Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

This is just scratching the surface.

"Really? I haven't seen you for such a long time, but you haven't called the teacher once. Men really lie easily."

Looking at the other person's charming eyes and standing so seriously, Oreki Gen was indeed a little itchy.

Oh my god, this is the succubus, right?

Standing there, her eyes and tone alone seemed to be able to ignite the fire in men.

Oreki Gen smiled.

"I'm just too busy. I just got back and have a lot of things to deal with. Isn't it too much that Mr. Amamiya didn't even think of calling me when he was so free?"

Amemiya Koha narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth.

"You've even learned to bite back?"

"How dare I? It's only been a month since I last saw you, and you seem to be prettier and in better shape. Did you go out to exercise?"

Oreki Gen seemed to have noticed some changes, or he might have been trying to change the subject.

Amamiya Koha's eyes lit up slightly. She was indeed not idle this summer vacation. She practiced yoga specifically. Didn't expect the changes to be so obvious?

She glanced around, and the slight impulse in her heart had no way to ferment.

And someone was already calling me over there.

So she thought about it, took a step towards Oreki Genre, and lowered her voice.

"Then I'll let you feel it well tonight and wait for the teacher."

"...hiss."

This woman...what a witch!

It makes one's blood boil instantly, especially when seeing her slightly swaying waist and plump buttocks leaving one's sight.

This training camp...seems like it's not serious anymore.

(You are really something. You read like crazy from Monday to Friday, and only start reading on the weekend! How come there are three more chapters all of a sudden? Can you hide your monthly tickets so well?)

39: Everyone is currently committing a crime (Additional Chapter 37!)

He hadn't seen Asagiri Some yet, but it was already time to get on the bus, so Oreki Gen didn't bother to be picky and just found a seat at random.

However, it was somewhat surprising that no student chose to sit next to Oreki Gen, so one of the seats was left empty.

Right next to Oreki Gen.

It's a bit funny to say, but Oreki Gen can understand this feeling.

After all, in order to be on guard, I often acted as if I wanted to keep strangers away and basically gave up socializing completely.

So even though many opposite sexes in school would be filled with excitement when seeing him, once they saw Oreki Gen's face, which was used to being cold, they would subconsciously look for more familiar friends.

As for Oreki Gen's classmates...it's not that there aren't any.

There were just two boys, and they seemed to have a good relationship, so they sat a little bit towards the front.

So Oreki Gen was the only one left. Amamiya Koha naturally wanted to sit next to Oreki Gen, but she was a teacher, and doing so openly would definitely arouse suspicion. She had no intention of giving up her job for this young man.

Although the feeling of dancing on the edge of forbiddenness is really exciting, people cannot do anything to pursue excitement, otherwise what is the difference between them and madmen?

Just before departure, a figure finally got on the bus.

Many eyes immediately focused on her, but she ignored them all, as if she had tuned to the most unique channel of a radio station, rejecting any other sound waves.

Walk around very calmly and sit down as long as you find a separate place.

The seats in front seemed to be full, and she had no desire to linger. Even when someone seemed to offer to give her a seat, she did not accept it, as she did not need such kindness.

Until he saw a naturally empty seat, he ignored the extra gazes and sat down.

Then...

"See, I told you we were destined to be together."

An extremely harsh, yet extremely familiar voice sounded.

Asagiri Ran turned her head stiffly, and then saw the handsome boy smiling at her. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Oreki Gen, you're haunting me, aren't you?"

Although he said this, he lowered his voice to save the other person's face and spoke very softly, but the dissatisfaction in his tone was almost obvious.

Oreki Gen looked at Asagiri Ryou with a smile on his face, who seemed a little cute today.

It’s not that she’s cute when she says these things...nonsense, when she says these things, it makes people so angry that they want to strangle her to death.

But I have to say that wearing a white T-shirt and tucking the hem into a black miniskirt, Asagiri Ryou has the feeling of a pretty girl next door.

"What do you mean by haunting? Let's get this straight, okay? I was here first, and you want to sit next to me and you say I'm haunting you?"

Asagiri Ran had a headache. As soon as she sat down, it seemed that she would have to face a situation of endless entanglement with the other party. This scene was extremely familiar. She seemed to have gotten used to it, but what she feared and avoided most was getting used to certain things and getting used to getting along with certain people.

Sometimes, habits are fatal.

Because when you get used to the existence of someone, this person may become your weakness. You will be reluctant to see the other person disappear, and you will feel very unnatural if the other person does not exist.

So she immediately stuck her head out and looked around.

The boy, leaning comfortably in the chair, said with a smile.

"Forget about it. All other seats are occupied. There is only so much space on this bus. If you want to change seats, I suggest you hang on the roof."

Asagiri Ran leaned back angrily, then took out her headphones and mobile phone, and turned on the music listening mode with the mic muted, not wanting to pay any attention to the boy's words at all.

Especially, talking to Oreki Gen in front of so many people...wouldn't his previous image be completely ruined?

It's like she only considers appearance when making friends with others... Humph, she and he can only be considered friends at best.

Of course, Oreki Xian didn't care.

Knowing that this was the girl’s style, I leaned against the window and started browsing on my phone.

It was just a bit surprising that a girl who was not in this car and would not appear in this training trip sent a message.

Sakuraba Mizuki: [What are you doing? ]

Oreki thought about it and took a photo.

Origami Strings: [Picture]

Sakuraba Mizuki: [Are you training in the training camp? ]

Oreki Gen: [Expression/Doraemon smiles] [Yes.]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [Why would I bother with such things...it's tiring and meaningless.]

That's better than going to your house and waiting for you to press me, right?

It seems that you can't speak so rudely.

Oreki Gen: [I'm bored anyway. Expression/Doraemon grins.]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [Why do you want to send such a vulgar expression? ]

Oreki Gen: [Is it vulgar? I think it’s pretty good. Expression/Pikachu form Doraemon grins.]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [No more emojis allowed. ]

Oreki Gen: [Why? It's so fun. If there are no emoticons when chatting on this app, why not just write letters? Emoticon/The wretched panda man scratches his head.]

Sakuraba Mizuki: [If you send me another message, I will go to your dorm to find you. ]

Oreki Gen: [I was wrong.]

Resist the urge to send a kowtow emoticon.

How is there anyone in this world who can resist sending emojis when chatting?

Oreki Gen didn't understand.

Sakuraba Mizuki: [Unless you make your own photos into emoticons. ]

Oreki Gen: [That's too shameful, isn't it? Even a narcissist like me wouldn't do such a thing.]

Indeed, everyone has an idol burden. Of course, one of the pleasures is to use friends’ ugly photos as emoticons, but never their own.

Sakuraba Mizuki: [How many days will we practice together? ]

Oreki Gen: [Three days and two nights.]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [So long? Just go for a day. ]

Oreki Gen: [What? It’s only been three days, and you can’t help but miss me? ]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [Hehe. I think you are the one who misses certain tastes more, right?]

Of course, Oreki Gen knew what the other party was talking about. The image of a charming and seductive young lady in that kind of "interaction between men and women" immediately emerged in his mind.

It was simply too tempting, with fair skin, noble temperament, and suppressed moans, and Oreki Xian almost came on the spot.

Oreki Gen: [Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about. I just want to improve my learning in this journey and lay a solid foundation for a bright future.]

The other party did not reply for a while, and Oreki Gen thought that the other party finally couldn't stand his hypocrisy.

But I didn't expect that only a minute had passed.

Sakuraba Mizuki: [Picture.]

Oreki Gen was a little confused and clicked it subconsciously.

...almost.

I almost had a nosebleed.

This picture is nothing else but a photo that was just taken.

It even has a date watermark on it.

The content...

Sakuraba Mitsuki wearing black stockings! If that were all, then Oreki Genki had never seen the world.

But when he clicked on the large picture, Oreki Xian discovered that it was not just the pair of legs wrapped in black stockings that were slender and long, with an attractive figure.

Even looking up, you can slightly see the color of the panties hidden under the black skirt.

Lace edge, right?

White lace!!

I'm super!

Black stockings, black long skirt, and white lace panties.

Oreki Xian felt as if he had taken a tonic pill and instantly couldn't help but clamp his legs together.

Oreki Gen tried hard to control his impulse. For a moment, he even had the urge to hail a car on the spot, get out immediately and rush to a mansion in the Ryukin District.

He tried to take a deep breath.

Then he saved the picture silently, and then sent the content with a serious face.

Oreki Gen: [Can you wear this outfit next time? ]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [? Next time? What next time? What are you talking about?]

Oreki Gen: [It's not the first time, so you don't have to pretend, right? ]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [I don't know what you are talking about. I don't want to be a stumbling block on the road to your bright future. I don't understand what you mean.]

Oreki Gen thought about it and decided that people should resist their own desires.

Otherwise, what is the difference between us and wild animals? Of course, people can have instincts, but they must also learn to restrain their instincts, so...

Oreki Gen: [Please.]

Sakuraba Mitsuki: [Let’s see how you perform after you come back.]

The conversation ends here.

It is no exaggeration to say that Oreki Gen is already looking forward to the next time.