[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

"Duo...Doraemon..."

Mr. S's expression can be said to be unpredictable.

He looked at me silently for a while, then opened his mouth lightly.

"Do you want me to believe that you are Doraemon?"

"..."

I blinked and finally said my first words in this dream.

"That... I'm just summoning Doraemon."

After I finished speaking, I realized that it was better not to say this remedial sentence... I always feel that the way Mr. S looks at me doesn't look like he is looking at some normal person.

It was a dream that was going to be weird.

I decided to just break the jar, anyway, I don't know when the dream will wake up, so it's better to do everything I want to do now.

such as--

"... Let me tell you a secret," I looked at Mr. S and made up my mind, "You must not be surprised, that... Actually, you are the person in my dream, and we are also in my dream now. "

Mr. S stared at me without speaking.

I guess he should be judging the truth of what I said.

"Anyway, you don't have to think so much, after all, maybe the dream will end soon..." I glanced around the room with some reluctance. To be honest, except for the strange follow-up, the previous part and the environment settings are still perfect "So, I want to hurry up and do something before it's over."

Mr. S is still staring at me, as if implying that I should focus.

The pressure is suddenly a bit high...

I silently swallowed my saliva, calmed my breathing, and felt that the hands on my knees were already trembling.However, I still firmly raised my hand and supported Mr. S's shoulder.

I could feel myself being very, very nervous, obviously Mr. S must have noticed, but since he didn't say anything, I pretended not to know.The part where my eyes were focused made my mouth dry, and I couldn't help sticking out my tongue and licking my lips.

Mr. S's lips opened again under my gaze, and he said in his usual calm voice——

"You want to kiss me in your dream?"

"……………………"

I knew it……

Never doubt Mr. S's observation skills and my IQ...

Anyway, there is nothing to deny. As a dream lover, isn't it normal to have such a thought, and it fits the mind of a 15-year-old Huaichun girl?

Anyway, it's in a dream, so it's not a big deal even if I really kiss now, right?

In short, after all, I just want to kiss!After graduating from junior high school, I will part ways with Mr. S, and we may never see each other again, so please give me this as a parting gift!

I squeezed the hand on Mr. S's shoulder, closed my eyes and raised my face forward.

Fortunately, with such a small distance, even with my eyes closed, I still aimed accurately——

The only thing I could feel when my lips met was "Damn I'm pushing too hard".

The wrong estimate made me directly bump into Mr. S's lips, and my chin was hit hard, and my head seemed to shake before I realized it and let out a low muffled groan.

If according to the statement in the physics textbook, "the action of force is mutual", then Mr. S must not feel very good at the moment.

...I'm kind of glad this is in a dream.

Although I knew that anything related to love may not be reliable from my point of view, but I would be ashamed if all these were real.

On the bright side, the first and only kiss between Mr. S and I can be regarded as a successful conclusion to my secret love that lasted for three years.

In the only three times I talked to Mr. S, I actually fell in love with him as early as the first time.

At that time, it was not long after the first year of junior high school, and I myself did not expect that it would last for three full years now.

Unlike ordinary girls like me, Mr. S is a very famous guy, and he became a hot figure not long after he first entered school.

I had only heard of many of his deeds before, and I only had a simple lazy attitude of "it's amazing, but it's none of my business" to this influential man who had never met.

It happened to be my turn to be on duty that day after the midterm exam, but I was unlucky and asked to do a big cleaning that day, so I had to go to the storage room at the end of the corridor to borrow cleaning tools.

There are no classrooms around the storage room, so it is very deserted.

I opened the door with the key and went in, and pressed the switch beside the door, but there was no response.

The outline of the room in front of me can probably be seen in the afterglow of the setting sun behind me, but I don't know the details.

... The lamp was hanging on the ceiling well, but it was a pity that it was no longer on.

I sighed and could only slowly walk in.

There are a lot of tools needed, such as rags, brooms, buckets... Fortunately, the storage rooms are all arranged regularly, and it is not difficult to find them, but there is one thing that is more troublesome.

bucket.

It's on the top of the shelf, and I can see it, but it's limited to just looking at it.If I want to win it at my height, it will probably take another ten years.

The nearest classrooms are all quite a distance away, so I was too lazy to walk back, so I simply stepped on the bottom shelf with one foot, grabbed the top of the shelf with one hand, and hung it on the shelf in an unrefined posture— —Of course, the purpose is to climb the top bucket.

The shelf swayed, and I waited for a while, then the swaying stopped slowly.

Luckily.

I let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, I was still fat enough to be crushed to death by the falling shelf immediately.

I reached out to reach the bucket, and after a lot of tossing, my fingertips could already touch the edge of the bucket, but it was still a long way from getting it off.

I had no choice but to climb up a little bit.

The bottom of my skirt is chilly, and I can probably understand the current situation—if another person comes into the storage room and sees my current situation, I probably don’t have to live anymore.

However, the belief of getting the bucket overwhelms everything. Is the morality that I lost on the road of life important when I don’t know when?

Well, it doesn't matter,

Soon I will pay a heavy price for this crisp and thoughtless answer, and I will beat my chest... But back to this second, I am still fully committed to the great cause of "catching the bucket".

Then, very slowly but without allowing me the slightest reaction, the shelf fell over.

I really want to jump up in a brisk and chic posture, and land firmly on the ground, preferably on one knee. I can also have a close-up close-up of raising my head and throwing my hair, focusing on my arrogance.

But unfortunately, the reality is cruel and skinny.

The reality is that when I was about to jump, I was tripped by a shelf, and I had to fall down on my back in a state where one hand let go of the foot but did not get out of the trap.The things on the shelf fell down and scattered all over the place. In my panic, I seemed to hear something, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

... Ah, here is a spoiler in advance, it is indeed Mr. S's voice.

Perfect, just like my favorite seiyuu's voice (covering chest).

From this spoiler, we can probably make a bold guess. Mr. S stepped forward to catch me, and let me slowly open my eyes in his arms in the way of a princess. Years, sparks fly.

The background music can be long but intense. I believe it is very suitable for the situation at that moment and it is absolutely perfect.

Of course, if I actually experienced it, it would be the perfect of perfection.

As I said, the skinnyness of reality quickly made me realize its hard edges.

The time in the air was actually very short, so short that no one could rush forward quickly and catch me, so I fell to the ground without any accident.

At the critical moment, it is more useful to rely on myself. I protected my head and at least avoided a concussion that might reduce IQ to an unknown level.

"……Hey?"

The shelf that I thought would be thrown on me didn't appear for a long time. When I opened my eyes, I just heard a strange male voice speak, and then I saw Mr. S's face above me.

We must be in a ridiculous position at the moment.

I fell to the ground on my back, with my head in my hands and my feet bent into strange positions. Mr. S was standing behind me, but he had to lean forward to resist the fallen shelf.

Geometrically speaking, we have formed a delicately balanced triangle.

But unfortunately, this meant Mr. S's face was right on top of my head, and we had to look at each other awkwardly for a few seconds.

"Can you get up?"

Mr. s asked.

At times like this, delicate girls would usually bite their lower lip and prepare to stand up, but suddenly they lost their strength and fell to the ground, holding their ankles with their hands, with tears in their eyes.

As for me?

...Well, I just stood up.

Without even a bruise, it is really difficult for me to perform the level of a cancer patient. I can only jump up vigorously and quickly help Mr. S push back to the shelf to recover.

Mr. S did not express surprise at my vajra body, but calmly accepted this setting.

"Are you here to get the cleaning tools too?"

I struck up a conversation with great interest.

"No," Mr. S was silent for two seconds before looking at me with complicated eyes, "I'm just passing by."

"Whatever, can you help pick that up, for the rag, thanks."

"You're welcome."

We were silent for a few seconds before I said without words, "Well, what happened just now, can you keep it a secret?"

"……Um?"

Mr. s is puzzled.

"It's because I knocked this thing down... Anyway, there is nothing wrong, so don't tell others?"

Otherwise, it will appear that I am ashamed, Mr. S.

Although I have already lost everything in front of Mr. S who I care about the most, it is tat.

"Of course I don't care if you want."

"Well, then, it's ok if I'm here, why don't you continue to do your work?"

Mr. S nodded, said goodbye to me, and then walked out towards the door.

Don't think about "I will stay with you if I don't want it" or "Hey, you are really leaving, are you kidding, can you stay with me for a while", because that is impossible.

This is our first conversation.

We just got through this little episode safely, and then I went back to the classroom with the bucket in my hand, Mr. S disappeared at the original destination.

Just like this sweet dream, no matter how satisfied I am now, the moment I wake up, I will still clearly realize that reality cannot be changed.

Thinking of this, I slowly moved away from Mr. S's lips, and opened my eyes at the same time.

What is more surprising is that he looked at me very calmly and kissed him like this, without any surprise or other emotions.On the contrary, I should be the one who has such emotions——

While I was staring at him wondering what he was thinking, Mr. S's face enlarged again.

Raise your hands to show your innocence, this time, it wasn't me who pulled him over.

I was greeted by a warm object again, but I was not as leisurely and calm as last time. Mr. S's face was all in the magnified sight, as if to fill my entire retina.

Compared with the Qingshui school like me who only touches it, Mr. S is so experienced that I can't look directly at it.

Gentle licking, gentle sucking, calmly prying open my lips to get inside, whether it is the touch of the soft tip of the tongue, or the light collision of each other's teeth, it makes me dizzy.

I guess, my skin temperature is probably close to explosion.

Between lips and teeth, I gave up resisting and closed my eyes.

I hope this time it won't end so early, I silently make a wish.

I will never tell you that in the three years after the first meeting, I have regretted more than once why I drove Mr. S out so early, why I didn't talk to him more, at least tell him my name.

Yep, my dream girl doesn't know my name until now when we graduate.

This is probably the saddest thing in the world.