Miki Kujo stood up and left the table. After the inaudible sound of the door closing, Toru Watanabe crawled out of the quilt in the direction of Rin Kiyono.

After all his body came out, he fell to the ground as if exhausted.

Hot face, pressed against the cold floor:

"Hiss~"

The whole person came to life.

"Watanabe, are you okay?" Koizumi Aina asked with concern.

"Still alive." Toru Watanabe replied weakly.

He moved his position slightly, and the area just now was no longer ice enough.

Qingye Rin took his hardcover book and opened it slowly:

"I don't understand why you want to hide. You're not doing anything wrong, or are you already so afraid of her?"

"Who said I didn't do anything wrong? Have you forgotten? When Meiji came, I was just talking to you." Watanabe Toru turned over again.

This is of course nonsense.

Imagine that your girlfriend walked into a room and saw her boyfriend and three beautiful women sitting on a quilt, playing games with very ambiguous punishments - such as feeding them oranges.

Most girls would definitely be angry if they saw her, let alone the extremely possessive Miss Kujo Miki.

And once she gets angry, it's not as simple as ignoring someone.

Forget it about Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono, one suffers from the physical pain, but they reconcile in bed at night, a meaningless quarrel of words.

But what about Koizumi Aina and Akiko? These two "innocent" teachers will definitely be unlucky and may very well leave their jobs.

"Love talk? Stop talking nonsense." Qingye Rin said dissatisfied.

"Don't you just like me, Kiyono-kun?" Toru Watanabe laughed, staring at her expression from top to bottom.

"Where did you see that? The best I can say is that I don't hate it."

"A very classic answer! I have read in books that if girls don't hate them, they actually like them."

"Watanabe-san, stop reading strange books. Your mental state is not normal. I'm afraid you will end up in a mental hospital one day."

"Are you shy? But it doesn't matter. I also like Qingye-san's way of saying it."

"How on earth can you cure your self-righteousness?"

"Let me touch your legs? It will feel very effective again."

"Forget it, just continue to be sick." Qingye Rin refused without thinking.

"You're not a kid anymore, why are you trying to mess with me now?"

"Shut up."

"OK."

The conversation between the two of them started abruptly, sang in harmony, was fast-paced, and ended inexplicably. There was no room for a third person to interrupt.

Seeing them like this, Koizumi Aona remembered what happened a long time ago.

In fact, it didn't take long, probably when the spring of this year ends and summer is about to begin.

She asked two people with whom she had a bad relationship to help tutor students who needed to make up the exams. As a thank you, she treated them to barbecue.

At the barbecue restaurant, facing the two people who were quarreling, she said, "You will definitely become friends, and maybe even become comrades who are closer than friends."

Now, we have become really close. Although we are not comrades in arms, we are lovers.

Koizumi Aina was a little emotional, and smiled and said to the two of them: "The relationship between you two has become very good."

"Isn't it very good? It is very good. Kiyono-san is my most important friend." Watanabe Toru moved forward a face distance and put his face on the new ground.

"What about Kumiko, whom I like, I like, I like very much?" Rin Kiyono pinched the footer of the page with his fingers, his eyes still falling on the book.

Watanabe Toru was speechless for a moment: "...Is this how I introduced her to you?"

"Aren't you still chatting on line? Isn't that why Kujo-san came to see you just now?"

"Kumiko and I are just friends with similar interests, and my liking for her is just an ordinary love. If it were really a relationship of 'I like, I like, I like Kumiko, I really like her', how dare I throw my phone away casually."

"You mean, your love for me is unusual?"

"That is of course... a confidential matter."

"The response is very fast." Qingye Rin praised.

"Thank you for the compliment." Toru Watanabe said modestly.

If you don't react quickly, you will die early.

"Speaking of which? Watanabe, you look very experienced. You have done this kind of thing a lot, right?" Akiko teased as he ate the four oranges that belonged to the winner.

"What experience!"

An hour in the kotatsu? Toru Watanabe, who has always been good at summarizing, deeply reflected countless times.

He said: "Is it because I have no experience? That's why I immediately chose to get under the kotatsu, which almost killed me!"

Akiko and Koizumi Aina giggle? Even though they are 25 years old, their laughter is as beautiful as girls.

"Eat an orange? Replenish water." Koizumi Aina handed him an orange.

"Thank you, teacher." Toru Watanabe didn't eat it. Instead, he placed the orange with a cold skin on the side of his face.

After resting for a while, after the sweat on his body had dried and his face was no longer hot, he slowly sat up.

"I plan to go back and take a shower. My body is covered in sweat." He turned his attention to Qingye Rin who was reading a book, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, I'll take my leave, too." Rin Kiyono stood up from the kotatsu and elegantly straightened the folds on her white skirt.

Watanabe Toru drank the tea he had been carrying for an hour and then took "In Search of Lost Time" and oranges.

Koizumi Aina sent the two of them to the door.

"Children today are so awesome!" Huangzi began to peel the third orange. "They can say the words 'long time, many times, large amount'."

Koizumi Aina sat on the kotatsu, thinking of their complicated relationship, she frowned and said worriedly:

"I don't know how long Watanabe can keep it secret."

"That kid has his own fault. Who told him to have two different things?" Huangzi stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, "Qingna, you doted on him too much. Maybe one day he begs you to be one of his girlfriends, and you might do the same.

Will agree."

"Don't talk nonsense! We have a teacher-student relationship!"

"Yes, yes, it is a close teacher-student relationship. But then again, tell me, Kujo Miki said the quantity is large, how big is it? How many tablespoons? Or is it a test tube?"

Hearing what she said, a scene subconsciously appeared in Koizumi Aina's mind.

Immediately, she complained helplessly and shyly: "Huangzi, can you please stop saying such things?"

"Why are you shy? It's not like the three of us have never talked about it before." Huangzi disagreed.

****

As Aina Koizumi said, the snow is indeed falling heavily, densely packed, and coming towards us.

But since there was no wind, it wasn't too cold.

The two stepped on it, and their shoes rubbed against the snow, making a faint "crunching" sound.

Watanabe Toru looked at the snow-capped mountains standing in the distance and slowly exhaled.

The white mist is like a slowly building bridge, which seems to be built all the way up to the snow-capped mountains.

Qingye Rin's eyes were as clear as the aurora, and she looked at him for a long time before finishing her breath.

"Awesome." She nodded.

"I have a large amount." After saying that, Toru Watanabe regretted, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this."

Nonsense is nonsense, and he doesn't want to make any other dirty jokes about Qingye Rin except his legs.

"What exactly does 'large quantity' mean?" Qingye Rin asked.

"You don't know?" Toru Watanabe looked at her in surprise.

Qingye Rin regarded this as a provocation. She brushed her long hair off her shoulders and said proudly:

"Asking people who are inferior to me about things I don't know is also one of the smart things about me."

Looking at her little face that was as white as snow and her eyes that were purer than the clear winter sky, Toru Watanabe did not explain the meaning of "large amount".

He reached out and patted her back:

"R-san, you have fallen."

When I returned to the boys' dormitory, there was already a layer of snow on my head and shoulders.

Saito Keisuke and the others are still playing mahjong, and everyone is playing tiles as if they want to smash the mahjong into pieces.

Toru Watanabe took out "In Search of Lost Time" from his clothes without touching a single snowflake, and placed it on the bedside.
To be continued...