Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

"Ah, I didn't say that I almost forgot, I have to go to practice, goodbye Fujiwara-senpai, and my friends."

The junior named Shengzi was so enthusiastic just now, and at this moment, it was as if the soles of his feet were oiled, and he waved to the two and left.

"Goodbye."

As soon as Seiko left, there were no other humans within 20 meters around, only Fujiwara Yuki and Shimizu Sakiren were left looking at each other.

Fujiwara Yuki returned to his haughty look in private.While plucking the bowstring, she ordered Shimizu Sakiren:

"She's gone, why are you standing here? Don't you hurry up and help the master retrieve all the bows and arrows?"

Fujiwara Yuki's face-changing speed is as fast as ever.

Shimizu Sakiren said "Okay" in response, and turned to pick up the bow and arrow.

The collar at the back of the neck was grabbed, the neck was strangled, and the pressure on the throat was slightly uncomfortable.

Shimizu Sakiren turned her head and smiled maliciously at Kami Fujiwara Yuki, and she declared again:

"When there is no one, say: 'Master, I know'."

"..."

Shimizu Sakiren seems to have understood at this moment, Fujiwara Yuki seems to just like to see the grievance that he has no choice but to do when he is deflated.

It should be teasing, more like teasing than teaching.

A helpless sense of tolerance surged into my heart again, there was no other way, let her go as she liked.

"Master, I understand."

Shimizu Sakiren's voice is not loud, but she can hear it clearly in the slightly noisy dojo.

Fujiwara Yuki grinned, eyes bent into crescents, "Speak up, the master can't hear~"

"..."

Although there are not many people shooting arrows in the dojo and they are all far away from him, judging from Fujiwara Yuki's request, it must be heard by others, right?

Social death or...?

Saki Koi Shimizu was so persecuted that she couldn't help it, she pushed her blond hair back, took a deep breath, and mustered up the momentum of breaking the boat.

Under Fujiwara Yuki's slightly surprised eyes, he walked slowly to her side step by step.

She didn't know where the courage came from, she used her own way to treat her body, slightly stepped on Fujiwara Yuki's right ear, breathed a sigh of relief, and said word by word:

"Master, I understand~"

The voice was clear and deep, but it was a little ambiguous because it was too intimate.

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At night, there are 3K skirts, 6, 2, 771, [-], [-], six

Volume 30: Chapter 27 Chapter [-] Be a maid from today

Of course, Shimizu Sakiren knew that Fujiwara Yuki's weaknesses were the ears and the shoulder blades behind.

The earlobe, which was originally slightly red, seemed to have gathered all the blood in the body after this soft and fluttering blow, and the pinna turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is bright red and very obvious.

But Fujiwara Yuki didn't show any obvious fluctuations on his face. Instead, he tilted his head halfway, looked at Shimizu Sakiren with some puzzlement and said, "Did the master let you approach?"

The tone is cold, making people feel like falling into a frozen ice cave.

Freud's psychological defense mechanism theory believes that when people face things that they don't want to face, they will produce a self-deceiving self-defense mechanism.

The most obvious manifestation is that you make actions that are completely opposite to your heart.

Relying on Shimizu Sakiren's understanding of Fujiwara Yuki, her current actions are definitely just because her senses are too sensitive, which triggered her self-defense and produced an offensive counterattack.

After all, having such red earlobes is evidence of Chiguoguo.

"No... Master can't hear you? That's why I came here to talk to you, Master."

Fujiwara Yuki's voice sank, "From now on, you are not allowed to come here without the owner's permission."

Shimizu Sakiren nodded, and responded according to her preferences: "Master, I understand."

Hearing the same words as those just heard, but with a different tone, she suddenly looked gloomy, and said angrily: "Then why don't you hurry up and get the bow and arrow back."

She became anxious and lost her temper.

Shimizu Sakiren also understood, but she didn't have the time and courage to provoke Fujiwara Yuki, so she could only pamper her like a spoiled child and obediently go to retrieve the bow and arrow.

Looking at Shimizu Sakiren's delicate back and legs unable to run, Fujiwara Yuki touched the pink earlobes that hadn't calmed down, thoughtfully.

Shimizu Saki Koi ran back and forth at the dojo at an extremely fast speed, came to Fujiwara Yuki, and inserted the bow and arrow shot into the quiver again.

Chest rose and fell rapidly, and Shimizu Sakiren panted slightly to calm down her breathing. Perhaps the skin around the neck was too white and tender, and after exercising, it was covered with a faint blush, which looked very eye-catching.

Fujiwara Yuki suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his golden eyes suddenly shone like stars, and the gloomy look was swept away.

With a cheerful expression and a brisk tone, she touched Kimizusaki Ren's head to express her praise, and made a new request:

"The master is thirsty, go buy some drinks for the master."

Kyudo practice does require a lot of physical strength, Fujiwara Yuki did not bring a water bottle or drink, it is normal to feel thirsty.

"I see, Master."

Shimizu Sakiren didn't think much about it, she has now fully accepted this name, turned around and was about to go slowly to buy a drink, and she could catch fish and take a rest in the middle.

Ah, when you pass by the Kendo Club, you can also inquire about Saori's situation.

It's just that her wishful thinking was broken by Fujiwara Yuki's faint words.

"If you don't come back within 8 minutes, guess what your punishment will be~?"

As soon as the words fell, someone's pace, which was still somewhat comfortable just now, suddenly froze, and then he ran wildly as if the soles of his feet were burning.

The nearest vending machine is 200 meters away from the teaching building, and as far as my physique is concerned, it may take two and a half minutes to go back and forth.

If there is a delay on the road or the vending machine gets stuck, then this punishment...

Although Fujiwara Yuki has not really said what the punishment is so far.

But in the previous worldline, punishment was not a good thing.

The pain was like suffocation, the neck was always strangled, and there was always a row of pitted tooth marks on the shoulders and back.

She ran all the way to the vending machine with all her strength, not daring to breathe, for fear of delaying for a second.

Her legs were already a little weak, so she simply stuck her whole body on the vending machine to share the weight.

Looking at the dazzling array of shelves, Shimizu Sakiren was suddenly taken aback.

Fujiwara Yuki didn't say what kind of drink he wanted to drink.

Which one to buy?

Green bean soup?Hmm...I made it for her before, and it was very bad to drink by Ruiping, saying that I would never drink this kind of thing again after I died.

Cola?She said—even if she took Coke to flush the toilet, she would not take a sip of this inferior drink that corrodes the human spirit.

green tea?However, she only drinks green tea that has been brewed by the tea master according to the prescribed actions, such as lighting charcoal, boiling water, and brewing tea, after going through complicated tea ceremony ceremonies.

Regardless, Shimizu Sakiren simply broke the jar.

She should be drinking coffee the most.

At that time, she was working at the desk in a shirt and gold-rimmed glasses. She sighed after taking a sip of the rim of the cup——Coffee is indeed a treasure in the world, and she can find sober thoughts in the mixture of bitterness and sweetness. .

After the brainstorming was over, Shimizu Sakiren stopped thinking about it and went directly to buy coffee.

Before he could recover his breathing, he hurried to the Archery Club.

Fujiwara Yuki's revenge came very quickly after being deflated. She grasped the point of weakness, like a ruthless instructor conducting cruel devil training on Shimizu Sakiren.

"Here... huh... here is your drink." Shimizu Sakiren almost slumped on the ground, with her right hand resting on the nearby pole, panting heavily.

Fujiwara Yuki took the canned coffee that was still slightly cold, looked at the wrist watch with sparkling rhinestones in his hand, and then looked up at Shimizu Sakiren who looked completely exhausted, and sighed in surprise:

"Oh? It came pretty fast~"

"This time... ha... have you met the standard?"

Fujiwara Yuki rolled his fox eyes again, showing a very friendly and innocent smile, but his words were as harsh as sharp icicles:

"It's up to the standard, but I want more than this."

"Ah?" Shimizu Sakiren's already extremely pale and bloodless cheeks suddenly turned like a wilted bitter gourd, "Then... what does Master want to drink?"

Fujiwara Yuki pinched his chin and thought for a while, "Juice."

Then he patted Shimizu Sakiren on the back as if encouraging, his action was like an unscrupulous boss comforting his subordinates, "Come on, go and come back soon~"

His eyes were full of ridicule.

Why do you say you messed with her so hard... The fury of the shivering woman is so difficult to deal with.

He ran again numbly, his legs seemed to be unconscious and only knew to run wildly.

Looking at the back of Shimizu Sakiren, Fujiwara Yuki opened the pull tab of the coffee very happily and comfortably, enjoying this wonderful moment.

She took a sip of the drink, the slightly iced caffeine, and the figure who couldn't get used to herself but had to run hard, these really made her feel good physically and mentally.

"Ha... buy, buy... I got it."

Before the juice was delivered, Shimizu Sakiren took a big breath of fresh air, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The pain from lack of oxygen perfusing the lungs seems to tear, and the throat is dry and splitting.

She sat directly on the ground, covering her chest with one hand, and covering the hem of her dark blue skirt with the other to prevent herself from getting naked.

Fortunately, he ran fast enough.

Shimizu Misaki love now only has a sense of gratitude for surviving after the catastrophe, and thirst.

Fujiwara Yuki was standing by the shooting range line, the huge solid wooden bow had been put aside by her and the quiver.

She took a sip of the coffee, holding a bottle of blueberry juice she just bought on the left and right, looked down at Shimizu Sakiren on the ground, and said a little embarrassed:

"Won't you buy yourself a bottle?"

Shimizu Sakiren also wanted to buy it, but she was worried that she would not be able to catch up if she bought it.

"I didn't buy it, but I put it on hold for fear of delaying the time." She replied that her voice was already hoarse from lack of water.

Fujiwara Yuki looked innocently at Shimizu Sakiren and said, "But this time I didn't say I would buy it within the specified time."

"..."

Shimizu Saki's blood pressure soared during the silence.

She rubbed the already sore leg muscles, intending to try to give first aid to her calf so that it could support her to stand up and buy a bottle of water to drink.

But unexpectedly, Fujiwara Yuki squatted down, and his delicate face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Shimizu Sakiren thought that she was here to engrave her embarrassing posture into her golden eyes, as revenge for just blowing her ears.

But I didn't expect that she just smiled and opened the juice tab, and handed it to her, "Drink it."

What do you mean, she is?

According to the current relationship, she should not be so kind.

Shimizu Sakiren was a little confused, but her throat was smoking, and she was still defeated by her physical need for water.

Seeing her sipping juice like a cat drinking water, Fujiwara Yuki stood up and clapped her hands in satisfaction, and ordered:

"After drinking, move all these things back."

Shimizu Saki Koi had just recovered from the strenuous exercise, and the answering voice was still weak: "I see."

"By the way, I heard from Saori that your house has no access control?" Fujiwara Yuki suddenly changed the subject.

Ok?What does she ask this for?

Shimizu Sakiren was a little confused.

Strictly speaking, Qingshui's house has no access control at all, and the workaholic father returns home only a handful of times in a month, except for bringing a change of clothes.

The pianist mother, who is on tour for eight out of twelve months of the year, has no time to go home.