Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 27 Who is it?
"No, I just thought it would be fun, that's all," Kitahara explained.

"is it?"

Sayuri Sato cast a suspicious look at her and sneered in her heart.

Editing again.

"Isn't this a common scene in movies? A female boss and a male subordinate doing something in the office."

"Movie."

Sayuri Sato was stunned for a moment, and didn't react to what he meant at first. After a while, her face suddenly turned red and she glared at him:
"That's all you have on your mind."

"Actually, there are many other things, but it depends on whether the teacher is willing to understand my heart." Beiyuan put down the teacup, moistened his lips, and felt much better.

The air down there isn't very good.

The room was heated and already very murky, and with the scent of Sayuri Sato's perfume and sweat intertwined together, it created a unique smell.

"Get out, you little pervert." Sato Sayuri rolled her eyes.

"immediately."

Kitahara took a few more tissues and sniffed his body, worried that he would be stained with Sato Sayuri's perfume.

The next section is sports, which is hard to explain if someone smells it.

His concerns were correct.

The fragrance from the female teacher naturally flowed onto his body. Although he wasn't sure if others could smell it, it was obvious that something was wrong when a boy had the fragrance on him.

"Do you have any air freshener?"

"Is that you, Kitahara-san, the name you call your teacher?"

Light words came from behind. Kitahara turned around and saw Sato Sayuri with a mischievous smile.

Obviously, she had seen through Kitahara's problem.

"My dear Mr. Sato, is there any solution?" Kitahara was helpless and could only ask.

"Yes, come here."

Sayuri Sato hooked her finger, and Kitahara moved closer and whispered in her ear, "Where you put your hand just now, you can smell it."

Kitahara lowered his head and saw that Sayuri Sato had already taken off her high heels.

Tightly wrapped in stockings is a pair of jade feet.

She has beautiful legs and white feet.

But in terms of smell, it's really not that pleasant.

"Are you insulting me?" Kitahara was very angry.

"insult?"

Sayuri Sato sneered, "Weren't you touching me passionately just now? How come it's become an insult now?"

She lifted up her long legs wrapped in black stockings, gently curled her toes, and touched Kitahara's legs.

Then she slowly and continuously moved her position until she reached the palm of his hand, then she stopped moving and continued to caress. Sayuri Sato licked her beautiful lips and smiled without saying a word.

Kitahara held her feet, and his first reaction was that they were very warm.

Then it stinks.

"."

The heater was on in the room, which made her sweat easily. She was also wearing thick black stockings, which made it easy for her to smell.

"Stop making trouble and give me the air freshener." Beiyuan lowered his voice and said slowly, "Good sister, please."

"Try it, and I'll give it to you."

Sato Sayuri's tone was lazy. At this moment, she was actually much more relaxed and not afraid of someone breaking in.

Big deal.

Take the blame for individual punishment of students.

"I'm not kidding." Beiyuan's eyes turned a little unfriendly.

This woman would rub her nose in the face if she was treated nicely.
If it weren't for Sayuri Sato's "Master-Level Mandarin Mastery" and the fact that she was actually quite a decent person (except for Voldemort), I would have ignored her long ago.
"I'm not kidding." Sato Sayuri smiled.

Since the incident didn't happen to her, she was naturally not worried, and even had the leisure to watch the excitement in Beiyuan.

Kitahara silently raised his middle finger, opened the door and walked out.

After walking out the door, he began to savor the warmth again.

Then he sniffed subconsciously.

"."

Everything on TV is fake and doesn't smell good at all.

Who is having a foot fetish?

In the boys' locker room, Kitahara sniffed the smell of stinky socks in the air and felt much more at ease.

Just right.

The next class is physical education, and no one will suspect how long I stay here.

Kitahara sat here for a while and looked out the window. The weather was still very cold. It rained from time to time in Tokyo, sometimes not heavily, sometimes heavily. It was unpredictable.

His plan for the evening was to go to Shibuya like a shrine maiden and wait for the right person to come.

However, considering that the weather forecast said it would rain heavily in the evening, Kitahara had to give up this idea. He went to see his old class teacher, gave him some gifts, and then went home to sleep. He went home very late at night these few days and his mental state was not very good.

Kitahara waited until the bell rang for physical education class before walking out of the locker room.

He sniffed the scent on his body.

Although it still smells a bit, it is understandable. Even if someone laughs at him for wearing perfume, it doesn't matter.

Outside the corridor, the weather was gray.

Physical education was held indoors. Beiyuan found a corner and watched them warm up before moving on to their own activities. He yawned, sleepiness washing over him. This belated feeling of fatigue finally washed over him as his body relaxed.

The conversations with Chikawa and Sayuri Sato were somewhat exhausting.

The rain started to fall. Beiyuan listened to the sound of the rain, his head shaking, and soon he fell asleep leaning against the wall.

When she woke up, Takagi Akane was sitting next to her, her hands around her knees, revealing her snow-white calves, staring at the boys playing basketball in the distance. Hearing Kitahara's irregular breathing, she turned her head and happened to meet his confused gaze.

Our eyes met, and there was an indescribable silence.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Twenty minutes, are you still sleepy?" Takagi asked softly.

"Kind of."

"Then sleep a little longer. I'll call you after class." Takagi blinked his clear eyes.

Kitahara nodded, but did not close his eyes. He felt much more energetic after waking up. He propped up his head and watched others play basketball with Takagi.

While watching, he introduced it to Takagi.

"The tall, older-looking one is a good man and a great friend."

"he is."

"Yoshimizu Yuu, I know someone besides Toyohara Hideyoshi."

Akane Takagi nodded, "Should I get to know them?"

"If you think he's a good person, get to know him." Kitahara thought for a moment. "Although sometimes I think it's great that you only have me as a friend, I still hope you can get to know more people during your three years of high school."

"Do you think so?" Akane Takagi lowered her head and her voice was a little soft.

If Kitahara looked at her, he would probably see a slight blush.

"People can't be too selfish, care is mutual," Kitahara explained.

"Just like you care about whether I come home late, I also care about whether you've made any new friends. Although it's a little early to say this, and high school has only started for two days, when it comes to friends, the quicker you go, the worse it gets."

"It's okay." Takagi Akane raised the corner of her lips, "No matter what, there's a guarantee."

"I didn't instigate you to think this way." Kitahara was speechless for a moment, but it was not his turn to preach about this matter.

'boom! '

The ball landed in the pocket, and there was a cheerful sound. Takagi narrowed his eyes, pulled Kitahara's clothes and said, "Your friend scored a goal."

"Uh-huh."

"He's so awesome."

Although he didn't understand what they were so happy about, Kitahara still echoed a few times. Occasionally, when a goal was scored, the two would look at each other and smile.

She watched until the get out of class was over, then Akane Takagi straightened her sweatpants and walked away quickly.

Kitahara glanced at her and felt a little relaxed. Unlike other girls, when he was with Takagi, he didn't need to think too much. If he had anything he wanted to say, he could just say it directly.

If you have any hobbies you like, you can introduce them to her.

She and Kitahara are equal in status.

Equality also means respecting her and considering what she is thinking.

Kitahara glanced at the favorability rating.

【Akane Takagi】

【Favourability: 65】

It's neither too high nor too low, a good range without any strange emotions mixed in.

He cherishes Takagi as a friend.

I returned to the classroom and bumped into Yoshimizu Yuu, who pulled me to drink a few sips of tap water.
"Hey."

"explain."

"Why do I see Takagi-san sitting with you?"

Several boys cast their eyes over.

"Yes, she is already my girlfriend." Kitahara said naturally.

"Boasting, I must have seen it wrong."

Several people withdrew their gaze.

Boys are like this. If they hesitate, it would be suspicious, but if Kitahara talks nonsense so seriously, it is definitely nonsense.

"What about Sakura?"

"Who?"

"Sakura, Sakura Reina." Yoshimizu Yuu whispered, "You dragged her out yesterday, and everyone saw it clearly."

"Oh"

Kitahara then remembered that among his many interpersonal relationships, there was one person he had forgotten in the corner.

Sakura Reina.

Patients with narcissistic personality disorder.

After being taught a lesson by himself yesterday, he has temporarily calmed down, but Beiyuan also knows that this is only temporary. Once he reveals his weakness, the other party will show his fangs. Like a dog, he has a strong sense of superiors and subordinates.

"We are just classmates."

Kitahara glanced at his phone.

Having said that, it still needs to be disciplined occasionally, otherwise it will bite its owner.

He sent a message to Sakura Reina.

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