"Well, she's really angry." As the bell rang for the end of class, the day's learning was over. Looking at the snow that had not stopped walking past him, Takeshita Himi sighed and muttered to himself.

Otherwise, if I wanted to talk to her all day today, it would have been colder than usual, she would have called me to participate in club activities with her, stretched her muscles, put her textbooks in her bag, and prepared to participate in club activities, he didn't plan to run away from the ministry department.

Hey, this little girl is walking so fast? Takeshita Icemi, who packed up his things and set off immediately, looked for a figure under the snow in the crowd. Less than half a minute before he walked under the snow, he couldn't see her figure anymore.

I walked through the passage on the second floor and climbed upstairs to the front of the Ministry of Service. Subconsciously looked up at the class number, which was still the white door number without a logo. Gently pushing the door open, she sat quietly in her place under the snow.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up and saw that it was him, and then she looked down again at the book in her hand, and the one wrapped in the cover.

Gently closing the door, he came to his seat, and after putting away his school bag, the space fell into silence again.

When two people have a mustard, in the same quiet space, the passage of time can feel slow. At least that's what Takeshita thinks of Himi, which is more awkward than being in the same room with two people who don't know each other.

"Well, under the snow, did you misunderstand something in the morning?" Takeshita Hisumi cautiously asked the question that had been held in his heart for a day. Staring at the girl in front of her, waiting for her answer.

"There's no misunderstanding, it's that you think too much." Under the snow without raising his head, he answered without hesitation.

Looking at the snow that answered decisively, he was more and more sure that there was some misunderstanding in the middle. "The snow I know is not someone who doesn't look at each other when he speaks."

Closing the library book, he gently placed it on the long table, and Yukino looked at him under the snow. "Takeshita-kun."

"Hmm," he replied.

"What a surprise. I'm impressed that you, who have always wanted to escape from the ministry and don't want to participate in club activities, would come by yourself when no one was spurring you. Xue Xia did not answer his question directly, but kept her poisonous tongue.

On the surface, she is a perfect beautiful girl. She ranks first in the deviation value and is very popular with boys in school. Only after having contact with her will you know her character.

"Thank you for the compliment, and I'm also very impressed with myself." Takeshita Bing pretended not to understand what she said, and he was very proud. "So let's go back to the question, or maybe you don't know that I'm going to ask it again?"

"Oh, then you can say it again." Completely uncooperative under the snow.

Fortunately, Takeshita Bingmi was not disappointed, "Before class this morning, we chatted and I thought we had a good conversation, why did you suddenly get angry?"

"yes, why do you care if I'm misunderstood? Do you like me? So care what I think? "Under the snow, I never know what modesty is," Indeed, it's normal to like a girl like me. She brushed her hair from her shoulder with her right hand, a confident smile on her face.

"Hmm." Takeshita Bingmi replied casually. Then he sat upright, with his left hand propped up on the table, his fingers clenched lightly, his palm propped up on his cheek, and he stared sideways at the snow.

As he said, Yukiya will look at the other person when talking to people, showing strong aggression. So,Now the two people have become looking at each other.,Usually this kind of shot appears in the dimensional fan.,The next thing will be each other in the case of irresistible force.,The two heads get closer and closer.,And then stage a romantic scene.。

However, this is only for two people who have a crush on each other at a specific time. Takeshita Bingmi is a person who has a rationality over emotion at a critical time, and Yukishita is not the heroine of a general novel, and the two people don't like each other, so they just stare at each other.

It's like a small recess game that Takeshita Bingmi used to play, the two look at each other, and whoever retreats first loses.

With this opportunity, he looked under the snow again, and there was straight black hair almost up to his waist, which he had often observed when he walked behind her, and on each side of the shoulder, a strand of hair tied with a red ribbon hung down the back, and two strands of willow hanging from his chest.

plus the bangs in front of her forehead, which adds a lot of points to her, with a white shirt under a black uniform jacket and a butterfly-like collar with a red ribbon, with a beautiful face.

The knowledge that is the first in the deviation value, and the talent that is good at all aspects. Even the extracurricular sitting posture is a straight waist, as quiet as a deep boudoir. The perfect fusion of knowledge, temperament, and appearance creates a beautiful girl who is almost perfect.

It's exactly the type he likes, and that's my goddess.

Well, thinking about it this way, Takeshita Bingmi opened up for someone after discovering such a girl. It's a little sad, do you want to work hard, maybe you can cut off the beard.

I think so, but Takeshita Himi doesn't plan to do anything. Fate is what he has always thought is the most suitable way for him, not to force it, but to go with the flow. Another reason is that he has lived for so many years, but he still can't chase girls!

The rest of the moment was silent, broken by the rough sound of the door opening without any concern.

With this, the two rarely ended the game without opening their mouths, and it is not allowed to fail under the snow that is so strong, and you don't have to think about it if you expect a person with a low EQ index to take the initiative to defeat the battle to win the girl's possible favor.

"Yo, the two of you are looking at each other affectionately, are you going to start staging a romantic comedy?" Not at all like what he knew the teacher should say, the words came from the mouth of Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was leaning against the door.

"Please knock on the door." I am not affected by Hiratsuka Shizuka, and I return under the snow.

"Alas~ Alas, isn't it bad Takeshita," Hiratsuka smiled teasingly.

Looking at this teacher who only appears in the second dimension, "And then the teacher is so idle that he doesn't have to go out on a date?" "He can talk to him under the snow, and his poisonous tongue talent is also good. He knows that this Jing Shizuna, who is known as Jing and cute on the Internet, is an older leftover girl, who is beautiful but still single.

"Hmph, little ghost, do you want to taste the Iron Fist of Justice?" Teacher Jing, whose right hand was clenched into a fist, shook his iron fist and threatened.

Takeshita, who had tried once, was fully convinced of the consequences if he dared to refute it again, "Ah, haha, I'm a righteous partner. ”

followed her words on the lips, but complained in her heart, how can women in this world learn aikido. He knows that Hiratsuka Jing and under the snow will be Aikido, and if you learn hard under the snow, no one will use force. Why didn't the predecessor practice?

"Hiratsuka-sensei, what's the matter?" Under the snow, he watched in the direction of the doorway. "Didn't Biqigu come, I knew that this kid and Takeshita's virtue needed to be trained and trained." It seems that she is just here to care about the situation of Xia Biqigu, and the slut is not there and leaves.

Hey, what is training, I don't have that, looking at Teacher Jing, who is unreliable, Takeshita was also shot while lying down.

Got up and closed the door that Hiratsuka opened but didn't close, and he didn't sit down immediately before returning to his seat. The ministry is located on the fourth floor of the audio-visual building, where you can see the playground.

The voices of young girls swaying on the playground came. I spent both my youth in the classroom. Hey, this can't work, I've wasted my youth once, it's rare to have another time, I can't waste it anymore.

After setting the tone in his heart, Takeshita Icemi, who sat back in his seat, changed back to holding his head with his hands on his hands: "Under the snow"

"What?"

"Let's exchange email addresses."