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Let yourself go...

The charming thoughts that she had finally suppressed were brought out again by her words.

Bing Tengba tried his best not to pay attention to the images flashing in his mind. He squeezed his legs tightly together and said to him with shame and annoyance:

"Teacher Banmeng, I told you, he and I..."

Patting her shoulder, Banjian Hutao leaned against her face that was starting to turn red and hot, and said with a smile:

"Then you really have no idea?"

"I……"

Her mind is now filled with things inappropriate for children. How can she confidently reject her?

Seeing her troubled pretty face, Banjian Hutao walked a little faster and waved to her:

"Anyway, seize the opportunity."

"Oh, by the way, I have to teach the children, so I'll leave it to you to scrap the things in the studio."

"Goodbye~"

After Banhen Hutao left, no one made fun of her anymore. Logically speaking, her charming thoughts should gradually weaken.

how……

Her body felt like it was on fire, and it was so hot that her head became dizzy.

Bing Tengba continued to take deep breaths, crossed his legs, and walked in small steps towards the abandoned painting studio that Banhe Hutao said.

squeak--

Pushing open the door of the studio, the smell of dried oil paints and the musty smell of slightly damp cardboard boxes made Bing Tengba subconsciously fan his nose.

After briefly taking a look at the surrounding environment, Bing Tengba closed the door, walked up to the window, and opened it for ventilation.

The gentle coolness made Bing Tengba, who was about to faint from the heat, let out a sigh of relief.

After leaning against the window and enjoying the cool breeze for a while, Bing Tengba began to look for the unused paint bucket that Banhe Hutao had mentioned.

The studio is not small, almost like a classroom.

And because a small door and a wall divided the studio into two rooms, things were kept messy and messy.

By the time Bing Tengba found what Banhe Hutao was talking about, the school bell had been ringing for three or four minutes.

When Bing Tengba was holding the small bucket he had just found, he was complaining to her in a low voice.

The voice that had been torturing her sounded again.

"Is this the place Tao Zi mentioned?"

The unexpected sound made Bing Tengba tremble all over, and subconsciously stopped leaving.

Then she felt that she had no reason to be afraid. Just as she was about to take a step out of the small room, she heard a somewhat familiar female voice.

"It should be here...the abandoned painting studio on the edge of the fourth floor."

It seemed like... the voice of Murasaki Miyazuka?

If they don't go to eat at noon, what are they doing here?

The doubts in Bing Tengba's heart could not stop them from entering the studio.

"Go in and have a look."

"Ah."

squeak--

After the studio door opened and closed, the female voice sounded again.

"It's cleaner here than I thought. I thought the ground here was full of dust."

"No matter what, Taozi wouldn't find a place like that. After finishing, she would be covered in dust. How could she go out to meet people..."

"makes sense."

Finished?What's the meaning?

Because she is extremely sensitive to sight, she has hated men since she was a child, so naturally she has never had a boyfriend.

So she didn't think that way at the first time.

Next, the conversation between the two made her understand what they were here for.

"Eh? Xia Hua..."

"Do you still want to wait for Tao Zi to come over?"

"Hehe~ I didn't want to see how long Xia Hua could suppress it, but the result... was disappointing."

"Well, you, you are really a bad person."

"Xia Hua doesn't like how bad I am~"

"……ear……"

"Xia Hua's expression is still as happy as ever~"

Slowly squatting down with her delicate body, Bing Tengba's white and delicate palms unconsciously covered the pale pink lips with white hair, and his pupils trembled to listen to the movement next door.

They...how could they...

Like a flint setting fire next to dry wood.

The shuddering curls in her ears were like sparks from friction, which instantly ignited Bing Tengba's still-warm body and melted her sanity, which was not sober to begin with.

Recalling Sasaki's arm tightly hugging his waist not long ago, thinking of the temperature on his body... and the sound now... Houtengba breathed out a burning breath and raised his pretty face covered with blush.

Chapter 2 Why?

In the abandoned painting room on the edge of the fourth floor of Teaching Building No. [-], the gentle voices of a man and two women passed through the wall, rustling in the ears of the dizzy Bing Tengba.

"Hey, where are you looking? We...if you don't like it, Taozi and I..."

"Hey, no... look elsewhere, change your attention..."

"I feel like I'm with Zhi Bing..."

"Sigh~ What are you talking about..."

"I didn't say anything... This studio is too small, stuffy, and crowded. It's so hot. It's hard not to distract myself..."

"You are the only one who has many things to do~"

……

In the corner of the inconspicuous shelf next door, Bing Tengba Feng's round and long black stocking legs were tightly joined together, leaning against the cold wall in a duck-sitting posture.

The cool feeling on the wall conveyed to Bing Tengba, like a small boat in the strong wind and waves, carrying her remaining sanity.

In the torture of clenching his silver teeth, Bing Tengba, who didn't know how much time had passed, finally heard the only serious words they said.

"It's almost time, let's go."

Although there was still more than half an hour before class, they arrived in such a hurry that they didn't even eat lunch, and Taozi's classroom was some distance away.

If I do it again, I will definitely be late for class.

So facing Sasaki's suggestion, the two girls, who were slapping their thin knees, nodded in agreement without any objection.

They didn't stay here longer. They took a short rest and tidied up the place before the three of them left the studio.

Shortly after they left, Bing Tengba, who was sweating profusely and with a face as red as a wet apple, walked out holding on to the door frame.

There were no major changes in the furnishings in the studio.

They just put the desks against the wall...

I guess it was because it was too hot, or maybe... I put the table under the window.

Biting his lower lip, which was dry and flaky due to lack of water, Bing Tengba blushed, glanced at the table with disgust, and walked quickly towards the door.

But the thin dust clinging to the black silk stockings, the clothes clinging to her skin, and her face that was so red that it was bleeding, all told her that if she went out now, she would definitely be watched. , and then strange rumors spread.

"Tsk~ It's so annoying~"

With no choice, Bing Tengba quietly reprimanded the bastard for causing her such embarrassment, while stopping and turning around to look for a place to sit and rest.

But after looking around, the only place to sit was the table they had used...

"..."

Reluctantly, but having no choice but to do so, Bing Tengba walked over in panic.

Looking at the tabletop, which was so smooth that it looked as if it had been washed with water, Bing Tengba felt as ashamed as if he had taken the initiative to sit on him when he thought of just now...

Although the expression on her face was very repulsive and disgusting, her body did not pause at all as she was about to sit on the table, and she did not even have the thought of disgust in her heart. Instead...

Sitting on the smooth and clean desk, feeling the warmth left behind by the sunlight shining on the desk outside the window.

The shameful thoughts in Bing Tengba's heart rushed straight into his mind, and the water flowing under his eyes became more and more intense. The warm sweat beads on his forehead were like a curtain along the delicate red face revealed in the snow, hanging on the white On the collar...

……

"The brioche bread sold in the convenience store is good, and the pig's knuckle rice in the cafeteria is also delicious... Both options are very good."

"Do you want to eat Tao Zi?"

"Yeah~ It's all fine~ What do you want to eat, Fuyumi?"

It is said that the strongest relationship between men is that they have been together in the same school, carried a gun together, and...

In fact, the same is true for the relationship between girls.

Having seen each other's other side and sharing a bicycle, the relationship between the two women is now too good to be true.

The most intuitive feeling is that after leaving the studio, the two held hands and chatted about all kinds of things, eating desserts, playing with makeup, and puppet accessories...

I really can’t believe they just met today…

Sighing in his heart... Sasaki began to pick his pocket up and down, looking for something.

He didn't answer Taozi's question.

After waiting for a short while and not hearing her lover's answer from behind, Taozi turned her head strangely:

"Fuyumi?"

Seeing him rummaging through his pockets as if looking for something, Taozi asked again:

"Did Fuyumi lose something?"

Stopping his movements, Sasaki looked up at the two women who started to walk towards him and said:

"I think I dropped my wallet in the studio."

"How did you lose your wallet? Forget it, let's go back and get it together."

Glancing at Sasaki's pocket, Murasaki Miyazaki didn't understand how he could drop it if he didn't... but she didn't care and just went back to take a look.

"Xia Hua should be the one who asked me to use it... huh!"

Before Sasaki could finish his explanation, Murasaki no Miya came up and covered his mouth:

"That's too bad! What are you talking about in the corridor? Although there is no one else, you can't...it will be bad if you make it a habit, really."

Duzui kissed Xia Hua's soft palm, then kissed her little hand that was stretched out to cover her mouth. Sasaki smiled:

"Be careful next time... I'll go there by myself. I'll run faster by myself."

It's just a trivial matter, but if they insist on being together, it would be hard for Sasaki to refuse.

So before the two girls could say anything else, Sasaki took a few steps back and waved to them:

"I'll go and come back quickly. You go to eat first."

"Eh……"

Murasaki Miya Xiahua, who wanted to go with him, looked at his back as he ran away quickly, and stretched out her hand.

He has already left, and they can't help much by following him now. Maybe they will find him halfway there.