Aoyama High School is a well-known institution of higher learning in Shinjuku, Tokyo, and its courses are arranged strictly in accordance with relevant regulations.
It starts at 9 a.m. and lasts until about 3:30 p.m., with a lunch break of about an hour for students to eat and rest.
During this time, students usually go to the school cafeteria or canteen in small groups. Those who bring lunch boxes from home will also gather together to share each other's mothers' superb cooking skills.
"Yuki! Your little octopus sausage looks delicious!"
"It's really good. Can I trade my fried tempura with you?"
"No problem at all."
As the most popular hot girl in the class, even during lunch break, Yuki Tsuruto's seat was still surrounded by girls.
Most of them wore light makeup, and the pleated skirts that originally hung down to the knees were rolled up to barely cover half of their thighs, exposing their fair and tight legs to the sight of many boys, making people's hearts beat. accelerate.
Especially paired with that sweet and charming voice, as well as the young but gradually mature figure, it attracted many boys in the class to be eager to join their girls' secret chat meeting on the spot.
However, one of them is a special case.
Tsuruto Yuuki smiled with his trademark bright smile to deal with the chatter of the people around him, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Hanekawa Shirasawa, who was sitting in the second-to-last row by the window.
Unlike other boys who gathered together to chat about the new anime, or the BOSS strategy guides for game levels, he just quietly gnawed on the sandwich in his hand, holding his chin and looking out the window, as if he was a transparent person who was not involved.
Doesn't this guy have any friends?
Yuki Tsuruto couldn't help but murmur.
It seems that I have never seen Hanekawa Shirasawa get too close to certain people. He is often alone and plays his role as an otaku honestly.
However, after a morning of observation, I finally figured out why this guy was so handsome and hadn't attracted the attention of other girls.
It turns out that this guy usually wears glasses when he goes to school, but he took them off when he met me!
Taking another peek at Hanekawa Shirasawa's ordinary four-eyed appearance, Yuki Tsuruto couldn't help but feel resentful.
How cunning!
He actually uses glasses to seal his appearance!
No wonder he was unremarkable in school, but outside he became a rare and handsome guy!
"Yuki, let's go eat ice cream together after school."
At this time, a girl with long wavy brown hair suddenly put her hands on Yuki Tsuruto's table and said excitedly.
"I heard that a new dessert shop has opened in Ginza. It has high reviews online and the environment is very good, perfect for taking pictures!"
"Um……"
Tsuruto Yuuki curled his hair with his fingers, looking a little absent-minded.
Is this a dessert shop in Ginza? It sounds very expensive!
"Don't go."
"Ah~"
The girl stretched out her voice, her expression obviously a little disappointed.
"We are good friends, right? Just come with me!"
"Yes, yes, the volleyball club has no club activities today anyway, so you should be free."
"Yuki, don't you have no pocket money? (laughing) Then we won't call you anymore..."
"go!"
Listening to the constant persuasion in her ears, Yuuki Tsuruto suddenly slapped the table and stood up. The girls around her were shocked and looked slightly stunned. This made her feel a little embarrassed and she quickly squeezed out a bright smile again.
"Um...I'm going to the toilet."
Looking at the back of Tsuruto Yuuki leaving the classroom, Hanekawa Shirasawa, who had been observing her movements, swallowed the last bite of the sandwich and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
It seems that the date has been settled.
The lunch break passed quickly, and the last class on Monday was the physical education class. Some people were happy and some were worried.
This week is volleyball class. The whole class is gathered in the gymnasium. Men and women are divided into two groups and practice in groups according to the requirements of the physical education teacher.
Although Hanekawa Shirasawa regularly works out and the so-called volleyball training is more than enough for him, he dislikes this noisy atmosphere, so he took the initiative to find a physical education teacher and applied for a job cleaning volleyballs.
"Hey! Catch the ball!"
"ah!"
Staring at the back of Hanekawa Shirasawa heading to the sports warehouse, Tsurudo Yuki, who was distracted, was hit hard on the head by a flying volleyball, which caused the surrounding girls to quickly gather around and express concern.
"What's wrong Yuuki? Where did it hit?"
"Yuki! Are you okay?"
"fine……"
Yuki Tsuruto touched his forehead and waved his hand slightly, then hurriedly stood up and said to the girls around him.
"I'm going to the bathroom, remember to tell the teacher for me!"
…
"call--!"
After pushing the iron rack filled with volleyballs to the sports warehouse, Hanekawa Shirasawa couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, just as he was about to leave, a gasping call suddenly rang out.
"etc!"
Tsuruto Yuuki stood at the door of the sports warehouse with her hands on her knees and panted heavily, which made Hanekawa Shirasawa couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
Because of the volleyball class, she wore a pair of blue striped ultra-short sports shorts today, which completely exposed her tight and plump slender legs to the air. She paired them with pure white mid-calf socks. It’s even more coveted.
The upper body is wearing a simple gym suit, and the fragrant sweat on the swan jade neck has partially penetrated, and the incomparable depth of temptation can be vaguely seen...
It’s a bit tempting!
"Tsuruto-san, what do you want from me?"
Hanekawa Shirasawa slowly walked up to Yuki Tsuruto, with a faint smile on his lips.
In the dark and quiet sports warehouse, men and women who are alone together will be sorry for this place if nothing happens!
"that……"
Perhaps recalling some embarrassing scenes, Tsuruto Yuuki subconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes averted, his pretty face covered with sweat was slightly flushed, his hands were tightly clasped in front of his chest, and his soft lips were pursed. After struggling for a while, he finally plucked up the courage and whispered.
"Can you give me some money?"
"money?"
Although Hanekawa Shirasawa had expected it, he still pretended to be surprised.
"Is it true, as the wavy brown-haired girl said, that you don't have the money to go have dessert with them?"
"Her name is Sannomiya Nanami, she's not the wavy brown-haired girl you mentioned!"
Tsuruto Yuuki said angrily.
"You've been in the same class for so long, can't you even remember her name?"
"I don't want to remember it."
Hanekawa Shirasawa shrugged, and immediately swept his fiery gaze over Tsuruto Yuuki's exquisite body, and the smile at the corner of his mouth widened a little more.
"Tsurudo-san, you should remember what I said. I can give you money, but you need to pay the same price."
