Kaori Iwai made a sound.

Kitahara Nanfeng and Miyata Yui were both attracted by the attention.

Look at her together.

"Let go! I want to go to the bathroom, do you want to follow me too?"

Kaori Iwai faced the eyes of the two, and finally froze on Kitahara Nanfeng's face. He bit his lips gently and stood up.

Kitahara Nanfeng was stunned: "Sorry."

Kaori Iwai pulled out his hands vigorously, clutching the hem of the pleated skirt with both hands, lowered his head and quickly left the Qingyinbu classroom.

Kitahara Nanfeng watched Kaori run away, then looked at Miyata Yui and asked, "...is he angry?"

He was a little uncertain.

"..." Yui Miyata opened her mouth and was about to speak.

"never mind."

Beiyuan Nanfeng changed his mind and interrupted her: "You can't let your heart read, I'll apologize myself later."

“Hey…”

"Get up, what does this look like? If you are at home, it's fine. If you sit on my thigh at school, aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Kitahara Nanfeng changed the subject and gently patted Miyata Yui's smooth forehead with the back of his hand, urging her to get up.

"I'm not afraid, I'm hard."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was amused by her.

When Yui Miyata saw Kitahara Nanfeng's expression, she immediately hit the railway while it was hot: "Nanfeng, heavy metal."

"What heavy metal is singing? Teacher Watanabe just wants to see me jokes, so I can't sing it, so don't think about it. I can't agree to you about this matter, and don't be fooled by Teacher Watanabe."

Nanfeng Kitahara rubbed her face and then suggested: "Sing R&B style songs. If you sing, just treat it as a gift for yourself to speak. You should like to sing, right? Otherwise, you won't form a light voice department."

“…But now I don’t want to sing anymore, I want to listen to you.”

Yui Miyata sat sideways on Kitahara Nanfeng's thighs, gently shook his white and gentle thighs, and said in a low voice.

By the way.

Today, Yui has not worn knee socks, and is not limited to the small "absolute field" of the past, and her thighs are dazzlingly white.

As for the reason, the north and south winds are not known for the time being.

"Did you become so fast?" Beiyuan Nanfeng complained to her.

“Because watching Nanfeng sing is more interesting than me.”

Yui Miyata shook Bai Sheng's calves and said softly: "I wanted to set up a light voice department before, but in fact, I wanted to sing if I couldn't speak, but after I could really speak, I met you again, which made me feel that I couldn't speak... It's nothing."

"I'm very happy every day now, Nanfeng."

Yui Miyata turned to look at Kitanhara Nanfeng's face, with a bright smile: "No one restrained me when I got home. I was not allowed to go here or there, or forced me to do things I didn't want to do. Then every day I had expectations, looking forward to coming to school, looking forward to interesting things, looking forward to seeing you... It's just that, it was a bit boring at night, and Grandpa Saito asked me to listen to business every day, which was very long-winded."

As she spoke, her smile disappeared and she was crying.

"This is not good, I don't even have a chance to hear it."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled.

He understood what Ichiro Saito was doing.

He was indeed a very loyal old man. Even though Yui Miyata's father passed away, he left behind a innocent and romantic Yui Miyata, but he still did not have the intention to take Miyata's property for himself. Instead, he tried his best to help Yui Miyata inherit the wealth that was considered rich in Japan in the whole country.

only.

Look at the appearance of Miyata Yui.

I guess Ichiro Saito still has to spend a lot of effort.

"...Then you go and listen?"

Yui Miyata carefully made a suggestion.

"Don't shirk responsibility."

Beiyuan Nanfeng was so amused and laughed, and rubbed her soft face hard: "And we are talking about the cultural festival, so don't be off-topic."

“Oh… OK.”

Miyata Yui's cheeks bulged slightly, but soon returned to normal: "Does Nanfeng want me to sing?"

"Think of it."

"What are you singing?"

"That depends on what you want to sing. I promise to perform well and let you shine."

When Yui Miyata heard the light, her eyes lit up and immediately agreed: "Okay."

"If you are worried that you can't sing well, go and convince Kaori Iwai. It's absolutely fine if you two are together."

“It makes sense.”

Yui Miyata grabbed Kitahara Nanfeng's shoulders, raised her head, her eyes brighter, and fluttered.

Coquettishly lovely.

“Yes.”

Kitanohara Nanfeng laughed silently, then held her soft face, lowered his head and gently kissed her cold and soft cherry lips.

It's like a dragonfly slashing the water, and it's like a touch of separation.

Beiyuan Nanfeng has to admit it.

In fact, going to school is sometimes quite interesting.

“…”

Yui Miyata's cherry lips slightly opened, and she looked at the face of Kitahara Nanfeng, who was so close to her, and she was a little confused.

"What's wrong?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook her with a smile.

Yui Miyata came to her senses. She looked back at the exit behind her and suddenly jumped off Kitahara Nanfeng's legs. Then she spread her white and gentle snow-white thighs and sat back on Kitahara Nanfeng's legs.

But this time.

The two were face to face.

"What are you doing?"

Kitahara Nanfeng stared at Miyata Yui.

“…”

Xiao Yui pretended not to hear it, but just held the thick waist of Kitahara Nanfeng and moved forward.

The two were successfully hugged each other.

"Miyata Yui."

"Xiao Yui can't speak~"

Yui Miyata hugged Kitahara Nanfeng's waist and blinked.

Beiyuan Nanfeng said angrily: "...get down quickly, what's this?"

"south wind."

Yui Miyata did not come down, but instead moved forward again, leaning against Kitahara Nanfeng's chest, his face flushed, and he whispered: "My shoulders are so sore, lend me some support."

North Yuan South Wind: "…"

Dear...

"south wind."

Miyata Yui noticed that Kitanhara Nanfeng had a silence, hugged him tighter, and raised his head and called him.

The north plain south wind bowed slightly.

"south wind."

Yui Miyata called him again, and her warm breath squirted on Kitahara Nanfeng's face, itchy.

"……Um?"

"South wind, south wind, south wind."

Yui Miyata hugged her tighter and tighter, and raised her waist and put her cherry lips to the side of Kitahara Nanfeng's lips.

But she did not kiss Beiyuan Nanfeng, and the two of them had a few centimeters of lips.

North Yuan South Wind: "…"
To be continued...