Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

The boy smiled.

"Of course. The sandbags are specially prepared for teachers. They are of good quality and will not hurt your fists. They are fair to everyone."

"Stop talking so smoothly. Were you hanging out with Sakuraba Mitsuki last night?"

Some harsh words were used.

Oreki Gen shrugged.

"You know it all?"

Amamiya Koha looked at the boy with a sneer.

"The profile picture has been changed, it's hard for me not to know, right?"

Oreki Gen has nothing to hide.

"Well...she asked me to change. You know, I can't resist her on many things."

"Then you are quite good at provoking me."

Amamiya Koha was breathing slightly, and her exaggerated chest was rising and falling violently.

It seems like he will tear the teacher's shirt at any time. Every time I see Oreki Gen, I feel that no one else can wear formal clothes in a sexy and seductive way.

"How could that be... It's just that Mr. Amamiya, you should also know that for someone like me who walks on a tightrope, it's normal for a little accident to happen."

Of course, Amamiya Hongye knew what the boy was planning.

After all, Oreki Gen's "truth" was first told to this woman.

Sakuraba Mitsuki is actually counted last.

But of course Amamiya Momiji scoffed at Orekigen's actions.

She didn't think that he would be successful, nor did she think that there would be any girl willing to accept him, even though he was obviously special and even though times were constantly changing.

"Why didn't you fall to death, you bastard?"

Amamiya Hongye looked at the other party coldly, as if she was very angry and had an attitude that said no strangers allowed.

Of course Oreki Gen isn't afraid.

After all, the danger from yesterday has passed. Now it is as if his Ren and Du meridians have been opened. Living in the face of death is never groundless.

Instead, he ignored the wounds on his body that seemed not to have fully healed yet and approached Amamiya Koye, who seemed dangerous at the moment.

"If I really fall to my death, Mr. Amamiya won't be able to see me anymore. Wouldn't that be a pity?"

Amamiya Koha looked at Oreki Tsune who dared to approach her.

She stretched out her legs and stepped directly on Oreki Gen's thigh with her high-heeled shoes, as if to block his progress.

The long legs wrapped in black stockings reflected a sickly glow under the light.

It can’t be said to be greasy, but it is a color that makes people want to explore it. Oreki Xian remembered a famous saying.

Do you believe in light?

He has always believed, he is a faithful believer in the light.

"Why should I feel sorry? I wish you would die right now."

And Oreki Genji stretched out his hand.

She gently held the other person's slender legs, and the scenery under the slightly lifted hip skirt was faintly visible.

The feel is still delicate and silky, making people love it.

"I don't believe it. I think Mr. Amamiya still has some preference for me."

As he said this, the touch of his palm spread towards the other person's thigh, and the skill of Red Soft Hands continued to take effect.

Not to mention that the boy's presence itself was a temptation.

With a beautiful luster and a familiar scent.

Amamiya Koha seemed to feel that familiar, heart-pounding beauty, especially at school, this feeling was even more obvious.

Just like when the breeze blows across the hillside, the green grass will bow its head.

The woman's eyes followed the other person's delicate palm.

She reached out her hand and pressed down Oreki Gen's hand that was wantonly resting on her beautiful legs.

"What are you doing? You were so romantic last night, and now you're being naughty again? Or is it that she can't satisfy you?"

Speaking differently to different people is naturally Oreki Gen's specialty.

He smiled and looked at Amamiya Momiji.

"How should I put it? Beautiful girls are beautiful, but someone like Amamiya-sensei is more feminine."

Amamiya Momiji suddenly retracted her legs and reached out to grab Oreki Gen's collar.

The boy seemed unable to control his center of gravity and staggered forward slightly.

If he hadn't put his hand on the table in time, he would have fallen into a ball with this woman.

The distance between them suddenly shortened, and they could see each other's perfect face.

The tips of their noses seemed to be about to collide with each other, and the collision of their eyes seemed to create hot sparks.

She exhaled right in front of Oreki Gen's eyes.

"Really? Then I'll give you a chance tonight. Let's go to the place you went last night, but just be alone with me. How about that?"

It's no longer a hint, it's an explicit statement.

Oreki Genji blinked.

"That's not good. I have class tomorrow and I'm afraid I'll be late again... Ugh!"

Suddenly, Oreki Gen's words stopped abruptly.

Because from below, the other party stretched out his hand.

I was instantly held tightly, with great force, and there was no trace of gentleness at all.

This is simply a sneak attack.

It's not just flirting anymore, it's a long-lost dirty trick.

Suddenly the boy's expression became very interesting.

And Amamiya Momiji sneered.

"Are you afraid of being late, or are you physically exhausted? What ambitions do you want to achieve in your current state?"

This has nothing to do with enjoyment.

Oreki Gen's expression twisted slightly uncontrollably, and his breathing became a little disordered.

"That's not the case... Be gentle, if you break it, there won't be a second one."

Amamiya Momiji loosened her grip and only fidgeted with the Oreki string a bit.

Then he pushed away the boy who was almost on top of him.

Then he looked at Oreki Gen with a look of disgust.

"I still smell like her. I'm not that hungry."

Good fellow, you were the one who wanted to get a room, and now you are the one who is disgusted.

You have the final say.

"That being said, I still like to be clean."

Oreki Gen said so and rubbed it.

My goodness, I almost thought her nails were going to be ingrown. Why would a teacher grow such long nails?

"Time is almost up, go back to class, I don't want to see you."

This shows the benefits of living in this country, the lunch break is very short, and there is almost nothing more to do except eating.

Oreki Gen looked at the woman worriedly.

"never mind?"

Amamiya Momiji sneered.

"Is that all? Who do you think I am? It's just that this is not the right time. Wait, I will give you a chance to be punished soon."

"...Is there something wrong?"

Oreki Xian immediately became alert, not knowing what this woman was planning to do.

He was now fed up with the so-called 'surprises'. There were no surprises in his life at all, only shocks.

Moreover, they all come suddenly. Even if such text messages appear occasionally, they seem to be "kind reminders", but in fact they simply make you feel like waiting to die.

Amamiya Momiji smiled charmingly.

It seemed that he had guessed what Oreki was thinking. Although his hypnosis was ineffective on him, he was still able to do some other things with his experience and sharpness.

"Don't be impatient. Some things are not fun if you tell them in advance. You will know when the time comes."

Oreki Gen thought about it.

"I'm mainly afraid that something might happen suddenly, and I won't have time to do it..."

"It will probably be on the weekends. If you don't have time then, please make time for me. If your schedule is really so crowded and life is so tiring, I will consider helping you get rid of it sooner."

"...I'll try my best. Teacher, I'm leaving now."

"get out."

"correct."

Suddenly, Oreki string stopped.

Amamiya Hongye frowned: "What's wrong?"

Oreki Gen pointed at the other person's leg, the one he had just touched.

"I forgot to trim my nails recently, and I think I scraped some hair off. You'd better change them."

"what?!"

Oreki Xian immediately turned around and ran.

Don't give yourself any chance to atone for your sins.

Amamiya Koha naturally had no intention of catching up with the other party.

She just looked at her legs angrily, and sure enough, there was a not-so-obvious flaw, and the brushed black stockings revealed some of her skin.

She cursed angrily.

"This bastard..."

----

"Let's talk, why are you grabbing the chair?"

"Oreki Gen, you betrayed your faith and the friendship between us brothers! What else is there to say!"

"Okay, then let's not talk about it. Just smash it."

"...It's boring."

Sighed.

Shota Matsuyama put the chair down.

It seemed that the twists and turns of the plot carefully arranged by the young man were cut short.

It's my fault for causing such a big fuss.

Oreki Gen looked at Matsuyama Shouta, who seemed to have wilted instantly, with amusement.

"Why do you need to? It's nothing."

Matsuyama Shota shook his head.

"You don't understand. Watching my good brother become more and more distant from me is like no longer living in the same world. It's so desolate and lonely."