Mikoto showed an indescribable subtle expression, "——Are you a student who hasn't graduated from elementary school yet?"

She and Shokuhou Misaki were both sitting on the sofa in the living room, but their postures were slightly different——

Misaka Mikoto was sitting solemnly leaning against the back of the sofa; Shokuhou Misaki rested her head on the armrest, unceremoniously resting her slender legs on Misaka Mikoto's lap, her long golden hair flowing along the arc of the sofa armrest However, even in dim light, it is difficult to hide such dazzling colors.

"Misaka-san, do you have no EQ at all?"

Shokuhou Misaki sat up with her arms propped up, and threw the pillow she was holding in her arms at Misaka Mikoto's face with her backhand.

Although the two of them were only a little over one meter apart, even if they were so close, the Queen Bee's aim seemed unreliable... Fortunately, the pillow was big enough, and it still fell on Misaka Mikoto's face.

Misaka Mikoto didn't hide, even if the pillow was thrown on her face, it didn't hurt. She calmly hugged the pillow that Shokuhou Misaki threw in her arms, and there was still a little girl's warmth on the surface of the flannel.

"I just think that some brains who claim to be smart can also be stupid." When saying the words "brains who claim to be smart", Misaka Mikoto deliberately emphasized the pronunciation.

Even though the room was dimly lit, Shokuhou Misaki could clearly see the playful smile on Misaka Mikoto's face.

"Misaka-san, you can always pick just the right time to spoil my good mood." Shokuhou Misaki gritted her teeth, and glared at Misaka Mikoto with her honey-colored eyes glistening with water.

That's right, it's a good mood.

Until just now, Shokuhou Misaki was in a good mood - because of what Misaka Mikoto said.

When she asked Misaka Mikoto that question, she didn't have to get an answer.

However, Misaka Mikoto can use electromagnetic force to form a barrier that cannot be broken through with "psychological control". Given the previous gap between the two, she is the only one who can never be snooped into the brain by Shokuhou Misaki.

However, the current Misaka Mikoto actively and voluntarily opened the insurmountable electromagnetic barrier for her, and handed over her brain to her.

There is no need for pale words anymore, this alone can explain Misaka Mikoto's attitude.

"I actually asked you sincerely before, are you a junior high school student..." Misaka Mikoto moved her gaze down [-] centimeters from Shokuhou Misaki's face, and stared at it in an arc that she couldn't have After a while, he let out a disdainful laugh, "As a result, the mind is at the level of a primary school student."

Shokuhou Misaki sneered: "Misaka-san, you are actually feeling deeply inferior because of your lack of flat body, right? You can only use words to attack others and cover up your own flaws, how pitiful, Misaka-san."

"Didn't you do the same thing before?" Misaka Mikoto shot back, "You actually use a young girl's mouth to say something that attacks my body!"

Although the relationship has developed rapidly to an unprecedented level, this does not mean that Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto will be able to have a sweet and intimate relationship... At least when they fight, both of them will be merciless excessive verbal attacks on each other.

"It's still the same now, except that this way of teasing people has not changed at all."

She held Shokuhou Misaki's ankle - the girl's legs were still wearing white stockings, outlining the graceful arc of the suddenly tense legs, and the knuckles of the ankle protruded small and delicate.

"Are you using me as a cushion?"

"Misaka-san has only this effect."

Shokuhou Misaki didn't intend to retract her legs at all, but instead put all her weight on Misaka Mikoto's legs even harder.

Misaka Mikoto was silent for a few seconds, and then swept Shokuhou Misaki up and down with her eyes, the meaning in her eyes made her feel a little hairy.

Shokuhou Misaki narrowed his eyes: "Why do you look at others like this?"

"Shokuhou, shouldn't it be time for you to lose weight? Have you eaten too many desserts recently and accumulated them as useless fat? And you don't exercise, so there must be fat hidden under your clothes." Misaka Mikoto said to Shokuhou Praying for serious injury.

"When I hugged you before, you didn't weigh this much."

The string in Shokuhou Misaki's mind suddenly jumped away.

She grabbed a throw pillow and slammed it hard on Misaka Mikoto's face.

Therefore, any peaceful and beautiful atmosphere will not last long between Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto.

The final quarrel turned into a fight - but given that Shokuhou Misaki's combat power was only five points, it might be better described as Misaka Mikoto's unilateral suppression.

After washing up, both of them lay quietly on the bed, only the sound of shallow breathing in the room.

Shokuhou Misaki didn't feel sleepy for a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, a little gold was particularly dazzling in the room.

The girl moved slightly, turned her face to one side, and made a slight friction sound of her hair against the cotton pillow cover.

She stared at Misaka Mikoto's sleeping face with her eyes closed, and mentally traced the girl's beautiful facial features with her gaze.

Shokuhou Misaki's fingers moved, she gently raised her hand, and her fingertips stretched towards Misaka Mikoto - although there was only a bedside table between the two beds, the distance was not enough for Shokuhou Misaki He directly bumped into Misaka Mikoto who was lying on the other bed.

She just made such an action subconsciously and inexplicably, as if she wanted to hold something firmly in her palm, not allowing the precious thing to escape.