I Loaded the Love Game

November 17th, Tuesday, lunch break.

"Watanabe, let's go!"

"I see." Watanabe Toru sighed in response.

Seeing his reluctance, Kunai Xiu was a little puzzled, and asked him, "If you don't want to, just say no to Teacher Koizumi?"

"There are things that only I can do."

"Commissioner of the Courage Test Conference, is such a remarkable profession?" Saito Keisuke, a newly appointed logistics committee member, said.

"What do you think?" Watanabe couldn't tell.

While they were talking, the three of them walked out of the classroom of Class Four a year and walked towards the meeting room of the Student Union.

In the corridor, many people are in the same direction as them.

At noon on the second day when Toru Watanabe became a member of the Test Conference, the Student Union convened all relevant members for a meeting.

The meeting room of the Student Union of Kamikawa High School is not a simple version of a patchwork of desks.

The oval solid wooden table and the exquisite back chair are more luxurious than the meeting rooms of many ordinary companies or offices.

Toru Watanabe and the three randomly searched for a spot, and before the meeting started, they talked about the free activities of camping-whether they were going fishing or skiing and other boring topics.

"Watanabe-kun~"

Toru Watanabe looked at the source of the sound, but saw nothing.

"I'm here~" the voice came from the other side this time.

He turned his head to look again, she was a lively and hearty girl with a cute bob head and a cute round face.

The eyes are large and crescent-shaped.

"Are you?" Watanabe Toru didn't recognize her.

"No?" The girl covered her mouth in disbelief, "I'm Nana~"

"Nana..." Watanabe remembered who this person was, but still said, "Sorry, I don't know you, may I ask you who?"

With the lesson of Mai Mai-senpai, he decided to be colder to any woman, which is good for both parties.

The girl clasped her hands behind her skirt and put her hands together:

"It doesn't matter if you don't know each other, just call me Nana, please advise, Watanabe-kun~"

"..."

Except for Miki, he didn't even call Kiyono Rin's name, what was this woman thinking.

"Chairman Miyashita Miyaki, what's the matter with you?" Watanabe Toru did not pretend.

"Huh? Did you know me? You just teased me on purpose?"

Miyashita Miyaki once again put his hands behind his skirt and tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes bent into crescents, and he smiled towards Watanabe and asked:

"Watanabe-kun, don't you like me?"

"...You can't scare me, I have seen someone more narcissistic than you."

"I'm joking again, it's impossible for anyone to be more narcissistic than me~" Miyoshita waved his hand, unbelieving.

"Do you know Rin Kiyano? That guy's narcissism is hopelessly level." Watanabe Toru said.

"It turns out I have such an image in Watanabe's mind." The clear voice, accompanied by the awe-inspiring footsteps, gradually approached.

Watanabe kept his eyes fixed, and he certainly didn't appear flustered.

He looked at the student council president and continued: "Although narcissistic, Kiyono-san is indeed a rare beautiful girl. It is not too much to say that it is unique."

"Unparalleled?"

Watanabe Toru's face suddenly collapsed, and he wanted to be more flustered and flustered.

Looking closely, Miyashita Miyakura smiled very happily, while Kunai Shuo and Saito Keisuke had been winking at him, and their eyes were almost crooked.

Watanabe slowly turned his head and raised his gaze.

I don't know when, not only Qingye Rinzai Kujo is also there.

It was too late to think about the reasons why the two of them appeared here.

"Miki, listen to me..."

"The new student chairperson turned out to be you." Miki Kujo looked at Miyashita Miyaki, but stretched out her hand to Watanabe Toru's ear.

"Fortunately, I won the election." Miyoshita waved his hand humbly. "Kujo students are merciful, we can discuss what's going on at school. Our family can't compare to the Jiujo family."

"There's nothing to discuss with you, just stay away from this guy." As he said, Miki Kujo glanced at Watanabe Toru who was twisted by her ears.

Nana Miyashita glanced at Watanabe Toru who made an expression of pain, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course, who doesn't know now, Watanabe-kun is the future son-in-law of the Kujo family."

Kujo Miki sneered, her head motionless, and Qing Ye Rin's icy gaze glanced at Qing Ye Rin, "Isn't there one of them?"

"It hurts! It hurts!" Feeling the increasing intensity of the ears, Watanabe Toru hurriedly shouted exaggeratedly.

Kiyano Rin lifted the long hair on his shoulders and smiled non-committal.

"The Kujo family and Kiyono family are about to break? Great!" Miyashita Nana said happily together, "the two companies need to cooperate in the future, please consider our Miyoshita family!"

"Nothing about your family."

"The whimsical thing is enough, Miyashita-senpai, the Kiyosaka matter has nothing to do with me."

"That's it." Miyoshita was a little disappointed. After seeing Watanabe Toru, his eyes lit up again. "Watanabe-kun, I can only ask you. Could you please make them fascinated by them, and then, from now on break!"

"Do you think I still have a chance? At the moment, I can't protect myself." Watanabe pointed to the white and delicate hand on his ear.

Kujo Miki bent down.

That small and delicate face was attached to Watanabe Toru's face.

"Are you going to do this if you don't want to protect yourself?" The heat pouring from her soft lips fell on Watanabe's ears.

"Kujo classmates," Kiyano Rin looked at the two people who were about to stick together, "I said "no revenge" yesterday, do you regret it today?"

"If I remember correctly, revenge is forbidden afterwards, right?" Kujo Miki glanced at her.

Rin Kiyano put his hand to his chin, lowered his head in thought, as if he was reminiscing what he said yesterday.

After three seconds, she said, "This is also one of the manifestations of unconfidence, right? It must be recorded in the activity record of human observation."

Kujo Miki narrowed her eyes slightly and loosened her hand that was twisting Watanabe Toru's ear.

Toru Watanabe realized that the noisy meeting room had long been silent.

"Is there any way, who made me like this bad guy so much." Kujo Miki looked at Watanabe Toru tenderly and adjusted the tie position for him, "I feel very uncomfortable when I think of someone trying to **** me."

At first, the tone was calm, but in the end, only the cold killing intent was left.

"Kujo-kun, you are uncomfortable. For me, it is something to be happy about." Kiyano Rin replied with the same temperatureless smile.

Miyoshita looked at the two of them back and forth, and suddenly said with a smile: "Watanabe-kun, as the person involved, don't you say a few words?"

This guy......

Toru Watanabe seemed to see the fox tail protruding from the back of the student union's long skirt.

"It's been so long since the lunch break, let's start the meeting quickly!" he said.

It seems that Nana Miyashita puffed up her cheeks with dissatisfaction because she didn't get a satisfactory answer.

However, Rin Kiyano and Miki Kujo had no plans to continue their verbal quarrel. They sat in their seats, and she couldn't help it.

Nana Miyashita returned to the top and looked at the number of people.

"The members of each class are all here, so let's start today's meeting."

"First of all, it is about the specific planning of winter camping activities. Each group please submit it to the student union before this Friday."

"Then the budget. If the event plan is passed, the budget..."

The above said, the following small movements continued.

Toru Watanabe glared at Kunai Shuo and Saito Keisuke, and complained that the two of them didn't say aloud to remind themselves that their eyes were encrypted.

Then, regardless of their ignorance and defense, he whispered to Miki Kujo beside him:

"Miki, why are you here?"

"If I don't come, I won't be able to learn the idiom "unique"."

"...I confess, I confess, I believe that classmate Kiyono is very beautiful, even comparable to Miki you, so I just said, ‘it’s unique, it’s not too much’."

"Greasy mouth and tongue." Miki Kujo put her hand on his leg, this time she really twisted it hard.

"His—" Watanabe leaned forward with pain so much that his upper body was leaning forward.

Because it was too painful, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pressed Kujo Miki's leg in black pantyhose.

Like a child who drank a bitter medicine and desperately ate sweets, he greedily kneaded his slender and well-proportioned legs.

Kunii Shu and Keisuke Saito could not see the scenery under the table, and cast sympathy and mocking glances at Toru Watanabe, whose expression was painful to ecstasy.

The meeting ended safely, and Miki Kujo didn't seem to have any plans to preside over the overall situation this time.

Last time, it was because the mother of Kujo suddenly wanted to come to the cultural festival, she took the initiative to take the initiative and did not allow chaos in the activities.

Kujo's mother would definitely not participate in such activities as winter camping, so it is reasonable for Kujo Mihime not to interfere in the activities.

Summary: Kujo Miki serves as a committee member purely to stare at her boyfriend.

‘What did I do wrong? ’

Toru Watanabe rubbed his red thigh and returned to the classroom.

After watching "Reminiscence Like a Grey Age" for a while, the lunch break was over and the fifth class began.

The fifth section is home economics class, and as of today, this section is tailoring.

The two classes are still closed, the second and fourth classes.

"Today's task is to make'bags'." The elderly housekeeping teacher also has a gentle voice.

"Shoulder bags, backpacks, diagonal bags or hand bags, you can make as many bags as you want, and ask me to stamp it after you are done, and then you can dismiss the get out of class first."

The students in the two classes went forward to select the materials they liked in turn.

The teacher didn't care too much, so after explaining the subject, he knit winter sweaters on his own.

According to the girls in the class, almost all the clothes of the housekeeping teacher are made by themselves. The styles are simple and beautiful. Many girls want to learn from her.

No matter what the teacher is, Toru Watanabe and Miki Kujo mingled together.

He chose the black fabric himself, and then helped her choose the big red.

Kujo Miki's favorite red is not the kind of red that emphasizes color, but the red that is simply, majestic, and not feminine when worn on boys is her favorite.

"Do you know how to use a sewing machine?" Watanabe Toru asked her.

This is the first time that he has a home economics class with Kujo Miki.

Class 2 and Class 4 had been closed, but Miki Kujo happened to be absent-either she hadn't come all day, or she had gone to the fourth quarter of the morning and left at noon.

"Learned some." Miki Kujo took the cloth and drew lines on it with a pencil.

Watanabe sat down next to her, his pants rubbed against her thigh, and the twisted place felt a little pain.

He looked around the classroom, everyone buried their heads behind the sewing machine, and no one paid attention to the corner they were in.

Toru Watanabe turned sideways, turned his back to the crowd, and secretly unbuttoned his skin.

Hearing the sound of the zipper, Kujo Miki raised her head.

She watched Watanabe Toru unzipping, revealing her underwear, and staring at her thigh from there.

"You still have this habit?" Miki Kujo glanced at him and laughed.

"What fetish? Look, it's all red!" Watanabe Toru whispered.

Miki Kujo glanced twice, stretched out her slender right hand, and lightly touched the red piece with her index finger.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course, and it hurts very much!"

Miki Kujo gently rubbed it up, and warned in a cold tone: "If you praise Ye Rin's beauty again, I'll twist your legs purple next time."

"Purple? That muscle is broken, right?"

"If it breaks, cut off the leg."

"Don't scare me."

"Scare you?" Miki Kujo glanced at a certain position, "It doesn't look like she was scared."

"Innate talent, it's not controlled at all."

Kujo Miki snorted contemptuously and stretched out her hand to hold it.

"Wait, wait, it won't work there!" Watanabe Toru hastened to hold her, "For my good, and for your good, it's really not possible here."

"Put the pants on, who do you want to show to?" Miki Kujo squeezed, and then withdrew her hand angrily.

"Go back and show it to you, who else can I show it to?" Watanabe Toru rubbed the red spot again before pulling the zipper.

"If you dare to show this to others, I will make a hole from here." With her little hand, she drew a semicircle on Watanabe Toru's abdomen.

Just frame the pick up inside.

"This time I was really scared."

Miki Kujo glanced again: "Look at what you are like, it's not promising~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I was scared, if I was not scared, I would be scolded, don't ask me if I was scared next time, just Scold me, forget it."

"Are you still angry?" Kujo Miki glanced at him amusedly. "My lady will make you a bag. Let's talk, what do you want?"

"The style is not important, it must be embroidered with [Miki Love Toru], so...Uh-lightly!"

"You dare to lie to me? Is this the state to be scared?"

"This is the second time. I recovered faster. I blame Miki for being so cute."

"Spoken words, glib tongue."

Miki Kujo operates the sewing machine with unexpected proficiency.

The movement of the cloth, the rhythm of the pedals, both sound pleasing.

"I didn't expect you to do this again." Watanabe Toru watched from the side.

"What do you think the rich are?" Miki Kujo seemed to be gentle when she was operating the sewing machine.

"I haven't thought about it, but in my impression, at least I don't know how to use sewing machines."

"Wealthy people can indeed do a lot of things they like to do, but more things, not only to do, but also to do better than ordinary people."

Miki Kujo stopped and changed the direction of the fabric.

She continued: "I haven't learned anything about sewing machines. I have learned some in home economics classes in elementary and middle schools."

Speaking of this, Kujo Miki paused and looked at Watanabe Toru: "This is the first time I sew something for someone else. If you go back today, you can kneel on the bed and thank me."

"Kneel? How can I express my sincerity, I will use this bag for the rest of my life."

"No, just kneel."

"Miki, are you kidding me?" Watanabe Toru said.

"What do you mean?"

"That must be a joke!"

Kujo Miki glanced at him and continued to sew the backpack.