The former is more exciting, while the latter is more moisturizing and refreshing. What do you think... You must experience both methods of guidance before you have any regrets!
Thinking about how to make the picture in his mind come true, Fujiwara Izaya sat there holding the pen for the entire afternoon, without writing a single word.
The sun is shining and the spring breeze is blowing.
In the small room, the little priest was thinking about things in front of his desk, and the little witch was quietly cartooning behind him.
The fragrance of cherry blossoms floats in the air.
The sun slowly arced towards the horizon.
Dusk has come.
The setting sun that came in through the window dyed the room a beautiful honey color, and the cool breeze that blew in flipped the notebooks on the table.
Fujiwara Izaya put down his pen and relaxed his arms.
I raised my head and took a look out the window. Today's sunset seemed extremely huge. The entire sky was dyed blood red, and it was almost eerily beautiful.
The devil's hour has come.
At this time every day, due to the chaos caused by the alternation of yin and yang, the monsters and monsters that have been hiding during the day can take the opportunity to come out and cause trouble. If a person walking alone on the road accidentally encounters it, he will be confused and lose consciousness.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at the girl behind him.
Asuka Kasahara sat on a pile of books, holding her chin with one hand and staring at the sunset outside the window in a daze.
The cool breeze of late spring swayed her orange hair, and her beautiful little ears were looming. This scene looked very much like the prelude to a confession in some kind of youth love series.
"Asuka-san." Fujiwara Izaya shouted.
"Huh?" Kasahara Asuka turned her head, with a faint smile in her clear eyes like a newborn deer.
Is this just pretending... Fujiwara Izaya stood up with a normal expression and said while smoothing the wrinkles of his clothes: "It's time for us to set off."
"Oh, right now." Kasahara Asuka threw the half-read comic book on Fujiwara Izaya's bed, stood up with her Prada handbag, "Where is the bathroom? Asuka needs to change clothes."
"Change clothes?"
"Yes, a miko costume!"
"Oh, go out and turn left, it's the penultimate room at the end of the corridor."
Kasahara Asuka walked out of the door with her bag, and two seconds later poked her head into the house from outside the door. Her delicate little face showed a sweet smile to Fujiwara Izaya: "Senior, please don't come over and peek. Asuka has a very good figure.
There’s not a trace of excess fat above or below.”
"I also have a good figure, standard eight-pack abs." Fujiwara Izaya shrugged and gave her a stingy expression: "I won't show it to you either."
"Asuka and senpai are really a match made in heaven." Asuka Kasahara smiled very happily.,
Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously: "How can you tell?"
"For example, I am The Devil Wears Prada," Asuka Kasahara pointed to the Prada handbag in her hand, and then pointed to the Uniqlo T-shirt on Izaya Fujiwara, "Senpai is a squatter wearing Uniqlo.
Aren't they just a perfect match?"
"This can only show that there is a class conflict between the two of us." Fujiwara Izaya replied calmly.
"Class conflicts are not irreconcilable. As long as I marry into Asuka's family in the future, it will be fine. Bye~~" Kasahara Asuka waved her little hand, leaving a bright smile on Fujiwara Izaya's face, and then her little head disappeared at the door.
Bringing in a wife?
You're just a mortal, you want to eat shit.
Fujiwara Izaya simply put away the table, walked out of the worship hall, pushed the Honda Syaoran out, and waited for the little miko to change clothes at the door.
After waiting for half an hour, the little miko Kasahara came out.
Orange hair is combed into a retro Ji style, with red and white knots on the temples. She is wearing a white top, undershirt and scarlet hakama, in traditional red and white tones. She also wears a white feather fabric on her upper body and cuffs.
Embroidered with pink cherry blossoms.
"senior--"
Kasahara Asuka cried out sweetly, gently pinched Haori with her fingertips, and gracefully turned it around in front of him: "Is Asuka like this beautiful?"
The voice is soft and innocent.
Fujiwara Izaya was just about to answer when a gust of wind blew from somewhere and the two old cherry trees swayed as if it was raining. The cherry blossoms in the sky fell with the wind and the ground was covered with a pink carpet.
Asuka Kasahara stepped on her clogs and pink carpet, walking towards him from the cherry blossom rain.
A noble and luxurious girl, her outstanding grace, elegant movements, and every gesture are full of beauty.
You little bitch is so scheming... Izaya Fujiwara complained in her heart.
The gust of wind just now was the wind control spell cast by the school girl. He could see it very clearly, because when she was spinning in circles, fluctuations of divine power suddenly appeared in the air, and blue light also flowed from her fingertips.
Walking up to him, Asuka Kasahara stretched out her white palm to catch the petals.
"Senior, look, even the cherry blossoms can't help but bloom for Asuka." She said happily.
Her voice is a clear and melodious girlish voice, but her expression is a bit charming of a mature woman. The two completely opposite temperaments are wonderfully blended together. She is a pure and lustful beautiful girl, which makes people's hearts sway.
Fujiwara Izaya looked tiredly at the smiling little devil: "You are so young, how can you come up with so much scheming?"
"Ah, isn't this bad?"
Kasahara Asuka smiled nonchalantly.
She raised her palm and blew gently on Fujiwara Izaya.
"call--"
The gorgeous petals of the Yae Sakura come to your nose with a burst of fragrance.
While inhaling the fragrance of cherry blossoms, Fujiwara Izaya was also passively inhaling her breath.
For a moment, she actually felt a little dizzy, and she didn't know if she had some drug in her mouth.
Kasahara Asuka took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands and asked, "Senior, you haven't answered the question yet. Is Asuka beautiful?"
“It’s beautiful!”
Fujiwara Izaya answered honestly.
In terms of age comparison, apart from Rinko Hoshimi, he has never seen another high school student who can rival her in appearance.
Kasahara Asuka then asked: "How does it compare with Hoshimi-senpai?"
"Uh..." Fujiwara Izaya thought about it and replied, "Of course Asuka."
"You're the one who said that because Senior is not here, right?" Asuka Kasahara directly pointed out his inner laughter.
"Yes." Fujiwara Izaya was very honest.
"Senior is a big idiot, how could he answer like that?" Kasahara Asuka covered her small lips with a handkerchief elegantly like an ancient lady, staring at him with a pair of clear and bright eyes: "Suppose Hoshimi-senpai is here,
How would senior answer?"
"Well, in order to avoid being in the Shura field, I am sure that neither of them will offend." Fujiwara Izaya got on the Honda Syaoran and held the handlebars with both hands. "If she is here, I will say that she is as beautiful as a plum blossom.
You are as beautiful as a cherry blossom."
"Is there any difference?" Asuka Kasahara asked innocently.
"The beauty of cherry blossoms is luxurious and aggressive; the beauty of plum blossoms is clear, solemn, and awe-inspiring; there is no distinction between the beauty of the two, but the artistic conception is different. It just depends on the mood of the viewer.
"
"Haha, senior can indeed talk." Asuka Kasahara burst into laughter.
She seemed very satisfied with this answer. She stopped teasing Fujiwara Izaya and sat directly on the back seat of Honda Syaoran. She waved her hand forward: "Silver Dragon, let's go!"
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly opened the back door.
boom--
chug--
Cough cough cough——
Then the Honda Wolf stalled.
"Senior's skills are so bad!" Asuka Kasahara complained.
"Don't blame me," Fujiwara Izaya started the engine again and explained: "There is too much water in the exhaust pipe and it hasn't had time to drain out."
"If there is more water in the pipe, shouldn't it feel more moist?"
"..."
"Senior, why did you stop?"
"..."
"With less friction, the sprint should be faster."
"..."
"Senior, please move quickly, Asuka can't wait any longer!"