Chapter 11: Calligraphy Work

“Ugh…”

Yagi Miyuki followed Ninomiya Homura into the slightly smaller than usual club activity room, and the first thing he saw as he entered was a calligraphy piece with vigorous and elegant strokes.

Although he didn’t understand calligraphy, he could tell that this piece was of high quality. At least for an ordinary student like him who had only taken school-arranged calligraphy classes, reaching this level was far beyond his capabilities.

However, what puzzled him was the content of this calligraphy piece. The two Chinese characters, written with such graceful strokes, were… “Insult”!

What the heck! This content completely destroyed the artistic meaning of these beautiful brush strokes. Why would the author write such characters with this kind of mood?

“Um…”

Yagi Miyuki couldn’t suppress his desire to comment, “Senpai, is there any significance to hanging this piece in the activity room?”

“Hmm?”

Ninomiya Homura turned around, her exquisite and delicate face showing surprise. She asked, “Junior, do you speak Chinese well? These two characters are not in the textbook.”

“Well… I guess so.”

Yagi Miyuki replied casually.

As a native Chinese, wasn’t it natural for him to be proficient in Chinese? He not only knew Mandarin but also Cantonese from the Guangdong province and Hakka.

Ninomiya Homura nodded, smiling, and said, “Actually, there’s no special meaning to it. I was just in an unusually good state when I was practicing calligraphy that day, and when I came to my senses, I had already written these two characters. You could say it’s my masterpiece.”

Damn, so you wrote this piece! Did you accidentally reveal your true nature? Is it too late to run now?

“Uh, hehe, Senpai, your calligraphy is really impressive.”

Yagi Miyuki’s face turned black, and he cautiously scanned the activity room, most of which was occupied by bookshelves filled with books, trying to find something suspicious.

“All right, let’s sit down for now. I’ll look for my sewing tools, and I’ll need your help later, Junior.”

Ninomiya Homura smiled charmingly, and Yagi Miyuki was almost entranced by her supernatural beauty.

“You enchantress…”

Yagi Miyuki muttered to himself, diverting his gaze from the alluring figure of his senpai who was heading toward the cabinet in the corner of the room. He slowly walked to the center of the activity room, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

“Junior~”

At that moment, Ninomiya Homura’s clear and seductive voice came from behind him, “I need to change my clothes, would you mind not peeking?”

“Uh…”

Yagi Miyuki was momentarily stunned, and in his subconscious mind, he pictured an indescribable scene. He nearly had a nosebleed!

Senpai, did you say that on purpose? Although I’m not interested in marrying you, I’m very interested in your body!

“Yara~”

As if sensing something, Ninomiya Homura’s tone suddenly became playful, and said, “Yagi-kun, are you fantasizing about me?”

“Hey, hey, senpai–!”

Yagi Miyuki resisted the urge to turn his head, and said with veins popping on his face, “If you say such things in this environment, any other boy who comes here might commit a crime!”

“Hmm… Yagi-kun, do you mean you want to do something illegal to me?”

“Yes!”

Yagi Miyuki almost collapsed, and shouted, “Any boy who is not sexually dysfunctional would want to do that to a beautiful girl like you, senpai!”

Ninomiya Homura chuckled, and her tone suddenly became gentle. She looked at Yagi Miyuki who was sitting upright with his back to her, and said, “You say that with your mouth, but your body is very well-behaved. Although you are a bit spineless, senpai doesn’t hate you.”

“Who is spineless, you bastard!”

Yagi Miyuki was so angry that his mouth twisted,

Realizing that Ninomiya Homura was deliberately teasing him, he calmed down his agitated mood a bit, and said unhappily, “Senpai, if you keep doing this, I’ll leave.”

“Don’t be angry. I’m done. You can turn around now.”

When Yagi Miyuki turned his head, Ninomiya-senpai, who had a mischievous smile on her face, was looking at him with a gleam in her eyes. She had already changed into a white and blue gym uniform of St. Cronia Middle School, showing her fair and slender arms that were smooth and not so muscular. Her figure was also more exaggerated, and she exuded the youthful vitality of a high school girl.

“I leave it to you, junior-kun.”

Yagi Miyuki took the white shirt that Ninomiya Honoka handed over to him, which still had her body temperature. To be honest, he felt a little excited when he thought that this shirt had just been close to the girl’s soft and sweet body.

“Huh…”

Yagi pretended to be calm and sighed, opened the sewing box that Ninomiya-senpai had just found, picked up a beige thread, and looked up and said, “Senpai, is there a white thread here? If not, I can only use this beige one.”

“The threads should all be in the box. Beige is fine, I don’t mind.”

Ninomiya shook her head.

“Alright then.”

Yagi nodded, picked up a needle, and started to thread it through the eye.

This exposed his poor sewing skills, and he failed to thread the needle several times in a row. Under Ninomiya-senpai’s increasingly playful smile, Yagi Miyuki was also a bit embarrassed. It took him almost half a minute to barely finish threading the needle.

Ninomiya-senpai still smiled like a flower, and did not intend to stop him.

Fortunately, in “Yagi Miyuki”’s memory, he had learned some sewing in handicraft class. He took out the button and aligned it with the position, and then began to sew carefully.

Although his movements were not skilled, sewing a button did not require any technique. It was another matter whether it looked good or not, but sewing it on was no problem.

“I was a little worried that you were pretending to be good…” Just as Yagi Miyuki was getting into the groove, Ninomiya-senpai suddenly smiled and said, “It seems that I was thinking too much. But I was surprised that you could be so calm. I thought you would put the clothes I just took off on your nose and sniff them crazily!”

“Who would do that!”

Yagi Miyuki’s hard-earned calmness was instantly broken! As if his thoughts were exposed, he subconsciously denied it, “I…hiss!”

Feeling the pain from his fingertips, Yagi Miyuki almost bit his tongue. He looked at his left hand with tears in his eyes, and saw the red blood slowly seeping from his index finger.

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