If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Speaking of detailed description, I suddenly remembered that when I was writing a novel with my classmates in high school, that partner was good at psychological description, while I liked action and appearance description

This should be related to the character of the person

Chapter 197: Can Super High School Level Detectives Dance in Circles? (Four)

"Wow~ What a beautiful girl!"

"Tch, is there another school idol contender..."

"It's so lucky, our class already has Miura and Yuigahama, and now there's another beautiful girl!"

"Yeah, yeah! I feel even prettier than Yumiko!"

"Sho Tobe, don't leave during lunch break!"

"Ah! Yumiko, I didn't say anything just now!"

"Speaking of which, do you think that this Mohara classmate looks a bit like Hiratsuka-sensei, it's all so..."

"Secondary!"

"That's right, are they relatives, so they come here at this time?"

On the podium, Wuqie put the chalk into the chalk slot, then lightly brushed his hands, turned around and looked at the students in the audience with scrutiny, as if she was the head teacher of this class.

"The most original and the last one, please give me more advice."

The tender tongue flicked in the mouth, and the short syllables and the pauses between the syllables seemed to have a peculiar rhythm, which gradually calmed down the commotion in the class.

Hiratsuka put her hands in the pockets of her white coat and looked at the layout of the classroom, while thinking about how this self-introduction really looks like an old lady back then, she said to Kyosuke, "Takasaka, you move a set of tables and chairs from the back and put them next to you. "

"Oh." Kyosuke replied weakly, rubbing his eyes and standing up while supporting the table.

He was so sleepy that he was in a trance.Yesterday—or to be more accurate today—it was already one o'clock in the morning when I went to the convenience store to buy supper, and it was two o'clock when I turned off the light after eating supper and lay on the floor with Yukino, and then the two chatted A few 10 minutes a day.

Kyosuke felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and his spirit was listless.

I still remember opening my eyes after being woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, and dazedly realizing that it was Yukino's beautiful sleeping face that occupied my entire field of vision, which made Kyosuke spend several seconds to confirm his state :

[-]. I am lying on my side now, and the mattress under my arms still feels hard. It should be the floor.

[-]. I can feel a very soft warm and humid air flow slowly spraying on my lips rhythmically. It is probably the breathing of the person in front of me. It has a faint smell, like the strawberry cake last night mixed with the secretions from some girls' mouths and throats, and slowly oozes out together. I subconsciously want to taste it.

[-]. The super close pretty face in front of her was a little hazy covered by the sun, her white eyelids were closed, and her slender eyelashes were trembling a little, probably because she was about to be woken up by the alarm clock, and it seemed that Yukinoshita was right.

[-]. The pink and tender tongue protruding from the thin lips is shaking from side to side and licking her own lips. It is estimated that her lips are dry after chatting for too long last night.Thinking of this, my lips were a little dry, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it... ah!Spit on her tongue!The little foam on the pink tongue is so conspicuous... ah!Her tongue was drawn back...the grain of spit burst...

[-]. Wait a minute, I feel like something is pressing on my crotch. It’s not very heavy. It feels like something hard with a soft cushion. What is it? Touch it... It's so slippery, is this layer of cushioning made of silk... No, although it's not that hot, it's actually warm... Squeeze...

"Ugh... what are you doing..."

A cute cat purring sound rolled out of Yukino's throat, and at the same time, Kyosuke felt the weight on his crotch go down.

Uh... it's her legs...

Kyosuke came back to his senses, turned over with difficulty and turned off the alarm, and quietly got up from the floor.

My head was dizzy, my eyes were golden, and it took me a long time to react.

Xue Nai was still curled up on the floor like a kitten, her long hair was scattered like Medusa's snake hair, and even spread out of the mattress.

A pair of smooth little feet stretched out of the towel, and the pearl-like thumbs hooked gently.

... She doesn't go to school anyway, so I won't call her.

Kyosuke washes up carefully, goes back to his room and puts on his school uniform, trying not to make any noise.

In the end, she bent down and put a note beside Xue Nai's pillow, which said what meals were in the refrigerator, which could be eaten for breakfast, and where they were placed.

After putting the note away to make sure it wouldn't be pressed by the pillow and Yukino couldn't find it, Kyosuke looked at Yukino's weak sleeping face again, and found that when her own shadow covered her face to block the sun, she wrinkled slightly The slightly tensed expression on the brows slowly relaxed.

Is the sun too harsh?

Kyosuke stretched his knees and planned to close the curtain before leaving.

"...Kyosuke." A slightly inarticulate call sounded.

Kyosuke put his hands on his knees and looked at the girl in front of him, but the girl's eyes were still closed and motionless, which made him a little uncertain whether the words just now were talking in sleep or sober, or he was hallucinating?

So he whispered: "...what's the matter?"

"Oh...it's nothing, I just wanted to call you..." Xue Nai still closed her eyes.

"Oh...then I'll go first, you sleep a little longer, Yukino."

"Um……"

Glancing again at the girl who had fallen asleep in silence, Kyosuke got up and walked towards the entrance without pulling the curtains.

Because he knew that Xue Nai's frowning and tenseness to relaxation has nothing to do with whether the curtains are drawn or whether there is light or shadow.

But he was powerless.

Returning to this time, in the classroom, Kyosuke was sitting in the last row of the wall next to the door, and there was no one beside him. Kyosuke had already guessed that Mr. Hiratsuka would let Kirikiri sit here.

When Kyosuke moved the extra set of desks and chairs to the back of the classroom, the handsome Jing Keai still put his hands in his pockets and said to Wuqie: "Moyuan, if you have any questions about campus life that you don't understand, go directly to Kosaka That's enough, don't look at him looking like this, it's still reliable to do things."

Jing Jie turned around and glared at the unscrupulous female teacher, but he didn't refute. He rarely looked in the mirror in the morning and thought he had seen a ghost.