Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"Da da da……"

Even though they didn't go to the crowded teaching area, the two people holding hands still attracted the attention of many students on the way to the club building.

Fortunately, it is class time for the finance class, so Asada Futaba doesn't have to worry about being recognized by classmates.

……

The club building of the private Sungji Women's University is six stories high and is one of the landmark buildings in the school.

As a private institution of higher learning with plenty of money, the club building has advanced facilities and complete equipment. It was jointly funded by members of the school board of directors. I heard that Director Matsumoto, the mother of Arina Matsumoto, is one of them.

"Ding-dong-"

Just as she stepped into the club building, the pocket of Asada Futaba's knitted sweater suddenly vibrated and a message alert sounded.

She originally thought it was a Line message from Matsumoto Arina, but when she took out her phone and opened it, she saw three neat system fonts in the upper left corner of the Line chat interface - Shimizu Rin.

1 minute ago, from Shimizu Rin.

【Asada-san, are you in school? 】

Chapter 245: A Little Understanding (Thanks to [Chen Zhizhou Who Is Worse Than Death]!)

“Kiyomizu-san?!”

Asada Futaba's slender hand holding the phone trembled and she almost dropped the phone to the ground.

"Could it be possible that she has seen me bringing Fujii Itsuki to school?"

Seeing the message status change to "read", she was anxiously thinking about how to respond when the person on the other end of the line sent another message.

Shimizu Rin: [Ishikawa said you were still in school, but I didn't see you in the classroom during this period.]

Asada Futaba: [Um... that's because I took a leave of absence to participate in the club's activities. ]

Asada Futaba: [What's up, Shimizu-san? ]

Asada Futaba's brain worked quickly. She let go of the slender hand that was holding Fujii Itsuki's hand, and using both hands, she typed the next line of words on the phone keyboard.

She felt like an ant being roasted on a hot pan, as if she was a mistress seducing the husband and was caught by the wife. She felt embarrassed and terrified.

Even more frightening is...

To Shimizu Rin, it seemed like she really was the third party who should be thrown into the pig cage!

"Ding-dong-"

Just as Asada Futaba was thinking about these things anxiously, several new messages popped up on the Line chat interface.

Shimizu Rin: [Asada-san, do you remember the notebook you borrowed from me last time? ]

Shimizu Rin: [Thank you, it was very useful to me, I have read it all. ]

Shimizu Rin: [I have been trying to find a chance to return it to you these past few days, but the day before yesterday was the weekend and no one was in school. Yesterday was Monday, but you left the classroom in a hurry after class. The same thing happened today.]

"call--"

"So you came to me to return the notebook!"

"You scared me..."

In front of Fujii Itsuki, Asada Futaba breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned.

She thought she was being discovered as a green tea girl by her real girlfriend, Shimizu Rin.

200 million yen has slipped through Asada Futaba's fingers. Without financial support, she doesn't have the confidence to have a 1v1 fight with Shimizu Rin, an excellent student, in public like Matsumoto Arina did.

After all, she won't have a wealthy mother as a board member to clean up her mess afterwards.

"Jingle Bell--"

The bell for the end of class echoed in the campus of Seishi Women's Private University. Asada Futaba looked up and found that Fujii Itsuki had already walked in front of her, wandering around aimlessly.

Asada Futaba: [You're so polite, Shimizu-san.]

Following Fujii Itsuki with his head down, Asada Futaba slowed down his pace and typed in the chat box.

Shimizu Rin: [It's time to finish class now. I'll go to the club building and return the notebook to you.]

Asada Futaba: [Uh, is there any need to be so anxious...]

Shimizu Rin: [Because I have something else to do later, and I feel bad that it took so long. ]

Looking up and glancing at Fujii Itsuki's receding figure, Asada Futaba gently bit her pink lips covered with lip gloss.

In order to prevent Qing Shui Lin from discovering her "mistress" behavior, she could only type helplessly.

Asada Futaba: [Don't bother, I'm free now, I'll go get it from you myself.]

Asada Futaba: [Just wait for me in the classroom! ]

"Da da da."

After typing these two sentences in Line and clicking the send button, Asada Futaba's short black hair fluttered in the wind, and she trotted to catch up with Fujii Itsuki who was not far away.

"Hey, Fujii..."

She gently patted Fujii Itsuki's shoulder and said, "Someone in the teaching building wants me to do something. I'll go over there and be back soon."

"The second floor is the music department, and the third floor is the sports area. There are many sports equipments, which can be used for free..."

"Just wander around the club building on your own."

Having said that, Asada Futaba turned around and left in a hurry.

However, before she had taken two steps, she stopped again, turned around and said to Fujii Itsuki in a warning tone: "This is a women's university, and 99% of the people in the club building are girls."

"If you don't want to be stared at and approached wherever you go, then you'd better wear a mask!"

Otherwise, Asada Futaba was robbing Shimizu Rin's house, and when she came back she found that her house had also been robbed by another woman. She couldn't imagine how funny her face would be at that time.

"Don't worry, I'll pay attention..."

"Go and do your work."

His eyes were fixed on the signpost at the entrance of the club building, passing by the loud and arrogant slogans of the Karate Club, Judo Club and Taekwondo Club. Fujii Itsuki curled the corners of his mouth, waved his hand with his back to Asada Futaba, and walked up the stairs.

……

In the classroom in the business school teaching area.

The bell rang for the end of class, and after the teacher left, noises broke out in the classroom.

"Let's go, it's the professor's class. If you're late there won't be any seats in the front row!"

"...Let's go to the library."

After exiting the Line chat interface, Qing Shui Lin did not rush to pack up his textbooks like other students, but sat in his seat and waited quietly.

Seeing this, Ishikawa, who was standing beside her, stood up, holding his textbook, and enthusiastically invited her, "Rin-chan, do you have classes later?"

"Why don't you come with me to the club building to play badminton!"

“No…” Qingshui Lin shook her head, and there was no change in expression on her delicate and cold face.

"I'm waiting for Asada-san. I haven't returned the notebook I borrowed from her last time."

"Do you want me to wait with you?" Ishikawa asked softly.

"No, Ms. Chiyoko asked me to meet her in her office after class."

"I have to go to the office building later, so I can't go to the club building."

As she spoke, she stood up and put her textbooks into her canvas bag.

"Then I'll go first. Bye, Rin-chan." After waving to Shimizu Rin, Ishikawa walked out of the classroom through the back door.

As soon as I went out, I ran into a girl who was in a hurry. She had short black hair and a small teardrop mole under the right corner of her eye.

"Hey, Futaba..." Ishikawa opened her mouth to say hello, but Asada Futaba absentmindedly brushed past her and walked quickly into the classroom through the back door.

In the huge classroom, there were still a few students who were packing their books. Asada Futaba found Shimizu Rin in the first row without much effort.

"Shimizu-san..."

"Sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Her pretty face under her short hair is filled with a bright smile, and coupled with her friendly tone and lovely appearance, it is hard not to like her.

Because of this, Matsumoto Arina could see at first sight that Asada Futaba was a good material for being a green tea girl.

"No, it's probably because you took the trouble to make a special trip." Shimizu Rin said calmly as he handed the notebook back to Asada Futaba.

"You're welcome." Asada Futaba was as warm and generous as usual.

The two chatted for a few meaningless words, and then left the classroom together with different feelings, one on the left and one on the right, respectively, towards the office building and the club building.

The next time I found Fujii Itsuki in the club building was in the kendo club in the sports area on the third floor.

"Crackling——"

On the standard central venue of 9×9 square meters, a group of students wearing kendo uniforms are practicing one-on-one in groups with bamboo swords, carrying out their daily kendo training.

Fujii Itsuki, who was sitting in the audience, was like a few other girls who were just strolling around, with his arms folded over his chest, watching the sparring on the field with great interest.

"Hey, Fujii..."

It is normal for boys to be interested in "swords" and "competitive sports". Asada Futaba did not find it strange at all, but he was wary and pulled Fujii Itsuki out from the circle of girls who were getting closer and closer.

"Why, is it done?"

His wrist was grasped by a soft hand. Fujii Itsuki turned his head and glanced at the owner of the hand, Futaba Asada.

"Yes, it's done." Asada Futaba nodded truthfully.

"She hasn't arrived yet?"

"Still on the way, but should be soon."

"This young lady is too impulsive. I've been waiting for her for half an hour." Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but frowned.

"...You also said she is a young lady." Asada Futaba showed a helpless expression.

"Her mother is a member of the school council. Whether she comes to class depends on her mood."

"When you meet her again, you will find out that she is your ex-girlfriend. You will be surprised!"

"Let's not talk about this for now..."

"By the way, you seem to like kendo very much?" Asada Futaba blinked her beautiful eyes, and her thoughts began to stir. After knowing Fujii Itsuki for so many days, she finally found a topic that the other party was really interested in.

"Well, because I happen to know a little bit." Fujii Itsuki replied casually, his eyes still on the sparring in the center field.

He had just walked around the Judo Club, Taekwondo Club and Karate Club of the private Sungji Women's University, and as expected, they were all girls.

Moreover, their levels were uneven. They were much worse than Chiba Shinoko, who had been practicing judo since childhood. Fujii Itsuki couldn't even muster the interest to compete with her.

After visiting several martial arts clubs, he went to the fencing club, and finally came to the kendo club.

The two were chatting when a woman who was about the same height as Fujii Itsuki, but with strong and long arms, walked over from the central venue, and the protective gear on her chest had the words "Minister Iwahisa" engraved on it.

Taking off the protective mask, a square face is revealed.

Judging from her physical features, she is undoubtedly a female, but she is taller and stronger than the boy Fujii Itsuki.

"Classmate, which class are you from? Why have I never seen you before?"

"Forget it, it's not important..." Minister Iwahisa smiled carelessly, and his tone of voice was more like that of a boy, and he referred to himself as the masculine "I".

"I see you've been watching for so long, are you interested in joining our Kendo Club family?"

"I can start from scratch and teach you the art of kendo step by step!"

Perhaps because Fujii Itsuki is a boy, Minister Iwahisa's tone is particularly enthusiastic. In the private Seishi Women's University, where there are more women than men, men are definitely rarer than pandas.

"No, I'm not a student of this school..." Fujii Itsuki refused politely.

"Besides, I know a little bit about swordsmanship myself."

"...You also know kendo?" Minister Iwahisa's eyes flashed with surprise, and he subconsciously looked at Fujii Itsuki's hands.

The skin is fair, the joints are distinct, and there is not a trace of calluses. It doesn't look like the hands that can hold a sword, but more suitable for playing the piano.

Looking at Fujii Itsuki's face covered by a mask, he doesn't seem to have the sharpness of kendo at all. Maybe he should go to the entertainment industry to be a trainee.

Kendo is a sport that places great emphasis on "momentum". If there is no "momentum", even if you hit the opponent's head with the sword, the score may not be considered valid.