Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

In order to stabilize Aoi Ayase's mood, she replied hastily, "It's not asthma, it's just a little tired. I plan to go to the infirmary at noon. Teacher Yoshida is very fierce."

Gritting her teeth, Aoi Ayase couldn't sit still, pinching the arm on the shoulder and tearing the school uniform until it crumpled.

Without any thought, she just stood up with a swish, and could feel the anxiety in her mood amidst the strength of the wind.

"Teacher! I'm not feeling well! I want classmate Shimizu to accompany me to the infirmary."

The voice was full of air, and there was no sign of illness at all. As a result, small gossip suddenly appeared in the quiet classroom, and the seemingly buzzing mosquitoes were annoying.

"Xiaokui..." Shimizu Sakiren pulled the girl's skirt, her face was complicated, her lips moved slightly before speaking.

"Quiet!" Yoshida Ichiro slapped the desk heavily, yelling at the students who were arguing, and then he waved his palm amiably and lovingly to give a gesture of permission to leave.

"Huh? Health should come first. Ayase-san, go to the infirmary and take a good rest. It doesn't matter whether you listen to this class or not. Go ahead."

"Thank you teacher." Aoi Ayase replied politely, then lowered her head and said forcefully to Shimizu Sakiren who was full of discomfort,

"Let's go, Sakiko."

Unable to refuse, the girl ignored all the conversations coldly, and she grabbed Shimizu Sakiren's hand very domineeringly.

Aoi Ayase's hands are well maintained, as soft as catkins and as white as fat, so Shimizu Sakiren didn't feel a little forced when they were fitting together.

but soft.

Shimizu Sakiren was pulled up with force, and with her outstretched arms, the light girl's body stood firmly on the ground.

Seeming to be a bit ostentatious, she whispered close to Ayase Aoi's ear and reminded: "Xiao Aoi, this is not good."

"It's okay, so Mr. Yoshida won't kill you."

Aoi Ayase pretended to be weak, and rested her mind on Shimizu Sakiren's shoulders. She seemed to realize that the character design seemed to have collapsed too much, so she raised her eyebrows and pretended to say a word of "remedial action", pretending to be emotionless.

"If your body is too weak, it's no fun to tame it."

As long as it is what Saki loves, I can change into any form for her.

Shimizu Sakiren supported her on the surface, but she was actually controlled by her pressing arm. She felt helpless for Aoi Aoi's willfulness, but she also had to indulge her willfulness.

"Isn't it easy for Xiaokui to tame anyone?"

As the person concerned stepped out of the classroom with his shiny leather shoes, the rumors whispered in the classroom became more and more turbulent. The black seeds buried in the hearts of the people did not know when they would germinate.

"Does Ayase-san like Shimizu-san? The relationship between the two is very strange."

"Sweet feeding in the classroom this morning... so nasty."

"Do you think the two of them are lesbians?"

"It feels very similar, how can girls be so intimate with each other, and go to the infirmary during class time, don't know what to do... Homosexuality is disgusting."

The infirmary is on the first floor behind the garden of the teaching building. Through the flower beds with overgrown green plants, the pink and white cherry blossoms reach the peak of prosperity, ushering in the final curtain of flying flowers.

One by one, they fell slowly at a speed of five centimeters in the warm wind.

The ground is covered with a layer of delicate flower petals, and the sound of lectures in various classrooms can be faintly heard in the silent corridor.

There is a simple beauty in the ordinary.

At this moment, the posture between the two completely changed to the offensive.

Aoi Ayase is one or two centimeters taller than Saki Koi Shimizu. If Sakumi Shimizu wants to put his arms around her neck, he needs a little bit of footsteps.

Therefore, Shimizu Sakiren had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and entrust all the weight of her body to Aoi Ayase.

Physical contact was fine for Shimizu Sakiren, but an inexplicable sense of self-esteem emerged in her heart again, like a thorn that she couldn't let go of.

Shimizu Sakiren finally couldn't help but speak, coughed twice and hesitated to communicate with her, trying to change the current bad body position.

"Xiaokui, do you think this posture...is not very convenient for walking, and I'm not that fragile."

"Have it?"

Aoi Ayase stopped her footsteps, turned her delicate cheeks, and the peak of her lips almost brushed Shimizu Sakiren's side face vaguely, her nose was warm and shallow, and she seemed to be about to kiss her in the next second.

Aoi Ayase's expression was an unconscious seriousness, as if she had entered a state of combat alert, and she could feel her entire muscles stiffen.

Coupled with the slightly funny pose, it looks a bit prudish.

Kind of cute.

Shimizu Sakiren couldn't hold back a soft laugh.

"If you find it troublesome to walk, let He hug you."

Aoi Ayase spoke calmly on the surface, casting sharp eyes on Akiyama Kazuichi who followed behind him like a bodyguard dog.

The strong man with all-powerful force value received his gaze, and hurriedly snorted, looking left and right as if a powerful enemy was coming.

If he didn't wear sunglasses, the expression on his face must be wonderful.

The underworld lady raised the corners of her lips confidently, "Of course I can do it for you, but you have to..."

The hand that was originally on Aoi Ayase's shoulders fell softly to the top of her head, and Sakiren Shimizu patted it like punishment.

"Don't bully Mr. Akiyama."

The long and narrow red eyes watched Shimizu Sakiren vigilantly, she tilted her head and asked slowly:

"Then who do you choose?"

Shimizu Sakiren clasped his hands together, and discussed in a friendly voice like coaxing a child: "Xiaokui, I——can I go by myself?"

"No."

Aoi Ayase restrained her expressionlessly, and she who had learned judo could easily subdue Shimizu Sakiren.

No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape, and of course Misaki Love didn't struggle, she has always been a gentle language school.

Except for the last time and the first day I quarreled with myself...

Shimizu Sakiren also tried to protest, and asked in vain: "Why?"

"This is righteousness." Aoi Ayase said solemnly, one after another,

"Father said that there is a kind of loyalty in the extreme way. You invited me to tamagoyaki this morning. This is my reward."

She was persuasive and eloquent, eloquently explaining the rules of the Ayase family,

"If you invite me to dinner at noon today, according to the rules, I should invite you to my house for dinner, and then use the steak part of Tajima beef..."

When Shimizu Sakiren thought about today's lunch, her brain began to throb again. She stretched out her palm to cover Ayase Aoi's mouth, "Okay, okay, Xiao Aoi, stop talking."

The light kiss fell on the palm, and Aoi Aoi's calm eyes suddenly widened, her rationality gradually lost control, and she even wanted to kiss elsewhere along the palm.

To get more of your own.

The hot breath and the soft lips felt good, but Shimizu Sakiren let go like an electric shock, because the state of Aoi Ayase in front of her eyes began to feel wrong.

Her breathing was a bit uncontrollable, her body was tense, and her red eyes looked at herself like a wet little beast, as if she was restraining something.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to develop in a bad direction, Shimizu Sakiren hurriedly said, "Don't you want to go to the infirmary? Otherwise, we'll go back to class?"

Aoi Ayase sighed, and then said "Go".

The infirmary has always had a bad reputation on campus.

One is that, thanks to the false fabrication of certain literary works, the sacred place of saving lives and treating diseases has been slandered as a place for wandering.

Secondly, the infirmary is gloomy, and it often occupies an important place in campus ghost stories.

To sum up, the infirmary is actually not crowded during normal hours, let alone class time.

Dong dong dong, Aoi Ayase's index finger tapped lightly on the closed white door of the infirmary.

"Come in." A mature female voice came from the infirmary, mellow and elegant.

Aoi Ayase pulled Shimizu Sakiren's wrist and pushed the door open.

The structure of the infirmary has not changed much. There are three simple beds separated by white curtains. The teacher on duty in the infirmary, Fujiko Sakura, is sitting in front of the desk and flipping through a thick medical book. The hair is scattered and the temperament is gentle and elegant, which looks very reassuring.

She put down the ballpoint pen in her hand, looked up at the two people and asked:

"What's the matter with the two students?"

Perhaps Aoi Aoi's complexion was too rosy and healthy, Sakura Fujiko thought about it and asked, "Or do you simply want to take a rest?"

"Teacher, please show her. She has a tight chest today and has a history of asthma before. Check to see if there are any major problems."

Aoi Ayase pulled the reluctant Shimizu Sakui in front of Sakura Fujiko, and articulated a series of words.

Shimizu Misaki quickly waved her hands aside, and explained: "Well...no, no, there's no big problem, don't listen to her, teacher, I'm just a little tired and want to take a rest."

The white light in the gold-rimmed glasses shone brightly, Sakura Fujiko pulled up her long black hair, and tied the loose long hair with the hair tie around her wrist.

She tied her ponytail and said solemnly: "Asthma is not a small problem. If you have a medical history, take off your school uniform first, and listen to whether there is a clear wheezing sound."

Shimizu Sakiren didn't think much about it, just let out a "hmm", and gradually lifted her smooth and delicate hands towards the girl's neckline.

"Um?!"

But those hands hovered in mid-air but couldn't continue, and some kind of painful memory flooded my heart.

Fujiwara Yuki's eyes full of pleasure, lifted from the collarbone, and then left a deep imprint.

Hidden in hidden places are hidden secrets.

If it was a normal day, Shimizu Sakiren would definitely take off her clothes obediently and respectfully, following the doctor's orders.

but now……

Feeling that the nerves in the hands could not support the slight trembling, Shimizu Sakiren glanced anxiously at Aoi Ayase beside him.

Her brows and eyes lowered sharply, and her arrogant arrogance was replaced by soft care, just looking at herself with no desire and concern.

There is a sense of immorality of cheating, a little bit like a entangled water snake tightening itself.

"Why are you looking at me all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing."

Shimizu Sakiren exhaled deeply the air in her tensed lungs, and also exhaled her tangled sense of morality.

She tried to communicate with Sakura Fujiko, "Sensei, can I just take off my coat?"

Sakura Fujiko showed no expression, took off the silver stethoscope hanging around her neck, and patiently explained:

"According to the logic, if you want to hear the wheeze, you should take off all your clothes. If you are shy, you can consider it."

"Then ask the teacher to auscultate through the shirt."

The stone hovering in Shimizu Sakiren's heart finally fell, she pulled away the yellow brown wooden chair in front of the desk, and sat down obediently.

Aoi Ayase watched all this, and the magical sixth sense in her heart instantly extended the alarm at this moment, and the piercing alarm sound continued to surround her.

Shimizu Sakikoi was lying.

Her intuition told herself that Saki Koi's furtive and restless expression was trying to hide something from herself.

And the crux of the matter is, where is it?

Is it the tiredness on her face after she went out?still……?

In a flash of inspiration, I caught the word "shy" from the teacher on duty in the infirmary.

Saki love almost never shy away from physical contact when in contact with herself, whether it is a hug from Sanrio, or a strip drink at an izakaya,

Saki love doesn't mind every time she touches too much, why would she be twitchy just because she took off her clothes?

And those hands would hover in the air and be reluctant to let go, unbuttoning the collar...

What was she trying to cover up her upper body, what was it?

Aoi Ayase's thoughts passed quickly, and the conversation between the teacher and Sakimi Shimizu was muffled in the ear, like the indistinct roar of a car engine.

"It's in good shape."

Sakura Fujiko withdrew from her soft chest, hung the stethoscope back around her neck, and took out a medical record from the pile of books next to her, and asked:

"By the way, you are Shimizu Sakiren who was transferred to the hospital due to asthma in early April, right?"

"Yes, teacher."

"Is there any more salbutamol?"

"It's at home."

"Then I'll prescribe one for you first, remember not to do too much exercise, it's very dangerous for you," Sakura Fujiko began to write and draw in the medical record book, "and bring albuterol with you."