How to Develop the King of Anime

It is said that the most elegant part of a woman is the ankle, at this moment Jingong Yao will definitely nod to admit it, not to mention, he is a foot control!

Remembering that in that luxurious apartment, when I was doing those annoying things to Jingu Kan, even when I was crazy in my heart, I didn't seem to forget to lick the princess's jade to the fullest. feet...

Quickly forgetting the image of the Eighteen Bans in his mind, Jingu Yao put the cotton sock on Zhenbai's little foot, and it fell to the bottom of the knee.

However, Jingu Yao is also the first time to wear socks for people. Because he is not used to it, he puts the socks on the wrong side. He carefully arranges the direction of the socks and slowly puts the socks right.

"I'm going to be late, Yao..."

Mashiro sat on the steps and said leisurely.

"Blame me? Also, it's already late!"

He shrugged, finally helped Mashiro put on her socks, put on her uniform shoes, and hurriedly dragged her to the living room.

The breakfast was already cold, Jingu Yao frowned and looked at the breakfast that he had finally made in the morning, and finally had no choice but to give up.

"Okay, our omelette is done, what shall we eat in the morning?"

"Baumkuchen!"

Hearing Jingu Yao's question, Mashiro nodded his head to confirm.

"OK... What about noon?"

Thinking of yesterday's performance, I know that Mashiro doesn't know how to buy things at all. It is impossible for her to go to the school store to buy things. Although she is late, if she arrives too late, it will not make a good impression on the teacher. Now I can't make lunch boxes. time.

"Baumkuchen!"

"..."

This kid, won't you eat anything other than Baumkuchen?Could it be that British food is so terrifying that there is nothing to eat outside of last year's round cake?

Even though he thought so, Jingu Yao still threw the big bag of Baumkuchen that he bought yesterday into Mashiro's school bag, and threw two boxes of cows and milk into it.

"Let's go!"

Let Mashiro carry her schoolbag and pull her into the yard. Jingu Yao found his car, a BMW-brand bicycle.

Driving a sports car to the entrance of a high school to pretend to be coercive has no interest at all. Jingu Yao has no interest at all, not to mention that this country attaches great importance to education. Driving a luxury car at the entrance of a high school will only make people look sideways. Go to college!

Mashiro sat sideways on the back of the bicycle, a snow-white arm wrapped around Jingu Yao's waist and hugged him tightly, leaning his face on his broad back, while Jingu Yao, who was riding in the wind, could still He heard the sound of Mashiro opening the bag of Baumkuchen, and the sound of slurping the cake.

Obviously many things can't be done, but the technique of sitting on a bicycle and eating cake is really good.

"Why...there is such a high slope here."

Jingu Yao, who hadn't ridden a bike for a long time, smiled bitterly and said that she didn't eat in the morning, and it was really depressing to climb the hill with Shibai.

I remember that this ramp seems to be called a detective slope. I have been driving until I didn't pay attention before, but this time I became a bicycle and finally knew the height and slope of this ramp.

But there is no way. If you want to go to those two high schools and come out of Jingu Yao's house, this ramp is a must.

"Cuckoo..."

Jingu Yao, who has been insisting on eating breakfast, finally protested in her stomach because she didn't eat breakfast today.

"Your stomach is screaming..."

Leaning on Jingu Yao's back, Mashiro's voice was a little dull.

"It's not your fault!"

Jingu Yao laughed and cursed.

"..."

"Want to eat?"

Suddenly, Mashiro broke off a piece of Baumkuchen, raised the arm around his waist, and handed the cake to the mouth of Yō Jingu, who was riding a bicycle.

Jingu Yao looked at the slender fingers and the cake held by her in surprise.

Without any hesitation, Jingong Yao, who was hungry for a long time, opened his mouth and bit the cake. After chewing a few times, he swallowed it. Looking at the cake residue on the white tender fingers, he couldn't help but hold it. Really white fingers, licked the cake residue clean.

Mashiro didn't care that her fingers were caught, she just silently broke off another piece of cake and handed it to Jingu Yao's mouth.

Suddenly I felt that the slope was not long and steep.

Pedestrians passing by saw their 'showing affection' behavior, and there was no other way except envy, jealousy and hatred.

Chapter [-] is my breeder

The High School Affiliated to Suimei University of the Arts is a high school and university linked school. The deviation value required by the school will be relatively low if you are admitted to the school.

This high school is not located in the bustling area of ​​Tokyo, but in a relatively remote area. Although it is not a particularly famous school, there is no problem with the infrastructure construction. Even if it is not luxurious, it is above the average level.

Jingu Yō took Shiina Mashiro's hand and walked in the teaching building.

This high school is divided into two divisions, one is to carry out academic education like other high schools, and the other is, just as its name, mainly focuses on art. Of course, even if it is mainly art, the education that should be given cannot be left behind.

Jingu Yao, who sent Mashiro to the school gate, originally planned to go back at that time, but after thinking that with Mashiro's character, she might not be able to do the formalities at all, she took her to meet the principal and the director.

Although it was late, the principal and the director did not find it difficult for the two of them. As the upper-level figures in this public school, they still know something. In this society where money is king, it is the transfer procedure handled by the Jingu family. , As long as Shiina Mashiro doesn't do anything too big to violate the school rules, the top figures of these schools will turn a blind eye.

The current Jingong Yao brings Zhenbai to see her head teacher. The so-called little devils are difficult to deal with. Those upper-level characters know what it means to know the general situation. On the contrary, it is the grassroots people who are more difficult to deal with. For this, Jingong Yaoshen have experience.

"What time did you sleep last night?"