Evil schoolgirl stalks me

Kondo Yan hesitated and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true. And that woman is pretty good-looking. She invited me to drink and sit at her house, but I refused. After all, she still has a husband~" Natsume Yayoi said seriously.

Kondo Hiko chuckled and took another big bite of cake.

Dream about it.

And this plot is a bit too exciting...

The preparation bell for the second period rang, and Kaori Fujiwara walked into the classroom holding the lesson plan.

Natsume Yayoi raised her head and found that she had walked behind the desk.

go so fast?

Fujiwara Kaori noticed the gaze of Natsume Yayoi from the back of the classroom and glared at him with some embarrassment.

The latter blinked innocently, as if he didn't understand why she was angry.

After a while, Fujiwara Kaori slowly walked to the far left of the blackboard and started writing on the blackboard.

[Just the sound in my ears, the spring breeze blowing the bells]

Although she didn't turn around, she always felt like she was being stared at by a hot gaze.

His eyes fell on the crook of her legs, which made her legs weak.

After finally finishing Natsume Soseki's haiku, she quickly returned behind the desk and hid her legs.

But Natsume Yayoi has been admiring it for a while.

The difference from the morning is that now, the socks on her legs have turned black and the style is slightly different.

As for why this happened...

Because a certain woman was too easily coaxed, Natsume Yayoi [accidentally] convinced her to wear garters in the morning, pantyhose in the afternoon, and stockings during club activities...

Of course, this is not a waste, because after school, these stockings will be hidden in someone's schoolbag just like last night's stockings.

As for whether someone brought home so many pairs of stockings she had worn, whether they hid them or used them directly, Kaori Fujiwara didn't have the nerve to ask.

At this moment, she bit her lower lip hard.

The slight pain dispelled the heat on her cheeks, and she ignored the sight of a certain boy and began her afternoon lecture.

"During the period when naturalism was flourishing, Natsume Soseki's works showed a strong moral consciousness and a profound criticism of reality..."

Natsume Yayoi looked at the woman standing on the podium talking, admiring the intelligence and gentleness she showed when teaching, and her eyes became softer.

At this moment, the figure of a girl sitting on the window sill studying suddenly broke into his mind, as if intending to drag his thoughts elsewhere.

Natsume Yayoi allowed her consciousness to pass through the foggy world, pushed open the locked door, and the voice of Fujiwara Kaori became blurry in her ears.

In a classroom flooded with books, the girl sat leaning against the window, with red clouds and cherry blossoms dancing outside the window.

After carefully sketching Yukiyo Sakura's appearance again, Natsume Yayoi.

It feels like doing such a thing is easier than in the previous life. Is it because you are healthier?

"Natsume! Are you listening to the class!"

Fujiwara Kaori's scolding sounded suddenly.

After interrupting her thinking, Natsume Yayoi cast her gaze on Fujiwara Kaori's face.

The woman he saw was charming and gentle, and the mole on her left eye was very much in line with Xia Mu's aesthetics.

Next time you test your memory, let’s put the teacher into the classroom and try to outline it together...

"I'm listening very carefully," Natsume Yayoi said.

"Then what did I just say?"

"Natsume, are you listening to the class?" Natsume Yayoi honestly repeated what she just said.

Fujiwara Kaori chopped her foot twice angrily.

"That's not it!"

"His [Love Trilogy] exposes and criticizes the dark reality of Meiji society. Is this the sentence?"

"Eh?"

Fujiwara Kaori was a little surprised.

Just now, she felt that Natsume Yayoi's gaze was not so intense. From the way he raised his head and remained motionless, she judged that he was in a daze, but...

I didn't expect that he was actually listening to the class.

"Natsume is right. It seems that she is paying attention to the class." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fujiwara Kaori suddenly talked about something else, "Speaking of which, Natsume was ranked last in the school when he first entered the school. In just two Over the past few months, my results have improved by leaps and bounds.

This is inseparable from his attitude of listening to the class seriously.

Some students, just because they didn’t listen carefully in class and were always playing around with perfume and other things, ended up ranking at the top but fell a lot behind in the last exam..."

Sayuri Aikawa quietly put the perfume into the drawer.

Oops, Mr. Fujiwara discovered it...

It's all Natsume's fault!

If he hadn't said it smelled good, I wouldn't have wanted to touch it.

snort!

Chapter 125 Three women in the club classroom

After school, Natsume Yayoi stood at the door of the office and waited for a long time. Finally, the woman who had changed into another pair of socks came.

Fujiwara Kaori walked out of the door, noticed that his gaze was downward, and subconsciously blocked his eyes with something in her hand.

The touch of silk was mixed with the warmth and strong smell of perfume. At this moment, Natsume Yayoi was forced to become a pervert who sniffed women's original stockings.

one second, two seconds

After reacting, Fujiwara Kaori quickly tried to remove the stockings from his face, but was caught by Natsume Yayoi.

"Teacher, do you want to cover me to death?" The boy complained as he took the black pantyhose from her hand. "I will confiscate the crime tool."

Fujiwara Kaori did not let go immediately.

But Natsume Yayoi said: "This is the teacher's crime tool. I want to confiscate it as future evidence."

Seeing his serious nonsense, the woman pursed her lips slightly, rolled her eyes at him, and then let go of her hand.

"Hmph~ let's go." Fujiwara Kaori walked in front.

"teacher."

"Ok?"

"Actually, you don't need to wear perfume to cover up the smell. It doesn't smell bad."

Da da!

The high heels slipped, and the heels hit the ground with a hurried and panicked sound. After holding on to the wall with her left hand to barely maintain her figure, Fujiwara Kaori muttered without looking back, and then walked faster.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Natsume Yayoi jogged to keep up.

She quickened her pace again, and Natsume Yayoi followed her.

He couldn't walk too fast in high heels, so Kaori Fujiwara had no choice but to slow down.

At this time, Natsume Yayoi asked in surprise:

"Teacher, aren't you trying to compete with who can go faster? Are you admitting defeat?"

The woman turned around and stared at the innocent-looking Natsume Yayoi with shame and anger.

"Who wants to compete with you?"

Natsume Yayoi sighed.

"Aren't you going to compete? You are still looking forward to it. If the teacher's ankle is sprained like last time, he can still carry the teacher to the infirmary."

"What are you expecting?" The woman couldn't help but hit his forehead hard and said.

Her face turned red, either because she was angry or because she thought about what happened last time.

Natsume Yayoi turned her face to the side and said, "I hope some stupid woman will pay attention to whether she is wearing high heels or something."

"You actually called me a fool!"

"How dare I say that to you, teacher, but don't do it yourself~"

"you!"

Fujiwara Kaori raised her hand, ready to twist his ears this time.

However, seeing that he turned his face to the side with no intention of hiding, she didn't want to take action anymore.

After a moment, she chuckled, "You are such an awkward kid. You have to mince words to care about others. It's okay to be more frank."

Natsume Yayoi turned around, looked at the woman's smiling face, and said softly: "I knew the teacher would find out, so I deliberately acted so awkwardly."

Fujiwara Kaori was stunned for a moment.

"Let's go."

This time, it was Natsume Yayoi who took the lead.

After calming down, the woman took two steps faster and followed Natsume Yayoi.

"...cunning~" she muttered.

"Cunning is rewarded, isn't it?" Natsume Yayoi raised the stockings in her hand.

Fujiwara Kaori hurriedly grabbed his hand, stuffed the items in his hand into his arms, and then looked around nervously.

She was relieved when she found no one in the corridor.

Then, she complained in a low voice: "Pretend it! Why are you holding it in your hand! What if someone sees it?"

Seeing how nervous she was, a sentence suddenly popped into Yayoi Natsume's mind, and he said it without thinking.A word comes to mind,