Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 87 I won’t go back tonight

"Wait until ten o'clock, I'll call a taxi and you can take it back."

"It's too dangerous to be alone at night."

Sayuri Sato glanced at the night.

"Then I won't go back."

Kitahara thought.

Since I'm here, I don't plan to go home.

Sayuri Sato was startled. "You're not really planning on sleeping on her couch, are you?"

"That's not the case."

“But there are no hotels nearby.”

"Isn't there a sofa here?" Beiyuan patted her leg, intending to be a joke, but her answer was unexpected.

"I only have one quilt."

The aloof female teacher was quite innocent at times. "If you stay overnight, you'll catch a cold, even if the heater is on in the living room."

"So Sayuri wants to kick me out?" Kitahara said with an "oh".

"not me."

Sayuri Sato didn't know what to say.

After all, this is a teachers' apartment. He stayed overnight and was caught on camera the next day. How would she explain this to the school?
"Okay, I'm leaving." Kitahara stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment--"

Sayuri Sato stopped him and lowered her voice a little: "Asuka and I will take you there later. We haven't spoken for a long time. Let's chat."

After all, Kitahara came here to help, and she really wanted to talk to him.

Seeing the change on the cold teacher's face, Beiyuan knew that she had softened her heart.

Once you soften your heart, many things will become easier.

The advantage is mine.

As long as it is after 11 o'clock in the evening, Sato Sayuri will still be willing to let herself go back alone.

Her favorability has reached 73.

After not seeing each other for such a long time, he actually grew a little taller. This shows that although this female teacher appears cold on the surface, she is actually very passionate in her heart.

Kitahara sneered.

Sayuri Sato looked at his fiery gaze and turned her head away with a blank face.

"Is your boss still giving you trouble?" Kitahara responded and asked casually.

"No trouble, but they gave me two pieces of clothing." Sato Sayuri frowned and said, "Of course I didn't accept them. They were too expensive. I saw that they were Prada."

"Favors are always the most troublesome thing."

Sayuri Sato probably has a lot of things accumulated, and she is a girl who likes gossip at heart, so once she has a channel to talk, she can talk endlessly.

About ten minutes.

Kitahara heard a slight sound and looked up, and the female teacher was embarrassed.

"Didn't you eat enough just now?"

“Not very appetizing.”

“I really can’t appreciate kaiseki cuisine.”

Beiyuan got off the sofa and went to the kitchen to take a look: "I'll make you dinner. Do you have any ingredients?"

“I bought some on Friday and haven’t finished it yet.”

"Don't cook anymore. I'll just have some instant noodles later."

Sayuri Sato shook her head.

Beiyuan is a man of action, he keeps his word, no matter what she says. Anyway, this woman is very awkward. Many times she says no but actually wants something, but because of her status she refuses to act coquettishly, and in the end she swallows all the grievances.

Sayuri Sato looked at Kitahara who was busy in the kitchen, and stood there not knowing what to do.

It’s not that she can’t cook, but she’s not as professional as Beiyuan. Plus, she usually eats in the cafeteria, so her cooking skills are not very good. So she simply went back to her room, looked at the messy bed, and made it.

“Even though it’s not necessary, it still needs to be tidy.”

She muttered to herself for a while, then went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

Had a meal.

Kitahara checked the time and asked, "Teacher Kosaka hasn't finished washing yet?"

"Women take a long time to shower, and this is only an hour."

"How about you give me some extra lessons, Mr. Sato?"

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Sato Sayuri frowned and looked at Kitahara without saying anything.

Beiyuan didn't say anything, just looked at her.

"It's too late, and studying won't be efficient. Let's talk about this tomorrow." Sato Sayuri said lightly.

"I don't think that's right."

Kitahara said seriously, "You can participate in learning at any time."

Sayuri Sato glared at him fiercely.

She turned her face away without saying a word. She remembered how passionate they were last time.

This little bastard still wants to do this.

"Asuka will be done soon, just bear with it," she whispered. "It won't be convenient if she calls later."

"What are you enduring? I was talking about studying."

Kitahara feigned doubt.

Sayuri Sato also realized her slip of the tongue. She froze instantly, frowned, and whispered, "Are you very proud?"

"I just missed you."

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The sudden words left Sato Sayuri speechless.

She swallowed.

In fact, she herself missed him a little, but she was reserved about her status and dared not say anything.

But Kitahara set a precedent.
"I only have Chinese language textbooks here."

Sayuri Sato gave her the sternest warning with her eyes: "Don't have any other thoughts. I'm just teaching you. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Mr. Sato!"

It's Teacher Sato again!

Sato Sayuri was embarrassed and annoyed. Normally, he called her Sayuri, but when things got serious, he called her teacher. How could she not know what he was thinking?
Sato Sayuri couldn't help but knocked him on the head and said sternly in a low voice: "Be serious!"

"If you keep acting like that, I'll kick you out!"

Ah.

Kitahara glanced at the favorability system with interest.

You say a lot of harsh words, but are you really willing to drive away?

Sayuri Sato first sent a voice message to Asuka Kousaka, saying that she wanted to tutor Kitahara with her grades and asked her to postpone the matter. Then, she twisted her perky hips and went back to the study to get the textbooks.

Kitahara looked at her swaying hips and navy blue jeans, and felt a little itchy in his heart.

This kind of young woman is really suitable for wearing jeans, which can show her perfect figure clearly, especially the curve of her buttocks outlined by the jeans, which sways slightly when she walks.

"The Holy Body of Innate Jeans!"

"Don't come here yet!"

Kitahara heard a scolding. It turned out to be Sato Sayuri standing at the door of the study, looking at him expressionlessly.

"How can you tutor in the living room? Isn't it uncomfortable for you to keep your head down?"

"coming!"

Beiyuan didn't care about her expression. No matter how fierce she pretended to be, it was just an act.

study.

It was a small room where Sayuri Sato placed two chairs, and outside the window was the playground of Fukita Omine.

"Sit down first."

Sayuri Sato patted the stool next to her. She had just finished her meal and her stomach was still a little bloated, so it was uncomfortable to sit down.

Kitahara glanced sideways.

There was an obvious bulge in the upper part of her abdomen, forming a beautiful arc.

"Sato-sensei, won't you sit down?"

"I'll rest for a while."

"Row."

Beiyuan entered the room and did not forget to lock the door.

Sato Sayuri looked back and said nothing.

Kitahara sat down and Sayuri Sato leaned over. There was a refreshing scent on her body. Kitahara had smelled it as early as when they were eating. At this moment, the two of them were almost touching each other, and he felt it even more deeply.

"The postgraduate entrance examination consists of four parts. I looked at your previous papers. Your Chinese is very good, and you almost got full marks, but your argument is very poor."

“It is important to review the questions.”

"Here is a postgraduate entrance exam paper from Qingda University. Take a look at this question. It includes the government's recent new policies."

The content of the Chinese language test in the postgraduate entrance examination is actually very profound.

Moreover, it is often linked to disciplines, such as political geography.

Such essay questions take up a large part of the article.

Beiyuan glanced at the question and pondered for a moment.

Sayuri Sato stood aside and saw that he was very focused, and her face relaxed unconsciously. Although he was not serious at ordinary times, he was quite focused when it came to studying.

"Sayuri, take a look." Kitahara finished writing and handed the paper to her.

Sayuri Sato noticed that the address had changed.

She rolled her eyes.

Sure enough, this little bastard only calls himself teacher when he is not serious.

I don't know where he learned this, it's terrible.

She took the paper, glanced down at it, and said in surprise: "You..."

The logic is clear and organized.

It's like it was written according to the reference answer.

"Have you done this before?" This was Sayuri Sato's first reaction.

"No."

"Then why did you do so poorly on your freshman year final exam?"

Sayuri Sato didn't believe Kitahara's rapid progress.

“Is there a possibility that I am a genius?”

"How can a genius do so poorly on the test?"

Sayuri Sato couldn't help but pat him: "Change it, I think you have done it before."

Kitahara shrugged helplessly.

"I told the truth."

Sayuri Sato smiled and took out another one. She was a Chinese teacher, and there weren't many other things she wanted to do, but there were a lot of papers. No matter how studious Kitahara was, it was impossible for him to finish them all.

She deliberately picked an unpopular one and planned to test Beiyuan.

"Isn't this a bit blurry?" Kitahara glanced around and realized that the question was wrong.

"Ok?"

Sato Sayuri was puzzled for a moment and bent down. Because she was standing behind Kitahara and the place was a bit crowded, she had to lean over.

As the body moved, the plump part outlined by the turtleneck sweater almost touched Kitahara's face.

He turned his head in surprise.

The tip of my nose twitched slightly, and it was a pleasant smell.

Specifically, it was the body odor of a woman. Although he had taken a shower, the heating in the restaurant was still very strong, so he sweated a little. Kitahara couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Sayuri Sato also noticed something was wrong, so she stepped back and looked at Kitahara with a frown.

She was gossiping in her heart.

You dare to inhale everything, don’t you think it smells bad?

Sayuri Sato felt that she was a little sweaty and also had the smell of the restaurant's ingredients on her body, which was a bit strange no matter how you looked at it. But on the contrary, from the perspective of others, there was only a very pleasant body odor.

"Please sit down. Standing is not convenient at all," Kitahara said.

"You squeeze aside."

The study has always been small.

Next to it is a bookshelf and a single desk, so it is a bit too crowded for two people.

After Sayuri Sato sat down, she felt a little uncomfortable with her bloated stomach.

The jeans she wore were tight, the kind that showed off her figure. Although she exercised regularly, she still had some fat on her body. In addition, she had just eaten, so even if she sucked in her stomach hard, she still felt the tightness.

(End of this chapter)