Push the door in, the metal grip is not so cool.

Inside the house, on the inside, Jiukong Shaoai sat on the outer edge of two layers of thick dark green protective pads, facing the door, on both sides were large metal basketball boxes, and the light path shining in from the small window behind her passed through the top of her head and bangs on both sides, which looked a little unreal.

The path leading to the girl's body is a little empty, which is different from the scene when Fujiwara Suke came here to carry equipment during the previous physical education class, although it is a necessary passage to store miscellaneous items at a distance in front of the gate, but there are always scattered some sundries such as footballs, table tennis balls, or baseballs that have not had time or accidentally fallen, and it is a little strange that they are so clean now.

Noticing Fujiwara coming in, the girl raised her head to eat slightly, and the hanging chopsticks stopped.

Most of the food in the lunch box on the girl's lap was left, and it should have just started to move.

When I arrived outside the door just now, Fujiwara Suke looked at the electronic watch on his left wrist, it was twelve fifty-two, because although this part of the playground does not need to go upstairs, but the distance is far, and it is normal to arrive at the rooftop about two minutes later.

Combined with the short wait outside the door just now, the time is about 12:53 about a minute back.

The reason why Fujiwara doesn't look at his watch now is because the girl is looking at him, and he looks at the girl in return.

According to the speed of her meal, the girl should have just finished the vegetables and meat in the front part of the toilet by now, leaving only half a piece of rice in the large box at the back.

Presumably, this neatly arranged sports equipment should have her share of credit in it.

I don't know why the girl deliberately emptied the ground, but Fujiwara doesn't care, anyway, it won't be that she has a strange mind like in a serious comic, and is ready to spread out the protective mat and pose on it to give him benefits.

Thinking, the girl didn't speak, and he didn't open either.

After a while, Jiukong Shaoai finally took his eyes off him and continued to eat his lunch.

Fujiwara suke just stood, waiting for her.

"What's the matter with changing locations?"

After about five minutes, Fujiwara didn't speak until the girl had put the rearranged bento on the ground on one side.

But the girl did not answer his question, but went down to the window and lifted the upper protective mat that had just sat on her.

"Poof."

The upper protective mat, which had been erected by the Nine Skies Shake Ai, fell on the tile floor of the empty passage in front of Fujiwara, stirring up a burst of dust that could be seen in the path of light.

"Hey!?"

Fujiwara was so flustered that he didn't even reach out to cover the dust he was raised.

He didn't expect the girl to do the same thing as he had imagined in his mind just now.

If so, isn't it going too fast? Obviously, the favorability is less than 50.

"Slave King."

In Fujiwara's cranky state, the girl's voice suddenly came from in front of him.

The girl was holding her right hand up to him in a handshake gesture.

"No, it should be."

The girl muttered to herself, and lowered the back of her hand again, with autumn waves in her beautiful eyes: "Puppy slave Jun, do you want to lick the master's hand?" ”

Fujiwara did not answer, but lowered his head and walked towards the girl.

But not to lick her hands.

Walked to the protective mat that was not close and not far away, took off his shoes, stepped on it, walked to the body of Jiukong Shaoai on another protective mat, and stretched out his right hand to hold her palm.

Much smaller than his palm, able to hold a full circle, or due to body temperature, it has an alternative softness that is different from erasers.

Of course, it's not that I want to take advantage of the girl.,But because of the point system.,I want to have physical contact with Jiukong Shaoai as much as possible.。

Contact with the Nine Sky Shake Love a hundred times to get a disposable point, and if you have points, you can add it to judo, he doesn't want to be trampled under the feet of the Nine Sky Shake Love for three years in high school.

Sure enough, the voice of the system came to my ears; "Contact +1".

The improvement in strength became clear, and Fujiwarasuke's mood became good.

"If it was a normal friend with Jiukong Shaoai, I would still be very happy."

He looked at the girl and said with a smile.

The girl's face was also returned with a kind smile.

But the next moment, a twist suddenly came out of the hand held by Fujiwarasuke, and the wrist joint was twisted and painful, the kind of pain that could not be resisted.

This made him subconsciously want to push his hand to the girl's side, to offset the pain of the wrong joint, but unexpectedly, the girl grabbed his wrist and pulled it to his side.

The action seems to be seen through.

Fujiwara was suddenly unstable in the lower game, but he managed to increase the judo plus point to 5, and his muscle memory was already worthy of the middle level of judo.

He shouted in his heart that his judo skills were working, and at the same time looked nervously down at the same time, but in the next moment, the weightlessness in his upper body was suddenly offset by the stability transmitted from his lower body.

Sure enough, his legs automatically tied up and forcibly regained his lost center of gravity.

"Judging by the strength of your first resistance, there is absolutely no way to resist falling down just now, and you will fall badly. But now it's only been a little over a week, and as I thought, you have an amazing talent for physical arts. ”

Listening to the girl's words, Fujiwara Suke instantly understood, he raised his head, with a little anger: "If you want to have a physical battle, just explain it to me openly, why use this method." ”

"Isn't this to test the slave king?"

The next moment, Fujiwara suke lost his center of gravity again, the restraint from the girl on his wrist had disappeared, and his gaze was still fixed on Jiukong shaking his eyes, but the distance became distant.

He collapsed on the sports mat anyway.

"It's strong, but it's still weak."

There was only a faint smile in the girl's good-looking eyes.

It seems that for this slave Fujiwara Suke, who has always been a weakling, there is no sense of accomplishment in defeating.

It's this kind of completely indifferent behavior that makes people off-putting.

"Make no mistake about it!"

Fujiwara suke stared at the girl's eyes.

"Even if I know it's a loss, I'm going to do my best to lose!"

He stretched his legs and sandwiched the black silk legs under the skirt of the girl JK not far away, and performed the joint technique in judo.

It would be nice to knock the girl down once too, if only she could pay attention to it.

But things don't always work out as planned.

The girl dodged his attack with only a small stride behind her back, and it was as easy as a leisurely pace in the park.