My girlfriend is a bad lady

"It's not very good, it's very good. Kiyono-san is my most important friend." Toru Watanabe moved forward the distance of a face and put his face against the new ground.

"What about Kumiko, the one I like, I like, I like so much?" Kiyono Rin pinched the footer with her fingers, her eyes still on the book.

Watanabe Toru was speechless for a moment: "...I introduced her to you like this?"

"Aren't you guys still chatting on Line? Kujo-san came to you just now because of this matter, right?"

"Kumiko and I are just like-minded friends, and my liking for her is just an ordinary liking. If it was really a relationship of 'I like, I like, I like Kumiko so much', how dare I throw my phone around casually."

"You mean, your liking for me is unusual?"

"That is of course... a confidential matter."

"Quick reaction." Qingye Rin praised.

"Thank you for the compliment." Watanabe Toru said modestly.

If you don't react quickly, you will die early.

"Come to think of it, Watanabe, you seem to be very experienced. You must have done this kind of thing a lot, right?" Akiko teased while eating the four oranges that belonged to the winner.

"What do you mean by experience?"

During the one hour in the kotatsu, Watanabe Toru, who has always been good at summarizing, reflected deeply countless times.

He said: "It was because of my inexperience that I chose to get into the kotatsu first, and I almost died of the heat!"

Akiko and Koizumi Aona giggled. Although they were 25 years old, their laughter was as sweet as that of young girls.

"Eat an orange to replenish your water." Koizumi Aona handed him an orange.

"Thank you, teacher." Watanabe Toru didn't eat it, but put the orange with cold skin on the side of his cheek.

After resting for a while, he sat up slowly when the sweat on his body was dry and his face was no longer hot.

"I'm going to go back and take a shower. I'm all sweaty." He turned his gaze to Qing Ye Lin who was reading a book, "Do you want to go?"

"Well, I'll take my leave too." Qingno Rin stood up from the kotatsu and elegantly straightened the wrinkles on her white skirt.

Watanabe Toru drank the tea that he had been serving for an hour in one gulp, and took "Remembrance of Things Past" and the orange.

Koizumi Aona walked the two to the door.

"Kids nowadays are really amazing!" Akiko started peeling the third orange. "They can even say words like 'long time, many times, large amount'."

Koizumi Aona sat on the kotatsu, thinking of their complicated relationship, frowned and said worriedly:

"I don't know how long Watanabe can keep it a secret."

"That boy has it all his own fault. Who told him to have two girlfriends at the same time?" Akiko stuffed an orange slice into her mouth. "Qingna, you're doting on him too much. Maybe one day he begs you to be one of his girlfriends, and you might agree."

"Don't talk nonsense! We are teacher and student!"

"Yes, yes, it's a close teacher-student relationship. But speaking of that, how big is the amount that Kujo Miki mentioned? A few tablespoons? Or a test tube?"

Hearing her say this, Koizumi Aona's mind subconsciously recalled the scene.

Then, she complained helplessly and shyly: "Akira, can you please not talk about this kind of thing?"

"Why are you shy? It's not like we three haven't talked about this before." Akiko disagreed.

……

Just as Koizumi Aonai said, the snow was indeed falling heavily, densely and blowing in our faces.

But because there was no wind, it wasn't too cold.

When they stepped on the ground, their shoes rubbed against the snow, making a faint creaking sound.

Toru Watanabe gazed at the snow-capped mountains standing in the distance and slowly exhaled.

The white mist is like a slowly built bridge, as if it will extend all the way to the snow-capped mountains.

Qingye Rin's eyes were as clear as the aurora, and she looked at him for a long time before she let out a breath.

"Very impressive." She nodded.

"I can drink a lot." After saying that, Watanabe Toru regretted it, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Nonsense is nonsense, but he doesn't want to make any dirty jokes about Qingye Rin except about her legs.

"What exactly does 'large quantity' mean?" asked Qing Ye Lin.

"You don't know?" Toru Watanabe looked at her in surprise.

Qing Ye Lin saw this as a provocation. She brushed her long hair off her shoulders and said proudly:

“Asking people who are not as good as me about things I don’t know is one of the smart things about me.”

Looking at her little face as white as snow and eyes purer than the clear winter sky, Watanabe Toru did not explain the meaning of "large amount".

He reached out and patted her on the back:

"R-san, you have fallen."

When I returned to the boys' dormitory, there was a layer of snow on my head and shoulders.

Keisuke Saito and the others were still playing mahjong, and each of them was playing cards as if they were going to break the tiles into pieces.

Toru Watanabe took out the copy of "Remembrance of Things Past" without a single snowflake on it from his clothes and placed it on the bedside.

I took my clothes and toothbrush and went into the dormitory bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower.

After taking a shower, I leaned against the head of the bed and read for a while. I felt sleepy while reading a page of profound French sentences by Proust, and then I fell asleep.

Watanabe Toru was awakened by Saito Keisuke.

"What time is it?" He propped up his upper body.

"The snow has stopped, get up quickly." Saito Keisuke answered at any time and turned around in a hurry to change his clothes.

Toru Watanabe looked out the window.

The snow did stop.

The clouds that had covered the sky dispersed, and the crimson sunlight poured down onto the snow.

The whole world seemed to have become a kotatsu, and the sun that was about to set was the electric heater under the table, emitting orange-yellow light.

"Watanabe, come on, let's go eat together!" Kunii Osamu shouted.

"You guys go, I'll accompany my girlfriend."

After the four people left, Toru Watanabe put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

The road that had been cleared was covered with a thumb-wide amount of snow.

There were several campground employees shoveling snow.

The boys from Class 3 next door were making a snowman, and from time to time they would throw snowballs at their classmates' heads when they were not paying attention.

The snowball fight was about to break out, and even affected Toru Watanabe who was passing by.

"Watanabe? Sorry, sorry, mistake." The man apologized with a smile.

"It's ok."

When the man turned around and continued to fight with his friends, Watanabe Toru bent down, rolled a snowball, and threw it into their collars.

Suddenly, this group of people were like ants walking on hot fire, jumping up and down with strange cries.

Even though the weather was below zero, he was pulling at his clothes desperately.

Watanabe Toru laughed and quickly slipped away.

……

Miki Kujo came back from Aona Koizumi's room, took a shower immediately and changed into new pajamas.

Lying on the soft bed, snuggling in the comfortable quilt, he turned Watanabe Toru's cell phone upside down.

Browser history, photo album, Line chat history, nothing was left out. Except for the chat history being cleaned up very thoroughly, there was nothing that made her dissatisfied.

I fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up the snow had stopped.

Sit by the window, facing the burning fireplace, take out the tablet and documents and start working.

After an unknown amount of time, the door suddenly opened, and at the same time a burst of triumphant laughter was heard.

She didn't look back - the only person who had her room key was Toru Watanabe.

"A bunch of rubbish, why do you have to mess with me! Hahaha!"

"What are you so proud of?" she asked, her eyes continuing to browse the documents in her hands.

"Meiji, listen to me!" Watanabe Toru came over with the cold air from the outdoors. "I was just on my way here, and I was walking just fine, but the guys from Class 3 insisted on provoking me, and I beat them all by myself, killing them without leaving a single piece of armor."

"That's all you can do."

Watanabe Toru sat down on the sofa: "I'm only capable of this, but I'm afraid it will be even worse if I'm more capable."

"You're such a smooth talker." Kujo Miki said lightly.

"By the way, have you seen my cell phone? I suddenly couldn't find it." Watanabe Toru asked as if he remembered something.

"Bedside."

Watanabe Toru fell on the bed and reached for his phone when Kujo Miki said, "You delete your chat history very diligently."

"Did you look at my phone?"

"Can not watch?"

"Of course I can watch it, but I want to see yours too," said Toru Watanabe.

Miki Kujo snorted softly, but did not stop Toru Watanabe from looking through her phone.

"Password?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"My birthday."

"Your birthday?"

Kujo Miki raised her head and said with a smile: "You don't know?"

"How could you not know?"

Watanabe Toru entered 0909, unlocked his phone, and immediately checked his emails and chat history.

Although he was joking, he instinctively became serious when he checked it.

I looked through the chat records, photos, and folders. They were all just some information and photos of the two of them.

There were also photos of legs and stuff, but he also had those on his phone.

Next up is social media.

Toru Watanabe found something interesting - a video of a wind instrument competition, and it was all his footage.

"Ah, my dear Meiji, look what I found!" His tone was rhythmic, "'Nagoya, boring'."

After saying this, Toru Watanabe looked at Miki Kujo meaningfully.

Just as he continued to slide down, Kujo Miki snatched the phone away.

"What were you doing just now?" she asked coldly.

"I read books and slept in the dormitory. I didn't play mahjong."

"What are you looking at?"

“Remembrance of Things Past.”

"Recite it to me."

So, Toru Watanabe recited the passage he had read in the afternoon in French.

"This small, round dessert called Petit Madeleine looks like it's made with scallops..."

After reciting a sentence, Kujo Miki continued reciting in French while handling documents:

"[I...noticed a strange change happening to me. I felt a wonderful sense of pleasure...that made me feel like I was falling in love...]

Her French is fluent and very pleasant to hear.

Watanabe Toru leaned back on the sofa and continued:

"[It comes without support and suddenly, and the reason behind it is hard to fathom... The joys and sorrows of life are nothing, the sufferings of life need not be lingered on, and the brevity of life is nothing but an illusion]"