Chapter 131, "Get Up,"

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, the sky was azure blue without even a trace of floating fluff, as if all the colors had been filtered out, and it was shining magnificently.

A cool breeze blew, blowing the bright and juicy branches of the camphor tree and gently caressing my cheeks.

The boy opened his drooping eyelids.

What came into view was the girl's flawless face. She closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep with her face drooping. A few strands of hair fell on her face, tickling her. Like a moving vine sitting quietly in a quiet forest.

Her face is very white and has some baby fat. It's incredible that this perfect face will probably remain until the day she dies.

The boy stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the skin on the girl's face.

"We're going to be late." The three-no girl suddenly spoke.

Her eyes were still closed and had not yet opened.

So this sudden remark seemed to have been spoken in a dream.

Utsunomiya Shuo's hand paused, stopping just a few inches away from her.

"I thought school was over." Utsunomiya Shuo said, without any embarrassment of having his little action discovered.

Because the surrounding environment is very noisy, there are still people shouting on the playground, emitting their vigorous energy...

So he thought he slept the whole afternoon.

Turns out not.

Ling finally opened his eyes and looked into Zhuo's eyes with clear eyes.

The azure pupils were like a mirror, or like the blue sky after a heavy rain, reflecting the white clouds floating in it.

So lovely.

"Some people have already left. Those who are left are those who have no missions. There are still seven minutes left for class."

Class time is assembly time.

This is what Utsunomiya Shuo said.

Well organized.

It seemed that she had not fallen asleep.

"It's still so long." Utsunomiya Zhuo shook his head as a nod.

His head was still resting on Ling's thigh, and he didn't get up.

This exclamation sounds careless and seems to have no practical meaning. It is just a casual exclamation.

A nonchalant look.

But Zero stopped talking.

Staring into Zhuo's eyes silently.

Zhuo, who was not answered, paused, then blinked and asked, "Can I touch it?"

Zero still looked into his eyes, expressionless.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff.

After about three seconds, Ling said calmly, "There are six minutes left. It will take at least five minutes on the road."

The subtext is that it's not too late to go now.

Zhuo understood the meaning, but he repeated it again: "Can I touch it?"

"..." Zero closed his mouth and stared into his eyes silently again, as if he wanted to see what was in the head of this pig in front of him.

Zhuo looked at her.

Then wait for the answer.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

five seconds...

ten seconds...

Twenty seconds...

At a certain moment, the girl suddenly sighed silently and lowered her eyes.

Then he said nothing and gently closed his eyes.

“…I’m so sorry.” Utsunomiya Shuo apologized.

He had been standing between the two of them, and his hand hovering in the air moved forward again and touched the girl's cheek.

Cool.

Very soft too.

Like jelly.

The places where the fingertips touched were stained slightly red, and when the fingertips were released, they quickly returned to their icy white color.

Then Zhuo put all five fingers on her face, not daring to use force. Her cheeks looked like they were grown in milk, and people were worried that they would be bruised if they were not careful.

And it's so small.

Just five fingers were already filled.

I rubbed it gently with my fingers, but it seemed that I could not feel any friction.

...a bit addictive.

Gradually, without knowing how much time had passed, the amplitude of the rubbing of Zhuo's palm became larger and larger. In a trance, the side of his thumb inadvertently brushed the edge of the girl's lips.

Somewhat warm.

It's also a little wet.

Zhuo subconsciously looked at Ling's lips, and the pale cherry lips were tightly closed...

It makes people think wildly.

"Get up," the girl suddenly flicked Utsunomiya Shuo's forehead with her index finger, "Your legs are numb."

"……Oh."

Utsunomiya Shuo withdrew his hand, scratched his head, stood up, and looked around dizzily.

His legs were also a little numb. Ling was still sitting next to him, gently kneading his numb legs, her eyes lowered, her light golden hair falling down, covering her face.

"Need help?" Rubbing legs...

Utsunomiya Shuo lowered his head and asked.

Zero stopped what he was doing, looked up and glanced at Utsunomiya Shuo.

"Sorry, I was kidding."

Utsunomiya Shuo immediately put on a serious expression and apologized.

Zero then lowered his head, hammered lightly twice, and then stood up.

As if nothing had happened, he said, "Let's go."

"Row."

Utsunomiya Shuo stretched and walked towards the teaching building with her.

When leaving, Zhuo glanced back at the camphor tree.

I don't know when the crows on the camphor tree became two, and they were sleeping soundly...and the cicada seemed to have disappeared too.

really weird.

Another gust of wind came, and it felt very cool when it blew across his forehead. He felt a lot more energetic.

Zhuo withdrew his vision, turned around, and saw that Ling had also stopped.

Seems to be waiting for him.

The wind blew up his bangs, revealing his fair and smooth forehead, which seemed to be covered with a layer of fine sweat and was shining.

Utsunomiya Zhuo tilted his head and trotted to catch up.

Then Ling turned his head back and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

Zhuoye walked side by side with her as a matter of course.

One tall and one short.

Zero barely reached his shoulders.

"What's for dinner today?" Utsunomiya Shuo asked, looking at the road.

"Cream soup and vegetables." Ling also looked forward.

“No onions.”

"No."

"That's good. No meat?"

“It’s in the soup.”

"I mean uh-huh dishes."

"No."

"Can I have one more?"

"No."

"……Oh."

Zhuo secretly rolled his eyes.

……

After returning to the teaching building, the two went to the teacher's office together and introduced Zero to Suzuki Ai... although she must have known Zero for a long time.

The Sports Committee was naturally surprised when they saw that the painter Zhuo had hired was actually "Her Majesty the Queen".

Whispering.

Zero ignored them and walked into the office without saying a word, then closed the door behind him.

This is where the work begins.

Utsunomiya Shuo yawned and walked towards his classroom.

He also needs to think about the content of his class's poster, and he is responsible for this aspect as well.

Since there doesn't seem to be any student in Class 2-B who is good at drawing... except Zero... so this task will require some effort.

We need everyone to brainstorm together.

Hmm——if I think about it this way, it seems that Zero should be responsible for this task.

Zhuo stopped and looked back.

Outside the door in front of the office, a large group of people gathered outside, and some even put their ears against the door to eavesdrop on what was going on inside.

So fanatical.

Zhuo turned back and continued walking towards the classroom.

Just rely on yourself.

　Thanks to brother JiBing for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Fang Ran Xingwu for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Routian Rumi for the two monthly tickets.

　　Thanks to my wife's brother Shirakami Fubuki for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to Brother Drinker for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to brother Sakura for the monthly ticket.

　　Thanks to Xiangyang De Kui for the monthly ticket.

　　thank.

　　Thanks to brother Xinaihexi for the 100-point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)