16. Vaguely, Asuka Kasahara exudes a dangerous aura
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
Fujiwara Izaya slowly began to clear the table
"Fujiwara, get up quickly, Koike said Asuka went to the cafeteria!" Ikeda Seiji shouted at the door, "If you want to strike up a conversation with her, go as early as possible, otherwise you won't have the chance when there are too many people!"
The last class had just ended, and the quiet atmosphere in the classroom was still maintained, and the little monk's voice seemed particularly harsh.
Can this guy keep his voice down... Fujiwara Izaya sighed, and followed Ikeda Seiji towards the cafeteria under the strange looks of other classmates.
To go from the teaching building to the canteen of the complex building, you have to walk through an elevated corridor. The sunshine at noon in April was just right, and his figure was reflected in the shiny glass corridor.
Take a sidelong look.
In sight is a perfect handsome guy!
Especially those eyes, which are as clear as a lake when viewed up close and as high as mountains when viewed from a distance, making people feel that he is a smart person at a glance.
Could it be that...
Fujiwara Izaya thought of another possibility.
The school girl is greedy for her own body?
Tui!
woman!
Dream on you!
This young master doesn't want to fall in love.
During your high school career, you should study hard, get admitted to a prestigious school, graduate perfectly, travel around the world as a social elite for a while, and then go to Takamagahara to enjoy the leisurely life of a godly civil servant. This is the correct trajectory for a demon student!
After rushing to the cafeteria with random thoughts, Fujiwara Izaya ordered a pork cutlet rice as usual and took it to the corner.
Ikeda Seiji didn't know what to eat, so he ordered the same thing as him and invited him to drink lemonade.
The canteen of the private Kitagawa Academy is about the same price as an average student restaurant, but the selection of ingredients and cooking techniques are comparable to those of a star-rated hotel, but the environment is a bit noisy.
However, Fujiwara Izaya himself likes to eat in crowded places, so the cafeteria is the perfect place for him.
On a table fifteen meters away to the side, four girls sat down, the same cute schoolgirls from last time.
Two of them were met by Fujiwara Izaya.
One has short hair and the other has long orange hair.
Moreover, the girl with long orange hair was staring at him intentionally or unintentionally like last time, as if she was ready to strike up a conversation at any time.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at his watch.
Exactly 12:10.
Looking up again, as expected, Kasahara Asuka stood up with her hands on her skirt.
The fluttering hem of the skirt was getting closer and closer. She walked directly in front of Fujiwara Izaya, supported the corner of the table with one hand, lowered her head and asked: "Senior, do you have time to talk to me?"
This condescending aura is very oppressive, like a big sister.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the other party again, and then realized that her uniform was not neatly worn, the bow on the collar was loosely tied, and the cuffs of the spring sweater were gently held in the palm of her hand, forming a strange wearing method commonly known as "cute sleeves".
Although she is very cute, if I were the disciplinary committee member, I guarantee that you would not be able to enter the school... Fujiwara Izaya complained about her dress in his heart, and replied without changing his face: "Okay."
Then, Asuka Kasahara glanced at Ikeda Seiji.
The little monk swallowed nervously and spoke stumblingly: "Asuka-san, you..."
"Call me Kasahara-kun!" Asuka Kasahara interrupted him coldly.
Ikeda Seiji was stunned.
After a long while, he stammered "Huh?"
In Japan, only people with a very good relationship can call each other by their first names. Ordinary friends cannot do this.
Asuka Kasahara was not familiar with the young monk, so she naturally didn't like him calling her that.
Although she was not familiar with Fujiwara Izaya either.
but……
It’s just double standards, isn’t it?
The cold look of the school girl was completely different from the one he saw that night. Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but look up. At this time, Kasahara Asuka seemed to have a condescending temperament, but that kind of was without malice and was not
It's aggressive, just like looking down at the small street scene from a high altitude with a neutral attitude.
"Ikeda-san," Asuka Kasahara's calm tone lowered slightly, "Are you okay?"
"Um, I..." Ikeda Seiji was speechless, his face flushed, and he looked quite anxious and uneasy.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt very happy.
From this comparison, it seems that his slightly panicked performance when he first faced Asuka's schoolmate was not too bad, at least a hundred times better than the little monk who couldn't even speak.
Kasahara Asuka no longer cared about Ikeda Seiji, her eyes returned to Fujiwara Izaya, and her eyes flashed with a smile.
"Idiot, what are you doing here!" Koike Masami shouted from the table over there, "Come here quickly, you are blocking the relationship between two people."
Ikeda Seiji finally breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the dinner plate, gave Fujiwara Izaya a "this woman is so scary" look, and jumped directly to Koike Masami's table.
There was no extra person here, and a cute smile immediately appeared on Kasahara Asuka's face, completely different from the noble and arrogant person she had just now.
The speed of the face change made Fujiwara Izaya instantly alert.
"Kasahara-san," he asked tentatively, "what do you want from me?"
Asuka Kasahara put her hands on her chest cutely: "Just call her Asuka."
The voice is particularly waxy and soft, like the voice of a two-dimensional cute girl.
Fujiwara Izaya leaned back slightly, opened a distance that he thought was safe, and stared at her without speaking.
"I said senior..."
Asuka Kasahara put her hands on her hips, leaned forward, and pressed the tip of her nose very close to his: "Even if you like someone, you can't steal their stockings. Such behavior is very perverted!"
The familiar citrus scent rushed into his nose. Fujiwara Izaya took a sniff and asked, "Why do you say I stole it?"
"Someone got a picture!"
With that said, Asuka Kasahara turned on the screen of her mobile phone. In the photo above, there were indeed two pairs of stockings on the edge of Fujiwara Izaya's drawer.
"It seems there is no excuse." Fujiwara Izaya sighed softly.
"Tell me, how are you going to make amends, senior?" Asuka Kasahara sat down opposite him, and gracefully crossed her slender legs.
Fujiwara Izaya also noticed that she was wearing white stockings and her legs were slender and beautiful.
After admiring the beautiful legs for a few seconds, he turned his mind back to the fragrant fried pork chops and concentrated on cooking.
With the experience of talking and her information, Fujiwara Izaya will no longer be caught off guard by her like he did when they first met.
"It tastes good, huh?" Asuka Kasahara asked happily with a smile.
"It's very good. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and leaves a fragrant aroma on the lips and teeth." Fujiwara Izaya swallowed a bite of the fried pork cutlet and took a sip of the lemonade next to him. "The key is that the price is cheap, only 500 yen per serving, and it also comes with a side dish."
Unlimited fried eggs, vegetables, and rice are simply the only conscience of this aristocratic school."
"Who asked you to say this?" Asuka Kasahara sat upright and blinked her big watery eyes, "With a cute girl like Asuka, do you only care about the taste of food?"
"Pretending to be cute doesn't work for me!" Fujiwara Izaya replied calmly.
"snort!"
Kasahara Asuka glared at him unhappily, then showed a sly smile and stared at him with interest: "Please answer a few questions, otherwise I will spread the news about senior stealing socks."
"Excuse me."
For the sake of 5,000 points and ten consecutive draws, Fujiwara Izaya readily agreed.
Kasahara Asuka held her chin in her hands and asked in a very cute manner: "Who is your senior?"
"Ordinary people."
"People who describe themselves as ordinary people are often not trustworthy."
"You read Fitzgerald too?"
Asuka Kasahara shook her head: "I don't watch Fitzgerald, but I watch Leonardo."
"I also watch Leonardo," Fujiwara Izaya nodded and said with a smile: "Especially the scene of him running shirtless and holding a water gun in the sun. When I sit here and think about it, all I can think about is the four of me.
What it will look like after the age of ten."
"Haha, are you saying that you are as handsome as young Leonardo?"
"No way, I'm very humble."
Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "I've long been used to being the center of attention."
He looked really handsome. Kasahara Asuka raised the corners of her mouth and half-squinted her eyes: "Senior's way of speaking is quite interesting. Please keep communicating with Asuka in this way in the future!"
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and drank lemonade through a straw, too lazy to answer the conversation.