The Pursuit Story of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Yukino-chan? Is that so?" Yuigahama shook her head puzzled, looking at Yukinoshita to one side.

"puff--"

Daisuke almost didn't laugh.

Snow sauce?

When did Yukinoshita have such a cute name, or did something unexpected happen during my absence?

"Gorilla-kun, can you put away that ugly smile of yours? Showing such a disgusting expression in public really makes people feel no joy at all." Yukinoshita heard Daisuke's laughter, As if seeing through the latter's heart, he gave Daisuke a hard look.

"Xue Naojiang, did I cause you any trouble? Do you feel very unhappy?"

"I—" When Yukinoshita hesitated to speak, it was Daisuke who held back the smile in his heart and waved his hand at Yuigahama, and said with a smile: "Hey, the minister doesn't think you're causing her trouble, But the current minister is a little shy because of your 'Yuki Nao-chan' from Yubihama, don't worry, this is the most real side of Yukinoshita, she is not angry at all."

After Daisuke finished speaking, Yuigahama nodded thoughtfully and said softly, "Is that so?"

"Mr. Orangutan!" Yukinoshita's voice inexplicably raised a lot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my mouth is cheap for a while, and my mouth is cheap for a while." Daisuke hypocritically used the word "cheap mouth" to describe himself, looking at his face, he didn't know whether he was flushed because of anger or other reasons Yukinoshita, Daisuke patted Yukinoshita on the shoulder. "Don't mind too much, I, puff, I, Yubihama-san, are you also kind, puff, Yukino-chan! Puff puff puff——"

Daisuke is definitely playing cheap, completely playing cheap to Yukinoshita,

Anyway, he felt that even so, Yukinoshita had nothing to do with him.

"Gorilla-kun, you are really courageous..." He was not in a hurry to pat Daisuke's hand on his shoulder, but Yukinoshita's expression was completely devoid of anger, and he just raised his hand slightly. With a glance, the voice was filled with a rather strange and playful emotion.

"I have nothing to be afraid of. I remember Yukinoshita that you don't seem to like being rough. I... what are you doing, trash-kun."

Unknowingly, I felt that the surrounding atmosphere became a little strangely quiet,

Daisuke noticed that Araragi looked at Yukinoshita gloatingly, as if he couldn't bear something, imitating what he had just done, and patted himself on the shoulder.

Isn't it just to tease Yukinoshita a little bit, why are you so excited, Araragi, aren't you gloating in place?

"Pff—— Daisuke-kun, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but, puff—"

Imitating his own laughter, Araragi blushed as if he couldn't bear the fact, and laughed.

"——I really can't stand it anymore, Daisuke-kun, I stopped you because we are good friends. Don't you think there is one more person in this activity room?"

There is one more person?

joke,

Do you think even if there are two more people,

Will I be afraid?

Without thinking carefully, Daisuke disdainfully pushed away Araragi's hand on his shoulder,

Isn't it just multiple people?

How many people?

individual?

people

what...

The echo in my heart is rippling in Daisuke's heart

……

……

"..."

Cold sweat gradually soaked Daisuke's forehead in an instant.

And then,

Sitting in the corner and looking out the window at a beautiful purple shadow, he said softly.

Dazzling movements like a peacock spreading its tail,

In a sea of ​​cold and gleaming stationery

She turned to the rather immature teenager,

Said.

"Ignore my existence, and do such a thing in front of me, Daisuke-kun, what should I do?"

Chapter 40 Out of the Door

Chapter 40 Get Out Chapter 40 Get OutChapter 40

"Hmph, it's true."

Daisuke hastily let go of the hand on Yukinoshita's shoulder, and greeted Senjouhara who was attacking him with an angry face.

"Hei Yi, if you want to come, don't even say a word, so that I will be rude in front of you, but, well, this one is specially prepared for you."

With blood in his heart, Daisuke handed the only remaining can of MAX coffee to Senjougahara, with a bright smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a very good time.

"Daisuke?" Senjouhara tilted his head and asked expressionlessly.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Daisuke's smile remained the same, it was still so soft.

"Your leg is shaking, are you afraid? Do you need my help to cut it?" Looking at the can of MAX coffee that was handed to him, he refused to take it, Zhan Zhanyuan slowly looked at the two Said Daisuke whose legs were vibrating at a rather subtle frequency.

"You read it wrong, no way, it's an illusion, I didn't do anything wrong, why should I be afraid, really, Hei Yi, you really like to make jokes." Daisuke looked tolerantly at himself. The tempered battlefield, the smile remains unchanged.

"Then what were you doing to Minister Yukinoshita just now?"

I really want to ask this...

"Well, Minister Yukinoshita, can you explain to me why I did what I did to you just now?" Daisuke turned to the literary girl among the other three with a sincere smile. Looking under the snow.

The gentle gaze towards Yukinoshita seemed to be revealing such a message.

help me! ! ! ! ! !

I beg you! ! ! !

As long as I can appease Senjougahara, I, Daisuke Takami, swear that I will never dare to speak cheaply again...

"Pfft-"

Suddenly, there was a somewhat unbearable smile from the surroundings, and the kind laughter was also full of helplessness towards a certain person's behavior.

The tone of the voice should belong to the unique tone of a girl, but when Daisuke looked straight ahead, Yukinoshita looked calm, and Yuigahama, although blushing, at least did not make any movement, and as for A Liang Good wood garbage gentleman, uh, let’s get rid of this kind of garbage gentleman.

So, this person should be——

Daisuke turned around in surprise,

If Senjougahara is in a good mood, he can completely fool him—well, he can completely explain it.

However, Daisuke thought it was the laughter coming from Zoujohara, but the moment he turned his head, he saw Zoujohara playing with the can of MAX coffee he handed to the other party, with no expression on his face. With a smile, even the corners of his mouth didn't change in any way.

Daisuke looked at Senjouhara a little strangely,

Could it be that Zhang Zhanyuan has reached the point where this kind of happiness and anger can be withdrawn in an instant?very scary.

"What are you looking at?" Zhan Zhanyuan still had a flat expression.

"Is it really dishonest? Senjougahara, do you want to laugh if you want to? Why do you have to laugh like this and then retract it. It makes people very uncomfortable." Daisuke's expression was very calm, as if he understood the other party very well, and he talked boastfully.

"Oh, is that the last testimony you want to defend yourself?"

"Wait! Just now Zhanjouhara, you obviously laughed, you obviously just laughed, Yukinoshita, Trash-kun, and even Yubihama-san, I just turned my back to Zhanjougahara, but I heard voices, and you guys You should have seen it. You can't lie about this kind of thing."

The other three nodded in unison, and kept shaking their heads with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Forehead,

Amount,

Seeing the three expressions on the opposite side that didn't seem to be fake, Daisuke was stunned for a moment.

Am I hallucinating?

A gust of cold wind blew, and Daisuke couldn't help shivering.

It shouldn't be, the laughter just now seemed to come from my own ears,

Who would it be if it really wasn't from Zhanzhanyuan?

Are you observing yourself?

Daisuke thought of the eye that Kasumigaoka-senpai had given to Kasumigaoka-senpai at the first moment, but if this was the case, Daisuke would even stir up an uproar in his heart.

No, Xia Zhiqiu just has her own eyes, but without the correct method, or even without the physique of a vampire, she will not be able to use the true function of that eye at all, let alone be able to communicate with herself. Vision is shared.

This is also one of the reasons why Daisuke is not worried that Kasumi Hill will share his vision in turn,

And more importantly, I seem to have heard that unbearable laughter just now. This is beyond the scope of the meaning of shared vision, and it is completely terrifying.

And that crisp tone is not at all like the tone of the middle-aged uncle who ate too much mapo tofu that would appear in his mind on weekdays. It's not like that at all!

It seems that some things are quietly changing around me...

When Daisuke thought of this, he couldn't help but raised his head with a headache.

"Daisuke-san, are you alright?"

Yuigahama is a very kind classmate, and just now Daisuke was just making a very kind joke to Yukinoshita. The iceberg-like aura emanating from the battlefield was repelled.

Regardless of other people's gazes, Yuigahama didn't know if she didn't pay attention at all, seeing Daisuke's uncomfortable expression, she also walked up.

He took out his own handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Daisuke.

"Takami-san, if you don't mind, use this."

Looking at the handkerchief handed over by Yuigahama, Daisuke, who had a bit of a headache, felt that the air-conditioning of a certain girl behind him was getting stronger.

But looking like a frightened little animal in front of him, he nervously handed the handkerchief in the air with both hands.

"Well, Yuigahama-san, I didn't cry, I really didn't cry anymore, so—" Daisuke wiped the sweat from his forehead while waving his hand at Yuigahama.

"Takami-san, if you don't mind, please use this." Yuigahama lowered her head, as if mustering up her courage, and raised her voice a few more decibels.

It seemed that as long as he didn't accept it, his face was as red as a ripe persimmon in autumn, as if he was about to cry.

"Ah, ah, thank you very much, Yubihama-san, then, this, that, I will accept it first." Daisuke had no time to think, and took the pink card from Yuigahama's hand. Some feminine handkerchiefs.

But, at the next moment, Daisuke felt the anger erupting from Senjogahara behind him.

"Yuhihama-san, it's not your turn to take care of the matter between me and Daisuke." Senjougahara looked at Daisuke who was a little embarrassed, and said to Yuigahama coldly.

"Of course I know the relationship between Senjouhara-san and Takami-san, but what I don't understand is why they have to use this kind of quarrel-like communication as lovers when they are clearly a student couple. What about the daily life? Didn’t see Takami-san, are you afraid?”

No, I'm not afraid, I'm just used to showing such an attitude in front of Senjougahara.

As if trying to defend Daisuke-kun, Yuigahama was a little scared, but she still spoke out her innermost thoughts.

"Jojogahara, don't be angry, Yuigahama doesn't know what's going on here, don't be angry." Looking at Senjogahara whose face started to sink, Takami Daisuke couldn't help comforting him again and again.

"Oh? I don't know what's going on here, so tell me what's going on here." Senjouhara didn't look at Yuigahama, but instead turned his gaze to Daisuke.

"Uh, this, this—"

Although he said so, for a while, Daisuke really couldn't say why.

"Hmph, is that really the case..." Zhan Zhanyuan pushed open the door of the activity room, and left without looking back.

"Hey, wait, Senjogahara, just wait for me." Seeing the disappearing figure of Senjogahara, Daisuke repeatedly called out.

"Yubihama, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to use this."

Smiling apologetically at Yuigahama, he returned the handkerchief in his hand to Yuigahama again, glanced at Yukinoshita, nodded, then pushed open the door and left.

There were only three people left in this activity room.

Yuigahama held the handkerchief in his hand, whispering softly.

"...Why, why, why did it become like this..."

(ps: push the book "Stand-In Messenger's to Love", a book by the big brother Emiya, it seems that everyone should know this book, the worldview that combines jojo and tolove, I have to say, the big brother is the big Dude, he's more than a little better than me in the street rush.

The book explains to us very well what is the ethics of combining hot blood and hot girls without violating harmony. It is very interesting, so you can go and read it.

Let's go and have a look, let's say it was Shuaibi, cough, the Prophet of Salted Fish. )