Tuesday, November 17th, lunch break.

"Watanabe, let's go!"

"Got it." Toru Watanabe responded with a sigh.

Seeing his reluctance, Kunii Xiu was a little puzzled, but he: "If you don't want to, just say no to Mr. Koizumi?" ”

"There are some things that only I can do."

"Brave Congressman, is it such a great profession?" Keisuke Saito, the newly promoted logistics commissioner, said.

"What do you think?" Toru Watanabe has a bitterness that he can't say.

While talking, the three of them walked out of the classroom of Class 4 and walked towards the conference room of the student union.

In the corridor, there were quite a few people in the same direction as them.

At noon on the second day after Toru Watanabe became a member of the Courage Test Committee, the student council called a meeting of all the relevant committee members.

The student council meeting room at Kamigawa High School is not a rudimentary version of a patchwork of desks.

The oval solid wood table and the delicate backrest chair are more luxurious than many ordinary company or office meeting rooms.

The three of them casually found a place to talk about the freedom of camping before the meeting began—whether it was going fishing or skiing.

"Watanabe-kun~"

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

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

He turned his head again to see that it was a lively and cheerful girl, with a cute bob head and a cute little round face.

The eyes are large and curved into a crescent shape.

"You are?" Toru Watanabe didn't know her.

"Won't it?" The girl covered her mouth in disbelief, "I'm Nana~"

"Nana......" Toru Watanabe remembered who this person was, but still said, "I'm sorry, I don't know you, but who are?" ”

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

The girl's hands clasped behind her skirt and clasped her hands together:

"It's okay if you don't know me, just call me Nana, please advise, Watanabe-kun~"

“......”

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

"President Miyashita, is there anything wrong with you?" Toru Watanabe doesn't pretend either.

"Huh? Do you know me? Was that just deliberately teasing me? ”

Miyashita put his hands behind his skirt again, tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes bent into crescents, and smiled at Toru Watanabe:

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

“...... You can't scare me, I've seen more narcissistic than you. ”

"I'm joking again, no one can be more narcissistic than me~" Miyashita waved his hand, looking unbelieving.

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

"So I was like this in Watanabe-san's mind." The clear voice, accompanied by the awe-inspiring footsteps, gradually approached.

Watanabe was staring at it and certainly didn't look flustered.

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

"Unique?"

Toru Watanabe's face suddenly fell, how flustered he was.

Looking carefully, Miyashita in front of him was smiling very happily, while Osamu Kunii and Keisuke Saito had been giving him a look, and their eyes were almost crooked.

Toru Watanabe slowly turned his head and raised his gaze.

I don't know when, not only Kiyono Rin is there, but also Miss Kujo-sama.

I didn't have time to think about why the two of them were here.

"Mei Ji, listen to me......"

"The new student council president turned out to be you." Kujou Mihime looked at Miyashita, but her hand reached for Toru Watanabe's ear.

"I won the election by luck." Miyashita waved his hand modestly, "Kujo-san's subordinates are merciful, what is there at school we can discuss, our family is not as good as the Kujo family." ”

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

Nana Miyashita glanced at Toru Watanabe, who made a painful expression, and couldn't help laughing:

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

Kujou Mihime sneered, her head didn't move, and her cold gaze swept at Rin Kiyono: "Isn't there only one of these?" ”

"It hurts, it hurts! Tap! Feeling the increasing intensity on his ears, Toru Watanabe hurriedly shouted exaggeratedly.

Rin Kiyono stroked the long hair off her shoulders and smiled noncommittally.

"The Kujo family and the Kiyono family are going to break up? Great! Nana Miyashita clasped her hands together and said happily, "The two families need to cooperate in the future, please be sure to consider our Miyashita family!" ”

"It's none of your business."

"Whimsical should stop in moderation, Miyashita-senpai, the affairs of the Kiyono family have nothing to do with me."

"That's right." Miyashita was slightly disappointed, and when he saw Toru Watanabe, his eyes lit up again, "Watanabe-kun, I can only ask you, please make the two of them fascinated, and then, break up from now on!" ”

"Do you think I still have a chance? At present, it is difficult for me to protect myself. Toru Watanabe pointed to the snow-white, delicate little hands on his ears.

Kujou Miki bent down.

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

"Are you going to do this because you can't protect yourself?" The heat pouring from her soft lips hit Toru Watanabe's ears.

"Kujo-san," Rin Kiyono looked at the two who were about to stick together, "I said 'no retaliation' yesterday, and today I regretted it?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken, it's not allowed to retaliate afterwards, right?" Kujou Mihime glanced at her.

Rin Kiyono put his hand to his chin and looked down in contemplation, as if remembering what he had said yesterday.

After three seconds, she said, "This is also one of the signs of lack of confidence, right?" It must be recorded in the record of human observations. ”

Miki Kujou narrowed her eyes slightly, letting go of the hand that was twisting Toru Watanabe's ear.

Only then did Toru Watanabe realize that the conference room that was still noisy just now had already fallen silent.

"What's the solution, who made me like this bad guy so much." Miki Kujou looked at Toru Watanabe tenderly and adjusted the position of his tie, "I feel very uncomfortable at the thought of someone trying to rob me. ”

At first, the tone was quite gentle, but in the end, only a cold killing intent remained.

"Kujo-san, you're not feeling well, but for me, it's a thing to be happy about." Rin Kiyono returned with the same warm smile.

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

This guy ......

Toru Watanabe seemed to see the fox's tail poking out from behind the skirt of the student council president.

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

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

However, Rin Kiyono and Miki Kujou no longer plan to continue the verbal dispute, and they each sat in their seats, and she had no choice.

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

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

"First of all, there is the specific planning of winter camping activities, and each group should submit it to the student council before this Friday."

"Then there's the budget, and if the event plan goes through, the budget ......"

Talking above, small movements below.

Toru Watanabe glared at Osamu Kunii and Keisuke Saito, complaining that the two of them didn't even remind themselves silently, what kind of eye encryption they were doing.

Then, regardless of the ignorance and justification of the two, he whispered to Kujou Mihime beside him:

"Mei Ji, why are you here?"

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

“...... I'll admit, I'll confess, my confirmation is that Kiyono-san is very beautiful, and even comparable to Mihime, so I just said, 'It's not too much to say that it's unique.'" ”

"Flim Flam." Kujou Miki put her hand on his lap, and this time it was really twisted hard.

"Shhh

Because it hurt so much, he couldn't help but reach out and press it on Kujou Miki's leg in black pantyhose.

Like a child who drank very bitter medicine and desperately ate sugar, he used greedy techniques to knead his slender and well-proportioned legs.

Osamu Kunii and Keisuke Saito couldn't see the scenery under the table, and cast sympathetic and mocking glances at Toru Watanabe, whose expression was so painful that he was ecstatic.

The meeting ended safely, and Miki Kujou didn't seem to have any intention of presiding over the overall situation this time.

Last time, it was because Kujo's mother suddenly wanted to come to the cultural festival that she took the initiative and did not allow the event to be chaotic.

Winter camping is an activity that Kujo's mother will definitely not participate in, so it is reasonable that Kujou Miki does not interfere with the event.

Summary: Miki Kujou served as a commissioner, purely to target her boyfriend.

'What am I doing wrong?' ’

Toru Watanabe rubbed his thighs, which must have turned red, back to the classroom.

After watching for a while, the lunch break was declared over and the fifth class began.

The fifth section is the housekeeping class, and the specific section today is the tailor.

There are still two classes combined, the second and fourth classes.

"Today's task is to make a 'bag'." The elderly home economics teacher has a gentle voice.

"Shoulder bags, backpacks, crossbody bags or handbags, you can make the bag you want, ask me to stamp it when you're done, and then you can get out of class first."

Students from the two classes stepped forward in turn to choose their favorite materials.

The teacher was not very careful, and after explaining the topic, he knitted the sweater he wore in winter.

According to the girls in the class, almost all of the clothes of the home economics teacher are made by themselves, and the style is simple and beautiful, and many girls want to learn from her.

The teacher doesn't care, and Toru Watanabe gets mixed up with Miki Kujo.

He chose the black fabric himself, and he chose the bright red for her.

Kujou Mihime's preferred red is not the kind of red that emphasizes color, but the crisp, majestic, and non-feminine red worn on boys is her favorite.

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

This was the first time he had taken a home economics class with Miki Kujo.

The second and fourth classes were combined, but Miki Kujo happened to be absent - either she didn't come all day, or she took the fourth session in the morning and left at noon.

"I've learned a few." Miki Kujou took the cloth and drew lines on it with a pencil.

Toru Watanabe sat down next to her, his pants rubbing against his thighs, and the place where he was twisted hurt slightly.

He looked around the classroom, where everyone was buried behind the sewing machine, and no one was paying attention to their corner.

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

Hearing the sound of zippers, Kujou Miki looked up.

She watched as Toru Watanabe unzipped up, revealing her panties, staring at her thighs.

"You still have this fetish?" Kujou Miki glanced at him and sneered.

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

Kujou Mihime looked at it twice, stretched out her slender right hand, and gently touched the red piece with her index finger.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course, and it hurts!"

Kujou Mihime rubbed it gently, and warned in a cold tone: "If you praise Rin No's good looks again, I'll twist your legs purple next time." ”

"Purple? Are all the muscles broken? ”

"If it's broken, cut off your leg."

"Don't scare me."

"Scaring you?" Kujou Miki glanced at a certain location, "It doesn't look like I'm scared." ”

"Gifted, not controlled at all."

Kujou Miki snorted contemptuously and reached out to hold it.

"Wait, wait, there's no way there!" Toru Watanabe hurriedly grabbed her, "For my good, and for your good, it's really not okay here." ”

"Who do you want to show your pants on?" Kujou Miki pinched it and withdrew her hand angrily.

"I'll go back and show you, who else can I show it?" Toru Watanabe rubbed the red area again before he pulled the zipper.

"If you dare to show this place to anyone else, I'll make a hole from here." With her small hands, she drew a semicircle on Toru Watanabe's abdomen.

I just frame a thing inside.

"It's really scary."

Kujou Miki glanced at it again: "Look at your cowardice, it's useless." ”

"If you're scared, if you're not scared, you'll be scolded, don't be scared next time, just scold me."

"Still angry?" Miki Kujou glanced at him amusedly, "Miss Ben made you a bag, say, what do you want?" ”

"The style is not important, it must be embroidered on it, so that it ...... Hmm-tap! ”

"How dare you lie to me? Is this the state of being scared? ”

"This is the second time, and the recovery is relatively fast, so it's all because Meiji is so cute."

"Rhetoric, flamboyance."

Miki Kujo operates the sewing machine and is unexpectedly proficient.

The movement of the fabric and the rhythm of the footpegs are both pleasing to the ear.

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

"What do you think a rich man is?" Manipulating the sewing machine, Miki Kujou seemed to speak softly.

"I haven't thought about it, but in my impression, at least I shouldn't be able to sew machines."

"Rich people can 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 the pedal and reversed the direction of the fabric.

She continued: "I didn't learn anything about sewing machines, but I learned a little bit about home economics in elementary and middle school. ”

As she spoke, Miki Kujou paused and glanced at Toru Watanabe: "This is the first time I've sewn something for someone else, so when I go back today, you can kneel on the bed and thank me." ”

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

"No, just kneel."

"Mei Ji, you should be joking, right?" Toru Watanabe said.

"What do you say?"

"That must be a joke!"

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