Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 587: 265. Back-to-back games2

"The sa goes for you," Kiyono Lin said with a slight, disdainful smile, "but the hourly wage is only 5,000 yen."

"You really understand Tokyo's average hourly wage, don't you?" Dubian Che, who had done manual labor before, didn't voice this thought.

"Let's not gamble with money; gambling is bad. Let's bet sothing else," he said.

Jiutiao ijie tilted her chin up, gesturing for him to share his idea.

"Let's hear it," Kiyono Lin also urged.

"The loser has to be a maid in the club for a week?" Dubian Che said tentatively.

A brief silence followed, and the two beautiful girls seed to beco increasingly intimidating.

Ichiki Aoi, who was studying hard during the break, shifted uneasily under her pleated skirt.

"I agree," Kiyono Lin nodded.

"I'll order a maid outfit made when I get ho today," Jiutiao ijie looked at Kiyono Lin. "Tell your size, Kiyono."

"Please tell yours as well, Jiutiao," Kiyono Lin responded with a frosty gaze.

Outside the dustless window, the cloudless sky was as blue as the ocean, filling Dubian Che with joy.

'Maid... maid... maids are good. Yes, very good.'

As Dubian Che contemplated whether he should go buy a high-end cara, Jiutiao ijie suddenly grabbed his tie and pulled his upper body toward her.

"My dear, you seem very happy," she said, smiling and enunciating each word.

They were close enough to feel each other's breaths.

To the left and slightly ahead, Kiyono Lin also watched Dubian Che with an icy stare.

"Not bad, baby," Dubian Che said, looking at Jiutiao ijie's peach-blossom-like beautiful lips.

"If we lose, we wear maid outfits for a week; if you lose, you wear it for a month," Jiutiao ijie declared, leaving no room for refusal.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Dubian Che grabbed her hand, ", a guy, in a maid outfit? Can it be changed to a butler suit?"

Jiutiao ijie smiled affectionately, but her words were rciless:

"No."

"Agreed," Kiyono Lin nodded, then muttered to herself, resting her hand on her chin, "Where did I put the SLR cara I bought last year during the Cultural Festival?"

"...Great." Dubian Che pulled away Jiutiao ijie's hand and tugged his school uniform tie and the collar of his shirt downward, "Maid outfits for you to wear... uh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiutiao ijie tightened his tie back up.

She was always very insistent about this.

The next class was English, and Miss Aonai Xiaoquan Aonai ca in with her lesson plan.

She was gentle and beautiful, dressed fashionably, with a mature and charming deanor, the object of many female students' adoration at Goda.

Back when he was a freshman, Dubian Che listened to Ikeda Kazumi frequently discuss Miss Aonai's makeup products, hairstyles, and clothing choices with other girls.

Every English class, the thought of the admired Miss Aonai being held in his arms made Dubian Che excited and his heart race.

Miss Aonai felt the sa.

Dubian Che was handso, tall, and when he smiled, he was captivating; he was the object of affection for all girls at Goda, and even many young female teachers often talked about him.

During class assignnts, everyone wanted him in their class.

To have such a young, handso, and vibrant boy involved with her was exhilarating.

There was an urge to throw caution to the wind and show off, with a trendous sense of shyness complenting that feeling.

A mix of emotions wove together into a troubleso happiness.

The lesson began.

Miss Aonai explained English grammar just as she always did, occasionally glancing toward the corner where Dubian Che always happened to be looking at her.

Though she wanted him to pay attention and study hard, she enjoyed this feeling and didn't want to remind him deliberately.

She comforted herself with notions like 'students are supposed to look at the teacher during class,' and 'Dubian's English grades can withstand a little distraction,' to make herself feel at peace.

During lunch break, Dubian Che, together with Saito Huijie and their group of three, went to the cafeteria to eat, where they talked about submitting a light novel manuscript.

"The entire Human Observation Departnt, ranked top three nationwide, is helping write a script?!" Saito Huijie was overjoyed, so excited that he forgot to eat.

"Just alone," Dubian Che said, eating his fried pork cutlet. "They said they're writing the light novel because of a bet and didn't want to participate in any 'pretty girl' gas."

That being said, it would be different if Dubian Che were involved in such gas.

"Dubian!" Kunii Shuichi angrily devoured a tempura shrimp, "You help Saito but not ? I'm going to break off our friendship!"

"I nagged Dubian for most of the day before he agreed to help with the script," Saito Keisuke boasted.

"Then, from now on, I'll keep nagging you!" Kunii Shuichi told Dubian Che.

"You're all more troubleso than the next," Dubian Che said helplessly.

The two laughed out loud.

Dubian Che promised Kunii Shuichi he'd go to the baseball club after school.

It wasn't until then that he realized there was still a test to pass.

Kunii Shuichi had been talking as if he could play as long as he showed up, but it turned out it was just an opportunity.

That wasn't too bad, though. As long as he didn't pass the test, Kunii Shuichi wouldn't keep hounding him about it.

With the baseball club matter resolved, Dubian Che asked Saito Keisuke, "I'll give you the script as a light novel by the end of June, how are things on your end?"

"I'm still working hard. Ichiki from the Wind Instrunt Club said she'd ask around for , and after school today, I plan to go to the art club to find Chichiko."

When Saito Keisuke beca enthusiastic about his talking, he engaged them in a long conversation about wanting to create an emotional, best-selling bishoujo ga.

Dubian Che listened half-heartedly.

He was only responsible for the script, he didn't care about the rest, and he wasn't interested.

With that ti, he'd rather read a couple of books, or recall his long-unused "Master Level·Video Editing", to see if it would help with photography.

At the sa ti, it might be the only chance in life to see Kiyono Lin and Jiutiao ijie in maid outfits!

After the afternoon classes, Dubian Che left his backpack in the Human Observation Departnt and, after saying a quick word to Jiutiao ijie and Kiyono Lin, prepared to head to the baseball field.

"I'll go with you," said Jiutiao ijie, who had just lain down, extending her fair and delicate hand for Dubian Che to pull her up.

"Why would you go there? It's all dusty."

Dubian Che took her hand, gently kneading it, without imdiately pulling her up.

"Observing high school life," Jiutiao ijie said.

Normally busy with work, she only spent ti in school for classes, or hung around this activity room to kill ti.

The high school life of the Island Country, she had experienced only once during the Cultural Festival—playing the tragically young girlfriend of the prematurely deceased Dubian Che in "From Iwate Prefecture to Tokyo, 400 Kiloters".

"Okay, let's go," Dubian Che said as he pulled her up.

Jiutiao ijie purposely didn't stand steady and flopped down lazily toward the ground.

Dubian Che hurriedly caught her, his hand resting on her slender waist.

"Be careful," Jiutiao ijie heard him chide her sternly, imdiately followed by a concerned, "Didn't sleep well last night? Better to lie down and rest, don't go."

Her satisfaction was evident from such a reaction, yet she coldly retorted:

"You don't love anymore."

"Eh?"

The usually smart Dubian Che, occasionally dazed, was too adorable.

If it weren't for continuing the act, Jiutiao ijie thought she'd press him down on the couch, straddle his waist with her legs, and kiss his lips.

"You're only telling to rest now, you didn't say to cancel that whatever script competition," she said.

"How sweet," Kiyono Lin jeered coldly.

Dubian Che patted Jiutiao ijie's waist through the school uniform and greeted Kiyono, "Kiyono, why don't you co too?"

"Eh?" They both looked at him.

Leaning close to Jiutiao ijie's ear, as if to whisper, but speaking at an unchanged volu, Dubian Che said:

"Didn't we agree last Friday, rock-paper-scissors, the loser runs. She is so weak, she can't stand a chance."

Hearing this, Jiutiao ijie looked at Kiyono Lin from Dubian Che's embrace.

"Snap!", the Literary Girl slamd her book shut.

"Let's go to the field," she stood up, her voice cold.

"Che, put my shoes on for ," Jiutiao ijie left Dubian Che's embrace.

They were in fierce competition.

Dubian Che thought about exchanging [Qi Blood dicine], drugging the two young ladies.