At noon, Kyoko Shiratori mysteriously took out a notebook from her schoolbag and whispered, "Izumi-kun, do you want to read it?"
Izumi Toru was a little surprised to see her being so sneaky.
"What's this?"
Although there was no one around, the girl carefully observed it for a while before replying: "Yes, that...comic..."
comics?
Can't be seen by others?
Could it be!!!
Izumi Tetsu's vision suddenly became strange.
Unexpectedly, a classmate as pure as Shiratori would also start to dabble in these depraved forbidden areas?
However, it seems that all otaku girls will awaken to this hobby.
I like to watch the relationship between boys...
But why did she recommend this to me?
Do you want to make yourself...
Izumi Toru shivered all over.
He subconsciously wanted to refuse.
But seeing the uneasiness in the girl's eyes, he hesitated.
I finally have a homely friend, is it really okay to dampen her enthusiasm like this?
Seeing her so nervous, she must have taken a lot of courage, right?
Read it first, and then tell her tactfully that you don’t like this kind of work.
Thinking of this, Izumi Toru stretched out his hand.
"Let me see."
Hearing this, Kyoko Shiratori hid the comic behind her back with some fear, and then asked: "Then, um... you won't blame me...
Blame?
It turns out that Shiratori-san also knows that I can’t watch this kind of comics, okay?
Even so, you still want me to watch it.
This shows that this work is definitely a masterpiece!
This only strengthened Izumi Toru's determination to see it.
"Don't worry, I won't blame you, just give it to me."
Shiratori Kyoko hesitated for a while and then handed the notebook to him.
The girl's index fingers were tangled together, and she looked at Izumi Tetsu nervously.
Izumi Toru looked at the cover.
A handsome guy with long hair and two buttons of his white shirt undone takes up most of the cover. The rest is filled with portraits of other handsome guys with cool hairstyles.
He was sure.
Definitely a fu manga.
And it’s not a printed product, it’s a limited edition hand-painted by the artist!
After silently reciting "I like girls" several times, Izumi Toru opened the manga.
First page.
The picture shows the tram roof, pull tab and dialog box.
【Uh ah ah ah!】
[I might as well steal the inner treasure too!]
Seeing this conversation, Izumi Toru raised his eyebrows.
Is it so exciting?
He continued to look down.
【What should I do if this guy disobeys me? Akutsu!】
Akutsu?
So familiar.
Look further down.
A handsome boy with short hair in a pure black school uniform fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face. Standing next to him were a bunch of men wearing the same school uniform.
【Wait!】
A man wearing sunglasses appeared.
The sense of déjà vu is getting stronger and stronger.
Izumi Toru turned to the next page.
The man in sunglasses sits elegantly on the seat of the tram.
[If you lay a finger on that kid again, he will be shot to death. When it comes to fighting, I am very good]
Looking at the comics about handsome guys, Izumi Toru was silent for a long time.
This is not a fu-manga at all, it’s just [Hot-Blooded High School] where all the characters are handsome.
Shiratori Kyoko looked at Izumi Toru's changing expression uneasily.
Oops! The painting is really bad, I must have let Izumi-san down...
If I had known earlier, I should have waited until my painting was better before I started writing.
Maybe Ozawa-san said that he was good at painting, but he was actually just comforting himself.
She lowered her head in despair.
Boom!
Izumi Toru knocked Shiratori Kyoko on the forehead.
"It hurts!" the girl cried, covering her forehead.
"Shiratori-san."
Listening to the flatness in Izumi Toru's tone, she shrank her neck.
"exist!"
"Next time, don't do anything that makes people misunderstand."
Kyoko Shiratori thought she would be scolded for her poor painting, but she heard this sentence.
She blinked, a little confused.
"Eh?!"
"However, the painting is good. Great!" Izumi Toru gave her a thumbs up.
If it were aimed at boys, perhaps it would be a little uncomfortable to read a comic about a handsome guy who only has the features of a woman, but his original purpose was to fall in love with a stupid woman like Asatsuki Qianna.
Although Asatsuki China's orientation is a bit special, she would probably be happier seeing a handsome guy.
After all, it's eye-catching.
When Kyoko Shiratori heard Izumi Toru's praise, her face turned red with excitement.
She held Izumi Toru's hand and asked: "Really? Is the painting really good? You won't lie to me, will you?!"
“The painting is indeed very good!”
"Oh hey hey..."
Shiratori Kyoko showed a proud smile, her face was as soft and beautiful as Yamato Nadeshiko's, and she also looked a little naive.
"I said, Shiratori-san."
"What's the matter? Izumi-kun."
Izumi Toru looked at the hand still held in her palm and shook his head: "No, it's nothing."
When people are happy, try not to be reminded of irrelevant things.
This is not because the girl's little hands are too soft and tender and she is reluctant to let go.
Absolutely not!
Following his gaze, Shiratori Kyoko lowered her head, blinked, and then blinked.
"Ah, hug, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! That, I, that... no, no... it's not like that..." The girl blushed, waved her hands, and panicked
Try your best to explain without hesitation.
"It's okay, it's okay," Izumi Toru waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I didn't think about anything..."
"Huh-" She took a long breath, then patted her swollen chest, "That's good."
"I just think that Shiratori-san must be helplessly in love with me."
"Eh? Eh? Eh!!!"
Izumi Toru flipped up his bangs and said in a serious tone: "My damn charm has nowhere to put it."
Shiratori Kyoko looked at him for a while, then suddenly covered her mouth and burst out laughing.
"What! Izumi-san, you are too narcissistic!"
"Please say that's confidence, thank you."
"It's just narcissism!"
"Then, let's give it a try!"
"Huh?" Shiratori Kyoko tilted her head, a little confused.
Izumi Toru stood up, pulled the stool back, then sat on it, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Let's play a game to test my charm."
For some reason, Shiratori Kyoko suddenly felt flustered.
She swallowed her saliva and asked, "Yes, how can I prove it?"
"It is said that if you look at each other for ten seconds, your heart will beat faster," Izumi Toru said, standing with his hands crossed on her desk and supporting his chin, "Try it, for ten seconds, will your heart beat faster? If not, then I will
How about admitting that I am narcissistic?"
"Just try it, you won't be tempted!"
Kyoko Shiratori immediately followed Izumi Toru's example and placed her hands on her chin.
At this moment, she pursed her lips tightly, thinking in her heart that it must last more than ten seconds.
The two people's faces were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
...
Plop!
Plop!
Plop!
The girl stared blankly at the young man's bright eyes, her heart beating faster and faster uncontrollably.
Snap!
The wind outside the window blew the pencils on the table to the ground.
Izumi Toru blinked.
Shiratori Kyoko suddenly pointed at Izumi Toru's eyes and shouted: "Izumi-kun! You lose! Your eyes blinked first! You lose!"
"Obviously that's not the rule, okay!"
Izumi Tetsu rolled his eyes at her angrily, lowered his head and picked up the pencil that fell on the ground.
"But you just blinked first..." the girl muttered.
"Okay, okay. I lost, okay."
Izumi Toru put the pencil on her desk, turned around, and sat back.
The two of them wisely did not mention the game just now, and naturally they would not say the well-known fact that "time has passed for an unknown number of ten seconds".
Kyoko Shiratori buried her hot face in her arms and lay on the table pretending to sleep.
Mother.
I……
My heart is so excited.×2
Izumi Tetsu frowned.
He recalled the seductive breath and beautiful eyes of Shiratori Kyoko on his face just now, as well as his uncontrollable and slightly accelerated breathing and heartbeat.