Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 71 My Obedient Girlfriend

An art class is not a short time, but fifty minutes is still too much time for sketching.

Most people didn't finish the painting.

If it was just about drawing the face and depicting the body, it would be much simpler.

But the difficulty lies precisely in the fact that Asuka Kousaka is dressed very beautifully. The crescent-shaped earrings hanging on her earlobes and the Prada necklace around her neck all increase the overall difficulty but also silently enhance her charm from another angle.

There were quite a few girls who knew what was going on. They lowered their heads and whispered to each other, and soon the whole class was talking about the brand-name items on Asuka Kousaka.

“This is a rich woman.”

Kitahara sighed and said that if others hadn't explained it to him, he wouldn't have known that there were so many brands of watches, bags, and earrings.

But I just felt a little emotional.

More importantly, I focused on painting.

Takagi finished the outline in the last few minutes before handing in the paper. He turned around and looked at Kitahara with a look of surprise on his face.

good looking.

The figure on the paper is well-controlled in both composition and lighting, and is dignified and full of aura, fully displaying the posture of a mature beauty sitting upright.

Even compared to myself, it's not much different.

There are indeed many geniuses in this world.
"Kitahara! Let's go eat!"

"You go first, I have something to do."

After rejecting Yoshimizu and Hideyoshi's invitation, Kitahara returned to the classroom to savor his previous trance.

Although he was just a newcomer to painting before, he transformed rapidly after receiving the reward. Now he would have no problem working as an assistant to a professional cartoonist.

But isn’t it a pity to use all your painting skills to draw comics?

Kitahara thought about it and went to the swimming club. He had decided to exercise two days ago, but he never had time, so he made up for it now.

Because it was spring, there were not many people practicing. A girl with short hair was standing at the door. There was a teardrop mole under the corner of her eye, and her hands were clasped together elegantly.

"I'm joining the club." Kitahara came up.

“Do you have an application form?”

"No, can I fill it in now?"

The swimming club leader, Saori Ikeda nodded. She had a gentle temperament, giving off the air of a soft older sister. She also had a good figure, with her breasts pressing against her clothes, bulging like a honeydew melon.

Why do the members of the swimming club here have such big breasts?
Kitahara glanced sideways, with a strange look in his eyes.

Logically, in the sport of swimming, the flatter the surface, the more streamlined it should be. But does it really not affect the speed if they are so big?
"The department's practice time is in the afternoon after school, and we have to practice extra if there are competitions." Ikeda Saori said gently, "Do you have a good foundation?"

"No, not even a dog paddle."

"Then you can go to the second team first."

Surprisingly easy to talk to.

"Can I leave early?" he asked.

"In principle, it's not possible, but if we don't let anyone find out," said Saori Ikeda with a smile.

"Fish?"

"If you don't have the ambition to join the first team, theoretically you can."

"Where are you picking up senior?"

"As long as you have the ability, seniors can pick you up."

The senior sister’s bottom line is quite flexible.

Kitahara was very satisfied with the swimming club. "Please give me a copy of the club application."

"Don't you want to take another look?" Ikeda Saori smiled with her eyes narrowed. Perhaps it was because she had big breasts and a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, so her smile had a kind of charm. "Since it involves the three years of high school, you'd better be careful." There are many more clubs in Japan than in China, and it is like a second life for students.

Baseball, kendo, literature, tennis. If you make a name for yourself in any of these, there will be many companies vying for you, and you won’t have to worry about the rest of your life.

Kitahara had discussed clubs with Yoshimizu Yuu earlier, and his thoughts were: "Choosing a club is a skill. It determines whether your high school life will be happy for the next three years. If you have a skill, you will be more likely to thrive here. After all, there are more pigs than cabbages here."

"The swimming club."

After filling out the information, Kitahara felt hungry and sent a message to Qianchuan, asking her where she was.

The reply I received was Tiantai.

"Buy me something to eat, I'm hungry." He sent a message and turned to chat with the senior student.

It was not until my girlfriend called that I said goodbye to my senior.

There aren't many people coming to the school rooftop on normal days, but of course there are some.

Kitahara opened the door and saw several boys sitting in the corner chatting, occasionally looking at the girl leaning against the railing.

Qianchuan wore short socks today, and her long bangs were styled to cover her forehead. Her bright and beautiful eyes were hidden under her bangs. People who didn't know her would only think that she had a somewhat gloomy temperament, like a landmine girl.

However, she has a good figure and her skin is white, even close to cold white skin. Even if you don't look at her eyes, just looking at her face, you can tell that she is a beauty.

Especially the cherry pink lips and the neat teeth under the lips can make people's hearts drift away. In Japan, many girls have bad teeth, which look ugly. There is even a group of people who have a special XP for teeth.

"That's Qianchuan, right? From Class C. I heard he's a delinquent?"

"Go try to strike up a conversation, I feel so dry"

"No, this kind of girl definitely has a boyfriend. It would be troublesome if a boyfriend outside of school came to her."

Kitahara slammed the door shut, and the loud noise startled several boys. Even Qianchuan, who was eating quietly in the distance, was startled, and his clear eyes looked towards the door.

He walked past several people, speaking slowly and calmly: "If you have the time to talk about others, you should mind your own business, idiot."

Several boys fell silent. Kitahara looked a head taller than them, and looked very scary with his cold face and silence. The height of Japanese high schools has been declining in recent years. Kitahara's height of 1.82 meters is already overwhelming. Even if he is placed in Suzuran High School, he can be a small leader.

When Qianchuan saw Kitahara coming, he hurriedly sorted out his things, hid the bread in his hand, and took out the plastic bag that he had prepared long ago.

"What did you buy?"

Beiyuan sat down next to Qianchuan without any hesitation.

"A few bento boxes. I didn't know what you liked, so I bought them all," Qianchuan said in a low voice. She was actually a person who was very afraid of wasting, but she was not sure whether Kitahara would like it, so she had to be extravagant.

"I'll give you money."

"No need." Qianchuan shook his head, his black hair swaying, and a fragrance wafted over.

Kitahara sniffed it. It was the shampoo used in the hotel. She really listened to her opinion.

Qianchuan opened the lunch box and placed it in front of Kitahara, then unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle. She was like a housewife, gentle and virtuous. After everything was arranged, she handed the chopsticks to Kitahara.

"Not in a hurry."

Smelling the girl's orchid-like fragrance, Kitahara was no longer in a hurry to eat. He looked at Senkawa Ryouka Sakura's pink lips and his throat moved.

"I have something better to eat now."

Qianchuan blinked in confusion, not quite understanding what he was saying, and whispered, "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

"You'll know in a moment. Now drink some water and moisten your mouth."

No matter what you do, there must be a sense of ritual.

Qianchuan blinked in confusion, lowered her head and took a sip of oolong tea, but she soon understood what Beiyuan meant.

　I've always been confused about whether it's a bit of a bittersweet love or pure love, but in the end I decided to just combine them. Just touch the edge.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)