Devil Gaiden

Even the always strong natural roll was defeated miserably. After witnessing that scene with my own eyes, the number of guys who dared to go off and whisper in class dropped sharply.

However, some arrogant guys are not extinct.

For example, the young master Takasugi was too lazy to look at her a few times, he always opened a pair of obviously distracted eyes, turned his head to look at the floating clouds and birds outside the window as if no one else was there, and didn't even look at the textbooks spread out on the table , Even though Teacher Songyang, who was reciting the article, had already walked in front of him, he still rested his chin on one hand and stared blankly at the sky, waiting for the class to end.

Maybe from the very beginning, Mr. Songyang, who had a panoramic view of this, didn't expect these three guys to listen to the class well?

As for Mr. Wig, his small body is always straight, his face is serious and his cheeks are tight, and he frowns from time to time as if he is thinking about something, and he keeps writing in the notebook.

At first glance, the little wig is a well-deserved good student. That notebook must have copied the teachings of Teacher Songyang densely, right?However, a closer look...

Ducks, densely packed ducks...

There are three eyelashes on the left and three eyelashes on the right. Ducks, big and small, are piled up in the pages of the book, with occasional round duck eggs interspersed in the middle.

"Isabella... writing such notes, it's like I'm still chatting with you..." Get closer, and you can hear nervous muttering, the fingertips of the little wig rubbing The imprint of the text that I can understand, the black eyes are staring at the ducks in various poses on the notes.

"Isabella, for the past few years, I have been waiting for you by the lake where we first met, but how long will this long and endless wait last? I can't see you again, it's really painful ... Are you a father yet? Surrounded by a group of cute ducklings, a girl will be as beautiful as your wife, and a boy will be as handsome as you. When will you bring your children back to see me? Or..." She stopped writing suddenly, her wig lowered her head, her voice choked up, and she sniffed heavily.

"Did something really happen to you? It's okay. I believe that even if the world is separated forever, you will return to me in another form one day. My dear Elizabeth... eh? What is that? No , It's Isabella, woo woo woo..." He lay down on the table and sobbed in a low voice, his wig completely immersed in the miserable world he had created.

Mr. Songyang still held the book with one hand and put the other hand behind his back, walking slowly in front of the wig as usual, explaining the haiku in the book carefully and patiently.

And the other little curly-haired classmate didn't doze off while holding the scabbard like before. He was flipping through a book with great interest.Yes, his eyes were focused, and his eyes were glued to a copy of "Jump".

His hands rustled the magazine under the desk. Suddenly, those dead fish eyes stared at a certain page without blinking. After a pause, he stretched out his right hand and wrote in the notebook on the desk. After a while, he pushed the notebook out and moved it within sight of Haijiang.

[I think this suits you very well. 】

Glancing at the unattractive crooked font, Haijiang glanced suspiciously at the corners of Xiao Curly's upturned lips, and finally landed on the black and white comic page.

In a close-up of a certain frame, a panty full of strawberries came into view. Compared with the embarrassing appearance of the heroine Aya Tojo in the manga, the silver natural curly toothy smile is very eye-catching...

As if to further emphasize, the little curly hair flexed its knuckles and flicked the pages of the book.

Oh, the kid is really precocious now.The peachy delusion generated by the heroine of the manga was transformed into the female classmates around him?Recommend the style of panties to her... She was molested by the silver natural curls.

Hehe, there's nothing to be angry about, and it doesn't matter if you wear it or not.It's just... She almost found a reason to throw the bamboo stick?

With a whistling sound, the bamboo stick brushed against the ponytail of the little wig, dyeing a small tuft of hair red. While shaking off the strawberry jam that hadn't dried up, it accurately and sharply painted a little red on Yinshi's left temple. .

Slapping away the bamboo stick that fell on his lap with a calm demeanor, the little curly shrugged indifferently, raised the back of his hand to wipe off the strawberry jam on his face, and then picked up a pen to write a few words in the notebook.

[It's just a joke, don't be angry.But, speaking of it, seeing you like strawberry jam so much, do you really not consider buying a pair of strawberry underwear?It's a pure style that is very suitable for girls, I like it very much.I also plan to buy a pair of boxers with this pattern, and it will be couple underwear by then, haha. 】

Smiling shamelessly at Haijiang, Yinshi opened his red eyes wide with interest, carefully observing Haijiang's next move.

Blushing cheeks, or raising eyebrows and glaring, these expressions that ordinary girls would have did not appear on that beautiful face, she just pursed her lips and looked at classmate Natural Curl with a smile.

The cherry-colored lips opened and closed slightly, speaking a silent language.

[I might be able to accept your recommendation, and besides, how about I secretly wear it for you to see at night?Only you can come alone. 】The content of the lip language clearly came to mind, and with Haijiang's meaningful blink, Yinshi suddenly felt his nose heat up, and the hot bright red liquid flowed out in an instant, dripping onto the book bit by bit.

Originally, he wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect that he was the one who got KO in the end.

Covering his bleeding nose with one hand, Gintoki rummaged through the desk for paper that could be used to plug his nostrils.

Teacher Songyang, who was still pacing leisurely in the classroom, walked past Yinshi, glanced at the writing, turned his head slightly to look at Haijiang, and then looked at the one hand free to flip through the inside of the desk, but his eyes were still dead When staring at Haijiang's Yin, he shook his head amusedly, then walked to the little wig who was crying and crying, and stroked his hair softly.

Thinking about it now, the time spent with the students was his happiest.

Unfortunately, it is destined not to last long...

The day of parting is coming soon, right?

But even on the last day, the memory of being with each other will still not fade.

After all, the students have to go their own way, which will not be a long and lonely road, and they will definitely find a companion to accompany them all the way.Speaking of which, Yinshi doesn't seem to need him to worry about this anymore?Of course, she is also...

I thought they were the two most problematic little ghosts, but they got along very happily together. Is it because of the common language of sweet tooth?

The feeling of relief in my heart persisted even after class was over. Amidst the cheers of the students celebrating the end of school, Mr. Songyang took the hand of Mr. Wig, whose face was full of tears, and looked back at the scroll who was looking at him. Mao and Demon walked out of the classroom accompanied by Takasugi.

Within a few minutes, the classroom became empty, only Hai Jiang, whose smile became sweeter, and Curly, who was still bleeding profusely, were left.

When he took out the handkerchief and handed it to Yin, Haijiang leaned lightly on his desk, with a melodious voice, weaving the bewitching words that demons are good at.

"Hehe, Ah Yin, I was joking with you just now, I didn't expect you to be so unbearable, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, after all, we've known each other for so long." Waving his hand pretending to be generous, the palm that had been stained a little red by the nosebleed was still close to the nose, and he said in a muffled voice, "There's no need to apologize, but for the sake of My blood was shed with meaning, and you've got to have some practical compensation."

"Oh? An extra box of strawberry milk?"

"Well..." She looked at Haijiang with sly eyes, and her pupils were flickering. "Grass, strawberries..."

Unchanged and unrepentant, this is the truest spiritual portrayal of the little curly who is tenaciously playing hooligans at this time.

"Ayin, speaking of our friendship over the past few years, it seems that I should do this little thing?"

Without opening his mouth, Little Curly nodded solemnly. Due to too much force, a few drops of warm blood splashed out and fell on the desk.

"Well, that's it, it seems that your belief is firm." Putting her hands on her thighs, she moved away the skirt of the short kimono inch by inch. He twisted his body a bit awkwardly, put on a shy posture and said softly: "Well, since Ah Yin wants it, I will definitely not refuse it. You must come quietly at night, no matter how late I will wait for you. Speaking of which, do you want to play something more exciting?"

more exciting?That is……

He is a little ready to move... No, if this continues, will the nosebleed stop?

"I know that boys are always easy to push forward. After achieving one goal, they will think about the next one, so why don't you let it satisfy you all at once? Compared with Dongcheng Aya's innocent strawberry underwear, for the precocious Ah As far as Yin is concerned, thongs are more suitable, right?"

"D, thong!" The heart beating crazily, and at the same time that the little curly hair felt the blood boil, the nosebleed gushing out like a torrent had passed through the fingers, splashing and flying into the air.

"Hey, I can't stand making exciting jokes with you, Ah Yin, so I'm just making fun of you. It's just a joke." There was a playful smile on the corner of his lips, and blood flowed behind him The poor little curly hair, some unscrupulous devil marched towards the dumpling house under the setting sun.

11 Who are you looking at through comics?between the black and white pages