Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 25 Feeling confident
"Lift your face up so I can see."

After hearing this, Sayuri Sato felt a little embarrassed and rubbed herself awkwardly before she raised her tearful face.

"Open your mouth."

Kitahara's tone was very gentle, as if he was talking to a child who had not yet reached adulthood.

But Sayuri Sato just fell for it, she just hummed and let out an "ah" obediently.

Her lips were soft, with a fine layer of lipstick on them. It was a very bright color, burning like fire. At first, Beiyuan was attracted by the clever little tongue in her mouth, but later, he stared at her lips without blinking.

As expected of a queen, she has a pair of beautiful lips. Kitahara only took a few glances at her and thought of the infinite uses of this mouth.

Sayuri Sato felt a little embarrassed by being stared at, but because she had lost her anger, her voice became softer, and she spoke as if she was acting coquettishly: "Did you see it?"

"Feel sorry."

Beiyuan came back to his senses and collected his thoughts. "There's no blistering, so it's probably fine. Just remember to eat light food for the next two days."

"But this is all your fault. Can't you show some appreciation?" Sato Sayuri pouted and said aggrievedly.

“I’ve been very busy lately.”

Kitahara plans to go to Shibuya again to try his luck and see if there is anyone who needs a turnaround in life.

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Again.

Sayuri Sato's face, which had been calm, suddenly turned cold after hearing this sentence again.

This scumbag, every time I want to spend more time with him, he suddenly becomes very busy
I don’t know what I’m busy with. Don’t ask, I’m just busy.

"I think you are trying to put me off." Sato Sayuri asked coldly.

"how could be"

Beiyuan noticed that her tone was wrong and said earnestly: "I really have something to do tonight. If you don't believe me, you can call me anytime."

Sayuri Sato said nothing.

A pair of dangerous almond-shaped eyes stared straight at Beiyuan, making his hair stand on end. Then he let go of his hand and said coldly: "I don't have the time for this. If I had this time, I might as well write more lesson plans."

"Mr. Kitahara is such a busy man, I can't afford to be with him."

After saying that, Sayuri Sato sat back at the table and started working silently.

but.

This time, the anger was not that serious. After all, everyone has his own private space. Kitahara had nothing to do with her, and Sato Sayuri had no right to discipline him.

Just sulking.

of course.

There was resentment, but there was also joy. When Sato Sayuri was working, she would always think of the scene just now.

The office was quiet for a while, and Sayuri Sato calmed down and immersed herself in her work.

It's just that this silence seems a little weird
After writing for a while, she looked up at Beiyuan, who had obediently pulled a chair over and sat next to her. When he saw her turn her head, he didn't forget to praise her: "Sister, your handwriting is really beautiful."

".Slippery tongue."

Sayuri Sato pursed her lips, turned her face away and whispered, "It's just the level I've gained from writing so much."

“But it’s a bit difficult for me to write normally.”

"How did you write it?"

"Wait a minute, I'll sit over here."

Kitahara stood up and signaled Sato Sayuri to close her beautiful legs in black stockings with his eyes. Then he sat down beside her with his arms pressed tightly against Sato Sayuri's side breasts. Even through a layer of cloth, he could feel the amazing elasticity inside.

Sato Sayuri subconsciously moved, but the chair was very small, and if she moved she would be out, so she had no choice but to stay still. She whispered, "Why don't you sit further away? What if someone sees us?"

"It's okay, no one will come in now."

Sayuri Sato subconsciously looked at the door. There was no lock on the door. If someone pushed the door open, her teaching career would be over.
strangeness.

It is obviously such a dangerous thing, why am I not anxious but excited instead?
Is it because of his body fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose?

Sayuri Sato stared at Kitahara's profile in a daze, feeling resentful and aggrieved.

This stinky scumbag.
Every time he had a firm grip on her heart.

Kitahara scribbled a few words, which certainly didn't look neat. He turned back and met Sato Sayuri's gaze. The latter also came back to her senses, frowned, and commented, "Your foundation is not solid. Every stroke is not well-implemented."

"Then can you teach me?"

"It's not difficult to teach you."

Sayuri Sato glanced at the clock. There were still a minute or two left before class started. If she really finished, she'd probably miss the second period. She hesitated, "What's your second period class?"

"Is it English?"

"Asuka's class?"

Sato Sayuri thought for a while and decided that since it was her best friend's class, it didn't matter. She could just say hello to her later.

As for whether Kitahara would be delayed in his studies because of this.
With his talent, he won't be able to catch up with the average students in the class even if he works hard for another year, so skipping a class doesn't matter.

However, Sayuri Sato did not look down on Kitahara because of this.

It's remarkable that he was able to keep up with his studies while having both his parents dead and scouting the streets of Shibuya every night for money.
Just as we thought before, if a college student acts as Kun, he will only be looked down upon.

But if a Kun studies hard while performing, that is truly admirable.

She focused: "Listen carefully, first the strokes."

Kitahara listened for a while and understood what she meant. In his heart, he had a higher opinion of Sato Sayuri. Apart from anything else, she did have some teaching ability, her ideas were very clear, and her explanations were easy to understand.

If nothing unexpected happens, the title of senior teacher will probably belong to Sayuri Sato.

"Why are you staring at me?" Seeing him in a daze, Sato Sayuri subconsciously frowned.

What annoys me most is when students daydream during class.

It was Kitahara. If it were someone else, he would have been scolded by now.

"You look good." He said seriously.

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Sayuri Sato was a little angry: "So I talked for a long time, but you didn't listen to a word?"

She likes to hear good words.

But it depends on the occasion.

Sayuri Sato felt that her efforts were in vain.

"I heard it."

"Retell it again."

Kitahara told the whole story, and this time it was Sato Sayuri's turn to be surprised.

This guy actually listened.
"So can I say my sister is pretty now?" Kitahara blinked.

"whatever."

Sayuri Sato blushed a little and felt shy in her heart.

This brat was actually staring at his own face while listening to the class. Is he really that good-looking?

She subconsciously touched it. The makeup she had just put on during lunch break seemed a little faded. Maybe she should find a chance to touch it up again?
No, no.

I was fooled by him.

Now I am still angry!
"It's just talk, I don't think it has much effect." Kitahara said to himself.

"I don't have any calligraphy practice books here."

"No need, the teacher can just hold my hand and teach me how to write, right?"

Beiyuan said naturally, "What better way of teaching is there than experiencing it firsthand?"

Sato Sayuri suddenly said expressionlessly, "You mean you want me to hold your hand and practice calligraphy with you?"

"Is there a problem?" Beiyuan asked naturally.

"It's a big problem. Do you know our identity?"

Sato Sayuri stared at him for a while, then laughed out loud. It turned out that all the preparations were just for this matter.

He doesn't think he can't see it, does he?

Kitahara tilted his head and looked at Sato Sayuri with a smile. Although there was no tea in the room, Sato Sayuri could smell the scent of green tea.

There was a hint of understanding in her eyes.

No.
Kitahara knew he had seen through it.

But he was confident.

Relying on his own preference, he is fearless.
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