Redeem the fallen girls, but they come after you

"I won't believe you!"

The ability to persuade has failed!

That’s right, at this moment Yazi was in a state of madness and couldn’t hear anything he said.

That can only be proved by actions.

Shirakawa pulled Ako into his arms.

Yazi was stunned for a moment, then began to struggle and hit Baichuan's shoulders. In the pulling and tugging, Baichuan lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Yazi took advantage of the situation and rode on him, sitting on Shirakawa's lower abdomen, pinching Shirakawa's neck hard.

But Baichuan didn't feel any difficulty breathing.

I don't know if Ayako still has a bit of rationality left, or if she doesn't like sports and her arm strength has never been trained, but her weak and tender little hands, pinching Shirakawa's neck, look so soft and powerless.

"Ya Zi, it's useless. You can't kill me by pinching me like this."

814 The Thirty-year-old Kirin

"Shut up, Baichuan, I'm going to kill you. Only in this way can I be with you forever!"

Ako gritted her teeth, seemingly trying hard, but it didn't affect Shirakawa's breathing at all.

"Ya Zi, think about it carefully from beginning to end. Did I really make those promises to you? Did I really do those things to you?" Baichuan tried to explain clearly.

"You are saying those words again, you indecisive man! I am going to blow you!!!" Yazi said the harsh words, but hot tears flowed from her aqua blue eyes.

It wet Shirakawa's collar and his cheeks.

"Well, let's have a good chat. Tell me everything I have said and done to you."

"Didn't you say that those were all fake?" Yazi's voice became choked with sobs.

Shirakawa reached out his hand, stroked Ayako's delicate and pretty face like a porcelain doll, ruffled her short aqua blue hair, and gently wiped away her tears.

"Whether it's true or not, I will never deny your experience again, but you have to tell me what we experienced in your memory. If you don't tell me, I will never know."

Such a gentle gesture seemed to touch Ayako's heartstrings.

She lay in Baichuan's arms and cried loudly.

"Wuwuwu... Why am I the only one who remembers this? Why am I the only one who knows this? Why is Maki-san your girlfriend? Why is Nikaidou so close to you? Why is no one aware of everything I've been through? Wuwuwu..."

.....

Is she a hundred thousand whys?

"Those are your unique memories. It's normal that no one knows about them. Just explain them clearly." Baichuan said, "I don't know what you and I experienced in your memory, but Jackie is worried about you, and I am worried about you too."

"Have you explained it clearly? But I can't say it." Yazi was still crying, but her crying voice was obviously much softer.

Baichuan looked at the computer next to him, on which were various gaming websites that he had searched.

Suddenly he had an idea.

"How about you make a game based on your experience?" Baichuan suggested.

"Make it into a game?" Yazi raised his head.

"It's one of those dating simulation games where everything you've experienced, whether true or false, is written down," Baichuan explained.

Yazi looked at the computer, wiped her tears with her sleeves, and was very interested in the proposal.

“Games are outstanding works of art. Whether it’s a triple-A masterpiece or a simple little game, you can feel the good intentions of the production staff and the love behind it. As long as Yazi can make it, I will definitely be your first player.”

In fact, Baichuan likes to play those little h games, otherwise he wouldn't have traveled here...

After listening to Shirakawa's words, Ayako stood up and walked towards the computer.

As long as I make that game, everyone I know and everyone else will see what I've been through.

Everything I've been through is not meaningless.

However, Shirakawa also stood up at this time and grabbed Ayako's wrist.

"Today is the school festival. How can we stay here and play games? Let's relax and accumulate materials."

Ako didn't say much, and the tears on her cheeks were evaporated by the redness. She lowered her head slightly, followed Shirakawa, and left the video game club together.

"Hey! I'm still here! Don't forget about me after you've flirted with that girl!"

Cecilia, who was sitting on the computer desk, shouted and swung her legs, hurrying after him.

271. Knitting gloves

Second grade department in the teaching building.

There are all kinds of small stalls in the corridor, offering fortune-telling with tarot cards and painted pottery experience. The stall owners are all students, and it seems like a lively small market.

There was a set of tables and chairs placed at the door of Class A of the second year. Akita, with prop blood smeared on his face, sat there bored.

He was holding a small plastic fan in his hand, fanning himself continuously.

The previous ticket collector was their class leader, but when he saw the teacher coming, he wanted to take over from Akita on the pretext of enjoying the school festival with his friends.

Akita couldn't refuse, and since he had nothing to do anyway, he agreed.

Looking at his classmates coming and going around him, Akita, who was tired after a day of work, couldn't help but yawn.

I have to attend the opening ceremony in the morning, and be treated like that by Shirakawa, and then I have to do the job of maintaining order afterwards. It's so tiring!

"Excuse me, are you still open now?" A young couple in school uniform came up to Akita and asked.

"Yes, 200 yuan per person."

The boy took out two coins and put them on the table.

Akita knocked on the door and signaled the person inside to get ready.

"Okay, please come in."

A young student couple entered arm in arm.

There were screams and noises again.

Alas~the student days are so green.

Although dating is allowed in Neon High School, as a teacher, Akita certainly wants them to focus on their studies.

No matter how sweet a relationship is now, it will always break up for one reason or another when you go to college.

Well...even though I've never been in love.

I studied in high school, college, and was assigned here to be a teacher. My family arranged a blind date for me, but I didn't like it either...

As he was thinking, Shirakawa's figure suddenly appeared in Akita's mind.

She fanned the small plastic fan vigorously, trying to clear his image from her mind.

Why do I have to think of that scumbag who did the pua to me?

“It’s quite lively here.”

Hmm? This familiar voice...

Akita turned his head and saw Shirakawa strolling with Ako, who was looking down and blushing.

Akita was shocked.

Shirakawa? Why is the girl next to him changed to Ako again?

He is indeed a scumbag who has multiple relationships at the same time.

besides...

Akita felt the little mouth inside his clothes purse its lips reflexively, as if recalling what Shirakawa had done to him.

She hurriedly covered her hip skirt with one hand to suppress the excitement of her body, and with the other hand she took out a book on health and hygiene from the bookcase, opened it, and covered her face with it.

The two of them were so focused on the stalls in the corridor that they hadn't noticed Teacher Akita yet.

Shirakawa walked side by side with Ako, and suddenly, he stopped at a small stall.

It is a textile weaving stall that can weave scarves, gloves, knitted hats and so on.

I didn't expect that devil scumbag would be interested in this kind of thing.

"Classmate, are you interested in textiles? You only need 1000 yuan to experience textiles. You can take the finished products home or give them to your girlfriend." The stall owner was a quiet girl wearing glasses, who was slowly introducing to Baichuan.

The moment she raised her head and looked at Baichuan carefully, the welcoming words she had memorized by heart paused.

This unnatural action instantly reminded Shirakawa that she was the young girl in the arms of the yellow-haired senior in the Nagasaki Club.

Although she was wearing a mask at the time, her youthful and quiet temperament, as well as the neatly-clad school uniform she wore that time, allowed Baichuan to recognize her.

She also wore black-framed glasses, which made her look more restrained.

Junior schoolmate Wenjing also recognized her and thought that she would never forget the benefactor who rescued her from there.

Baichuan pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down.

"I want to knit a pair of gloves and give it to my aunt next door."

Huh? This scumbag is actually quite filial to his elders!

Akita's impression of him changed slightly.

"Oh, oh, okay." The quiet school girl just reacted and she hurriedly looked for needle and thread under the stall.

The movement was too big and he didn't hold it firmly, so all the needle and thread fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the needle and thread used to knit the gloves were quite thick, so it was easy to pick up and put away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The quiet schoolgirl apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay, take your time to clean up, there's no rush."

"Then, Shirakawa, I'll go over there and take a look at the divination..."

It seems that Yazi wants to have divination done.

"Okay, go ahead and wait for me to finish knitting the gloves."

Yazi left.

There were only two of them left at the stall.

"If you need it, I can make one for you directly, which can be regarded as a way of repaying you." The quiet school girl said.

"This is a gift I gave to my aunt. Of course I have to make it myself to show my sincerity," said Baichuan.

I originally wanted to use the money I got from that noble lady to buy a return gift for my aunt, but I was always busy and had no free time to do so.

If it’s too expensive, my aunt won’t accept it. If it’s too cheap, it won’t express my appreciation. So only this handmade gift is appropriate.

"Is that so? You are such a gentle person." The quiet school girl exclaimed.

If it weren't for Shirakawa, she would have probably become a plaything of that yellow-haired senior or someone else.

A party, a little indulgence, and a moment of slackness brought about a shadow that will last a lifetime.

Originally she was planning to indulge in depravity, but it was Baichuan's words and gentle treatment that gave her the courage to start a new life.

"I... don't think so." Baichuan thought of the girls who were around him. If he had to say it, the scumbag was more reliable.

"Thank you for helping me then."

"It's just a small thing, don't take it seriously. Let's hurry up and knit the gloves. Someone is waiting for me."

"it is good."

The two of them faced each other. The younger student demonstrated to Shirakawa first. In order to learn how the younger student weaved, Shirakawa moved a little closer to observe.

Baichuan learned very quickly. After a short while, he had basically grasped the essentials and started to compile in a serious manner.

Oh no, they were a little close to each other and their voices became softer, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying at all.

Akita was very curious about Shirakawa and wanted to move his chair to get closer to listen, but he was afraid of being exposed and being forced by Shirakawa to do this and that.

It happened that some guests came at this time. Akita had no choice but to give up eavesdropping and deal with the guests.

"That girl just now, is that your girlfriend?" The quiet school girl looked in the direction of Yazi, "She is so beautiful, so enviable."