My current location is in the lobby of the sports dormitory building of Hikaraka High School.

Before I start talking about what happened to me now, I would like to ask you if you know the criminal law of "kneeling on the washboard"? … Well, I should ask you have ever experienced the criminal law of "kneeling on the washboard"? The intimate contact between the uneven step-like ridge and the knee, coupled with the tenderness caused by gravity, came from the knee in bursts, and no matter how many times you came, it made people want to cry without tears.

But if I had to sum it up, it would be "I experienced it for myself, and it worked very well." Hahaha, of course, the effect means that it won't be done twice. So if you're lucky enough to get this experience in the future, I highly recommend that you bring knee pads!

And why did I suddenly bring up this topic? The reason is simple, because I am now on my knees on the washboard and punished. As for the reason, it is because of the two major crimes of "sleeping for no reason and not returning at night" last night.

Even though my knees hurt right now, and the sight of every student passing by the hall felt like a pinprick had been pricked, what really made me break out in a cold sweat was Miss Misaeda standing in front of me, smiling and looking down at me with a broom in hand.

Although Haruhara told me to be mentally prepared when I come back, this is obviously not a good thing to prepare for, right?! Not only do you have to endure physical pain, but you also have to endure psychological suffering, and it is complete hell!

"Did Izumi do any serious introspection?"

"Uh-huh!" (nods)

"Will you do it again next time?"

"Mmmmmm (shakes his head)

"Really?"

"Uh-huh!" (nods)

In the face of the pressure that Miss Misako is now exuding, I am like a timid puppy who has been shrinking her neck, and I only have two actions, nodding and shaking my head, and I don't dare to say a word of superfluous nonsense.

"So," Miss Misako crouched down and gently reached out a hand and patted me on the shoulder, "please don't do it again next time." ”

"Yes, yes!"

"Very well, let's go back to the dormitory."

"Yes!"

I hurriedly lifted my knees off the washboard and stood up while rubbing my knees. But then again, kneeling on the washboard for so long is really not an ordinary pain, I wonder if there are any bruises on the knee? So, while thinking like this, I was about to limp back to the dormitory, but I didn't have to take a few steps when I was stopped by Miss Misako behind me.

"Wait a minute!"

With these words, Miss Misako's figure disappeared into the administrator's room at once, but after a while, she walked out, handed me a bottle, and said apologetically.

"This is a stasis medicine, rub it on your knees when you go back, otherwise you will only have to go to school with a limp tomorrow."

"Ah, thank you."

Although I don't know if it's a compliment, Miss Misaeda is still Miss Misaeda.

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"Yo, I'm back."

"It looks like I've been cleaned up hard."

When I returned to my dormitory, I saw Okazaki lying on my bed reading manga and Haruhara lying listless on the table.

"Why are you here?"

Having said that, these two guys are really arrogant, they actually ran in while I was away, and they still greeted me as masters.

"Well, don't mind this kind of trivial matter~" Okazaki lay on the bed and yawned profusely, then picked up the manga he had finished reading and asked me, "Izumi, did you buy the next volume?" ”

"Ah, bought... Wait a minute! Is that the point?! Holding back the anger that was about to explode, I walked in briskly and sat down at the table, "Don't you have anything else to say?" ”

"Ahh So," Okazaki clapped his hands as if he had thought of something, and said, "Izumi, go and pour me a glass of water." ”

"Why am I going to pour you water?"

"I'm a guest, after all."

"It's the first time I've seen such an arrogant guest." Pressing my forehead, I let out a relinquished sigh, looked up at Okazaki and asked, "Then again, what happened?" ”

"Ah, that's it." Okazaki also knew what I was referring to and gave me a thumbs up, "Please look forward to the wedding day." ”

"Then wait until that day."

"Oh! And one more question, how about the "washboard"? ”

"What pot are you not opening and mentioning?" I glared at Okazaki in disbelief, then took out the potion that Miss Misae gave me, dipped some in a tissue and applied it to my knee, "But Miss Misako is really gentle, and gave me the potion back." ”

"Huh?!" Hearing my words, a spirited spirit in Haruha sat up, "Really? ”

"Well, just this bottle in my hand."

"Ha~ Quan's luck is so good, why don't I have this treatment?"

"It's called a gap," Okazaki said calmly, turning the page and in a rather boring tone, "as long as you don't cause trouble for Misae." ”

"How dare you say it!"

Although it is noisy, the relationship between these two guys is really good. But how to say it, this guy Okazaki...

“…”

"What's wrong?" Finding my gaze, Okazaki turned his head in confusion, "Keep staring at me." ”

"Did something happen?"

"Huh?"

"Your face is a little heavy."

I've seen Okazaki look relaxed since I came back, but what do you say? I felt a sense of disobedience from him, as if he was pretending to be forced.

"You're delusional."

"But as Izumi said, you looked absent-minded from the beginning."

Holding his chin, Haruhara, echoed my words.

"Oh~ Has the stupid been upgraded to even now?"

"Just say the same thing, and I'll be positioned as a stupid person by you?!"

"Uh, what?"

Okazaki pointed at us and said something rather rude, but compared to me, the Haruhara guy didn't seem to realize the fact that we were called "stupid".

"Oh~ It's all this time," Okazaki sat up from the bed at once, picked up the coat he threw beside the bed and walked out the door, "Then I'll go first." ”

"Now?"

"Ah, it's not too early after all."

You're really good at picking a time to run away, maybe your level of changing the subject is lower than me, right? Does that guy really think we can't see anything? At least a little bit of disobedience can still be felt.

With the sound of the door closing, I held my chin and smiled helplessly at Haruhara on the other side.

"Okazaki might be stupid, right?"

"Ah, that's it."

"So what to do?"

"You can't do anything," picking up the manga that Okazaki threw on the bed, Haruhara looked at it with a smile, "Oh oh~ It turns out that the plot here is like this! ”

“… The principle of non-interference? Hearing Haruhara's words, staring at the clock hanging on the wall, I held my chin and muttered, "Yes, indeed." ”