122 122 Another Behavior After School (2/2)

The shopping mall often attended by Zhou Da has a special venue for a wide range of swimsuits, and it is new to my memory that the ladies in my class also said they would go shopping for swimsuits.

I just didn't think midday would go shopping for swimsuits myself.

Whatever, I can't swim at midday.

This is his self-declaration, but he chose a school where swimming is not a compulsory subject because he doesn't want to swim, so I guess he can't swim anyway.

At midday, I'm going to buy a bathing suit.

”... Pool with me, weren't you going...?

And he shrinks and shrinks himself to the words whispered in shame, and Zhou stiffens his body, and then covers his face with his palms.

(... I hope you don't say that in that face)

My classmate, who was left in the classroom, looks at this one.

With a variety of expressions, from a frightened look to a warm grin, Zhou is very restless with a cozy, somewhat embarrassing one. Even if I can't calm my heart when I see my midday lit face, but if I'm watched in this atmosphere, I won't be able to stay.

”... well. Um... go on.”

”Yes.... What would you like?

”In an unusual direction.”

I had to answer immediately.

A midday look would dress any swimsuit, but it was desirable in a direction where there was as little exposure as possible than was necessary.

Anyway, Zhou and Midday have been dating for weeks, and I have hardly ever seen a midday complexion.

The buttons are tightly closed to the neck and tights are on at school. I'm dressed with no gaps enough to worry if it's not hot.

The house basically doesn't wear much clothing with a visible chest at home, and many skirts are longer. I wear tights underneath when wearing shorts.

I mean, I've hardly ever seen the complexion on my torso. I don't know. I haven't had a chance to see it in the first place.

If they chose something sexy in a swimsuit in that condition, Zhou would be the feather to crouch on the spot for the time being.

I made myself clear. Midday round my eyes around me, and then I blew it out small.

”Sounds like Zhou-kun.”

”I'm dying. I like it not flashy.”

”hehe, what shall we do”

”Midday.”

”Zhou-kun will be happy to talk to Chitoshi.”

At midday when he hung small, Zhou tied his lips together.

(Send me a message saying I don't recommend being weird at a thousand years old)

It is a matter of death and life, and it must also be stopped in order not to be drawn at midday.

He decided to send a message to a thousand years old, who is not in this classroom, who now seems to be going to pay off his debts to friends in other classes, with a midday cheek that seemed to subtly think of pranks.