I will eventually become the king of Shura Field

The more arrogant you are, the higher your self-esteem, the more difficult it is to take the initiative.

But Qianhuajiang doesn't think about this. She is cute because she is innocent and because in her concept, to like is to like, and to dislike is to dislike.

If you like it, you must strive for it. If you don't like it, try to avoid it.

Even if she chooses not to confess for the time being, she is only afraid that she will lose her friendship with Jingong Cheng's rejection.

If you fail to confess, you can continue to be a good friend. Of course, Fujiwara Chika will confess without hesitation.

Even if she really fails, she is willing to silently be his good friend until he likes himself too.

If you don't like it all the time, it can only mean that you really can't make him tempted, so just hide this love in your heart and turn it into a long company.

Unfortunately, this is only an ideal situation, so Qianhuajiang must seriously test his mind.

She waited eagerly for him to answer, not knowing how he would react.

Makoto Jingong lowered his head and took another bite of the popsicle, and pointed to his face: "It's just an indirect kiss, it's not that I haven't tried it."

"What's more, my relationship with you is not as simple as an indirect kiss, but a direct kiss."

hiss!

Fujiwara Chika suddenly remembered that when he sent her home that night in the amusement park, she was so excited that she couldn't help kissing his face.

Ah~ So shame, how could I be so impulsive at the time!!!

But...but...

A direct kiss relationship?What does that matter?

Fujiwara Chika tried to restrain the shyness that permeated her body, and asked in a strong voice, "Then... what is the relationship?"

She was so nervous that the popsicle she was holding melted, and a drop of white liquid fell on her shorts without noticing it.

Jingu Makoto turned his head and stared at her eyes, those blue and clear eyes like the sky.

He could see her tension, her expectation, her shyness.

There is also the emotion that hides in her calm but uneasy little face, like the waves on the seabed, that she wants to burst but has to restrain herself.

But he didn't answer, but instead asked, "What does Qianhuajiang hope have to do with?"

Chapter 10: Lost!

If you want to say what kind of relationship she hopes, it naturally hopes that it is the relationship between boy and girl friends.

But if Fujiwara Chika just said it directly, wouldn't it be the same as confession?

Makoto Jingu cleverly didn't answer directly, but instead used a rhetorical question, and threw the question back to Chika Fujiwara, which was the essence of pulling.

Hesitating, Chika Fujiwara struggled for a long time and didn't think of a satisfactory reply.

Thinking about it, even the popsicle in his hand melted.

Jingu Makoto has quick eyes and hands, and quickly grabbed her wrist and placed the popsicle in her hand sideways to prevent the melted liquid from dripping on her clothes.

Seeing her stunned expression, Jingu Makoto said with no anger: "It's all melted. As a foodie, can you have a little respect for popsicles?"

Fujiwara Chika muttered, "I'm not a foodie."

"Ok?"

The questioning made her feel guilty: "Just... I ate a little bit more."

Makoto Jingu opened his mouth and bit off the last piece, then got up and prepared to throw it in the trash can: "If you don't eat it, it will really melt."

"Eat, wait for me, and I will lose it too."

Qianhuajiang quickly bit the popsicle, swallowed all the rest, and hurriedly got up.

Hiss, cold, so cold~

After eating too quickly and too much, her mouth and throat were suddenly filled with cold feelings, and even her teeth were frozen to pantothenic acid.

Throwing away the stick, Makoto Jingu rubbed his finger, which seemed a little sticky.

The popsicle is not good at this point. Sometimes it melts a bit quickly and is not obvious, so that when you eat it, you don't notice the sticky liquid on your fingers.

He looked at Fujiwara Qianhua, and suddenly a nasty taste arose. He stretched out his hand and pretended to rub her clothes. In fact, it was the clean finger part that touched her clothes.

Fujiwara Chika was a little bit embarrassed at first, what happened, why suddenly he touched my clothes...

But when she also noticed that her fingers were sticky, she reacted instantly!!

How can it be repaired, is this guy using his clothes as a hand towel?

In shame, Fujiwara Chika also reached out to rub against Jingu Makoto's clothes. Compared with Jingu Makoto, Chika sauce's fingers had more viscous liquid stained.

When she was in a daze, she didn't know how much of the melted liquid from the popsicle fell into her fingers along the stick.

"Oh? Don't want to succeed."

Jingu Makoto shrank back flexibly, Fujiwara Chika suffered from being petite, and his hands were a little short, so he couldn't touch him when hiding.

What's even more hateful is that Makoto Jingu pulled the distance away to prevent her from rubbing. His nasty big hand relied on the length and unscrupulously tortured Fujiwara Chika's clothes.

Uuuuu~ it's over, now it's time to wash it again.

Fujiwara Qianhua was furious: "Jingu-kun! Don't run!"

"You can't touch me."

Jingu Makoto sneered softly, so angry that Qianhuajiang wanted to go to the convenience store to buy another popsicle and threw it on his clothes, and then spread it evenly.

Well, angry, she waved her small claws, and dealt with Jingu Makoto, trying hard to get revenge.

Jingong Makoto flicked to the left and hided to the right, as if he was teasing a child or playing some childhood games. He was so flexible that he didn't let Qianhuajiang touch him.

Qianhuajiang was amused by him, and the empty school road was filled with Jingongcheng's laughter and Qianhuajiang's shame.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Jingu Makoto returned to the bench and stood still.

Fujiwara Chika also stopped stupidly, very honestly.

"Let's play a little game."

Makoto Jingu said softly.

His foot pointed to a brick line on the ground: "We are standing at both ends of this line and see if you can take revenge."

Chika Fujiwara was very playful, and she immediately got excited: "Jingu-kun, you are seeking your own death, giggle."

Jingu tutted, "I'm afraid you will fall."

"Huh, I won't! I have a good balance."

Qianhuajiang jumped to one end of the line, and Jingu Makoto stood on the other end of the line with a smile.

"Okay, start!"

Jingong Makoto stretched out his hands, and at the same time as the sound of the beginning, his hand couldn't react while taking advantage of Qianhuajiang, and instantly touched her clothes.

"Ah~Jingu-kun, you are shameless!!"

Fujiwara Qianhua refused to accept it, and her short hand pushed forward hard, just like swimming.

"Attention, you can't move your feet. Whoever moves will lose. If you lose, it is not as simple as wiping your clothes, you have to wipe your face!"

Makoto Jingu shrank back, avoiding her little hand.

"Huh, Lord Jingong is defeated."

Chika Fujiwara was full of enthusiasm, and her small face was filled with a bright smile.

Compared to the so-called revenge, she prefers to play these small games with Jingu Makoto, purely enjoying the process.

Originally, she was dragging her desire to eat ice cream and prevented Makoto Jingong from going back so quickly because of this reason.

The two of them kept their feet still and swayed vigorously to prevent the other from touching themselves.

In fact, this game is very particular about the balance control of the body. When you attack, the balance can barely be maintained.

But when you are defensive, if you step back and your feet cannot move, you will easily lose your balance and fall to the ground.

Makoto Jingu certainly wouldn't fall. His balance control over his body reached an unimaginable level, just like a machine.

He can mobilize every part of his body as he wants, and exerts meticulous control. He shrinks back several times until his waist seems to be broken, and his feet still don't move.

Fujiwara Chika's petite body with short hands and legs is different.

Makoto Jingu came and hung her waist upside down, and she was gone.

Several times, she was forced to a dead end by Jingu Makoto, and she was crumbling. It was Jingu Makoto's hand that she did not fall.

It was a little touched, but it was dispelled by Makoto Jingu's mockery.

"Qianhuajiang is not good, can you work harder."

Humph!!!How dare to underestimate me!!!

Chika Fujiwara pursed her small mouth, her big eyes burst out with firm fighting spirit.

Taking advantage of Jingong Makoto's gap, Qianhuajiang seized the opportunity, leaned forward, and ran her hands straight to Jingong Makoto's chest.

Gee, you got fooled.

Jingu Makoto gave a secret smile, and drew back calmly, then opened his hands and looked at Qianhuajiang with a playful smile.

Qianhuajiang didn't know why he suddenly laughed so ambiguously, and she didn't have time to think about it.

Because she just moved forward too much and exerted too much force that she lost control of her body. Although she kept her legs very hard, she still couldn't resist the uncontrollable balance.

When the lower body fell, the little feet followed along.

Qianhuajiang closed her eyes quickly, and she was about to fall.

With a click, she fell straight into the arms that Makoto Jingu had prepared long ago, and her little hand hugged Makoto Jingu's waist subconsciously.

Jingong Makoto closed her previously opened hands, hugged Qianhuajiang's waist, and then placed her chin on her head and gently rubbed it.

"Lost, Qianhuajiang."

Chapter 11: Hui's Calm!

Fujiwara Chika did not expect that he would fall, but he seemed to be ready to hug her a long time ago.

She was panicked the moment she lost her balance, and she was very warm when she was leaning against him.

Stupid she knew he did it on purpose, but so what?

She couldn't resist this type of intimacy at all, and she couldn't even hate more or more.

That's how little by little, Qianhuajiang gradually fell unconsciously.

So, the routine doesn't care about the old, it only cares whether the other party accepts it.

"Well, I lost."

Qianhuajiang buried his head on his chest, lit his little head, and said softly.

She actively raised her small head and closed her eyes, her timid tone was mixed with coquetry.

"Don't apply too much, otherwise Huiye sauce will make fun of it."

Jingu Makoto hooked her little Qiong nose teasingly, then raised her finger and tapped her Qiong nose lightly.

"Okay, the punishment is over."

Then he let go of her, turned around and picked up the drink, and walked to the gym: "Let's go, get out of class is about to end."

"Oh~"

Chika Fujiwara pursed her mouth, a little annoyed, and a little bit sad.

It was so fast every time, almost until she just felt the sweetness, she disappeared in a blink of an eye and returned to reality.

but....