"Oh, by the way," Ikeda Seiji turned around with a smile on his face and said, "I have a good thing to tell you."
"What's up?"
Fujiwara Izaya looked at his head and felt that the hair color was a bit green.
"Last night, my old monk said that he planned to go to Akasaka Shrine to see if he could bring me and Koike-san together."
"...Uh, congratulations."
Good guy.
Xiaoike-san likes sporty boys, not monks!
Fujiwara Izaya thought for a few seconds and asked him: "What do you think, Koike-san?"
"Although she and I haven't talked about that topic yet," Seiji Ikeda picked up the eraser on his desk and played with it in his hand, "but we have been together since childhood, and she must be
You like me."
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to ask.
Monk, where do you get your confidence?
The eraser was thrown up high and landed firmly in the palm of his hand. Ikeda Seiji looked at him strangely: "Why do you have such a constipated expression on your face? What happened?"
Let's talk to him...
Fujiwara Izaya sighed slightly and looked into his eyes: "I have a friend, um... you can help me analyze the situation. The girl he likes recently accepted a love letter from another boy, a love letter
If it works out well, she will agree. That boy happens to be the type of girl that she likes. What does this mean?"
"Why do you put it so tactfully?" Ikeda Seiji grinned and comforted: "There are only two of us here. Just tell me directly, is that friend yourself?"
"No, definitely not myself!"
"Stop trying to be brave. Apart from me, what other friends do you have?"
"Yes, I'm just a friend," Fujiwara Izaya sat upright with a very serious expression.
"Haha, Fujiwara, please stop escaping from reality. Has the girl you like accepted someone else's confession? Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. It's just NTR. What's the big deal? As your only friend...
"
Talking and talking.
Ikeda Seiji was suddenly stunned.
Then, his originally happy smile gradually disappeared...
"Could that friend you mentioned..."
"That's you."
Fujiwara Izaya nodded directly, interrupting Ikeda Seiji's last thoughts.
Then, he described the process he saw that morning truthfully, without exaggerating at all.
"Fujiwara-kun..." The smile froze on his face, and the little monk looked at the little priest sadly, "Seventeen years, I have been playing with her since childhood. Without Xiaochi, how can I live...
"
"You may not lose it," Fujiwara Izaya reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry, generally speaking, childhood sweethearts will have a bright future. Don't give up hope."
"But what if it doesn't happen?" Ikeda Seiji had tears in his eyes.
Fujiwara Izaya's face turned solemn: "If not, just pretend I didn't say it."
"...You think this is humorous?" Ikeda Seiji burst into tears with a look of grievance on his face.
"Well, how about," Fujiwara Izaya felt that it should be more prudent, so he suggested: "You go to Class B in the first year and see if you can..."
"That's right," Seiji Ikeda slammed the table excitedly, "Can I just go to Class B and steal the love letter?"
"...?"
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.
What kind of brain circuit does this guy have? What he wants to say is to go to Class B in the first year and explain it to them in person.
Ikeda Seiji hurriedly ran out of the classroom. As soon as he went out, half of his body leaned back and said, "Hey, thank you, I'll treat you to lunch!"
After a few seconds, he ran back to the classroom in despair, followed by the math teacher who came to teach the first class.
After finally finishing the first class, the little monk immediately rushed out of the classroom and ran towards the first-grade teaching building.
Fujiwara Izaya went to the locker room alone to change into sportswear for physical education class.
In the second period of physical education class, the little monk with a bruised nose and face did not go to class. Instead, he hid in the school doctor's room alone and used Buddhist methods to heal his injuries.
During recess, the campus was noisy. People chased each other in the corridor from time to time, and some people chatted in the corridor.
Fujiwara Izaya took off his sportswear in the locker room, put on a Western uniform and returned to the second-year Class F classroom.
"Hey, Fujiwara," Seiji Ikeda waved to him impatiently, smiling with a gossipy face: "Come here, I'll tell you something interesting."
"What's up?"
"When I went to Class B in the first year just now, I heard that senior student Ming Xiang was missing two pairs of stockings."
"Stockings?"
"Yes, one pair is black and the other is white!"
Fujiwara Lin sat back and asked funnyly: "Why are you missing?"
"I put my socks in the shoe cabinet after school last night. When I came here this morning, both pairs were gone."
"Has it been stolen?"
"They must have been stolen to do some perverted things!" Seiji Ikeda patted his head and said with great regret, "That's Asuka's senior schoolmate. It's such a pity. Why didn't I know she had it in her shoe cabinet?"
Where are the socks?”
"...There's something wrong with you!"
Fujiwara Izaya leaned back and looked at this pervert with evil intentions with disgust.
"Why are you looking at me with such a perverted look?" Ikeda Seiji was stunned for a moment and asked in a wronged voice: "You don't think of me as the kind of person who steals girls' stockings, do you?"
Regarding the question of whether he was a pervert, Fujiwara Izaya did not immediately answer.
However, several girls in the next row of seats who were eating snacks looked over and said in unison: "You are it!"
"You..." Ikeda Qingji opened his eyes and retorted, "How can you accuse someone's innocence out of thin air..."
"What else do you have to be innocent? After the first class, no one will see you who go to class B to steal girls for a year in person. As a result, he was chased and ran for three laps at the playground.
!”
As soon as he heard these words, Ikeda Seiji blushed with anxiety, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued loudly: "A secret love letter cannot be considered stealing...and it is a love letter from a love rival!... Defend love.
Can it be considered stealing?"
Seeing everyone still looked suspicious, he then made some quibbles loudly, such as "That's my childhood sweetheart" and "I just want to see if I have been NTRed", etc., which made everyone burst into laughter.
Get up, the classroom is filled with happy air.
Fujiwara Izaya put his elbows on the table and couldn't help but yawned.
It is indeed a rose-colored high school life. At this age, both boys and girls like to make fun of people of the opposite sex.
In a lively and joyful atmosphere, the class bell rang, and the head teacher and classical Chinese teacher, Yauka Haruka, appeared at the door and walked up to the podium with a lesson plan under her arm.
"Okay, it's time for class. Everyone, please return to your seats."
Fujiwara Izaya put his hand into the drawer and planned to take out the ancient Chinese textbook.
It seemed like it had touched soft fabric.
What?
He bent down and took a look. In the dark and narrow drawer, there were two pairs of stockings, one black and one white.