Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 353 - 174. Daily Life Heading Towards Winter Camping

After three seconds, she spoke, "This is also a sign of a lack of confidence, isn’t it? It should be noted in the human observation activity log."

Jiutiao ijie squinted her eyes slightly and released the hand that was twisting Dubian Che’s ear.

It was only then that Dubian Che realized that the eting room, which had been noisy just a mont ago, had already fallen silent.

"There’s nothing I can do about it, who made fall for this bad guy so much." Jiutiao ijie looked tenderly at Dubian Che, adjusting the position of his tie, "Just the thought of soone trying to take you away from makes very uncomfortable."

Her tone started off gentle, but by the end, it was nothing but a cold murderous intent.

"Jiutiao feeling uncomfortable is sothing I find quite delightful," Kiyono Lin replied with an equally untempered smile.

Miyashita Nana looked back and forth between the two, then suddenly said with a smile, "Mr. Dubian, as the person involved, don’t you want to say sothing?"

This guy...

It was as if Dubian Che could see the fox’s tail peeking out from behind the student council president’s skirt.

"Since lunch break has gone by for so long, let’s hurry and start the eting!" he said.

Apparently unsatisfied with the lack of a pleasing response, Miyashita Nana puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

However, neither Kiyono Lin nor Jiutiao ijie planned to continue their verbal dispute and took their seats, leaving her with no choice.

Miyashita Nana returned to the head of the room and checked the number of people present.

"Now that the representatives from each class are here, let’s start today’s eting."

"First, regarding the specifics of the winter camping activity, each group needs to submit their plans to the student council by this Friday."

"Then, about the budget, if the activity plans are approved, regarding the budget..."

While the eting went on, there were still so under-the-table shenanigans.

Dubian Che glared at Kunii Shuichi and Saito Keisuke, blaming them for their lack of warning and for their subtle exchange of glances.

Ignoring their disregard and defense, he whispered to Jiutiao ijie beside him:

"ijie, why did you co here?"

"If I hadn’t co, I wouldn’t have learned the idiom ’truly unique’."

"...I admit it, I was honest, I really do think Kiyono is very beautiful, she can even compare to you, which is why I said ’It’s not an exaggeration to say she’s truly unique.’"

"Smooth talker." Jiutiao ijie placed her hand on his leg, this ti really twisting hard.

"Ouch—" Dubian Che leaned forward in pain.

The pain was so intense that he couldn’t help reaching out and placing his hand on Jiutiao ijie’s leg, clad in black tights.

Like a child who had tasted very bitter dicine and was desperate for sweets, he kneaded her slender, well-proportioned legs with greedy hands.

Kunii Shuichi and Saito Keisuke, unable to see what was happening under the table, gave Dubian Che, whose pain-stricken face was almost ecstatic, looks of both sympathy and mockery.

The eting ended peacefully, and this ti Jiutiao ijie seed to have no intention of controlling the situation.

The last ti was because Jiutiao’s mother suddenly decided to co to the Cultural Festival, so she took charge to ensure the event went smoothly.

A winter camping activity like this would definitely not be attended by Jiutiao’s mother, so it was only logical for Jiutiao ijie not to interfere with the event.

In summary: Jiutiao ijie was part of the committee solely to keep an eye on her boyfriend.

’What on earth did I do wrong?’

Dubian Che, massaging his thigh which must have been reddened, returned to the classroom.

After watching "Chasing Water Years" for a while, the lunch break ended and the fifth period began.

The fifth period was ho economics, specifically sewing for today’s lesson.

It was still a combined class, with second and fourth graders together.

"Today’s task is to make a ’bag’," the elderly ho economics teacher said in a very gentle voice.

"A shoulder bag, backpack, crossbody bag, or handbag, everyone is free to make any kind of bag they want. Once finished, get my stamp, and then you can leave class early."

One by one, the students from the two classes chose the materials they liked.

The teacher didn’t micromanage much, announced the task, and then started knitting a winter sweater for herself.

According to the girls in the class, almost all of the ho economics teacher’s clothes were self-made, simple yet stylish, and many girls wanted to learn from her.

With the teacher not paying much attention, Dubian Che mingled with Jiutiao ijie.

He chose black fabric for himself, and for her, he picked out a bright red.

Jiutiao ijie’s preferred shade of red wasn’t the kind that was strikingly color-rich, but a bold, commanding shade, a red that even worn by n didn’t feminize them, which was her favorite.

"Do you know how to use a sewing machine?" Dubian Che asked her.

This was the first ti he joined Jiutiao ijie in a ho economics class.

They had combined second and fourth grade before, but Jiutiao ijie coincidentally wasn’t there—either she wasn’t in school the whole day, or she’d leave after the four morning periods.

"I’ve learned a bit," Jiutiao ijie picked up the fabric and drew lines on it with a pencil.

Dubian Che sat down next to her, his pants rubbing against his thigh, the twisted part unexpectedly started to hurt a bit.

He looked around the classroom, everyone was engrossed behind their sewing machines, and no one was paying attention to their corner.

Dubian Che turned his body, with his back to everyone, and secretly undid the button.

Hearing the sound of a zipper, Jiutiao ijie looked up.

She watched as Dubian Che unzipped his pants, revealing his underwear, and stared at his own thigh.

"Do you also have this kind of fetish?" Jiutiao ijie looked at him and mocked.

"What fetish? Look, it’s all red!" Dubian Che said in a low voice.

Jiutiao ijie looked twice, then extended her slender right hand, and her index finger gently touched the reddened spot.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course, it’s very painful!"

Jiutiao ijie started to gently rub it, her voice coldly warning, "If you praise Kiyono Lin for being pretty again, next ti I’ll twist your leg purple."

"Purple? Wouldn’t the muscles be ruined then?"

"If they’re ruined, just chop the leg off."

"Don’t scare ."

"Scare you?" Jiutiao ijie glanced at a certain spot, "It doesn’t seem like you’re the least bit scared."

"I can’t help it, I have a mind of my own."

Jiutiao ijie snorted with contempt and reached out to grab it.

"Wait, wait, wait, you can’t go there!" Dubian Che quickly grabbed her, "For my sake, and for yours, this really isn’t the place."

"Put your pants back on, who are you trying to show?" Jiutiao ijie pinched it and withdrew her hand in annoyance.

"I’ll show it to you when we get back. Who else could I show it to?" After rubbing the spot that had been twisted red, Dubian Che finally zipped up.

"If you dare to show this to soone else, I’ll make a hole right here." With her small hand, she drew a semicircle on Dubian Che’s midsection.

That thing was perfectly frad inside.

"Now you’ve really scared ."

Jiutiao ijie glanced at him again, "Look at you, such a coward, no guts at all."

"Scared or not scared, I get scolded either way. Next ti don’t ask if I’m scared, just go straight to scolding ."

"Are you getting mad now?" Jiutiao ijie glanced at him with a laugh, "Miss will make you a bag, tell , what kind do you want?"

"The style isn’t important, but it must have ’iji love Che’ embroidered on it, like this... uh—go easy!"

"Daring to deceive ? Is this what you look like when you’re scared?"

"This is the second ti, it recovers faster, it’s all because you’re too cute, iji."

"Sweet talker, glib."

Jiutiao ijie started sewing with the machine, surprisingly skilled.

The movent of the fabric, the rhythm of the foot pedal, both sounded pleasant.

"I really didn’t expect you to be able to do this," Dubian Che watched from the side.

"What do you think rich people are?" Operating the sewing machine, even Jiutiao ijie’s speech seed gentler.

"I hadn’t thought about it specifically, but in my mory, they at least shouldn’t be behind a sewing machine."

"Rich people indeed can do a lot of things they like, but there are many more things that not only have to be done, but also have to be done better than ordinary people."

Jiutiao ijie stopped the foot pedal and changed the direction of the fabric.

She continued, "I never specifically learned about sewing machines, but picked up so in ho economics class during elentary and middle school."

At this point, Jiutiao ijie paused and looked at Dubian Che, "This is my first ti sewing sothing for soone else, so when you go back today, you should kneel on the bed and thank ."

"Kneel? That wouldn’t express my sincerity, I’ll use this bag for a lifeti."

"No, kneeling will be just fine."

"iji, you must be joking, right?" Dubian Che asked with a serious face.

"What do you think?"

"That must be a joke!"

Jiutiao ijie glanced at him and continued sewing the backpack.