How rude, we are pure love!

082. Light NTR [Two in One]

After saying goodbye to Yukinoshita and returning home, Kiyono took out his cell phone and sent a text message to the girl, but he didn't receive a reply all night. It was not until lunch break that the message of safety finally arrived.

"Don't worry, I'm already at the apartment."

Yukinoshita's reply was still concise and powerful.

Qingye sat in his seat and sent a message to the girl: "Can you take a picture of the room and show it to me? The security in foreign countries is not very good. I am a little worried about your personal safety."

"Isn't Seino-kun the only one in the world who can speak of harassment so righteously?"

Even through the screen, one could imagine the condescending look of the cold girl - Yukinoshita had always been taller than him in the past two years.

Qingye didn't reply, but just waited calmly.

then.

Jingle Bell.

【Room photo.jpg】

Kiyono smiled and clicked on the two photos. Yukinoshita had taken them very formally. One was a picture of the bedroom, and the other was a picture of the scenery in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room - the night view of London was brightly lit.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the falling cherry blossoms and the bright sunshine outside the window, and gradually felt the real feeling of being a girl in a foreign country.

"You must be very tired after sitting on the plane for such a long time. Why don't you sleep?" He picked up a topic at random.

"I'll be asleep soon."

At this moment, in England, eight thousand kilometers away, he returned to his bedroom under the snow and gently closed the door.

Due to the long, bumpy flight, the girl's delicate face had lost some of its color. In this cold, empty room, it looked strangely crystal-clear, as if it would disintegrate into ice crystals at any moment.

Although I took a picture of Qingye just now, her room is actually different from the one in the picture. Rather than being a young girl's home, it is more like a high-end hotel for a quick rest. The dark curtains and the few decorations are all deep sea blue, creating a feeling of quiet and loneliness.

Yukinoshita sat in front of the bed, holding the phone in both hands, her navy blue pupils staring at the screen intently, lacking the usual sharp aura.

Until the boy didn't respond for a while, she lay down on the bed, facing a huge teddy bear doll, and her eyes became soft.

It would be nice to have it here.

Looking at the naive Mr. Pan, she couldn't help but reach out her hand, put it on the doll's head, and gently stroked it twice, but gradually, a familiar figure appeared in front of her. He overlapped with the doll in front of her and was smiling at her.

The cell phone suddenly rang. Yukinoshita let go of her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and a faint blush appeared on her pretty face. Feeling guilty, she didn't dare to continue reading the text sent by Qingye, and just hurriedly replied a message.

"I'm going to sleep, good night. Also, remember to eat well, otherwise that Mr. Something might have to look up to me for the rest of his life."

The girl's text message made Qingye raise an eyebrow.

To be honest, Yukinoshita is not a very good person to chat with. She doesn't use emoticons and emoticons to liven up the atmosphere like ordinary girls, nor does she share her daily life and actively provide emotional value. Instead, she is cold, rigid, and does her own thing.

but……

Qingye glanced at the time on his phone. The time in the UK is about nine hours ahead of Japan. That means when Yukinoshita got off the plane, it should have been around four or five in the morning here. She saw his message but deliberately delayed replying until now. Maybe she was afraid of disturbing his sleep?

She always seemed to be like this, gentleness always hidden under a cold and venomous tongue.

Qingye replied good night.

*

The school festival is coming soon.

This is a term that often appears in many stories set in campuses. It is glamorous and enviable, and it can be said to embody the beautiful fantasies of students. But for the male protagonist of the reincarnation system, a mere first-year campus festival really doesn't arouse his interest.

Moreover, with his current reputation in the class, no one was willing to cooperate with him. Compared to his classmates who were cheering, Qingye seemed very relaxed.

In this leisurely state, he suddenly felt his head being hit lightly by a crumpled ball of paper. He subconsciously raised his head and saw the blonde girl in front of him blinking her blue eyes at him.

He unfolded the paper ball and saw a line of handwriting on it: "What do you want to do at the school festival?"

——Eriri is the teammate assigned to him.

I don't want to do anything... Thinking of this, Qingye couldn't help but feel a little emotional. The best employee who used to be hardworking and dedicated has fallen into such a state. Of course, he will still do his job, and if someone has a problem, he doesn't mind helping, but there is no need to do it with others.

He didn't write anything and threw the paper ball back.

Seeing that Qingye was not cooperating, Eriri's tsundere nature began to take effect. She tore off a page of her notebook, wrote and drew on it, then crumpled it into a second ball of paper and threw it at him.

Qingye's mouth twitched. This time she drew a little man with twin ponytails, holding a big hammer and smashing it on the head of another little man. There was also a cartoon-like dialog box next to it.

[Remember to come together after school, no slacking off, idiot!]

*

The warm light of the setting sun poured in through the window, illuminating the desks and chairs in the classroom and the cultural festival ribbons. The ribbons fluttered in the wind, carrying the students' beautiful and innocent vision.

The empty classroom was very quiet, and the loud encouragement from the physical education department on the playground could be clearly heard.

Kiyono was organizing the props that the class would use next on one side of the podium, while Eriri was drawing beautiful activity posters on the blackboard with chalk. Neither of them wanted to cooperate with their classmates. One was afraid of embarrassing others, and the other didn't want to talk to others while wearing a mask, so they deliberately chose a time when there was no one around.

Knock knock knock, the chalk dances on the blackboard.

This is a somewhat rare scene after school.

The girl glanced at Qingye out of the corner of her eye while painting. She cleared her throat and took the initiative to speak:

"Are you...writing a novel?"

If she was facing any other ordinary boy, she would never talk to him like this, but if it was this guy...

"How do you know?" Qingye looked at her strangely.

"I saw it by chance..."

Eriri subconsciously exerted force with her hands, and the chalk head broke in half.

Qingye said "oh" and didn't think much about it.

"finished."

At this time, Eriri put down the chalk in her hand, took two steps back, looked at the blackboard in front of her which was filled with a large picture of a person, and nodded with satisfaction.

When Qingye heard the sound, he subconsciously stood up and looked up.

The orange light fell on the blackboard and Eriri's dazzling blonde hair. The girl on the blackboard who was smiling and extending her hand, and the blonde girl in front of her, reflected each other, like the inside and outside of a painting.

He was a little surprised, because with the talent of a skilled painter, he could see more clearly the exquisite grasp of space and expression in this composition. Now that he had not practiced and upgraded his painting skills, Eriri was definitely much better than him.

Apart from anything else, as a 2D artist, he really likes Eriri's painting skills.

But why should one avoid the job that one is best at? Kiyono cannot empathize with Eriri, who is obviously a otaku but refuses to admit it, and behaves one way on the outside and another on the inside.

"In middle school and high school, it's normal for boys and girls to play games, watch anime, and read comics, right? Why should you be afraid of being discovered?"

Qingye asked curiously. He could understand it in elementary school, after all, he had encountered that kind of thing. However, with the progress of the times, the second dimension is no longer a derogatory term. Of course, the severe ones are not included.

"Hmph, what do you know? If I draw a doujinshi...if people knew that I draw 2D, I would definitely be laughed at."

Eriri crossed her arms over her chest and spoke through gritted teeth.

"It's the other way around! I think if others knew your true identity, they might just kneel down and worship you. I've seen a few stay-at-home types in my class these days."

Qingye teased her a few times, but didn't rub salt into her wounds. He continued to lower his head and organize the decorations for the cultural festival.

"It's even scarier, okay?"

Eriri rolled her eyes and started working. She took out a cherry blossom lantern from Kiyono's cardboard box, then stood in front of the locker, moved a table over, and tried to stand on the table to hang the lantern, but she was always a few centimeters short.

Originally, this kind of thing should be done by a boy, but he is about the same height as me, so it doesn't matter who does it.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and could only move the chair next to her over. This time she could hang it up easily. At this moment -

"ah!"

The girl let out a scream, and the wooden chair under her feet tilted to the right. Her center of gravity became unstable, her vision spun, and she was about to fall forward.

This must be very painful... The girl closed her eyes in fear.

But the imagined pain did not come.

She felt the warmth.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing that caught her eye was a handsome face. She raised her head, and he happened to lower his head as well. From this angle, she could see his delicate features and bright eyes, which seemed to contain flowers and early spring, clear and crystal clear.

Was he holding me...? Or rather, falling into his arms...

My lips are dry and my heart is beating faster.

Her fair and pretty face was covered with blush as if she was drunk, so delicate that the pink soon spread to her earlobes and swan-like neck.

"Be careful."

Qingye looked concerned, but there was no sense of helplessness or compulsion. After all, the girl didn't do it on purpose.

"Um……"

All kinds of complicated emotions surged in her heart, and Yinglili's eyes sparkled as she spoke softly.

She was just about to ask Qingye to let her go, but at this moment, two male voices suddenly sounded in their ears from far away.

"Ryouya, didn't you say that all your beautiful girl figurines are your wives? How could you forget your wife in the drawer of the classroom?"

"No, it can't be helped. I played games all night yesterday and accidentally overslept today... I'm sorry, Miss Shinano, I will definitely make amends to you later!"

That voice, always full of enthusiasm and seemingly endless energy, made Eriri's whole body freeze.

Lun, Lun?

And at this very moment! ?

Eriri took one look at the two of them hugging each other and gasped.

And Qingye's eyes twitched. Why did it turn out like this?

At this moment, the two looked at each other, and completely different thoughts emerged in their hearts.

——Hide quickly, we can’t let Ren see this, he will definitely be misunderstood!

——Don't panic! It's just an accident!

In a flash, Eriri's awareness and actions were better. She directly pulled Qingye into the triangular gap behind the locker. In the narrow space, their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Then, two male classmates opened the back door of the classroom and walked in.

"Huh? Was there any strange noise just now?" Aki Tomoya pushed his glasses curiously and looked around the classroom.

Hearing the voice of her childhood sweetheart, Eriri subconsciously shrank into Qingye's arms, feeling even more the fresh scent of morning dew on Qingye's body and the boy's hot body. Her pretty face flushed red, and her extreme shyness made her eyes roll around.

I, I draw books, but I don’t want to be a weird heroine!

Qingye, who was also forced to stick close to the girl, felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes, he could see the girl's high nose bridge and watery eyes, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in the girl's sweet scent. The warm breath hit his face, making his waist weak.

Why are you pulling me? He couldn't explain it even if he wanted to! Qingye simply closed his eyes. The body of a junior high school student was too weak.

Eriri's body suddenly froze. The footsteps were slowly approaching, and her childhood sweetheart seemed to be approaching.

What if I get discovered?

In a hurry, she could only open her dry lips and trembled and called out twice:

“Meow, meow…”

The gentle voice echoed in the classroom, making the atmosphere quiet.

——You are kidding me! It’s no use pretending like that!

"So it's a cat?" Tomoya Aki stopped near the locker.

——Don’t believe it!

The otaku shook his head, returned to his seat, picked up the figure, and left with his friend.

Passed, passed...

When the classroom returned to silence, the two people, whose hearts were hanging in their throats, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time - Qingye was completely forced.

The Pure Love Warrior sighed helplessly, and this sigh woke Eriri from her trance, and even her eyes became subtle.

"Why do you look so disgusted?! You're like a humiliated knight!"

I am the helpless heroine, okay!