Daily life in Zongman

As the night deepened, Futaba Rio returned to her bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Futaba Rio woke up on the sofa and heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

Chapter 318 The Sentimental Little Witch.

July 2019.7.1, , Monday, a new week.

When he woke up naturally, he moved the snow-white arms on his chest and the white and tender long legs on his thighs, and helped Sister Shendong who was sleeping next to him to tidy up her hair, and finally covered her with the quilt.

This is my daily routine every morning after the weekend.

I got up, dressed, washed up, and started my morning run. Although running is no longer a good exercise, it is still a good habit to get my body active in the morning and activate my energy for the whole day.

When I got home, Sister Shendong was preparing breakfast. I went back to the room to change into my school uniform, cleaned up a bit, and then went back to the living room to rest and have breakfast.

I listened to the morning news and found nothing interesting, so I opened my phone and scrolled through it.

Found new news.

There are many people and groups in Fujiwara Haru's address book, but most of them are set to do not disturb messages. Usually, when he is free during meals, he will click on the do not disturb messages and reply if he thinks it is necessary.

Friends and family members have not set up message do not disturb, so if there is a message reminder, it must be from friends and family. However, who sent the message so early?

I looked at the profile picture, it was a pair of glasses, it was Futaba.

When I clicked on it, I found it was a picture and a paragraph of text.

What do you think of this underwear?

Click on the picture to view it in full screen. First, confirm that it is Futaba, and then take a look at her outfit for the day.

The lace + black gauze bow + black garter stockings, the overall combination is pure black with a sexy and seductive style. With her extremely plump, round and fair figure, the contrast of black and white brings an excellent visual experience.

Simply put, it's very sexy.

Typed reply: [It looks great, but isn't it a bit inappropriate to wear garter stockings with a school uniform? They tend to show a bit.]

The chat box prompts that it is being input. If you wait, you will get a new message from Futaba: [What do you want to see? ]

【Pantyhose.】

Futaba: What color?

If possible, choose black and something light and translucent.

Futaba: [Sure, please look forward to it.]

[Oh! Great! Wait a minute…]

Futaba: [What's wrong?]

[Hmm... why did you send me a selfie today? ]

Futaba: [Ah~ How should I put it. If a high school girl has a crush on someone, even if she can only wear the school uniform during the school day, she will carefully consider how to match her hair accessories, bracelets, pendants, and other items. Similarly, it's not just outerwear, but also underwear. She will carefully choose it with the thought that "he might accidentally see it?"

Futaba: [But a certain idiot hasn't seen it for a year now, and it's a bit annoying. I took a picture and sent it to you. This way, it won't be a waste of my effort.]

【Futaba?】

Futaba: [What's wrong?]

【Are you really Futaba? 】

Futaba: [Of course it's me.]

[It's strange, Futaba, you've never been so proactive and straightforward.]

Futaba: [I just figured out a lot last night. Some words and some things, if kept inside, will only make me uncomfortable, so I might as well tell you all my thoughts. Of course, if you like being insulted, I can satisfy your strange habit.]

"Then please spare me. I don't mind, but I'm not interested in being constantly criticized."

Futaba: [Then, see you later.]

See you later.

There were no new messages on Line, so I put away my phone, had breakfast with Sister Shendong, and went out with my schoolbag and my lunch box.

Glass was the first one waiting at the intersection. When I reached her, she took the thermos from my hand and placed it in her bag, which already contained her lunch box. I'd thought it would be easier to carry it myself before, but when I handed her the bag, she'd always purse her lips and look a little disappointed. Over time, I stopped trying to help carry it.

Anyway, the two food boxes are just a little heavy in the hand, not very heavy objects.

Speaking of which, Fujiwara Haru has recently been learning how to craft magical weapons through the system's courses. He can obtain a lot of materials through the Snow Woman Clan. Thanks to his previous experience making many props, he has some understanding and advantages in this area, and he is making rapid progress in his studies. He will probably be able to craft the magical weapon he wants by the end of this year.

A magic weapon for daily small spells such as Henggu Defense, Light Feather, Strengthening the Body, Nourishing, and Beautifying. After wearing it, you will no longer have trouble carrying some heavy objects, and you can also resist one or two attacks, and send a signal to Fujiwara Haru.

However, the most useful one should be the Light Feather Spell.

The Romance of Immortal Heroes: After reducing your weight to a certain extent, you will have breasts that will not sag.

In fact, science fiction also has this kind of romance, but it has to go to the moon.

I walked over to Glass and observed her for a while: "Glass's hair accessories are very cute today."

Today, Glass wore a bunny-shaped hairpin, a style she had never seen before.

"Hmm? ~ This is Yuzuru's~ She made a bet with me that you wouldn't notice this extra hairpin today~"

"It's quite obvious, isn't it? You rarely wear headdresses, Glass."

"I'm so happy~ Haru-kun found this~ And, I won~"

"Hey, what did you bet on?"

"Washing the dishes~ Yuzuru will wash the dishes tonight~"

"Good morning, P!"

While the two were chatting, Hoshino Ai also arrived and threw herself into his arms.

"Good morning, Ai-chan."

No one stopped her and let her hold it as she pleased. After all, Hoshino Ai was extremely petite, only 1.5 meters tall, so it didn't affect anything. She was just a small pendant.

Chatting together on the roadside, waiting for the last person.

It didn't take long, about a minute later, I saw Futaba push open the door and walk towards this side.

Beneath her youthful school uniform, a pair of thin black pantyhose wrapped around her thighs and extended into the hem of her skirt, making it impossible to see what was inside.

She was actually wearing black stockings today, and she wasn't shy or annoyed. It reminded me of the times I'd asked her to wear something nice, but she'd always been met with a few sharp words. I'd only see it after her shyness faded.

Futaba was really frank today, and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

I thought it was incredible, and when she came over, I circled around her and looked at her for a while. Futaba also cooperated by stretching out her hands and spinning around so that I could see her thoroughly.

"Want to see under the skirt?"

The voice was calm, but the words were seductive.

Nodding in confirmation: "I want to see it."

Futaba glanced around and said, "Come to my house tonight. It's not very convenient to go to the street right now."

"Okay!"

My mood suddenly became happy. It is always a pleasure to be able to glimpse treasures that were rarely seen before.

We went to school together, and after arriving at school, we separated from Ai-chan and Futaba because of our different classes. When we were about to enter the classroom, we met the teacher with long pink hair, the one who had been helping with homework before.

I had asked my classmates what her name was before, so now I know her name: Sakura Ji.

Many people in the class called her Sister Ci. As Fujiwara Haru's memory gradually recovered, she didn't care much about this name, so she followed her classmates and called her Sister Ci.

When I met her, I greeted her: "Good morning, Sister Ci."

"Fujiwara-kun, good morning~"

Sakura stopped in front of him, a smile on her face, and spoke softly: "I saw Fujiwara-kun early this morning, and I feel that everything will go smoothly and with good luck from now on~"

"I don't think I have the attribute of a mascot."

"Hmm~ I don't know why, but seeing Fujiwara-kun makes me feel at ease, and I feel like something good is going to happen. I always have this feeling, it's magical~"

"I sound like a Zashiki-warashi."

"Hey! You can't say that. It's not like him at all. Not at all! Fujiwara-kun won't die young!"

"I'm just making an analogy."

"That's not possible either. You're using the wrong analogy."

Perhaps it was because of her sense of responsibility as a Chinese language teacher that Sakura Ci began to teach her naggingly. I listened carefully, and when she finished, I said goodbye: "I understand. I'll go to the classroom first. Goodbye, Sister Ci."

"Wait a moment, Fujiwara-kun."

"Is there anything else?"

"Have you been forgetting something lately?"

Sakuraji had a serious expression on her face.

Fujiwara Haru thought about it, recalled carefully, and was a little confused: "You haven't forgotten anything, right?"

"Club activities, it's a club activity, you haven't participated in it for a month!"

A somewhat annoyed expression appeared on Sakura Ji's childlike face.

That's right. I've been busy with things at the amusement park for the past month, so I haven't been to the club room or participated in any club activities. I've only been in touch with Kitagawa-san, Katsura-san, and the others through the group chat, and we rarely meet in person.

But why does Mr. Sakura Ji care about this matter?

Oh, and Fujiwara Haru remembered that his former club instructor was his Chinese language teacher, a gloomy, middle-aged woman. She had absolutely no interest in making props or cosplay, and was even somewhat opposed to it. She looked down on anime culture and had never visited the club room.

She was a "traditional" teacher. Rumor has it that she came to teach at the private Fengzhizaki Academy through connections. Her level was actually very low and she liked to belittle students.

Fujiwara Haru had asked her to be his tutor because she was the only one available and all the other teachers were busy. She had agreed to do so probably because of Fujiwara Haru's reputation and academic performance, and the benefits she would gain from being associated with him.

Now the Chinese teacher has been replaced by the pink-haired teacher Sakura Ji in front of me, and the middle-aged aunt who was gloomy and had a sour face all day long has gone somewhere.

It seems that the instructor of the Handmade Props Club should have been replaced by the teacher in front of her, Sakura Ji. She recently went to the club activity room and found that he, the president, was not there, so she came to check on him.

After figuring out the situation, Fujiwara Haru replied seriously: "I have some things to do recently. I will probably be busy until mid-July. Then I will be able to continue participating in club activities when I have some free time."

Although he didn't say what he was busy with, Sakura nodded and gave him full trust: "Is that so? Then Fujiwara-kun, please focus on handling your affairs first. I will keep an eye on the club."

As an instructor, Sakura Ji is still very responsible and serious.

After saying goodbye to her, he came to the classroom, brought Glass with him, said hello to Glass, and sat behind the girl with a ponytail.

He reached out and subconsciously grabbed the ponytail in his hand and played with it.

The girl at the front desk did not look back. She continued to tidy up her desk and prepare for class.

As the school bell rang, the courses at the end of the first semester of the second year of high school began.

The teacher was explaining the knowledge points at the podium, telling everyone that these were the key points to review, and mentioned the upcoming final exam to cheer everyone up.

Fujiwara Haru took notes and carefully wrote down the knowledge points on the blackboard. After confirming that the teacher was about to repeat the lesson, he lay down on the table in boredom.

The wind blew in from outside the window, causing a corner of the curtains beside the window to lift up, and also brought a slight feeling of heat.

The wind in summer is always like this, making people want to be comfortable but unable to feel comfortable. Occasionally, it makes people think: Winter is still better, I just need to wear more clothes and don’t have to sweat in the heat.

But in winter, this idea is probably reversed.

The class time was dull but also comfortable, and with the ringing of the noon bell, it was time for lunch.

I brought Glass to Futaba's activity room, and when I opened the door, I saw her boiling water in a beaker.

It was clear what she was going to do. In all likelihood, it was to make coffee.

"Good afternoon, Futaba."

"Good afternoon, Fujiwara."

When I walked in, I noticed what Futaba was wearing: a loose white coat over the JK uniform, which fell to the calves, covering the girl's JK skirt and black pantyhose.

She used to dress like this, often hiding her already mature and plump figure, not wanting to reveal too much.

I didn’t feel anything before, but today.

He took out his phone, opened Line, opened the chat with Futaba, and clicked on the picture he received in the morning again.

Oh~ So this is what she wears under her white coat, so naughty.

"What are you looking at."