I was the real villain in the real teaching.

They were originally discussing Sudo's fight, but she didn't expect that they would dare to mess around under the table in front of her. She really thought she was blind.

However, this is also a good thing. While they were enjoying themselves, Ayanokouji Kiyoko quietly ran her fingertips under the table, leaving only a tiny eavesdropping device.

Twenty thousand points, a battery life of one month, and daily audio messages sent to her phone.

Next, Ayanokouji Kiyoko prepared some erotic props for Horikita Suzune, but she knew that Horikita Suzune would definitely not take the initiative to collect them.

I "accidentally" came across something, then asked Horikita Suzune to come to my room, and then "accidentally" let her see it, and then things became very simple...

That night, what Tsukishiro Takuma said was not only heard by Horikita Suzune, but also by Ayanokouji Kiyoko.

Using the photo of Sakura Airi, he obtained one million points from Class C, and resolved Sudo's fighting penalty through Horikita Suzune.

Of course, I also heard about the final 20 million points plan.

Ayanokouji Kiyoko stared at Horikita Suzune's painful and powerless appearance due to the high fever, and the antipyretic still had no effect.

She turned her eyes away and saw the white medicine bottle standing quietly beside her.

As long as Horikita Suzune withdraws from the exam due to her health condition, Class D will most likely retain the points.

It is very simple to get points in this exam. Just hide the leader of your own class and then guess the leaders of other classes.

However, Class D lost its leader from the beginning, and the person they chose was nothing more than a plaything for others, an item that could be traded.

The probability of winning is very slim. The only thing we can pray for now is that Horikita Suzune will continue to lead Class D and that Tsukishiro Takuma will not be too harsh.

"Ayanokouji, how is Horikita?"

Sudou's voice was heard outside the tent, and one could tell he sounded nervous.

"She just took some medicine, she should be feeling much better."

"That's good. If you need anything, you must call me!"

Ayanokouji Kiyoko turned around and looked at Horikita Suzune again, and this time she was really trapped here and couldn't move.

Why are you so wary of her?

Is it true that he has lost his memory?

Although the truth is unclear, I think I have lost now.

The only way is to frame Ibuki and Tsukishiro Takuma, force Class C to withdraw from the exam, expose Tsukishiro Takuma at the same time, and then use photos and bugs to force Horikita Suzune to give up voluntarily. In this way, Class D's points can be preserved.

If he asks Chabashira Sae for help, he might be able to locate Tsukishiro Takuma's current location. Then he can find a reason to trick Sudo or others into "accidentally" running into Tsukishiro Takuma's transaction with the other classes.

However, the risks were too great, and she was not sure she could accomplish all of them. At the same time, it would also make Tsukishiro Takuma target her even more in the future.

I haven't started a relationship with him yet, so I don't want to start a fight early.

Ayanokouji Kiyoko curled up her toes, hugged her knees with her hands, and half-buried her face between her arms, revealing only a pair of faint eyes. Under her slightly trembling eyelashes, the lantern of the tent shone on her white arms, and the gently dizzy warm light flowed over the tip of her nose, swaying and falling to the floor.

The white medicine bottle suddenly fell over, Horikita Suzune moved twice unconsciously, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The bottle cap rolled a few times and landed at Ayanokouji Kiyoko's feet. She picked it up and screwed the empty bottle shut.

"It's better that you have lost your memory now..."

She muttered something to herself quietly, but no one heard it.

-

It was the sixth day on the uninhabited island. There was a heavy dark cloud overhead. It seemed to have rained last night and the ground was wet.

The students in Class D got up, and after a simple breakfast, Hirata Yosuke issued a final call, saying that they could survive the exam if they could just hold on for one more day, so they should try to find a day's worth of food to save up the next point.

"How is Horikita-san's health?" Takuma Tsukishiro asked Ayanokouji Kiyoko.

Ayanokouji Kiyoko looked expressionless and glanced at him: "Much better, she's awake in the tent, do you want to go check on her?"

"No need, I feel relieved to have you here."

Tsukishiro Takuma picked up the fishing rod and went to the river to fish in the clear water.

Hirata Yosuke asked him to catch more fish today, so he had to continue using hypnosis fishing.

After about an hour, Takuma Tsukishiro harvested hundreds of kilograms of fish, and Chi at the side was stunned.

After completing the task, Tsukishiro Takuma came to Ibuki again while no one was paying attention.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Ibuki subconsciously tensed his body, looked up at Tsukishiro Takuma, and pouted: "What does it have to do with you?"

"As a disciple, it's normal to care about your master." Tsukishiro Takuma said as he sat next to her.

"I told you, let's stop here." Ibuki wanted to move away, but for some reason his body didn't move.

"Even so, I will remember what Ibuki-sensei taught me for the rest of my life." Tsukishiro Takuma gestured, "So martial arts is so advanced."

Ibuki looked at his gestures and suddenly remembered his experiences over the past few days. He was making rapid progress and it was very enjoyable for him to fight with him. What was even more amazing was that he was also making progress.

The original moves became smoother, and the angles of the moves became more natural, as if her body was actively adapting and changing, which made her suddenly reluctant to let it end like this.

Not only martial arts, I don't even understand things in that area.

But how could she possibly bring it up?

So Ibuki had to keep a cold face and remain silent.

Tsukishiro Takuma looked at the sky and said thoughtfully, "It will probably rain again today, be careful on the road."

As he said this, he patted his butt and stood up, as if he was just saying goodbye.

Ibuki hesitated and didn't call him.

After all, the exam has come to the last day, the most critical moment.

At noon, the air was filled with humid air, and drizzle suddenly fell on the camp and the forest on the uninhabited island. The sky was filled with rumbling thunder.

Yosuke Hirata hurriedly called everyone to return to the camp. Many people who went out to look for food also came back one after another. Only a few people did not return in time.

At this time, Ibuki picked up his backpack, left the D-class camp alone, dug out a radio nearby, and then disappeared into the forest.

On the other side, Tsukishiro Taku pushed aside the bushes. Facing the drizzle and wind, he saw a wooden house with a light on.

"Good afternoon, Kamuro-san."

031 I heard that rainy days and jade feet are more suitable

The wooden house was not very big. There was a sensor device at the door. The electronic screen showed that Class A was occupying the house. There were more than five hours left in the countdown, and there was only one light on inside.

He walked through the eaves that were dripping with rain, took off his muddy shoes at the entrance, then stepped on the clean floor and slowly walked into the depths of the room.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Masumi Kamuro was sitting on a bench at the other end of the room, with her back to the closed window. Her ponytail had been untied at some point, and her long purple hair was scattered over her shoulders. Her short sleeves seemed to be wet, with two faint dark blue spots faintly visible on her chest. Her pants were also wet, and her socks were thrown aside, revealing a pair of beautiful little feet.

"I have to come to see my puppy no matter what." Tsukishiro Takuma put down his backpack and took out a towel. "Wipe it off quickly, don't catch a cold."

Noticing the change in weather, he brought a backpack with him this time.

"Who wants your stinky towel?" Kamuro Masumi lowered her body slightly, hugged her legs with both hands, and even her round and cute toes were slightly curled up, and her slender jade feet were put together so that he could not see the situation on her chest.

"Don't worry, the towel is cleaner than your face." Tsukishiro Takuma looked at her face, which was stained with some stains. It might be that she was accidentally stained by something while walking in the rain.

Kamuro Masumi touched his face, then suddenly stared at Tsukishiro Takuma and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me!"

Even she couldn't stand having a dirty face in front of others, especially when Takuma Tsukishiro was staring at her.

"It would have been better if you did this earlier." Tsukishiro Takuma handed her the towel and sat down near her.

"...Can you please stay away from me?"

Tsukishiro Takuma certainly understood the girl's dilemma, and immediately turned around and said confidently, "Don't worry, I will never peek."

"Who asked you to promise such a thing? You brought a towel with you on purpose, that's what you were thinking!"

Masumi Kamuro didn't bring a backpack. She came here empty-handed. She thought the trip would be over soon, but it suddenly rained halfway through the journey and she got soaked all over.

"Please don't look at me with tinted glasses. If I really have an idea, do you think you can escape?" Takuma Tsukishiro snorted coldly.

Kamuro Masumi thought about it and it seemed to be the case... No, what was she thinking? As long as this bastard dared to make a move, she would not be able to be slaughtered at will!

Before she could take any action, Tsukishiro Takuma suddenly stood up.

"It's not raining too hard now, I'm going to go outside and collect some firewood."

Seeing this, Kamuro Masumi couldn't help but call him.

"Wait, you idiot, wet wood can't burn!"

"Who knows? Let's just give it a try. We can't just wear wet clothes."

Having said that, Tsukishiro Takuma walked out of the house.

Kamuro Masumi stared blankly at him disappearing in the rain, and after a while he cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."

No matter how much you curse, you still have to use the towel.

She walked to the door of the wooden house and closed it gently, but not completely, leaving a gap for someone to open.

At this time, apart from her and Tsukishiro Takuma, no third person would come here.

Masumi Kamuro put his hands on the edge of his short-sleeved shirt, then took off the wet short-sleeved shirt, revealing his snow-white and soft waist and abdomen. His exquisite curves passed through his slightly sunken belly button and extended all the way to his pants below.

Before wiping it clean, she suddenly thought of something. Would using that guy's towel count as intimate contact?

She hesitated for a while and put the towel under her nose. She didn't smell the smell she imagined, but a pleasant smell, a bit like laundry detergent, but also felt like that guy's body odor.

Masumi Kamuro breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't hate the smell and could accept it psychologically.

Having said that, that guy was obviously a boy, and it was unbelievable that the towel didn't have any strange smell.

She sat on the bench, her nose moving slightly, wondering if the guy had never used this towel.

The sound of raindrops outside the window and blue lightning appearing and disappearing in the gloomy sky make people feel that this air mass from somewhere in the Pacific Ocean will become more and more fierce.

It took a long time for Kamuro Masumi to come back to her senses. She looked at the towel in her hand, which was now stained with her scent.

thump—

There was a knock on the door, followed by Tsukishiro Takuma's voice.

"Kamiro-san, I'm coming in."

Kamuro Masumi froze. How could she let that guy see her in this state?

"Don't come in, I, I have something else to do, wait a minute!"

"Hmm? Did something happen?"

"Nothing, just wait!"

"It's getting more and more fierce."

"That's not your fault!"

Tsukishiro Takuma was speechless outside the door. Whether in his homeland or in Japan, girls always have a magical skill called "making trouble unreasonably".

After a while, he knocked on the door again.

"Done yet?"

"…You can come in now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tsukishiro Takuma pushed open the door and saw Kamuro Masumi still wearing the sticky short-sleeved shirt, but her face was much cleaner and a towel was placed on her legs.

"Your towel...thank you, I'll return it to you after I wash it." Masumi Kamuro said awkwardly.

"It's okay. Here I give it to you." Takuma Tsukishiro put the firewood on the floor. Fortunately, he found some firewood that was not completely wet. He just needed to break off the wet part.

Huh? What kind of attitude is that?

Kamuro Masumi had a blank expression on his face, and seemed to snort, "If I had known you didn't want it, I would have wiped your feet while I was at it."