Guitar, loneliness and the blue sea

When mentioning this matter, Busujima Sakurako also showed a sad expression.

"Oh, I accidentally provoked his sister. That bastard girl in black stockings, full of bad intentions, accurately seduced me into stepping on Yusuke's thunder."

"Is that so..."

Kitahara Iori scratched his head.

"Then you still fell into the trap yourself, didn't you?"

"Yeah...because...because..."

Busushima was a little nervous.

"Because I only judge people based on their looks and money!"

"You have the nerve to say it?!" Iori complained.

"Is there any problem? Otherwise, why are you watching?" Busu Dao looked indifferent.

"It depends on your character! It depends on your character! What kind of friends are you surrounded by on Busujima?"

"Even if you have a good personality and good character, the difference between you and Yusuke-kun is still about the same as the difference between shit and gold..." she said without mercy.

"And it's so noisy. Don't call me Busu Island. I hate this name."

"Oh...I see, she is an ugly girl." Iori smiled warmly.

(Bujima is homophonic to Ugly Girl in Japanese)

Snapped--

Busujima grabbed Iori's face with one hand.

"You kid is very arrogant."

"No." Iori pulled his hand away, "Then what else would I call you?"

"Let me think about it...then you can call me Sakurako-sama."

"You've already called me by name, why do you need to add the suffix 'Sir'?"

"If you are the kind of handsome guy I like, like Yusuke-kun, then you can call me whatever you want. But since you are like this, you should use honorifics."

Iori curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

Come on, Bichi is just looking at what others are doing...

"So? What do you want to do when you stop me?"

He glanced at the beer in his hand and saw that it was no longer ice cold.

Standing outside in the middle of the summer and talking about names like this is like a retard!

It's better to finish talking quickly and leave quickly.

"I said, you and Yusuke-kun are familiar with each other, right?" Sakurako changed her tone.

"You're quite familiar with him. I'm on my way to his house right now."

"Then...can you tell me, what are his hobbies?"

"what?"

Iori was confused.

"I said, it's been like that, you haven't given up on him yet?"

"I like someone very seriously."

Busujima flipped up his short hair.

"Look, I cut my hair into the shape of Keiko Saito, the heroine in "Sakura Encounter"! And I also ordered his high school uniform, so I'm going to apologize to him..."

"I see..."

Kitahara Iori pondered for a moment.

"I'm really serious... I really like his looks, figure and money..."

Girls definitely like it when they dress up or even change their hairstyle for strangers.

"That's true. Is there any problem?" Busujima Sakurako said confidently.

"No problem, but..."

He spread his hands.

"It's useless even if you dress like this. The gap between heart and soul is irreparable by appearance."

"My soul is also beautiful, right?"

Iori quirked the corners of his mouth.

"No, the difference between you and that heroine is simply the difference between shit and gold."

Yeah!

Busujima took half a step back.

This guy is pretty good!

He looks like a fool, but he's also a scumbag.

"Hmph, I don't believe it. All his seventeen ex-girlfriends have such pure hearts."

“Seventeenth term???!!!”

Kitahara Iori was not shocked now, his eyes were about to burst out.

The little uncle in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance!

How can it be repaired?That bastard Kasumigaoka Yusuke... what kind of magical life did he live in high school...

It’s really a drought and a flood!Why do you want to go to a boys' school?

He regretted it so much. He should have multiplied the number of hatreds on the big pendulum swinging at Yusuke at that time, and let him use his thighs to break to repay the debt of the year!

"Okay, okay, it's useless for you to be jealous." Busujima clearly saw Iori's mood, after all, it was written on his face, "Even if you two reverse roles, you can't reach his level. "

"Go to hell! That guy is obviously a scumbag with a disconnected brain, right?!"

"Oh? So you know him very well?" Busu Dao became interested.

"More than just understanding! We played boxing in the izakaya, passed notes during the exam, wore a kilt and wrestled with the uncle, and recently I just exploded the professor's balls!"

"That's it! How interesting! As expected of Yusuke-kun!" Busujima smiled happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Iori complained loudly, "You don't think this is cool, do you? I've basically done all these things! Am I handsome?"

"No, it's disgusting what you did, but he looked cool when he did it."

"You fucking!"

218 Love rivals meet, extremely jealous 3k

"So, what did you want to do when you called me to stop?"

In fact, although Busujima Sakurako's name sounds homophonic to Ugly Girl, she is definitely not Ugly Girl.

According to the public evaluation system, if the perfect score is ten, both appearance and figure will be eight points.

Because being naked all the time was considered a pervert, Kitahara Iori was not popular with the opposite sex at school. Girls would avoid him when they saw him.

If such a beautiful girl took the initiative to talk to him, he would be happy.

However, the attributes of this money-worshiping woman are a bit...

And for some reason, I also like that lucky bastard Yusuke...

Although she doesn't like money-worshipping traits, Busujima Sakurako seems like the kind of woman who is straightforward and dares to love and hate.

Iori thinks this is pretty good.

"I think about it..."

Busujima Sakurako pondered for a moment.

"Tell me first what Yusuke-kun likes?"

"No, you have to have a begging attitude when asking for help, right? Why should I help you?" Iori complained while wiping his sweat, "Besides, can't we chat in a cooler place? It's too hot, my The beer is lukewarm.”

"There's an ice cream shop opposite." Busujima pointed to the freshmen dormitory opposite, "You treat me?"

"Why? That's so unreasonable. I have to leave."

After saying that, Iori turned around and left.

"Hey, don't leave!" Du Dao quickly stopped him.

"In this case, I'll treat you to ice cream, and you can help me advise."

"Can Yusuke's information be bought with a meal of ice cream..." Iori complained with a black line on his face.

Busushima was a little confused.

"Isn't the friendship between boys the same as plastic? By the way, the same is true between girls."

"Don't think so dirty of others! Sometimes there are real brothers!"

For some reason, Iori's two comments were not as sharp as before.

Think carefully about the past...

The brotherhood between myself and everyone...

plastic?Styrofoam is pretty much it!

"Ahem... If Yusuke just likes something, then there's no harm in telling you."

The two walked side by side towards the ice cream shop without looking at each other.

"What? Say it quickly."

"Yusuke likes his sister." Kitahara Iori calmly told the cruel truth.

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Busudao was silent for a long time.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his chest.

"...Then I have to get my breasts enlarged."

"It's not because of that! Why is your head like Yamamoto's?"

"Kidding."

The pink-haired girl shook her head vigorously.

"I can't do that, maintain the image of a goddess and like disgusting two-dimensional things..."

"Look, this is your problem."

Iori said in a tone that saw everything through.

"Not only his sister, but also Yusuke and Kohei, they all like anime, comics, and the like. If you hate this so much, naturally you have nothing to talk to them about."

"Kenghei? Is he that handsome guy with blond hair?" Busujima's eyes widened, "He's also a nerd? Oh... By the way... I remember he did say he wanted to go to that seiyuu concert."

"Yes. So, since you want to chase him, it's basic to go with him, right?"

Kitahara Iori opened the door of the ice cream shop, and instantly, the coolness of the air conditioner hit her face, making her whole body feel comfortable.

At that moment, he ignored the fact that he still had six cans of beer and a pornographic magazine in his hand, and also ignored the strange looks from everyone in the store.

Not only him, Busujima, who had been standing outside for a long time, also felt great.

The two closed their eyes together.

"kimochi..."

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