In the time loop, I do whatever I want

And there's Nino Nakano.

This person is also temporarily on her "blacklist".

If you chat with them a little longer, she will clearly remember how, during the spicy hot pot incident, she stood up in the bathroom, leaning against the wall, sobbing and huddled up in embarrassment...

Yotsuba Nakano remembered Yukino's advice, and she used all her strength from the very beginning, as if she were really playing a match.

However, the gap between her and Makoto Fushimi was like heaven and earth. In the end, she didn't score a single point either. Instead, because her safety shorts were a bit shorter than Yukino's, someone was able to look at her thighs for a long time with satisfaction.

Although only a tiny bit of her thigh skin was exposed.

However, Makoto Fushimi still wants to say: the tennis skirts worn by beautiful girls are really amazing.

"As expected of my best teammate, he's really amazing."

When Yotsuba Nakano came off the field, she was still full of energy and didn't seem discouraged at all.

Fushimi Makoto said with a serious expression, "You know that's good. Also, don't be lazy with your training, otherwise the gap between you and me will only widen."

"Yes!" Nakano Yotsuba responded loudly.

Everyone present noticed Fushimi Makoto's use of the word "you".

Yukino and the others were fine, but Eriri seemed a little uncomfortable.

She's been undergoing a painful yet joyful "special training" these past few days.

The only thing that comforted her was that the timeframe on the schedule was almost up, and she hoped that the seven days mentioned on it were true.

She was truly fed up with this daily grind of studying and exercising. Compared to this repetitive life, she would rather take off her skirt and have Makoto Fushimi massage her every day.

If Fushimi Makoto knew her thoughts, he would definitely say with disdain: "Fine, fine, let's eat and take some, shall we?"

"You guys seem to be having a lot of fun, I'll give it a try too." Sayuri Sawamura suddenly picked up her racket with light steps.

Fushimi Makoto looked at him with some surprise: "You're coming too?"

"Yes, is that not allowed?"

"Would you like to change your clothes?"

Upon hearing Fushimi Makoto's question, Sawamura Sayuri casually countered with, "What do you think, Makoto? Should I change into a tennis skirt?"

Fushimi Makoto's expression remained unchanged: "Forget it, the outcome is already decided anyway. You'll still lose even if you change your clothes."

"Hey, A-Cheng really doesn't hold back." Sawamura Sayuri smiled and winked.

That look seemed to say: I thought you would be bold enough to say you wanted to see my tennis skirt.

Fushimi Makoto pretended not to see it.

Just kidding, with so many eyes watching him right now, even if he wanted to see, he couldn't say anything.

It was precisely because of Makoto Fushimi's composure that even the perceptive Mrs. Yukinoshita did not have any doubts. At most, she was just wondering: what was the meaning behind Sayuri's playful wink just now?

Do you have a fever?

Thinking back to the sounds she had heard that night, this unusually impolite thought popped into her mind.

"If Mom goes on stage, Fushimi will definitely go easy on her, right?" Eriri picked up her phone to take a picture.

Yukino and Utaha said in unison, "I don't think so."

The two paused for a moment, exchanged a glance, and then quickly looked away.

What Yukino and Utaha said was subsequently proven true.

Sawamura Sayuri makes her grand entrance!

Sawamura Sayuri makes a dignified exit!

With just two balls, Makoto Fushimi showed her what it meant to be completely overwhelmed by strength.

"You really won't hold back at all? Can't you let me win even one point?" Sayuri Sawamura was dumbfounded.

Fushimi Makoto feigned profundity: "Sigma men only value their opponents and give their all."

Sawamura Sayuri stood with her hands on her hips, looking annoyed.

Mrs. Yukinoshita, standing on the sidelines, suddenly smiled.

He was laughing very happily.

Another person who was smiling happily was Eriri.

She only wanted to take pictures of her mother playing tennis on a whim, but ended up capturing her mother's astonished expression.

Especially the way her mother stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Fushimi Makoto, made Eriri feel like she had unintentionally uncovered her mother's embarrassing past!

Eriri carefully saved the video, but feeling it wasn't secure enough, she simply added it to her private files and even set a password.

Just then, she heard Nakano Satsuki whisper beside her, "Why do I feel like Aunt Sayuri's hands-on-hips pose is a little... a little..."

“Cute, May, is that what you want to say?” Nakano Nino chimed in.

Nakano Satsuki gave a slightly awkward "hmm." No matter what, it was still quite impolite to say that an elder was cute, but that was exactly what her brain was thinking.

Nino Nakano lowered her voice as well: "I agree with you. I used to think that if a woman of your age tried to act cute, it would definitely give me goosebumps. But I don't feel that way about Aunt Sayuri. On the contrary, I find her genuinely cute."

"Right? That's what I was just thinking." Seeing that her sisters thought the same thing, Nakano Satsuki finally felt less embarrassed.

"Miku, what do you think?" Nino nudged Miku's arm.

Nakano Miku didn't say anything; her gaze remained fixed on Fushimi Makoto the entire time, never wavering.

As for Aunt Xiaobaihe?

What did you say, Aunt Sayuri? All I saw was Fushimi Makoto giving his all to his opponent.

Nino and Itsuki exchanged a glance, both with complicated feelings.

But Eriri couldn't hold back any longer: "Were you serious about what you just said?"

Nino and the other girl thought Eriri was angry, so May quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, we shouldn't have said that."

"Well, we just accidentally blurted out what was on our minds." Nino coughed lightly. It was indeed embarrassing to praise Eriri's mother as cute in front of her.

Eriri wasn't concerned about that; she seemed somewhat bewildered: "How could you possibly think my mom is cute?"

Nino and Itsuki were both stunned.

A second later, May asked hesitantly, "Isn't it cute?"

Yinglili: "..."

No, your ideas are really weird.

Mom is indeed very beautiful, but we are young girls. How can young girls find older women cute?

Eriri muttered to herself.

She wasn't quite sure if she genuinely didn't understand the situation, or if she felt resentful because Nino and the others praised her mother but not her.

Just then, she felt her arm being tugged.

Eriri turned around and saw a mischievous smile on Shiho's pretty face: "Auntie Sayuri, so cute."

She had obviously overheard the conversation and, as usual, came over to tease Eriri.

Eriri gritted her teeth.

I don't want to play with you guys anymore!

Eriri walked dejectedly to Yukino's side, and after taking another look at the quiet and beautiful girl with long, straight black hair, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Yukinoshita is still the best.

Yukino naturally noticed Eriri's audacious gaze, and she turned her head in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Eriri blushed and turned away, saying, "It's nothing, I just thought we could go home together later."

Yukino was even more confused.

But she remembered that the two of them were already friends, and their families were also close friends.

So she didn't hesitate and nodded, saying, "Okay."

Eriri smiled unconsciously.

Snow is definitely the best.

Why did her mood become cheerful and content again?

Yukino wondered to herself.

Chapter 317 Let Me Play with Your Legs

Yukino and Eriri made a promise to go home together, and they did indeed leave the school together after everyone else had left.

They had just arrived at the crossroads and said goodbye when Eriri's phone rang.

"It's my mom calling," Eriri said, picking up her phone to show her.

Yukino nodded. Seeing that the other person answered the phone right by the roadside, she wasn't in a hurry to go home and simply waited nearby.

As it turned out, her wait was worthwhile.

Less than half a minute after Eriri answered the phone, she looked at Yukino with a surprised expression: "Mom and Aunt Yukinoshita are visiting Fushimi's house. They said Fushimi went to buy groceries and asked if we wanted to come over too?"

Yukino was slightly taken aback: "Why would they suddenly go to the Fushimi residence?"

"Mom said it was to discuss the adaptation rights of the script with him. Because Ichika is so popular, the news that she was going to star in the script written by Fushimi had already spread, so some film and television companies wanted to spend money to buy the adaptation rights of the web series."

"So that's what it is."

Yukino suddenly realized.

Since it's a serious matter, she's naturally interested.

After receiving her consent, Eriri also explained everything over the phone.

"Are we just going to go empty-handed like this?" Eriri looked hesitant after hanging up the phone.

Yukino understood what she meant: "You want to buy something to take with you?"

"Yeah, buy some cookies or fruit, since we're going there to freeload a meal."

"There's no need for that. If that guy knew we were coming, he'd be overjoyed and wouldn't need to prepare anything."

"Huh?" Eriri was stunned.

Yukino looked down and said with a hint of helplessness, "You're wearing stockings today."

Eriri blushed: "So?"

"Thigh-high stockings would perfectly accentuate the curves of your legs... If he were here, he would say that."

Eriri's cheeks turned even redder.

However, there was clearly a hint of happiness mixed in with that shyness.

Worried that Yukino would see through her thoughts, she quickly said, "You're wearing stockings too."

Yukino glanced at her shapely and slender legs and said calmly, "That pervert has long been dissatisfied with my stockings. If I hadn't changed into other stockings, he probably wouldn't have gotten so excited."

Yinglili: "???"

Seriously, ladies, do you guys really have this much fun in private?

What does it mean to not get too excited when wearing stockings?

Do you usually wear black stockings like Utaha-senpai when you're alone with Fushimi Makoto?

Or perhaps, a style even bolder than black tights?

Eriri unconsciously started to have random thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" Yukino, of course, could see right through the other's thoughts and bluntly exposed them.

"N-no... Um, let's go ahead first, don't keep them waiting." Eriri blushed and turned away, avoiding Yukino's gaze.

Yukino sighed helplessly.

That bastard has messed with someone again!

Eriri's expression was so easy to understand.

Yukino barely had to think; she had clearly caught the emotions in the other person's eyes just now.

There was surprise, and also a sour feeling of jealousy.