..... Hit head-on... Yes.... It hurts, it feels familiar....

It's been a long time since I've been knocked down in this way.,It's been about a year and a half, right?It's similar to the last time I was killed by Hiratsuka-sensei.... It's hard to imagine that that little fist under the snow could contain so much power, miscalculated... However, thanks to the teacher's training in the past two years, my body, especially the abdomen, has become extremely strong in its ability to resist blows, and if you use the grade evaluation to divide the grade, it is probably between A and S grades, and for a high school student who has not yet stepped into the society and is still in school, it can be used as a proud capital at some point.... For example, in the case just now, if I were to be replaced by another high school student who was about the same size as me, I would definitely not be able to bear it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But I was able to eliminate the pain in just 5 seconds, and I was glad to receive the punch at the cost of leaving a little muscle soreness.

I struggled to sit up and gently rubbed the sore muscle, well... The state is not too bad, and it should be completely fine with two or three punches.... No, no, no, how can I think that? Isn't this the same as masochism?

[Oh, you can stand up so soon?]

As soon as I was standing on my legs, a slightly surprised exclamation came from the front under the snow, and when I looked up, she was already sitting in my place, carrying a cup of black tea in her hand, but she turned her chair to face me.

[If you think that just that punch can bring me to the ground, I'm too sorry Hiratsuka-sensei....]

I patted the dust off my body, sighed, and came back to life close to full of blood... At this time, should I thank that violent teacher for his cultivation? I feel that it comes in handy in a strange place... I'm a hit-resistant...

"Lying down"... It was the teacup in the hand under the snow that kept trembling, because the amplitude was too large, and the black tea inside spilled out and fell to the ground, although judging from her expression, it should still belong to the category of smiles, but judging from the corners of her mouth that kept twitching....

[yes, that's really rude to use 30% of the strength just now, I'll definitely satisfy you this time, rest assured]

Putting the teacup aside, with a false smile, he said such desperate words in a very pleasant voice.

[130 percent?!!]

No, wait, this joke is too big! It only takes 30 percent of the strength to produce the same effect as that violent teacher, isn't it not half of it that hasn't been used yet?! Your strength is too terrifying, isn't it? Obviously your physical strength is so weak... Imagine if I were hit with three times the force of that fist .... Good, so scary...

[Hawkers, don't worry, I'm still confident in my strength control, thirty percent, that's right]

As she spoke, she stood up from her chair, her face full of confidence, and shook her hands, as if she was preparing...

[No, I'm not questioning your force control issues....]

[I'll use 60 percent this time, Hachiman-kun remember to grit your teeth.] ]

I quickly stepped back and distanced myself from her until I was blocked by the classroom door. I want to open the door and run away, but if I do that, it will definitely be a 100% fist....

[Calm down, you're definitely not going to die.] ]

The snow walked towards me step by step, looking very happy, like a child finding something interesting... Have you used death as a boundary to control the power? It's terrifying.

[No!It's time for you to calm down!]

Under the snow, I have come to a position less than a meter in front of me, stretched out my right hand, clenched my fist and slowly stretched it back, this time I didn't prepare for the posture directly.... I pressed my door tightly against the door and laughed at myself for a moment: since it was my own fault, I couldn't expect someone else's forgiveness. Because there are many things that have already caused immeasurable harm to the injured person when they want to be forgiven. If that makes her feel a little better... Then I can get a little compensation... I closed my eyes and focused all my strength on that part of my abdomen, ready to take the punch with all my might.

However, a few seconds passed, and I didn't feel the fist that should have appeared in the next second. Of course, it didn't appear anywhere on my body, I tried to relax my tense body a bit, and it was still as usual.... What's wrong?

Suddenly, I felt a shock in my chest, and I quickly stiffened my body, but in the next second... Completely relaxed.... Because, I smell a faint fragrance...

Slowly I really opened my eyes, and under the snow... Buried his head in my chest, his hands wrapped around my back, not saying anything, and certainly not crying, the steady and warm rhythm of breathing, the ethereal and clear fragrance lapping against my chest, this feeling of almost melting together came too quickly, I couldn't accept this transformation naturally, but I could beat with the sound of my own heartbeat.

After a long time, I felt a warm current pass through my chest and a whisper came out

[How could you do that again...] Stupid....]

The volume of this sentence was very small, but it pierced my heart like a sharp sword, and I felt a momentary pause and then beat slowly under her warm breathing.

[Actually.... It would be better to give a beating... Of course, I'll be better off...]

I don't know how to take her words, so I can only borrow the situation just now to find this topic that has been denied... Although it sounds a lot like a masochist...

Her head shook slightly from side to side on my chest, in denial, and continued to speak with a warm breath

[But... Even if it is a fight... I won't feel any better... It's a paradox.]

[yes, sorry....]

Is it a contradiction... Now I'm also very conflicted, it's just a collection of contradictions, I know where the exit is but I can't find the way to the past, and I still can't take this step when the entrance is in front of me... Is this a punishment for being cowardly?

After a moment of silence, she let go of her hands and took a few steps back away from my chest, her cheeks slightly red, probably because she had hugged me too tightly, but a warm smile appeared on her face, and she nodded lightly at me

[Let's go, go home.] ]

[Oh .. Oh, no, are you alright?]

This.. Do you forgive me? Do you do nothing? I always feel empty in my heart, and my shortcomings are the same.

[Eh, it's okay, let's go]

[Okay...]

After returning the key to the teacher, I kept a distance of about a meter behind her, and the strange feeling has been lingering since just now, not a bad premonition, how to say.... That's something like that... Let's balance the subtlety... It is like the feeling of a person who has committed a crime and has already made the consciousness of atonement after turning himself in, but he is acquitted after being questioned and making a record.

When I got to the door of the school building, I stopped under the snow, and I stopped to stand behind her, looking at her back in confusion.

[When are you going to make me wait?]

There was a slight anger in his tone, not very serious, but it made my heart tighten.

[What?]

She didn't answer, but slowly stretched out her left hand, spreading her palm out to me.

Seeing her move, I was stunned at first, and then shook my head self-deprecatingly after coming back to my senses.... Sure enough, I'm a... Stupid.

Walk up quickly, carefully put this small palm into the palm of your hand, and stand side by side with her. Her hands are still so small, delicate and warm.

Under the snow, he glanced back at me obliquely, smiled a hazy smile, and took my hand and walked forward.....