Fantasy System

In the women's locker room, three pretty Yingying girls stand on the edge of the bench in the center of the dressing room. The exquisite figure and the body that shines under the light and the face without any whitewash make the surrounding change The girls in the clothes have shown their envy and awkward look.

Xia Zhiqiu Shi Yu dialed a long black straight hair, took out the kimono in the closet from the cupboard and wrapped it around the waist. The perfect S curve appeared at this moment. .

Her face cheeks with a touch of hot spring after the hot spring, satisfied stretched out, said: "I have to say that although this hot spring travel has an eye-opening person, but it is very comfortable in the bubble. Both body and mind are relaxed."

Yuki Asuna’s exquisite jade feet stepped on the chair in the locker room, holding the **** stockings with both hands and putting it on the shiny thighs, listening to the sarcasm of Xia Zhiqiu’s poetry. A faint response from the back: "The hot springs are really comfortable, but some people are always disturbing and unhappy."

The face of Xia Zhiqiu Yu Yu immediately became cold: "What do you say?"

"What do you say?"

.....

Looking at the two people who were mad at each other, Yingli Pear surrounded the smallest kimono in the locker room and quickly hung around, and smiled bitterly.

Is it only the most uncomfortable for me to soak in the hot springs?

In the hot springs, the two women said that their chest is big, and finally it is really better than the final, although the final is not the winner, but Ying Li pear always feels that the biggest blow is her.

Her two plus together does not seem to be as good as tomorrow's one.....

Subconsciously squeezed the hills and peaks of their own slight rise, even if the squeeze can only force a gap.

At this moment, Yingli pear seriously felt that she knew this before. It seems that this time the hot spring trip she should not come, I am looking for abuse?

The war in the locker room did not last long. It seems that the two women had just finished the hot springs, and they did not ease from the cozy charm. They were too lazy to bother with each other.

The three women changed their clothes and went out of the locker room, but they did not imagine the same, and saw the long-awaited Mufan outside.

Is it still not coming out?

Mu Fan, who has always thought that he will never be absent, will wait for the idea in the heart of the outside Yuki Asuna.

Yuki Asuna naturally decided to wait for Mufan to come out at the door. Her sight swept over, but found that Yingli pear and Xia Zhiqiu Yu Yu did not leave at all. They could not help but ask Xiao Xiuqi Shi Yu coldly: "You stay What are you doing here? Why not leave?"

"This is not your home, do you want me to go? What are you doing here?" Xia Zhiqiu Yu Yu swayed her long hair, indifferently asked.

"This is not your home, do you want me to stay here?"

Tomorrow turned a blind eye.

She didn't want to stay here waiting for Mufan's things to be known by Xia Zhiqiu Shi Yu, otherwise the time with Mu Fan alone may be disturbed by Xia Zhiqiu Yu Yu, so Mingnai did not respond to Xia Zhiqiu's poetry. problem.

And Yingli pear saw the two people sideways and did not care about each other, she has no place to go, simply stood in the middle of two people bored looking at the door of the men's locker room.

The three women are in such a sky full of stars, looking at the sky with their hearts and minds.

......

"Boom!"

At the same time, a wooden crisp sound resounded in the Kendo Department.

Mu Fan sat on the ground with his head in a painful beggar: "Do not fight, do not fight, Ping Yujing teacher, is your victory!"

Ping Weijing held a wooden sword in the palm of her hand and looked at Mu Fan, who was holding her head. She knew that her previous hit was not painful. She could not help but urge: "My serenity sword 13 sword, you only I won’t be able to resist the nine swords. What about the other four swords?”

Of course, even so, the calm heart is full of shock.

In fact, the beginning of the competition, the martial arts began to be less like her, but in the later battle, she actually found that Mu Fan’s swordsmanship was a little bit progressive, and even faintly suppressed her strength, if not her temporary If she is in a hurry, she will be planted in the hands of Mufan.

Mu Fan also thought about it. In fact, he was just a simple peace and quiet than the sword, and his body barely reacted.

For example, he is useless than ordinary people's speed and physique. He is just as peaceful and quiet as ordinary people, because the first sound says that once he accelerates to kick off the flat sword, he wants to bring the sword of the game into the sword. The reality is hard.

Therefore, in this fusion of the point, his realistic understanding of the sword is also progressing. Unexpectedly, he is too addicted to the joy of progress, and he has eaten a dark loss of peace and quiet.

Mu Fan can be sure that he will stand up again, and Ping Jing will be defeated.

But then again, he wants to calm down in the school to perform a dance such as a sword. He naturally can't beat Ping Weijing again. He just sat on the ground and asked: "Ping Jing Jing, your sword is so powerful. You should understand that you are very suitable for the show."

Ping Quiet but indifferent shook his head: "It’s impossible to use a sword. The first point I am a teacher is naturally not to promote violence."

“Do you still have less violence?”

Mu Fan rolled his eyes. The bad boy in the whole class heard the name of Ping Weijing as if the mouse had seen the cat. Such an iron fist left the woman, she said she was not violent?

Hehe..... let me smile.

"The second point, from the previous showdown, it has been used for so long to deal with you. Isn't it a shame to take it out?"

Ping Yujing re-inserts the sword in the corner of the sword and explains.

Mu Fan’s heart was amazed. I didn’t expect Ping Jingjing to see the clue of the battle. He could only hurriedly encourage: “This sword method, even if it is a member of the school’s Kendo Department, needs to call you a teacher. ”

In fact, Mu Fan’s words are from the heart. Ping Yujing’s understanding of Kendo is not bad. It can be performed in front of outsiders.

"forget it."

Ping Yujing took off the protective clothing of the Kendo, and flashed a touch of lost color in the scorpion. He sighed: "The kendo is not able to get the school performance after all, maybe I have been causing all kinds of calculation errors. I can't get married, the previous friend's wedding is also....."

Looking at the self-abuse smile on his face, Mu Fan’s heart was tight.

At this moment, Mufan has a feeling that Ping Jingjing does not seem to like her now.

Or, although her title in school is the humanoid killing weapon, the iron fist is left, but her heart does not like to use violence.

For example, just since the peace and quiet have not been married, this sentence is naturally not calm and can not get married, or often being jealous.

On the contrary, it is too easy to find a man with a quiet family and beauty. She has no love. She hopes to find someone who can understand her.

But no one has been able to understand her, and she has not been determined to be with whom.

In the heart of Mufan, Ping Jingjing is a teacher who has always been considered for students. How could she be willing to really play students?

Even more will not agree to perform such a program as Kendo at the Academy Festival.

With thoughts in his heart, Mu Fan left Pingdao room with Ping Yujing. At the invitation of Ping Jingjing, she entered the vip room on the third floor. No one talked along the way.

Sitting in a chair, Ping Weijing poured a cup of tea on Mufan. Mufan gently licked a small mouth, and tasted the mellowness in the bitterness. He couldn’t help but see that there was such a lady. On the other hand, he is also proficient in tea ceremony.

Mufan took a sip and hesitated. He asked, "What is your favorite teacher?"

In Mu Fan's view, since Kendo is quiet and does not like performances, there are still other talents that are suitable for peace.

Ping Jingjing was silent, at the same time, her eyes inadvertently fell on the piano in the room: "Maybe, the piano should be OK."