Scum Coercion

She screamed as if she had encountered a ghost around the corner, then her legs gave way, and she stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Hey... am I that scary?"

It was a face I was somewhat familiar with.

Full of childishness and youthful atmosphere, but it seems that there is a feeling of lack of self-confidence. When she looked up at me, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her cherry pink mouth opened and closed.The most impressive thing is some cute Chinese doll heads. It is hard to imagine that people of this age will wear such a childish hairstyle... No, this hairstyle may be quite suitable for her underdeveloped figure like bletilla striata .

The girl sitting on the ground didn't seem to have regained her senses, her big eyes blinked all the time, and it made me feel very embarrassed to keep silent.

I've seen this guy before, what's his name like?

"Hey, are you following me?"

If it was a complete stranger, I might feel that I had too much self-awareness, but if it was this familiar girl, then she should really be following me.

And again being pressed by me with words, the girl seemed to realize something, and hurriedly stood up while leaning on the wall.

"sorry!"

She put her hands on her knees and lowered her head to me with a hesitant expression.

"Ah, really..."

"I, I have many reasons..."

The girl's hands were shaking wildly and her words were incoherent.

"Let's not talk about this, what's your name?"

"Ugh... don't you remember..."

As if hit by something, the girl showed a disappointed expression.

But she shook her head quickly, as if trying to put her frustration behind her.

"I, my name is Sydney! Senior Yu Takezawa, you must remember!"

"Uh... ok, Sydney, right?"

"Yes, yes, please remember!"

Xueli in front of her clenched her hands into fists in front of her chest, her eyes sparkled with serious emotions, like a hamster.Like ordinary girls, she was wearing the familiar summer uniform of the school, a white shirt and a blue skirt, and brown leather shoes on her slender legs wrapped in white stockings.

Although the chest is very flat, the butt is very flat, and the curve of the body is not so impressive at first glance, but it is still a characteristic.

Ahhh no, why do I have to subconsciously comment on women's figures every time!

I always felt that the girl in front of me was a little unexpectedly emotional. In order not to let things go in a complicated direction, I could only ask her patiently.

"So you are looking for me for something?"

"Ah... yes, yes!"

She nodded as if remembering something.

For some reason, she reached into the pocket of her skirt, but didn't take out something immediately.

In Sydney, she clearly showed a timid and hesitant expression.

"I, I have something I want to show Senior Zhu."

"Ah~~ What is it?"

Her soft voice is very pleasant, of course, what makes me most secretly happy is the voice of the senior, which makes me, who has not received much treatment from the elders, feel very refreshed.

"This is it!"

She pulled out a thing.

When I saw that thing, the expression on which I had managed to pretend to be calm suddenly stopped.

That, is Fat Times, right?Is it really fat times?Although it is not a very fancy style, the pure white triangular fat times with a bow in the center appeared in front of me very realistically.

And something even more shocking is yet to come.

"Hey!"

As if to cheer herself up, Xueli yelled briskly while putting Pangci on her head. She didn't know if it was a breach of harmony, but two clumps of her hair just went through Pangci's hole.

This, what is this! ! !

Why would a girl put on her own fat times in front of me! !

No, it doesn't matter whether it belongs to me or not.

"You, what are you doing?"

When I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was not normal, sharp and out of tune like a drake stuck in the neck, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Senior, this, this is what you wrote in your letter, put your underwear on your head, you can win love..."

Sydney's face was flushed, her big eyes looked at me anxiously, but she still said so hopefully.

Hearing this, I suddenly remembered something.

Yesterday, I replied to several letters, and in one of them, I wrote something like "If you want to be loved, put a fat bag on your head" to the person.

"Is that person you? That girl who worries about being in love?"