[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

That day, after I dropped the breakup declaration, I teleported back to the dormitory without even looking at Squalo.

My spatial ability has different modes, in addition to the dangerous swallowing mode, there is also a simple hidden isolation mode, and a teleportation mode for my own use.The farther the teleportation distance is, the greater the consumption is, like going directly from the study room to the dormitory, the straight-line distance is almost 2 kilometers, which is enough for me to lie on the bed listlessly for three days.

Except for two days on weekends, I asked my classmates to take a day off for me, and I just stayed in the dormitory to rest.Squalo desperately sent me messages and calls, but I didn't reply to any of them, and blocked him directly.All visitors are presumed to be his lobbyists (forced, he can do this), no see.The teacher is also gone.

Don't look at Squalo's fearless appearance, even he must abide by the rigid rules in the school, such as "no trespassing in the dormitory".In fact, I found out a long time ago that although the school rules are few and a bit weird, as long as the rules are set, everyone must abide by them.Students can be unscrupulous in many cases, but they must abide by the school rules, as if it is some kind of bottom line.

So, I stayed in the dormitory for three days, and I just didn't go out to see Squalo.The classmate whispered to me that Squalo had been standing at the door waiting for me, his face was extremely ugly, very scary, but his stubbornness did not receive any response, which was inexplicable and pitiful.

...I'm not soft-hearted, hum.

However, three days were only three days after all, and passed quickly.In the early morning of the fourth day, I dawdled to a point where I had to go out, and beat myself up for a long time before pulling myself together and going out with my head held high.

Sure enough, Squalo was waiting for me at the door of the dormitory.He was under the nearest ginkgo tree, wearing a white shirt and black coat, his silver hair swaying slightly in the wind.I haven't seen him for three days. When he stood up, he was still upright, but when he strode over, his hair drooped a lot, his clothes were a little wrinkled, and the slight blue shadows under his eyes made him look haggard.This has never happened before.

...I am absolutely not soft-hearted!

Pretending not to see him, I walked forward with a straight face.He blocked my way, I tried to detour, but failed.

"Hey Luna..."

"Why, why are you still looking for me?" I sarcastically said, "Didn't you say that I am a liar, come to me now, do you want me to lie to you? Sorry, you have this leisure, I don't have this What a great effort!"

Using the ability, I teleported directly behind him.I am good at short-distance teleportation, and I have made up my mind that if he persists, I will keep teleporting in such a short distance-at worst, the scene will be ugly!

Squalo grabbed my arm from behind.I was going to follow the plan, but God knows what I was thinking, anyway, I just looked back at him by accident.

He stared at me, those gray-blue eyes stared at me more intently than ever before, like a cornered beast, showing menacing eyes to people outside the cage; at the same time, this pair of always proud On his , proud, and unscrupulous face, there was another look of swallowing his anger.

"Don't go." He said, his voice was a little hoarse, the kind of hoarseness after staying up all night.

I turned my head to show that I didn't want to pay attention to him, and then he yanked me into his arms; after a long exhalation, he buried his face on the side of my neck, and poured out the next breath and words to me neck.

"I can't take it anymore...you won. You won this game, Luna. Let me hold you." He said sullenly, "whatever you want... let me hold you like this."

The voice contained a kind of painful patience and deeply humiliated resentment and even anger, but more of a surrender-like helplessness.

"If you're lying to me," he buried his head lower and tightened his arms, "then keep lying for the rest of your life. Do you understand, Luna, don't stop halfway !"

I am not soft-hearted.I am absolutely not softhearted.I'm not soft-hearted...it's no wonder.

I finally found out that I was a woman with weak willpower that was almost non-existent. When this idiot boyfriend whispered a few soft words—not very nice—my heart softened into a mess.No, is that really "soft talk"?Is that the kind of compromise that borders on cajoling and perfunctory?

no.

If I had to describe it...it should be a ferocious beast. After bumping into the cage for three days in rage, it finally surrendered. It turned over to reveal its belly, and said resignedly to you, come on, kill or cut whatever you want.

How could someone take an ordinary quarrel with such a tragic meaning?How did it get to this point?Is he an idiot or am I an idiot?I can barely figure it out.

However, at that moment, my nose was really sour, and I almost shed tears on the spot.

"That's why I said you're an idiot shark..." I couldn't help but sobbed a bit, and told the truth in a broken jar--telling the truth like a fool, "Why do you insist that I'm lying to you Ah! I didn't lie to you, okay! You self-righteous idiot shark! Besides, I lied to you, so I really ignore you!"

"...You have ignored me. You have ignored me for three whole days."

He was about to kill his girlfriend with a hug, and his tone sounded aggrieved.Maybe I'm having trouble breathing and hallucinating.

"You didn't even come out to look at me, and you didn't open the window." He continued to complain in a muffled voice.

Something doesn't sound right.I pondered for a while, and then I was shocked: "Squalo...you can't just stand here for three days, right?!"

This is an unrealistic idea that suddenly came to me. Under normal circumstances, normal people should deny it, and what I expect is to hear a negative, but Spelby Squalo has never been within the scope of "normal people"— —I should have thought of that earlier.

He said "hmm".

No wonder he looked like a shriveled, shriveled shark thrown in a washing machine.

"I got someone to tell you that I'll be waiting for you outside, but that bunch of trash said you wouldn't listen." His voice was still hoarse, exhausted, and he lost his trademark loud voice, "Hey, you idiot You will be so cruel to me."

It's my fault again!In another scene, I would definitely jump up, but at that time I was still immersed in the shock of "this person stood here for three days and three nights stupidly", and I was so distressed to the point of anger.

"Idiot shark!! You are sick to do such a thing! Does it make sense!"

I really want to cry because of his anger, but I can't cry, I have to be strong!So I grabbed his arm, tried to drag him out, and ordered him as aggressively as possible: "Go back to the dormitory and rest!"

"Don't run!" He hugged me tightly, answered irrelevant questions, and was more aggressive than me, "I've been lying to you all my life, why do you run away! You are not allowed to go anywhere when you stay by my side!! Hey!!"

The loud voice came back, and it made my eardrums ache, and at the same time, I felt that I was still having a headache from the shark whose channel was tilted out of the sky-could he be an alien who couldn't understand the earth language!

Based on my experience, I reckoned that I might not be able to deal with him at this time of the morning, so I struggled to take out my mobile phone in the gap between his arms and wanted to ask for leave.I don't want to open the lock screen, and Dino's message pops up, saying that he knows the situation and has already asked me for leave.The words are considerate, the tone is kind, and he also advised me to resolve conflicts in time without procrastinating.

Sigh, I don't want to become a famous man on campus in this way...

Squalo took a look and exploded: "You don't send messages to Dino and you don't send me!! I'm going to kill that garbage!!"

This shark was furious and unreasonable, but thinking that whoever hadn't slept for three days would be n times more irritable, and any spark could set off a prairie fire, so I couldn't get angry with him.

I'm sure he needs to rest, but he refuses to let me go, let alone go back to the dormitory alone.In order to avoid being entangled in public for too long, I had to drag him out, intending to use up a temporary opportunity to go out and throw the shark to the hotel to sleep.

Squalo clutched my hand and kept staring at me, more intently than he had before, suspicious and wary.I know he still thinks I'm going to run.This suspicious shark whose brainwaves are crooked to Mars, if I hadn’t refused to kill him, he would have held me in his arms and walked all the way—that scene was too embarrassing!

It wasn't until he got on the school bus that he relaxed a little, resting his head on my shoulder and closing his eyes.There was no one on the school bus, and the mountains on both sides flowed like water, adding colorful vitality to the increasingly bright sunlight; the sunlight fell on his face, causing the silver forehead hair and eyelashes to cast a faint shadow on the skin.

I waited for a while, thinking that he should be asleep, then carefully brushed his hair and kissed him on the forehead.He didn't move, but suddenly squeezed my hand after a moment, so I knew that he hadn't completely fallen into a dream.

The streets of Japan on weekdays are full of formal clothes. Wearing a school uniform on the street will inevitably attract many people's attention.I bite the bullet and walked into the hotel, pretending not to understand the eyes of the people around me, and I was relieved until I entered the room.Squalo doesn't care much anymore, he will stare at anyone whose eyes are too conspicuous, it's the kind of stare that doesn't fluctuate in expression, and the eyes alone can scare many people away.

I've heard people mutter "bad boys" - congratulations to them on that.

When we are alone, this shark will always come over, sometimes he can be pestered to do it in the empty classrooms and warehouses of the school, and every time I can't resist his beauty, I throw away my helmet and throw it away. A, stay with him.But this time, when he pressed against the door panel and nearly suffocated, I successfully resisted his intentions, pushed him to take a bath, and then threw him on the bed to force him to sleep-literally sleep!

Squalo was reluctant, and ended up sprawled on the bed, falling asleep while I was drying his hair.By the time those beautiful silver hairs returned to their original fluffy softness, he was completely still.I leaned over to observe his expression, and kissed him on the cheek again, but he didn't respond.

Alright, this old man went to sleep after finishing his work, what should I do as a girl who should go to school?Sighing secretly, I took out my books, paper and pen, and began to study consciously and self-disciplined.