Miki Kyujo got up and left the seat. After the inauspicious sound of closing the door, Toru Watanabe crawled out of the bedding in the direction where Kiyono Rin was.

After all his bodies came out, he lay on the ground as if exhausted.

Hot face, against the cold floor:

"Hiss~"

The whole person is alive.

"Watanabe, is it okay?" Koizumi Aona said with concern.

"Although still alive." Watanabe Tsuta replied weakly.

He moved his seat a little, and the piece just now was no longer ice-free.

Rin Kiyono took his hardcover book and opened it slowly:

"I don't understand why you were hiding and didn't do anything bad, or are you already afraid that she will be so afraid?"

"Who said I didn't do anything wrong? You forgot? When Miki came, I wasn't saying love words to you?" Watanabe Tsuki turned over again.

This is of course nonsense.

Just imagine, my girlfriend walked into a room and saw her boyfriend sitting in the same quilt with three beautiful women, playing games, and the punishment was very ambiguous - such as feeding oranges.

When girls see each other, they will definitely get angry, let alone Miss Miki Kyujo who is extremely possessive.

Once she gets angry, it is not as simple as ignoring others.

It’s okay for Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono. One suffers from flesh and blood, and will make up in bed at night, and there is a meaningless verbal dispute.

But what about Koizumi Aona and Akiko? These two "innocent" teachers must be unlucky and are likely to resign.

"Love words? Stop talking nonsense." Rin Kiyono said dissatisfied.

"Don't classmate Kiyono like me like this?" Shiro Watanabe smiled, staring at her expression from top to bottom.

"Where did you see it? At most, I can only say that I don't hate it."

"A very classic answer! I have seen it in books that girls don't hate, they actually like it."

"Student Watanabe, please read inexplicable books. You are mentally abnormal. I am afraid that you will be admitted to a mental hospital for one day."

"Shy? But it doesn't matter. I like this way of saying it very much, too."

"How can you cure your self-righteous disease?"

"Let me touch your legs? It will feel very effective."

"Forget it, you can continue to be sick." Kiyono Rin refused without thinking.

"I'm not a child anymore. Why are you stumbled with me now?"

"Shut up."

"OK."

The two of them had no room for a third person to interrupt, with a sudden start, a sing and reconcile, with a fast pace, and an inexplicable ending.

Looking at them like this, Koizumi Aona remembered what happened a long time ago.

In fact, it didn't take long, and it was about to end this spring and when summer was about to begin.

She invited two people who had a bad relationship to help tutor students who needed a make-up exam. As a thank you, she invited them to have barbecue.

In the barbecue restaurant, facing the two quarrels, she said, "You will definitely become friends, and maybe you can become more intimate comrades-in-arms relationships than friends."

Now, I have really become close, although I am not a comrade-in-arms, but a lover.

Koizumi Aona sighed a little and said to the two with a smile: "You two have become very good."

"It's not very good, it's very good. Kiyono is my most important friend." Shiro Watanabe moved a distance from his face and pressed his face against the new ground.

"Where is the Kumiko who I like so much?" Kiyono Rin pinched the footer with her fingers, her eyes still falling on the book.

Watanabe Toru had nothing to say for a moment: "......I'm introducing her to you?"

"Aren't you still chatting with lines? Just now, classmate Jiuzhao came to you for this matter, right?"

"Kamiko and I are just like-minded friends. My love for her is just a common love. If it is really a relationship of 'I like, I like Kumiko, I like very much', how dare I throw my phone away?"

"What do you mean, I don't like me?"

"That is of course...confidential matter."

"The reaction is very fast." Kiyono Rin praised.

"Thank you for the compliment." Watanabe Toru was modest.

He didn't react quickly and died long ago.

"After that being said, Watanabe, you are very experienced. You have done a lot of this kind of thing?" Akiko teased him while eating the four oranges belonging to the winner.

“What’s the experience!”

After being in the furnace for an hour, Toru Watanabe, who has always been good at summarizing, has reflected deeply countless times.

He said: "It's because of my inexperience that I chose to drill the furnace as soon as possible, and I almost got so hot!"

Akiko and Koizumi Aona laughed. Although they were 25 years old, their laughter was as beautiful as a girl.

"Eat oranges and replenish hydration." Koizumi Aona handed him an orange.

"Thank you, teacher." Shiro Watanabe didn't eat it, but put the oranges with cold skin on his side.

After resting for a while, he sat up slowly after his sweat was dry and his face was no longer hot.

"I plan to go back to take a shower, my body is covered in sweat." His eyes turned to Kiyono Rin who was reading, "Are you going?"

"Well, then I'll say goodbye too." Kiyono Rin got up from the quilt and gracefully sorted out the folds on her white skirt.

Watanabe Tsubaki finished drinking the tea for an hour and took "Remembrance of the Years" and oranges.

Koizumi Aona sent the two to the door.

"The children are so amazing nowadays!" Kyōko began to peel the third orange, "The word "long time, more times, and more quantity" can be said."

Koizumi Aona sat in the quilt, thinking of their complicated relationship, she frowned and worriedly:

"I don't know how long Watanabe can hide it."

"That kid is self-defeating, who made him step on two boats?" Shaman stuffed oranges into his mouth. "Qingnae, you have spoiled him too much. Maybe one day he begs you to be one of his girlfriends, and you may agree."

"Don't talk nonsense! We are a teacher-student relationship!"

"Yes, yes, it's an intimate teacher-student relationship. But then again, you said, how big is the amount of Miki Kujo said? How many tablespoons is it? Or a test tube?"

After hearing what she said, the scene subconsciously emerged in Koizumi Aona's mind.

Then, she complained helplessly and shyly: "Yangzi, can you stop talking about such a thing?"

"What are you shy about? It's not that the three of us have said that." Akiko disagreed.

*******

As Koizumi Aona said, the snow was indeed heavy, dense and rushing towards her.

But because there is no wind, it is not too cold.

The two of them stepped on their feet, and their shoes rubbed against the snow, making a faint "crunch".

Toru Watanabe looked at the snow-capped mountains standing in the distance and slowly breathed out.

The white mist was like a slowly built bridge, as if it was to be built all the way to the snow-capped mountains.

Qingye's eyes were as clear as an aurora, and it took him a long time to breathe.

"Very awesome." She nodded.

"I'm very big." After saying that, Watanabe Tsubaki regretted it, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said this."

Nonsense, no matter how nonsense, he didn't want to make other dirty jokes about Rin Kiyono except his legs.

"What does 'large amount' mean?" Kiyono Rin asked.

"You don't know?" Watanabe Tsuku looked at her in surprise.

Kiyono Rin regarded it as a provocation, she brushed off her long hair on her shoulders and said proudly:

"Ask people who are not as good as me and ask what I don't know is also one of my smart things."

Looking at her little face as white as snow and her pupils that were purer than the clear sky in winter, Watanabe Tsuki did not explain the meaning of "large amount".

He reached out and patted her back:

"R San, you're degenerate."

Back at the boys' dormitory, there was already a layer of snow on the top of his head and shoulders.

Saito Esuke and the others were still playing mahjong, and everyone was playing cards as if they were going to smash the mahjong.

From his clothes, Toru Watanabe took out the "Remembrance of the Years" that had not touched a snowflake and placed it on the head of the bed.

I took my clothes and toothbrush and went into the dormitory bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower.
To be continued...