Naruto: If I ask you to kill Sasuke, you will become a succubus?

I was sweating under the quilt, and when I heard this, I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly climbed out. "It's so hot in there!"

Naruto ran behind the door and looked out the window. After making sure that the teacher had left and walked far away, he came back and said, "I was so scared. I thought I would be discovered!"

"Is it obvious that I'm hiding in there?"

"It's obvious!" Naruto said, "It's bulging a lot!"

"Eh--"

"But with me here, I can block part of it for you, so it's not that obvious!"

I couldn't help but wonder, "How can I hide most naturally? Would it be better if I lay under Sasuke's legs? Because if he bends his knees, there will be a space under them. If I can curl up there, wouldn't it be a perfect disguise?"

Naruto supported me and said, "You can try it!"

We instantly felt that this experiment was more interesting than playing cards, but Sasuke seemed to disagree: "...Hello?"

But Naruto and I ignored him. We lifted the quilt and found that he had laid his legs flat.

Naruto said: "Don't interfere with our research!"

I followed up by saying, “Maybe it will be a very important skill when performing missions in the future!”

Sasuke: "..."

His expression said he didn't.

But Naruto already had a mischievous smile on his face, he lifted the quilt and grabbed Sasuke's ankle, I helped Naruto hold his other ankle, and together we bent his legs again.

Sasuke looked speechless, but without his acquiescence, we would not have been able to succeed - although his cooperation was a little hesitant and reluctant, he finally cooperated.

Naruto tried to crawl in first, and I put the blanket over him to see the effect.

After a while, Naruto struggled out and asked, "How is it?"

His hair was a little messy, I helped him fix his bangs and shook my head regretfully: "No, it's a little obvious. Look at me."

I wasn't sure if Naruto was hiding strictly according to the posture I imagined, so I decided to try it myself according to my imagination.

I crawled into the quilt, which was warm inside, but after a while I started to feel stuffy. I think I need to practice holding my breath more.

Although Sasuke's legs are supposed to provide cover for us, they actually feel like a nuisance under the covers because they often hinder my movements.

His thighs would sometimes hit my shoulders, and his knees would sometimes hit my head. As we bumped along, I would occasionally feel a piece of soft, delicate, warm flesh rubbing against my cheek. Curious, I tried to tilt my head to confirm what it was, only to realize that Sasuke was wearing shorts, and when he bent his legs, the skin on the back of his thighs was exposed.

My breath brushed against his skin, and Sasuke's legs suddenly tightened, trapping me between his thighs and calves. I felt like I couldn't breathe, so I quickly pulled back.

"No... I can only hide my upper body in there at most. How can this be possible?"

I took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling very frustrated that the facts were different from what I had imagined. By the way, I noticed that Sasuke's sitting position had slumped a little bit compared to before.

The pillow on the bed had been placed horizontally behind his back, but now it was placed behind his head.

He was curled up in the pillow, his face glanced to the other side, his expression seemed very unhappy, not looking at us, the lower half of his face was hidden in the wide collar of the Uchiha family, which inexplicably reminded me of Shino.

However, he always looks unhappy, as if he is unhappy all the time, so I can't tell why he is unhappy.

Naruto was very unconvinced: "Is there really no way to hide it?"

I said, "We can ask Shikamaru later. I'm sure Shikamaru will have a solution."

At this time, there was only a little water left in Sasuke's medicine bottle.

I asked, "Do I need to get another shot after this one?"

"No." Naruto said, "Teacher said before that after this injection, you can go home and rest."

"Naruto, are you going to take him back? If Naruto goes, I'll go too."

"I'm not going. Iruka-sensei will probably take him back."

"Then Naruto can come back to class later?"

"Class is so boring... Let's go out and play together, Chaolu!"

I looked into Naruto's sparkling eyes and hesitated for a long time. Logically, it would be best for me to stay with him the whole time.

However, it is impossible for Naruto to leave Konoha now. As long as he doesn't stay alone with Uchiha Sasuke in the village, he shouldn't encounter any danger or accidents. In this case, it should be okay for me not to follow him.

"No, I have to attend class." I helped him fix his hair further and said, "I am different from Naruto. I don't have as good a talent as you, so I can only study hard so that I can be useful to Naruto in the future."

It is said that Haruno Sakura has always worked very hard, and finally became an extremely outstanding medical ninja, possessing powerful strength that is no less than her master Tsunade. However, in the final battle, she could not catch up with Naruto and Sasuke.

Even though I have the bloodline and abilities that were specially selected by Orochimaru, I dare not let my guard down.

"I don't have any talent..." Naruto was a little embarrassed. He scratched his hair nervously, "I can't understand anything in class. Chaolu is really good. She always gets high scores in every exam!"

He put his hand down and thought for a moment, "Forget it, I'm not going to play..."

I asked, "What's wrong?"

Naruto's face wrinkled, "Asaka is so good, I'm afraid I won't be able to be of any use to Asaka in the future."

I couldn't help but laugh: "That won't happen!"

Naruto should go call the teacher over, so I immediately picked up the cards scattered on the quilt and the floor and prepared to leave the infirmary.

Before leaving through the window, I smiled and waved at Naruto: "I'll wait for you in the classroom."

Naruto also grinned and waved at me, "Yeah!"

When I quietly slipped into the classroom, Shikamaru was taking notes, which was rare. I glanced at his notebook. It was my notebook and he was helping me take notes.

When I sat next to him, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I thought you wouldn't be back this morning."

I secretly glanced at the teacher and whispered to him, "Sasuke's injection is almost finished. Naruto, go get the infirmary teacher to remove the needle. Iruka-sensei should be sending Sasuke home to rest soon, and Naruto can come back to class."

"Iruka-sensei just came to check on us."

"Hey!" I was surprised. "Did he find me?"

"I noticed you were gone, so I told you to go to the bathroom and be back soon. Be thankful Iruka-sensei can't go into the girls' room, because if the boys weren't there, he would have gone to the bathroom looking for someone."

"Then he can also ask a female teacher to go in and take a look."

"Don't worry, the teacher's image of you is enough for them to trust you. After all, you are an excellent student, and excellent students always have privileges." Shikamaru shrugged his shoulders after saying this, and then pushed the notebook in front of me without any hesitation, handed me the pen, and complained: "Then you can take notes yourself, it's so troublesome, I'm so tired of writing."

I picked up the pen with my right hand, handed it to him with my left hand and asked him, "Thank you for your hard work. Can I help you rub it?"

Shikamaru said "Huh?" subconsciously, and jokingly muttered, "Is this true?"

"Really?" I widened my eyes, not understanding how this could be "false". "Shikamaru must have been tired from copying notes for me."

He stared at me for a while, then silently placed his hand on my left hand.

I don’t really know anything about massage, but just kneading in various ways to relax should be enough, right?

I thought so while trying to keep up with the teacher's lesson progress, and at the same time, I held Shikamaru's hand and kneaded it under the desk.

"Where are you tired? If you want me to focus on relaxing, just tell me."

Shikamaru said "hmm" vaguely, but didn't say anything specific. I had to see the situation myself and kneaded his palms, kneading his fingers.

Later, I caught up with the teacher's progress and listened to the class unconsciously. The massage stopped unknowingly. Under the desk, only my fingertips were lightly hooked on his fingertips. Shikamaru was lying on the table with his back to me, as if he had fallen asleep, and he was quiet without reminding me.