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Rumors about me being bad somehow spread around the school.

As a result, in second grade, I still had no same-sex friends with whom I could discuss the handsome and beautiful girls in school during lunch break.

"Could it be...you count me in the range of friends?"

Sitting on the seat by the window, a bastard with glasses said with a wry smile, all four eyes were written with reluctance.

"Unfortunately, you are, and are my only friend."

I told him maliciously, and after getting his signature magic laugh, I put the notebook on his desk in disgust.

"Thank you."

Miyuki also opened my notebook, and sighed without forgetting: "Wow, it is indeed the notebook of a "bad girl". "

I countered with ease, "each other, "bad glasses." "

"On the surface, it looks like a poisonous tongue, but in fact, it took the initiative to lend the class notebook with a complete record to a classmate... Moriyama, you are actually a tsundere, right?"

I pulled out a bunch of hair on the top of his head like a seedling, ignoring his "going bald" struggle, and scolded him unceremoniously: "Yu Xing, you deserve to have no friends."

"Strange, didn't you just say that I am your only friend? On the contrary, you are also my only one~"

After I let go, he quickly smoothed the messy top of his head with his hands, and responded to me with a playful smile.

"Don't you know that women are fickle." I pretended to repent and wanted to take my notebook back from his hand, "Now we are strangers."

Miyuki immediately begged for mercy, "I made a mistake to guard the mountain, please don't give up on me."

Totally disingenuous.

If possible, I would never want to be like this at all, and become one of the few people in the class who can continue to talk back and forth with Miyuki in the last stage.

Even his fellow students in the same club disclosed the fact that he has no friends in public. From this, it can be seen that Miyuki Kazuya has nothing but a good face.

But it's a pity that I was at the same table with him for a year in the first year of high school. Even in the second year of high school, I couldn't avoid being in the same class with him.

Just as our conversation was bouncing back and forth in unnutritive mutual damage, I caught sight of a boy walking towards here from the corner of my eye.

He is not tall, and his hair sprayed with hairspray is flying upwards like the head of an airplane, adding a few centimeters visually, as if he thinks this is enough to enhance his momentum; a pair of drooping eyes, his chin is slightly raised when he walks, and his shoulders are slumped. It is a walking posture that has become a habit in the past.

"The notebook will be returned to me tomorrow...that's it, Miyuki."

Without waiting for the other party to reply, I hurriedly ended the topic and returned to my seat briskly.

And when I sat on the chair, Yoichi Kuramochi, who walked to Miyuki's desk, didn't even have time to say hello to me, so he could only watch the back of the school uniform skirt swinging slightly in mid-air when he turned around.

"...Does Moriyama hate me?" Kuramochi Yoichi couldn't help muttering.

"Oh? Do you care about her?"

Hearing Miyuki's unscrupulous tone, Kuramo immediately burst into anger, "I'm not asking you, Miyuki, so you don't have to answer me!"

Kuramochi has always been loud, especially when facing Miyuki's scolding.

However, Miyuki continued to talk while plugging her ears with her fingers, not knowing what is enough to stop.

"Don't be like this. If you have any troubles, just tell me. As a defensive partner on the field, I will listen carefully."

"It sounds inexplicably disgusting to hear such words from your mouth." Kuramochi bluntly expressed his ignorance.

Miyuki sighed helplessly, "I obviously mean it."

"I believe you have a ghost!"

02

When the class bell rang, the empty seats were filled up one after another by those who came back.

Of course, I heard the sound of the chair legs of the front table moving.

And I didn't put the extra-curricular books back into the drawer for a long time. After the other person sat down, I slightly raised my eyes to look at the back of the person in front of me.

Yoichi Kuramochi became my front desk during my sophomore year of high school, but we usually don't communicate much.

Due to the physique created by years of exercise, he looks loud and rude, and occasionally leans against the edge of the table with his pockets in his pockets and looks frivolous and casual.

——In the past, he was definitely a bad boy and didn't run away.

But when it was time to calm down, the boy's back facing the blackboard was wide and thick, and he was in a gentle and reassuring atmosphere.

This is an English class.

The teacher gave lectures in Japanese and English alternately on the podium, and wrote down sentences on the blackboard whether you could understand them or not.

English is not my weakness. I noticed that Kuramochi at the front desk suppressed his sleepiness and yawned, but he braced himself up, resting his fingers on the table and turning his pen deftly while resting his chin.

Although I complained that Miyuki had such a bad personality that he had no friends, but in fact, Kuramochi Yoichi, who was in the same club as him, was often inseparable from him.

During recess, during lunch break, and even when going to the club after school, he would yell "Miyuki", "Miyuki is leaving", "Miyuki you bastard".

Usually, Miyuki would puff up a helpless face and say with disgust, "Kuramochi, you are so energetic."

The man still obediently walked to his side.

The scene where the two gathered around their seats and chatted, and occasionally laughed strangely, was regarded as a weirdo duo by the students around them as a joke.

Comparing this, it would be a bit rude of me to treat Miyuki as a friend without authorization and return the favor.

I had no one to take home from school with, and I never joined any clubs.

Damn, I'm so lonely for saying that.

03

Kuramochi yawned again.

Is it because the English class is too boring, or the club morning training is too tiring.

Our school is still strong in baseball, with a huge number of members, and the training is as severe and painful as a concentration camp. Can his body withstand it...

I secretly guessed, but unfortunately I had no solution, so I didn't ask him.

Looking towards the blackboard, I saw the rotating pen in Cangzhi's hand falling from time to time, and it fell on the paper with a small sound;

After turning down the pen a few times, I accidentally hit the eraser on the table, causing it to fall to the floor in a round shape.

Kuramochi bent down and picked up the eraser at his feet, and at the same time he found the handkerchief left on the ground that no one cares about.

"Shoushan, this is yours."

Although the handkerchief fell in the aisle, he was strangely certain that it was mine and picked it up and handed it back to me.

Because during class, Kuramochi lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, in order for me to hear his voice, he twisted his upper body and leaned forward as much as possible in my direction.

Kuramochi didn't notice that his figure blocked the sunlight that fell on my desk.

The sudden approaching distance made his breath and the heat of summer engulfed, and it was like the light penetrating through the glass window scattered on the edge of the orange desk.

"Kuramochi-kun, thank you."

I smiled at him, took the handkerchief from his hand, and inevitably brushed his knuckles with my fingertips.

Kuramo seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then quickly turned around.

I couldn't see his expression, I could only watch his back.

Kuramochi seemed to have suddenly found the joy of English class, he stopped wandering around, shrunk his shoulders, arched his back slightly, put his hands alternately in front of the table, and maintained a non-standard sitting posture.

...He is shy.

Because I touched a girl's hand?

I know that Kuramochi used to talk to girls in class.

But he is definitely not the type who is good at getting along with the opposite sex.

Obviously, some insignificant bad habits of bad boys from the past still remain in his behavior, but when facing girls, he is restrained and polite, sometimes his eyes shine brightly, he is used to being handsome, like a little puppy eager to get close to others dog.

Thinking of this, I looked at Kuramochi's messy hair.

Oh, the fluffy ones really look like puppies.

... golden retriever?

No, Corgi, right?

But I like Shiba Inu.

04

I was lying on the desk with half of my arm resting lazily on my chin.

There are still 7 minutes until the end of get out of class.

Kuramo kept keeping his arms folded in front of his chest, but his head was bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

From the rear position, even if he straightened his back, it completely exposed the fact that he was secretly dozing off.

He paused abruptly, and woke himself up without knocking on the desk.

From behind, I saw him raise his hand to wipe his mouth, still shaking his body in a daze.

...Do you want to continue to sleep?

Out of inexplicable bad thoughts, I stretched out my arms, held the pen between my fingertips, and poked Kuramochi's back with the cap of the pen.

"...!!"

I saw Kurachi's shoulders shaking violently, and paused for two or three seconds, as if deciding whether it was an illusion, and then slowly turned his head towards me.

However, I put my index finger on my lips, "Shh." I stopped him from turning around, and pointed to the teacher on the podium table with my eyes.

So Cang Mo had no choice but to swallow the words of the inquiry abruptly, turned back stiffly and picked up the textbook, trying to cover his face.

Moriyama...as if he wanted to say something to him.

I should have called him just now... It wasn't an accident, I accidentally poked him with a pen, right?

But why didn't he say it all of a sudden? The teacher didn't seem to notice it...

Kuramochi was thinking nervously, full of doubts, and then a strange and unpredictable heat came from his back.

Moriyama... Her fingers were writing something on his back.

Realizing this, Kuramochi tensed up for a moment, and reflexively wanted to turn around to know what the girl in the back seat wanted to convey to him in a class where she couldn't talk openly and casually.

Even if he couldn't see it with his own eyes, he could still imagine the other party's white finger, passing through the uniform, making the soft touch easily penetrate through it, and landing on the bare/naked skin.

Every stroke, every word.

It's like drawing a trajectory of an ignition device out of thin air.

He suppressed the physical trembling of his body, the sensitive itching, and the indescribable shyness.

Then he tried his best to cool down the heat-shocked brain, and gradually pieced together the words left behind by the other party:

Please... borrow... my... rubber... skin... please?

Why, why do you even have to write punctuation marks...

That finger drew a half-arc on the lower left side of the back, then made a vertical line, and a solid point fell after a while.

Cang Chi grabbed his shirt collar tightly, his Adam's apple rolled and swallowed a mouthful of water.

What is it writing again... an arc on the left half, and another stroke on the right half.

...Wait, Shoushan... Did Shoushan draw a heart on his back...? !

Kuramo couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head away, the textbook in his hand was not steady, and it fell on the table with a slap.

I withdrew my hand, took a step back and looked up at Cang Mo, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Also, what's the matter..."

Kuramochi froze for a moment, avoiding my sight.

"Didn't you want to borrow an eraser from me..." He asked for confirmation again in an uncertain tone, "Right?"

I glanced at the teacher who came down from the podium, and nodded to Kuramochi, "Well, yes, can you lend me a moment... Ah, the teacher seems to be here."

Kuramo hurriedly turned his head, and the English teacher happened to look away from them.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time passed his own eraser on the table back through the gap under his left arm, and couldn't help thinking:

It turned out that Shoushan wanted to borrow an eraser from him...but his eraser was so dirty, half of the wrapping paper was rotten, it was dirty, I should have wiped it clean when I just used it...huh?

The rubber that sticks out is not picked up.

Cang Chi turned his head to look back in doubt, and called me softly, "Shou Shan?"

"Wait a minute." I brushed the shattered hair hanging from my cheeks behind my ears, took the eraser from his hand, and said, "Thank you, Kuraji-kun."

Kurachi wiped his nose with his fingers, turned his head quickly, and responded with a "huh".

I put his eraser aside, and slowly wrote down the grammatical marks on the blackboard that hadn't been erased in the notebook with a pen.

Ten minutes later, the eraser was still lying there, useless.

Kuramochi, who was still used to drawing on the textbook with a pencil, changed several unruly sitting positions halfway through, and did not ask me to return his eraser until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

05

Actually I don't need an eraser.

It was just an excuse to tease him.

——Do I hate Yoichi Kuramochi?

Miyuki once asked me when I was in the second year of high school.

It's nothing more than my lukewarm attitude towards Cang.

I thought about the fact that I don't have much contact with Kuramochi on weekdays. I don't hate it, and it doesn't mean I like it, but...

Looking at Kuramo, who rested his chin on the front table, with his palms slightly folded, exposing his red ears, he was determined again:

——However, Kuramochi Yoichi likes me.

When will he ask me for the eraser back?

Flipping the rubber handle in my hand, I thought casually.

The author has something to say:

I'm going to fuck mochi-senpai again

[Blessing] I hope to write one ten-thousandth of the handsomeness of Cheetah's predecessors!

This article is estimated to be very short, super short [I really don’t want to coo]

感谢在2020-08-0523:43:37~2020-08-1921:43:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: kill a mockingbird;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of momo and Moren Xiao Spicy Chicken;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!