Real teaching is not about strength, it’s about me ruling the world!

But he still hesitated and said:

"what chance?"

"I'm giving you a chance to stand by my side and pursue me. In other words, I allow you to be my pursuer."

Kirima Hajime placed his hands on his knees with a calm expression:

"For this, I can promise you that I will be responsible for your safety from now on, and no one will bully you during this special exam."

"Hey... this..."

Karuizawa Kei suddenly panicked.

Why do I feel like I heard it wrong? What does it mean to give her the identity of a pursuer?

Why does it feel like he wants to bleach her body?

and,

Does it sound like a gift?

At this time, Karuizawa Kei finally realized that she might have been wrong about something.

"But... there is a prerequisite."

Kirima Hajime stared at the girl in front of him with an indifferent expression:

"From now on, you will need to listen to me in everything. Gathering intelligence for Class D is a given, but you will also need to listen to me in everything else. Now... take off your clothes."

"..."

Karuizawa Kei shuddered all over, as if she was enveloped by an extremely sharp malice, and instinctively took a step back.

She seemed to be thinking something wrong...

His expression was a little stiff, and his tone was a little awkward:

"Um... I have an appointment with Kushida-san..."

"Then give her a call and cancel the appointment."

Kirima Hajime leaned back on the sofa, his arms crossed as he stared coldly at the girl in front of him.

"What else do you want to say? Is the Chabashira homeroom teacher standing outside the door waiting for you, or are you recording it yourself? Let me consider the consequences of attacking you."

however.

For a person with real malicious intent, all threats are nothing more than deceiving his own fluke mentality.

"Does your past of being bullied matter? I don't need to tell you what kind of future you'll face if people know about your past of being bullied, right?"

Kirima Sou stood up, his tall figure instantly covering Karuizawa. He looked down at the girl in front of him and said coldly:

"Karuizawa, you made a huge mistake. From the moment you decided to contact me, you were showing that you no longer had any cards in your hand. You still want to learn how to negotiate? You're dreaming."

Just like Trump,

Karuizawa is undoubtedly making cards in the void.

however,

With her simple, weak yet strong character.

Unless you meet a truly powerful and kind person, such a good person must have the qualities of kindness, loyalty and strength.

otherwise.

Karuizawa Megumi will just keep getting deceived.

Because her sense of good and evil has been completely damaged, she can no longer distinguish between good and evil.

Being good to her is good, and wanting to hurt her is evil.

Such a shallow view of good and evil will only make her repeat the same mistakes endlessly unless she is lucky!

She would only use her fatal weakness as a handle and keep giving it to others until she met a truly good person.

Even if you meet a good person.

She will only continue to do so because of her lack of security.

Even if you grow,

Her growth will only be superficial.

But as a chess piece, she is a very good embryo. With careful training, she can become a perfect chess piece.

"Didn't you hear? Take off your clothes."

Kirima Hajime put his hands behind his back and looked at the girl in front of him coldly:

"I'll count to three, one."

"call..."

Karuizawa Kei's breathing became rapid.

She took a step back and tried to escape, but her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Because she knows,

Once her past is exposed, what will be waiting for her?

Thinking of being beaten,

The days when I had no place to stay in school.

Karuizawa felt extremely frightened. Her past experiences were like iron chains that bound her to the spot.

Her voice was trembling and her expression was terrified.

"I'm willing to do anything...but this...can you..."

"two!"

"Hey~"

Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down her cheeks, and Karuizawa Kei's breathing gradually became heavy and rapid, with her hands resting on her green skirt.

It was not until this moment that she finally understood.

Kirima Sou is different from Ike Kanji, who has the desire to steal but not the courage to do so.

The lie that she had to meet someone in twenty minutes only made her look weaker in Kirima Sou's eyes.

She was courting her own death from the very beginning!

"three!"

Qijianchuang said coldly:

"What are you hesitating about? Do you think you still have hope? Are you hoping that I'll just use you as a pawn, or that someone will come and rescue you? How about I hold the door open for you so that anyone passing by can see what you look like now?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Karuizawa kept sobbing and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Yes.

She no longer has a choice.

Hearing Kirima Hajime's cold words,

As the clothes were taken off one by one, Karuizawa Kei's bronze body was perfectly displayed in front of Kirima Sou, with only a pair of white socks wrapped around her jade feet, giving her the last bit of sense of security.

Kirima Hajime looked up and down at every inch of the girl in front of him, only to see Karuizawa Megumi sobbing with her right hand covering her lower abdomen.

Feeling Kirima Hajime's gaze, Karuizawa Megumi covered her hands even tighter.

"What are you blocking? Take your hands away."

Seeing Karuizawa Hui holding her hands tighter, Kirima Sou glanced at her coldly:

"Why, do you want me to say it a second time?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Karuizawa Hui's sobs and voices mixed together, and she was already sobbing a little:

"You can do whatever you want to me... only this..."

"..."

Kirima Chuang ignored him and stood up and walked towards the door.

Let Karuizawa Kei know that she has no choice but to obey.

The two passed by each other.

Karuizawa Hui took her little hand away and closed her eyes in pain.

"I'll take..."

Qijianchuang looked sideways,

There was a scar about two centimeters long on the right side of Karuizawa Kei's lower abdomen. The wound looked like it was left by a fruit knife.

Less than two seconds.

Before the incision was opened,

Karuizawa Kei suddenly rushed into the bathroom, and within a moment, retching sounds were heard from inside.

Kirima returned to the sofa and sat down.

He didn't care and didn't urge me. It seemed like there was something hidden.

……

……

On the other side, in the bathroom.

Karuizawa Kei climbed onto the sink and looked at her haggard reflection in the mirror.

She finally understood.

I am like a butterfly charmed by the Venus flytrap.

Being deceived by Kirima Sou's appearance that all the students in the grade were promoted to A, he easily believed that the other party was a good person, which perfectly explains what it means to walk into a trap.

Karuizawa Kei kept whimpering.

It was clear that she was about to be devoured by the wound.

Karuizawa Kei held the phone tightly in her hand, hesitating whether to report to Chabashira's homeroom teacher, but she quickly gave up the idea.

Kirima Hajime never pushed her into action.

There are recordings of the conversation. What if other people in the school find out about this?

How will she live in this school in the future?

Instead of that, being toyed with a few times by a handsome guy like Kirima Sou is not an unacceptable option.

From the beginning.

The two of them entered into a game of chicken, Karuizawa's weakness was clearly visible, and the coward would lose!

Therefore,

Kirima Sou wasn't worried at all about her bringing her phone into the bathroom.

Ten minutes passed.

Karuizawa covered the wound on his lower abdomen, and his emotions finally calmed down a lot. He knew that there was no point in hiding any longer, and his eyes became firm instead.

anyway,

No matter what the cost.

She must live strong.

I can never go back to those days in junior high school.

Sooner or later she would have to face the difficulties before her.

From the moment she confessed to Kirima Sou, she was destined to be devoured.