Kyoto Shenyin Love Story

Chapter 186 Small Actions

In the morning, the classroom of Class A of the first year.

"Student Asagiri, please read the first two paragraphs on page 180."

Suddenly being called by the teacher, he looked up at Wuling and stopped the pen in his hand.

She got up quickly, holding the English textbook, and her tone of voice was flat, without any ups and downs.

“Why does poor sleep weaken willpower? It is because”

The first class in class A in the morning is English, and the teacher is Kazuo Narita, a young male teacher.

With an ordinary appearance and a mediocre personality, he has no sense of presence among the teachers in Class A, and not many students below pay attention to him.

After reading two paragraphs of English without hindrance, Chao Wuling stopped and looked at him.

"Okay, thank you, Asagiri, please take a seat. Did Class A adjust the seats? The teacher just memorized everyone's names and seats, and now we have to start all over again."

There were few responses below, and Narita Kazuo didn't care, and turned to point to the long sentence on the blackboard.

"Let's look at this part of the passage..."

Resting his head in one hand and holding the pen in the other hand, turning it occasionally, Sogu stared at the blackboard intently, but he wasn't too focused.

Therefore, when he felt a slight touch from behind, he immediately reacted.

He turned his head suddenly, and Yoshikawa in the back seat stretched out his arms, obviously caught off guard.

"Zongya..." She withdrew her hand, "Zongya is too tall, blocking my sight."

"The blackboard is not in front of this column either."

"I don't care. Move a little further to the side."

Still in class, Soya didn't want to get entangled with her too much, and obediently leaned to the left, with his elbows against the classroom wall, his upper body facing the open rear window.

The sky is cloudy, gray and white in color, and it moves very slowly, but you can still see it if you stare at it for a long time.

"It's the first time I've sat in the corner of the back row of the classroom since I was a child." He looked into the distance, and Yoshikawa whispered behind him, "It's completely different from sitting in the front."

"yes."

Contrary to her, Soya, who was tall and burly from a young age, has never experienced the feeling of sitting in the front row.

Thinking of something, he looked back again, and his eyes fell on her glasses.

"Suddenly so far away, can you still see the blackboard clearly?"

"I can see it." Yoshikawa smiled at him, and pushed the glasses on his nose again, "Did Soya forget, these are the glasses just changed in spring."

Soya didn't say anything, and turned back.She was a little happy and wanted to chat with him a little more.

Scanning the long English sentence with clear words on the blackboard, Yoshikawa's eyes didn't stay for half a second before falling on his uniform again.

"Songya's seat is really a good place. I feel that nothing I do here will be discovered by the teacher."

"..."

Looking up at the English teacher on the podium, Soya took a while to answer her words: "Then you think too much."

"Hey, can you see it?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, you can do something casually... such as raising your hand, the teacher will definitely see it."

"Hands are raised, no one can see."

"You don't need to lift it up. Lift it up a little, and you can see it clearly on the podium." He paused, "Let's talk about it after class."

"Oh."

Soya looked at the blackboard, but he didn't fully withdraw his attention, and the female classmate behind him was silent for less than 2 minutes.

"Soya, I raised my hand, but Narita-sensei didn't see it."

"..."

He turned his head and saw that Yoshikawa had indeed raised his hand, but he deliberately hid it behind his back.

"Are you a primary school student?"

She waved that hand and smiled again, "You should make good use of Soya's height. Sit a little further to the right."

"I said, Yoshikawa... is still in class."

"Huh? Is there something Soya doesn't understand, I can teach you."

Soya remained silent.

Learning is very important, very important, this is his consistent principle.If there was something he couldn't understand, he wouldn't talk to her in class.

But the actual situation now is that he, Yoshikawa, and Asagiri are waiting at the finish line for the other 20 or so students in class A, and the progress of the course being held back by them.

He couldn't pay too much attention to the content he had already mastered.

Soya looked again at Asagiri in front of him.

From the beginning of class, she has been writing quickly, writing something in the notes, but she didn't look at the blackboard at all.

What are you writing?

He sat up straight and moved forward a little. The height difference between them allowed him to easily see the contents of the notes.

"..."

There is not a single English letter, all Chinese characters or hiragana.

He saw in it the names of several poets of the Muromachi period.

She's also doing her own thing.

Being able to read and write, having thousands of years of experience, and having a huge reserve of literary knowledge, the Ministry of Literature and Art really found a treasure...

Soya was thinking wildly here, Yoshikawa stretched out his hand again and stopped on his back.

"Soya, it's too far away...you lean back a little, and help me block it."

"What is Yoshikawa going to do?"

"Do nothing."

"so be it."

She was a little dissatisfied, and she poked his back with her fingers, exerting more strength, but it was still not painful or itchy to Sogu... even a little comfortable.

He was unmoved, his back still straight.The soft fingertips kept falling on the white uniform, poking and changing places, forming a circle inadvertently.

Unintentional gradually became intentional, she paused for a few seconds as if reminding him, and then continued to poke.

It is still a circle, but there is a depression on the top and a protruding point on the bottom.

"..."

Love... Although the shape is somewhat nondescript, it may also be a deviation in his perception.

After reading the message she sent, Soya was even more unable to respond.

After stopping his fingers, Yoshikawa also stared at him nervously.Seeing that he still didn't respond, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and was inevitably a little disappointed.

What followed was a burst of annoyance: the most unsettling of all.

From his attitude towards her, she couldn't feel any definite meaning - recently, the vague feeling of being kept away was deliberately ignored by her at this time.

The fingertip pressed harder, and kept turning at one point, as if trying to penetrate his back, and then drew an arc, stopping at the side close to the armpit.

"..."

Sogu, who was as immobile as a mountain, suddenly reacted, although he only moved aside a little.

"Eh?"

Yoshikawa was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening, and poked him on the back again.

"..."

This time, Soya simply turned his head around and stared at her.

"Stop it."

"Is this Soya's weak point?"

"No."

She stretched out her hand, and he dodged to the side.

"What is that Zongya hiding?"

"A little itchy."

"Just a little?"

"Okay, it's itchy..."

Soya looked at her and sighed, "What the hell is Yoshikawa trying to do?"

Yoshikawa looked back at him and mustered up his courage:

"I want Soya to accompany me to buy swimsuits... because... because boys' opinions are also important. The only boy I can find and trust is Soya."

"..."

He fell silent, turned away, and leaned back again.

"I have no aesthetic in swimsuits."

He gave in...

The corners of her mouth were bent, and she leaned forward on the table, responding to him in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter, Soya just needs to rely on his feeling."

"Based on feeling... No matter which one Yoshikawa chooses, I will say it looks good."

"Hmph, I also trust my vision."

Her hand fell on his back again, poking and scratching with her fingertips lightly, not touching that "weak spot".

"I'll pick out a few first, and Soya just needs to pick out the one that you think looks best."

Looking at the azure blue where the clouds opened outside the window, Soya nodded after taking a long breath.

"I see."

"Hmm, then it's settled~"

"Don't forget to call Kirino and Suzu."

"...I see."

Yoshikawa pouted, "I was going to call them."

"Ah."

"Does Soya know where to buy swimsuits?"

"I don't know. I won't be going to Kyoto."

"Kyoto...it's not impossible."

"No." Sogu shook his head, "It's too far away."

In other words, there are too many places to visit there, and the unit of time loss will change from "hours" to "days" if you are not careful.

"Okay." Yoshikawa didn't take it seriously, "Then go to the shopping mall in Otsu. Akane and I used to choose swimsuits in the swimwear shop there."

"Ah."

He responded, and then he was about to sit up straight again, but she held his shoulders and pulled him back.

"Don't move... Just lean on Soya, and block the teacher's sight for me by the way. Anyway, it will save you effort."

"Although it saves effort, it seems arrogant to others to lean on like this in class."

"Who dares to have an opinion?"

"..."

He glanced back, Yoshikawa took the phone behind his back, and was sending a message to someone.

"It turns out that there is an even more arrogant person here."

Keeping her eyes on the screen, she smiled.

"It feels like Yoshikawa has changed a lot recently."

"..."

The fingers touching the screen stopped.

"I'm a flexible top student...change is the norm."

"yes."

And it's not all because of you...

(End of this chapter)