If You Can Read the File, You Will Die

The space inside the class has been roughly remodeled.

All the stools and chairs were set aside, while a large curtain was hung to allow some privacy for the surveyors.

Qiu Yuecheng bypassed many girls who were cutting fabrics and entered the body measurement room.

There is only one girl.

Tall figure, eye-catching long golden hair, and the aura of a queen exuding from the whole body.

Miura Yumiko.

"It's a boy, so let's get someone else to measure it." The first time Miura Yumiko saw Akizuki Makoto, panic flashed in her eyes.

After that, he was even talking to himself, and walked outside.

Just before that, Qiu Yuecheng had already grabbed her wrist.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, let Miura-san measure it for me." Qiu Yuecheng smiled and said: "I believe that no boy will mind Miura-san."

"...Then, okay." Miura pursed his lips and finally nodded.

"After that, what about Kazuhayama?" Akizuki Makoto lowered his voice and asked Yumiko Miura in front of him.

The latter was holding a size rope and gently wrapped it around Qiu Yuecheng's waist.

From such a close distance, one can easily smell the faint scent of flowers on the other party's body.

And with the height difference between the two, they can also look down on that obscene Oupai.

"No, no progress." Miura also said softly.

Her movements were a little stiff, but she was actually a little afraid of the man in front of her.

Obviously, it looks so righteous and sunny on the outside, but when it is really touched, it is unbelievably despicable.

He even did that to her in front of Ye Shan!

But after that, Miura still breathed a sigh of relief, because he didn't show any strangeness in the process of communicating with Hayama, maybe he didn't notice it before?

"It's dangerous to be in a daze in front of a man, Miura."

The frivolous voice brought Miura back to his senses, and found that the man in front of him was looking at her with a half-smile.

"There are people outside!"

Miura warned in advance.

"I'm not a devil, and I will do evil things to you, Yumiko." Qiu Yuecheng felt helpless, and immediately became very interesting: "By the way, Yumiko, what kind of clothes are you going to change? I can get someone to do it for you." Made to order."

"No need, I'll figure it out myself."

"Eh, is it? It's rare for me to be kind."

"Ah."

"So, Yumiko, can you tell me a little secret about you?" Qiu Yuecheng showed a signature smile.

"Yumiko, what is the figure you measured?"

"..." The expression on Miura's face suddenly became stiff.

Asking for data on a girl's figure, besides the tailor, has other meanings in itself.

"you do not need to know."

"So that's the case. It seems that I have to ask Ye Shan if he knows this." Qiu Yuecheng sighed, "Although I don't want to trouble others, why don't you tell me? If you accidentally say If you missed the breaking news that I forced you to kiss you in the bathroom, then there is nothing you can do about it."

"...Are you, are you threatening me?!" Miura clenched his fists tightly, glaring at the man in front of him who would do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

"It's not a threat, it's just a friendly reminder." Qiu Yuecheng frowned.

"...I can tell you, but you are not allowed to tell others about that!" Miura pondered for a long time before slowly saying.

"Hmm, no problem."

"89-61-88." Resisting the sense of shame, Yumiko Miura said softly.

"What a sexy body." Qiuyue Cheng clicked her tongue, "But that guy Ye Shan actually gave up such a good girl, and spent his heart to like others, this is really too much!"

"You don't need to care about my affairs." Miura said coldly: "Qiuyue-kun's data has been measured, please come in the next classmate."

"Is it ready? Then I'll come in."

A voice came from outside.

"I hope to have the opportunity to study together next time."

After teasing Yumiko Miura, Makoto Akizuki went to the activity room of the service department instead.

open the door.

The refreshing wind blows slowly through the opened windows opposite.

And what was driven by the breeze was not only the white curtains, but also the long black hair and the skirt of the young girl.

"Hey, is it Qiuyue-kun?"

The female voice with the dumpling hairstyle was surprised at the first time.