My love is abyss mode

Chapter 33: The Victory of Cats and Foxes
A soft and comfortable knee pillow, a club with only two members, but the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder and tension, giving people an oppressive feeling of drowning in the deep sea.

Kuronuma Kiba closed his eyes, opened them again, and after confirming that Shirakawa Momo was not his illusion, he stared with wide eyes and observed carefully.

The corners of her mouth were always turned down on her doll-like face, her neat black short hair revealed the delicate outline of her ears, and her golden eyes seemed to be silently blaming him.

The black sailor suit accentuated her petite figure, and she carried an old leather backpack on her shoulders, not like someone else pretending to be one.

There is only one truth, the cat came silently to the mountaineering department.

"Why are you here?" he asked stiffly.

"Come to return the clothes."

Shirakawa Tao took off her backpack, unzipped it, took out her clean purple jacket, and threw it on the sofa beside her: "Are you going to lie on her lap until you die?"

Hei Nuya felt a little guilty after being stared at by her. Just as he was about to stand up, he heard the smiling voice of Toyama Chitose.

"Junior, don't move."

She awkwardly moved her injured right hand and placed it on his chest, reaching out with her left hand to ruffle his black hair: "Senior sister is very fragile right now. If you can no longer play the guitar in the future, I will be responsible."

Kuronuma Ya blinked and completely agreed with Shirakawa Momo's evaluation of Toyama Chitose.

This cunning bad woman definitely did it on purpose.

She knew that Shirakawa Tao would come today to return the clothes, so she pretended to give him some benefits, and now she used her injured hand to make him afraid to act rashly.

"Oh, how should I put it, the relationship between the seniors and juniors in your academy is really good."

Shirakawa Tao said sarcastically, leaning back on the sofa and sitting in the place where Kuronuma Yama had just sat, with her arms folded across her chest, staring at the two of them coldly: "Take your dirty hands off him."

"Speaking like that, I really don't know which of you two is the financial backer."

Chitose Toyama reached out to grab a can of Coke. Because her legs were on the coffee table, her body was folded into a V shape, and her plump breasts pressed against Kuronuma Ya's face.

Warm, soft and elastic, like a tightened fishing net.

"Tsk, what a fool with unrepentant evil intentions."

Shirakawa Momo's fingers tapped rhythmically on her arm, and she sneered and asked in a playful tone, "Chitose, guess where I'm going today if I'm not going to work?"

Toyama Chitose's body suddenly stiffened, the can of Coke still pressed against his lips, and his purple eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent: "Shirakawa Momo!"

Their eyes met, and the cold aura and strong murderous intent tore through the air, and the tense atmosphere cut through the skin like a knife.

"You two might as well have a fight."

Kuronuma Fang carefully lifted Toyama Chitose's injured right hand with both hands and moved his body downwards to evacuate: "And weren't you teammates before?"

"Oh, she forced me to quit the band."

Baichuan Tao was very satisfied with his performance. Her tone softened a bit, but her golden eyes were still sharp. "You should go first. I still have some old accounts to settle."

"You guys take your time chatting." Kuronuma Ya picked up the paperback copy of "Angel-sama" thrown on the coffee table and walked towards the door.

"Brother Kuronuma, you can't leave yet."

Chitose Toyama dragged out her words, bringing the can of Coke to her lips, her voice hinting at provocation: "Club activities aren't over yet, you don't want to miss out on your scholarship, do you?"

Black Marsh Fang retracted his forward foot, sighed helplessly, and his eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them.

Across the black slate coffee table, Shirakawa Momo and Toyama Chitose sat on opposite sides of each other. The shadows cast by the sunlight drew a clear dividing line. The picture was very dangerous, as if something bad was about to happen, making people involuntarily afraid.

He was indeed a little curious about the band, and it would be nice to stay in the club and listen to their grievances and hatreds.

"There's a sports drink in the refrigerator, in a black can with gold letters. Go get it." Shirakawa Momo glanced at him expressionlessly and ordered in a cold voice.

"No, Kuronuma-san." Chitose Toyama put down her Coke, raised her left hand and looked at it in front of her eyes. She smiled and said in a dangerous tone, "I only allow you to use the club freely. Don't do anything that will make me unhappy."

The relationship between the two of them is extremely bad.

However, it seems that there is room for relaxation. Otherwise, why would there be sports drinks in the refrigerator?
The fact that Momo Shirakawa could find the mountaineering club so easily speaks volumes.

"Senior, you're not a tsundere, are you? That attribute is outdated."

Kuronuma Ya quickly walked to the refrigerator, opened the top layer, took out a bottle of sports drink that looked exactly the same as the one described by Shirakawa Momo, opened it and took a sip.

The cool amber liquid flows down the throat, the unique taste of taurine bursts out an electric current on the tip of the tongue, and the electrolytes and minerals float up with a bitter taste.

He turned to look at Shirakawa Momo, raised the sports drink in his hand, frowned and asked, "You like drinking this? Not as good as Coke."

"I'm not a tsundere, and she'll throw up if she drinks carbonated drinks."

Chitose Toyama uncrossed her legs from the coffee table, took Kuronuma Kiba's application form, and examined it closely. A disturbing glint flickered in her upward-curved eyes. "Let me see, Kuronuma-kun's requirements for a partner are... pfft, someone doesn't meet any of them."

As she said this, she raised her eyes and stared straight at Shirakawa Tao, unable to stop smiling.

"Let's talk about the band."

Seeing that the strange application for membership was about to become a new trigger, Kuronuma Kiba coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "Tao, what part will you be responsible for when forming a band?"

"Electric piano, synthesizer, and arrangement."

Shirakawa Tao stood up from the sofa and walked over quickly. The moment she raised her face to look him in the eye, her golden eyes instantly froze and turned cold: "I probably didn't allow you to call my name."

"I just thought your name was cute."

"Disgusting." She stepped hard on Black Swamp Fang, turned around and left without looking back. When she passed the sofa, she picked up the old leather backpack and left the mountaineering club.

boom--

The door was slammed shut with a loud bang.

"Senior, aren't you on good terms with her?" Kuronuma Ya turned his head to look at Toyama Chitose, spreading his hands helplessly, his face full of innocence, and holding a sports drink in his hand.

"Don't waste your energy. I don't know her well."

Chitose Toyama folded the band application in half along the crease with one hand and put it in the pocket of her denim shorts. She rolled her eyes at him seductively. "Why she's short of money, why she plays the piano, and why she can arrange music, I have no idea. I only know that she joined the band to become famous and make money."

"That you?"

"She's Ryo's friend, we haven't known each other as long as you."

Chitose Toyama only met Momo Shirakawa after school started in April this year. Kuronuma Kiba raised the sports drink in his hand, drank it in one gulp, and threw the empty can into the trash can: "Senior, can I leave now?"

"Give me a reason."

"Generally speaking, keyboard players need to go through professional piano lessons and be proficient in music theory, right?"

Simply put, it's very expensive.

Chitose Toyama looked at him from the side, her long purple hair scattered, covering half of her pretty face, and complex emotions in her eyes entangled with her breathing.

She pondered for a long time, then closed her eyes wearily. She raised her left hand to disperse the overflowing emotions. "Go, remind your father tonight to pay you the last two weeks' salary."

The sound was weak and dull, like the drizzle falling on the surface of a transparent umbrella during the damp rainy season.

Kuronuma Ya saw Chitose Toyama lying on the sofa, looking listless like a defeated dog. An invisible barrier appeared in front of them, gradually widening the distance between them.

"Goodbye, senior." He said goodbye politely, quickened his pace to leave the mountaineering club, and closed the door quietly.

(End of this chapter)