My love is abyss mode

Chapter 3: The pure female classmate is sexy and cute

The next day, when Kuronuma Yama woke up, Shirakawa Momo and her old leather backpack were nowhere to be seen. Only the folds of the bed sheet still lingered with a rose-colored scent.

He reached out from under the quilt, turned off the alarm on his cell phone on the bedside table, got up from the bed, and noticed a white sticky note on the low wooden table.

[Today is the first day of school, you have transferred to another school, don’t take the wrong train]
[Shirakawa Peach]
The room was quiet. The bright sunlight shone through the window glass and scattered on the white sheets. There was a warm smell in the air.

Kuronuma Kiba put the note back where it belonged, went into the bathroom to wash up, changed into his new academy uniform, opened the refrigerator, and took out a discounted bento box wrapped in a transparent plastic box.

He picked up his lunch box and went downstairs, then bought some bagged bread and milk in a paper bag at a nearby convenience store for breakfast. He ate while walking to the tram stop.

The clear sky made me feel relaxed, and my sleepy head started to wander.

Why does Momo Shirakawa need 50 yen so urgently?

A gambling dad or a sick mom?

Although we were classmates and often worked together, I have never heard her say anything about herself, and it seems that her former classmates and teachers don't know her either.

I remember that there were several times when she went to school with injuries on her face. Could she have been blackmailed?

It could also be a scam.

While eating breakfast, Kuronuma Kiba walked to the tram station, his thoughts spreading like weeds, and before he knew it, he was on the Mita Line.

Get off at Baishan Station and walk for 5 minutes, and the gate of the private Qinglan College comes into view.

The female teacher who had been contacted in advance was already waiting under the lush ancient tree. Her long golden wavy hair set off her charming face, and her black professional suit outlined her sexy figure.

She is gorgeous and beautiful, and exudes the temperament of a mature and royal woman in her every move.

Especially the third button on the chest of the white shirt is particularly prominent, trying hard to maintain the bottom line.

Seeing Black Marshfang from a distance, she waved and greeted him with a warm smile on her face.

"Nice to meet you, Kuronuma-san. I'm Inada Masaru, and I'm your class supervisor. Welcome to the Private Qinglan Academy."

"Good morning, Mr. Inada, thank you for your guidance in the future." Kuronuma Kiba bowed politely in greeting.

"Let's talk while we walk. Class will be starting soon."

Inada Masa raised his wrist, glanced at the watch face, and led him into the academy gate, introducing the history of the private Qinglan Academy and the various regulations of the academy.

Under the clear blue sky, the two walked through the atrium, entered the teaching building, and walked up the stairs to the door of Grade 1 Class 1. Through the wooden door, they could faintly hear the sound of fighting in the classroom.

"Kuronuma-san, I'd like to invite you to join the class group chat. Also, Private Qinglan Academy requires every student to join at least one club."

Inada Masa stopped, took out her cell phone to exchange contact information with Kuronuma Kiba, and invited him to join the group chat. Then she lowered her head to adjust her black pencil skirt and smooth out the wrinkles.

The plump and attractive buttocks are tightly wrapped in the skirt, showing their roundness and fullness, and the high-waisted black stockings made of mercerized fabric highlight the slender legs in the sun.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll go tell the students."

"it is good."

When Inada Miyabi entered the classroom, Kuronuma Ya leaned against the wall in the corridor, feeling somewhat bored. He took out his phone and browsed the Qinglan Academy forum.

[Shock! The mint-colored boy will transfer to the private Qinglan Academy!]
[When I thought the legend about the three Qinglan colleges was just a rumor, I found out.]
Winning the Yulongqi Kendo Tournament may seem difficult, but it's actually not easy at all.
[I can extend my summer vacation by sleeping off-peak. I'm a genius!]
He clicked on the first post, which was published a week ago. There were already hundreds of replies below. Some questioned it, some were happy, and many were unwelcome.

It seems that something bad might happen on the first day of the new semester.

"Kuronuma-san, please come in."

Hearing the crisp voice of Inada Miyabi from the classroom door beside him, Heinuma Ya put his cell phone in his trouser pocket and walked into the classroom through the front door.

At nine o'clock in the morning in early September in Tokyo, the air still felt hot.

The glass windows cut the sunlight into diamond-shaped spots, outlining his slender figure and well-defined facial features. His tough yet elegant aura cast a mint-colored filter in the classroom, causing the students below to whisper.

"Hey, the rumors on the academy forum are true."

"It's that bad guy!"

"Why did he suddenly transfer here?"

"So handsome—"

"Xingli, during the Jade Dragon Banner, didn't you always say you wanted his contact information?"

Since coming to Tokyo, Kuronuma Kiba has gradually become accustomed to these voices and is no longer surprised when girls suddenly approach him.

Next is the self-introduction session.

He picked up half a piece of white chalk from the groove at the bottom of the blackboard. The moment the chalk was drawn across the blackboard, a tiny white light slowly rotated in the air.

[Kuronuma Kuronuma]
[Kiba]
He casually threw the chalk back into the groove, turned around to face his future classmates under the podium, and introduced himself.

"My name is Kuronuma, and I will be transferring to the private Qinglan Academy starting today."

As brief and featureless as a freshly discarded piece of white chalk.

The classroom became quiet, with only the whirring sound of the fan overhead.

Seeing that Kuronuma Ya had nothing more to say, Inada Miyabi, who was standing on the other side of the podium, showed a somewhat embarrassed expression and signaled him with his eyes to say a few more words.

It seemed like they were afraid that he wouldn't be able to integrate into the class smoothly.

What a trouble—Hei Lunya pondered for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised, and his black eyes glanced at the students below with a playful look.

"Supervisor, polite words like 'please advise me' don't seem necessary. I think everyone knows me."

Inada Miyabi held her forehead with a headache, her brows furrowed. Thinking of the Dean's instructions, she forced a smile again:
"Kuronuma-san is truly special. Let me think, is it okay for me to sit in the back row by the window for now?"

"Yes."

boom--

"hateful!"

Just as I was about to step down from the podium, before I could even lift my foot, an inappropriately rough voice came from the back of the classroom, along with the sound of fists hitting the table and the shrill sound of chair legs rubbing against the wooden floor.

Kuronuma Fang looked up at the back corner of the classroom where the sound came from, next to the trash can. A burly red-haired boy stood up, pointed at him, and gave him a look burning with anger.

The white shirt of the college uniform could not hide his strong muscular outline, and the buttons on his chest were almost broken, but it was a pity that he was a man.

"You seem to have something against me?"

Black Swamp Fang narrowed his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife, and the black aura of a man-eating wolf covered the mint-colored filter that made most girls' hearts skip a beat.

"Why would a guy like this, who gave up the competition, transfer to this top prestigious school in Tokyo?"

The unknown boy was not at all nervous and practically shouted as he said this.

During the past summer vacation in August, all of Japan's attention was focused on the Yulongqi Kendo Tournament, which represents the highest level of kendo.

He led his team to defeat the private Qinglan Academy Kendo Club in the semi-finals, but when facing the Kyoto team in the final, he chose to withdraw from the competition for no reason.

For the Kendo Club of the Private Qinglan Academy, which longs for the Jade Dragon Flag, this is absolutely unacceptable.

Because of this, Kuronuma Yama, who decided to withdraw from the competition as a general, has the reputation of having a "bad personality".

The chirping of cicadas wrapped in sunlight shattered in the tense air, drawing a jagged dividing line. The atmosphere gradually became subtle and was not friendly to Black Swamp Fang.

Inada Masa smiled and tried to lighten the mood: "Ishiguro-san, Kuronuma-san ranked first in the national mock exam last semester."

"Qinglan is a prestigious school with a long history and excellent school spirit. Doesn't it have any requirements for the students' character?"

Bang - Bang -

Ishiguro pounded the table again with his clenched fist, showing no sign of backing down, and raised his voice a few notches higher:
"I will never approve of someone who abandons and gives up halfway!"

“Please stop.”

The sarcastic words of Heinuma Fang were on the tip of his tongue, but before he could finish them, an innocent female classmate sitting in the front row of the classroom stood up with her hands on the desk, and cast a dissatisfied look at the male classmate behind her.

"Ishiguro-san, if you don't want to be disliked any more, please sit down. You know, in the eyes of girls, being handsome is justice."

A typical beautiful girl with a sexy figure, she has an overwhelming advantage among her classmates.

As she finished her words in a light voice, several girls simultaneously cast disgusted glances at Ishiguro, and at the same time scolded him in voices that were deliberately lowered but clearly audible.

Faced with the exclusionary atmosphere, the strong Ishiguro had no courage to confront it and sat back in his chair awkwardly.

So that's how it is. This innocent girl with an unbelievably beautiful figure is the core of this class, Kuronuma Kiba thought.

Like "reading the air", the existence of small groups in the class is also a feature that must be tasted in Japan.

There are a few people who have a good relationship with every classmate, mingle in all small groups, and occupy the highest position in the class.

For example, this pure and lovely female classmate.

"My name is Shinkai Shiona."

Shinkai Shiona placed her hands on the lower part of the red bow on her chest, revealing her white teeth, and gave Kuronuma Ya a brilliant smile like an angel:

"I hope we can become good friends. Please give me your guidance in the future."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Faced with this kind of sweet and almost coquettish way of speaking that could instantly make a man with no experience with women fall for her, Kuronuma Ya's response could be said to be quite indifferent.

Being with this kind of social butterfly will only waste a lot of time, money and energy on all kinds of boring things. He is not here to just waste time.

Between rosy youth and endless music every night, of course I would choose the latter.

"About why I transferred to this college."

Kuronuma Kiba's gaze shifted from Shinkai Shiona's impressive breasts to Ishiguro-san at the back of the classroom.

"The reason is simple. The dean of this college approached me and asked me to transfer here. He offered to waive all fees and provide an additional 5 yen scholarship per month."

The bad tone and arrogant attitude attracted the dissatisfaction of most classmates.

Of course, the more important reason was that he bluntly rejected the advances of Shinkai Shiona, the core figure of the class.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere clinging to his skin, Kuronuma Fang walked unhurriedly towards the empty table and chair by the window in the back row, continuing to speak to himself:
"Besides, would I need your approval for a guy who can't even hold a knife?"

The classroom was completely silent, and Ishiguro, who wanted to lose his temper, had nothing to say.

In the semi-finals of Yulongqi, when he faced Heihuanya, his knife slipped out of his hand several times due to his terrifying strength, and he ended up in a humiliating way with a foul.

This is also the reason why he was angry. Heinuma Fang clearly had the ability to win the championship, but chose to withdraw from the competition.

It seemed to mock their efforts in swinging their swords thousands of times every day for the Jade Dragon Flag, and to belittle the tears of regret and remorse after defeat.

Seeing that one problem was followed by another, the female teacher on the podium felt as if Hei Nuya was twisting her head with pliers. It gave her a headache, but she had no way to refute it.

What he said was the truth. It was indeed Qinglan Academy that invited students to transfer in order to get the "number one in the country" and "kendo genius".

After all, Japan is a society with a declining birth rate, and colleges also have to consider their reputation. If they have one more outstanding student, who knows how many new students they can recruit in March next year. If the number of applicants is too small, less outstanding students will be able to pass the entrance exam.

"Everyone, class is starting now."

Inada Masa could only calm the storm down by force. The first class happened to be mathematics, which she was responsible for, and the bell for class rang at the perfect time.

Hei Zanya had no interest in math class, so he called out the system, pretended to be listening to the lecture, and continued to study the [Instructions], looking for loopholes word by word.

Before I knew it, the bell rang and Inada Masa announced the end of get out of class. She walked out of the classroom briskly and the sound of her high heels tapping on the floor drifted away in the corridor.

The female classmates gathered in twos and threes to discuss last night's TV series and the latest magazines. Amidst the laughter and chatter, there was a thick smell like maple syrup.

As expected, because of his rejection of Shinkai Shiona, his arrogant attitude when introducing himself, and his reputation for a bad personality, no one came to make friends with Kuronuma Kiba.

This was exactly the result he wanted. Even when he was working part-time, he was always hit on and wanted to go home. It was really annoying.

Open the window, and the wind mixed with the remaining warmth of late summer blows past your side face. The white curtains rise and fall slowly, and the color of the sky feels like ice-cold soda touching the tip of your tongue.

"The weather is so nice."

A sweet voice came to his ears, and Kuronuma Kiba looked back from the side. Shinkai Shiona was walking towards him with a smile, her long chestnut hair shining, and her green eyes were like sunshine shining in the woods.

She sat sideways on his desk without any hesitation. The coolness from the wood grain pressed against her soft thighs, highlighting her perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

"Hey, Kuronuma-kun."

"what's up?"

Compared to Shinkai Shiona's delicate tone, Kuronuma Kiba's words were quite indifferent, and he frowned impatiently as he asked.

Probably an invitation to a party after school, right?
Bored students enjoy splitting expenses and wasting time, yet they never get tired of it.

Use work as an excuse to refuse.

"If it's a social or a party, I have to work and don't have time."

"You won't be able to make friends if you're like this, Kuronuma-kun?" Shinkai Shiona narrowed her eyes and reminded with a smile, her expression quite cute.

"I do not care."

Socializing is not a necessity in life, and there are many people who enjoy solitude.

"That's it-"

She dragged out the words, pinching her chin with her white fingers, nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Does Kuronuma-kun care about the academy's rules?"

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Private Qinglan Academy has a rule that 'students must join at least one club'. Do you understand this, Kuronuma-kun?"

Shinkai Shiona supported herself on the edge of the desk with both hands, leaned forward, and her chest, which was emphasized as a foul, almost touched Kuronuma Kiba's face.

"So?" He leaned back slightly, moving away.

Kuronuma Kiba was aware that as a transfer student he was particularly conspicuous. Many small groups of girls in the classroom were intentionally or unintentionally glancing at him and Shinkai Shiona, their watchful eyes making them feel like thorns in their backs.

If strange rumors were circulating in the academy, it would be quite disturbing.

"Have you decided which club to join, Kuronuma-kun?"

This chapter has also been modified and is not the original version.

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