Great Swordsman Ke Xue

After a long time, the lips parted.

Koji Shimizu is relatively relaxed. He knows how to breathe and other things without a teacher. He still has some energy left, or he has some unfinished ideas.

He has always been very calm, and kissing really makes him feel comfortable and even enjoys it.

But for Tsukamoto Sumi, on the one hand, Koji Shimizu's movements were sudden, and her posture of standing astride the car was tiring. On the other hand, she couldn't breathe.

"Senior, sit back and rest."

Shimizu Koji stretched out his hand and gently patted Tsukamoto Sumi's thigh. After a kiss, his actions seemed much more natural.

In other words, they have ended the initial stage of their relationship, because they already understood each other very deeply from the beginning.

From the bottom of his heart, Shimizu Koji has seriously taken this relationship seriously.

Just like what Tsukamoto Sumi said, if you like someone, you just like them. There is no reason. You don’t need any reason to like someone.

Therefore, even among the women that Koji Shimizu has come into contact with, Tsukamoto Sumi's conditions in all aspects are not considered to be the best.

She is just a female high school student in her third year of high school, but what does this have to do with the relationship between two people.

Love is a battlefield in a sense, and the one who shoots first is always more likely to win.

Tsukamoto Tamako wasn't wrong, but she didn't tell the whole story either.

Tsukamoto Sumi sat back in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. She should feel at ease, even as comfortable and enjoyable, but at this moment she couldn't calm down.

She reached out and brushed her refreshing short hair, looking at her reflection in the car window, she suddenly felt that her short hair, which she had always felt comfortable with, seemed a bit short and not feminine enough.

She looked at her face and felt something strange about her always heroic appearance.

She was unsure because she didn't know Koji Shimizu's preferences, or in other words, the phrase "I like lolita" in her mind was still lingering in her ears.

"Koji, do you think it would be better if my hair was longer?"

"Huh? No, senior sister, you are fine now, everything is fine."

Shimizu Koji drove the car, glanced over his shoulder, smiled slightly, and then looked away again.

Tsukamoto Sumi’s emotions are really easy to understand.

"Let's go on a date in a few days."

——

Ekoda High School.

The school bell rang, but a group of high school students seemed worse than elementary school students. They stood up and dispersed, even the teacher.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, the crowd left, and soon there were only two people left in the classroom of Class B, Grade 2, a boy and a girl.

Kuroba Kaito felt something was wrong. He hadn't finished packing his schoolbag, but Aoko had actually run out today.

The same goes for other people in the class. Even if it’s summer vacation, it’s not like this. They’ve all taken their schoolbags away. Are you planning not to participate in club activities?

Don’t we need to get together again today?

Scratching his face, Kuroba Kaito looked away from the classroom door, but then turned his head,

"Hey——! Hong, Hongzi, what are you going to do?"

Kuroba Kaito was so frightened that he didn't even care about his schoolbag. He threw it on his seat and turned around to run away.

But it is a pity that in order to achieve a certain goal this time, Koizumi Hongzi can be said to have broken the rules and spent a lot of money.

"stop."

Koizumi Hongzi only wears a school uniform in school.

Ekoda's school uniform is black, and the details are different from Teidan's school uniform. The boys' uniforms are breasted, and the girls' uniforms are similar. They are all classic JK pleated skirts, but their school uniforms also include an extra piece. Black knee-high socks.

As her name suggests, Koizumi Anko has long, fiery red hair. She ordered Kuroba Kaito to stop, with a faint red light shining in her eyes.

As expected, Kuroba Kaito stopped at the door, and at the same time, his eyes gradually lost focus.

He had just become a Phantom Thief, or even in the future, he would not be able to resist the magic of 'today' Koizumi Anko.

Because Koizumi Hongzi's magic today is not her own magic.

The last bit of ecstasy perfume left by her ancestor Daichi Magician was completely exhausted today. She gritted her teeth and looked at Kuroba Kaito who turned around blankly. Koizumi Anko felt her heart bleed.

During this period of time, she was really going to lose all her money.

If the divination results hadn't been a bloody omen a hundred times, she wouldn't have been so panicked.

"Kuroba Kaito, in the next period of time, you will forget that you know anyone like Koizumi Anko, nor do you know any information about magic or witches. You have never even heard of these words."

"do you understand?"

Kuroba Kaito slowly walked back to his seat and nodded seriously, "Wakada."

After receiving Kuroba Kaito's response, Koizumi Anko finally breathed a sigh of relief. After giving him a cold glance, she naturally had no intention of taking the opportunity to make Kuroba Kaito surrender to her.

Because that would 100% create an imbalance.

The special laws of operation of this world were something she could never disobey. She did not want to create a future for herself that was beyond her control.

"Okay, go ahead, Qingzi is waiting for you at the school gate."

"Wakada."

Seeing Kuroba Kaito, who was completely unaffected by him in the past, nodding mechanically and leaving, Koizumi Anko felt a little sad in her heart.

It would be great if she could really have such power.

But unfortunately, the era of magic is long gone.

Otherwise, the Koizumi family, which had been glorious for generations, would not have left only her now, hiding in a dark castle.

——

Shinjuku District, New Metro Hotel.

As one of the few five-star hotels in Tokyo, the conditions of New Metro Hotel are naturally needless to say, and all kinds of decoration and services are currently the best level.

In a presidential suite, the waitress who came to deliver the meal parked the dining cart and lifted the bright silver trays one by one.

A small piece of unknown barbecue, sushi, fish roe, truffles, etc., are all dishes with luxurious presentation but small portions.

There is also Haagen-Dazs special ice cream for dessert, but it is only a small cup.

The waiter placed the dishes neatly on the table, then turned around and bowed to the blonde beauty in a bathrobe who was shaking the red wine in the crystal goblet and holding a book in her hand on the sofa.

Then he turned around and pushed the dining cart and left silently.

If you look closer, you will find that what Vermouth, or Miss Chris, holds in her hand is not a literary book, but an annotated album.

There are men and women in the album, but there are only two people in total.

There is only one photo of the man, who looks rather vicissitudes of life, with a scruffy beard and wearing an ordinary suit, but he looks very mature and handsome.

He is neither tall nor short, 1.8 meters tall, which is also suitable.

The woman has short curly blonde hair, which is as bright and eye-catching as Vermouth's hair color. In most photos, she wears a pair of sunglasses, making it difficult to see her expression and face.

Her dress is different in each photo, and the places where she appears are completely different, with no pattern to follow.

But it is not difficult to see that she is also a rare beauty.

Vermouth's slender fingers stroked the man's photo, as if she could feel his face and his bone structure through the photo.

Her eyes are deep and blurred. Even without sunglasses, I am afraid that few people can see her thoughts.

For example, she paused for a moment, as if she had thought of something, but it was only a fleeting moment and could not be detected.