"The martial arts hall is the martial arts hall. Why are you holding it so tightly?"

"What does it matter!"

After quickly calming down, Shiina Iori finally realized the fact that he was taking advantage of it. He reached out and knocked off the hands of Aiko Ichimai holding on his face, with a little disgust in his tone.

"I'm a person with a girlfriend, Ichichemi."

"I don't mind a married man...I mean hand~!"

Looking at the casual and funny appearance of the lady Ichijoji in front of her, Shiina Iori was completely unable to match the serious image of the woman in front of her with the representative company who came to the school to attend the symposium negotiations for the first time in the concert hall below the school.

There is an inexplicable sense of image destruction.

Of course, this feeling is not the first time that it has happened in his heart. To be precise, when the last time the Ichicheng Temple asked him the question of "Can you lick it?", the name of "perverted" was frozen in his heart.

"I really don't know how lucky I met you..."

Aiko Ichijo raised her eyebrows unhappily when she heard this: "This statement is too rude, Iorikun! Yuki and I are good sisters who have been playing together since childhood! How can you say such things?"

“Yes, yes…”

Shiina Iori's tone was very perfunctory.

As a man who has roughly browsed Yuki Terajima's memories in fast forward form, Shiina Iori can clearly indicate that you have basically never appeared in Yuki's memory - or it appears too few times that he didn't notice it at all.

However, of course, this kind of thing is impossible to say to Aiko Ichihara.

Besides, no one believes this kind of nonsense even if he says it.

"Miss Yicheng Temple, can you please give me a little normal movement?"

He pulled out his right hand on the inside of the knuckle with force, Shiina Iori narrowed his eyes like a lazy tabby cat, revealing a look of "Please stay away from me."

The other hand pulled out the wet wipes from the pocket and wiped them hard on the hand a few times.

He was extremely suspicious that this perverted hand-controlled knuckle would have been stained with any strange sticky liquid (referring to saliva).

Nowadays, handsome boys who are away from home really need to protect themselves.

"Don't be so cruel, Iorikun!"

"I didn't really lick it! Isn't it just a joke~?"

"Then please wipe your saliva first."

"No, it's really gone?"

"fraud!"

After reaching out and wiping for a few times, Aiko Ichiha who had not flowed out complained dissatisfiedly. Shiina Iori had already turned around and looked at the stage. Her butt only occupied the half away from her, and she was as far away as possible from her.

Seeing this, Aiko Ichichengji had to smile a little helplessly.

Shiina Iori always looked like an angry young wife locked in the elevator with a burly man. She kept her vigilant throughout the whole process, making a cross in front of her with her hands, and posing a standard defensive posture.

"Oh, it's beginning!"

However, the gaze that swept over from Aiko Ichihaji was completely restrained the moment Ms. Martha sat in front of the piano.

The sight that had just passed away from the perverted look that had been swept towards his hand, and the cynical face turned into a solemn expression that was almost pious and looked at the lady on the stage seriously.

Seeing Aiko Ichijo's rare and serious expression, Shiina Iori couldn't help but be stunned.

As if he was touched by this force, he gradually diverted his attention with the notes slowly ringing from the center of the stage.

However, his eyes also slipped towards Aiko Ichimaji who was beside him from time to time - mainly with arm movements, in case he was sneaked up again.

However, this time he miscalculated.

During the piano performance of Ms. Martha, who had been playing for seventy-five minutes and had several breaks in between, Aicho Ichijoji seemed to stare at her idol dancing with her hot home, staring at the stage without turning his eyes.

It is a kind of solemnity and seriousness that is almost devoted to the whole body.

After the initial discomfort, Shiina Iori gradually let go of her defense against the people around her and gradually became involved in Ms. Martha's performance.

Because he has obtained an expert piano memory of 55 points, Shiina Iori's piano level is not bad no matter how it is evaluated. Naturally, he can feel the emotional touches from the notes resounding on the stage.

Although he has only skills but no ability to innovate temporarily, he cannot write any music that belongs to him, but just appreciation is still enough.

Soon, he sank into this musical feast.

Until the end of the entire game.

......

What should I do to save Iori from that woman?

The song ends and people part.

While many guests left the scene like a tide, as a very small number of viewers who were still sitting in their seats, Miss Chiho Aiba always played the scene that had just been captured in the dark scene in her mind.

Some thoughts are not understood.

‘Iori Jun must be very uncomfortable when she was forced to kiss by a beautiful old woman she didn’t like…’

Miss Chiho held the phone in one hand, and unconsciously bit her nails with the other hand, and her heart felt like she was scratched by a cat.

‘It’s all because of my family’s affairs…’

Self-blame, guilt, boredom.

A variety of emotions are intertwined in my heart.

So much so that she didn't even listen to this whole concert that she would have been very much looking forward to before.

However, just as various thoughts were surging in her mind, she suddenly caught a familiar voice in her ears.

"oh--"

"Ms. Martha's song is indeed so casual and refreshing, and this feeling has been a long time since I was gone!"

"Iorikun! What do you think? The song I just said..."

The tone of excitement mixed with pleasure sounded in the corridor not far away, and Chiho Aiba couldn't help but tremble, subconsciously lowered his head and pretended to be picking up something on his seat.

Her long hair also swallowed her side face along her temples, covering up most of her appearance.

In the concert hall, which was still slightly dim after turning on the lights, no one could notice it.

However, I don’t know what emotions are driving it. At the moment when Aiko Ichijāji and Iori passed by her side, Chiho still subconsciously raised his head and glanced quietly behind them.

But just such an inadvertent glance made the Aiko Ichijāji who was talking and slightly pause in his eyes.

Subconsciously looking behind him.

This scan alone made the two of them look at each other.

Aiko Ichijoji suddenly showed an unknown smile.

Miss Qianho only felt goose bumps on her back, and she shivered.

Finally, Shiina Iori's voice interrupted the eyes of less than two seconds.

"What are you looking at?"

He turned his head with a little confusion and looked at the direction where Aiko Ichijo looked, but only saw an empty seat, empty.

"Nothing~"

Aicho Ichijo's smile was still so bright: "I thought I had met an acquaintance accidentally... I probably saw it wrong?"

Hearing her tone was very casual, Shiina Iori didn't care much, but just glanced down at the middle of the two, emphasizing again:

"Miss Ichichengji, if you hold hands with me with such a strange move next time, even I will be angry."

"Don't be so stingy!"

"But to be honest, the hands are indeed more elastic in the touch of young people! Although Ms. Martha's hands have good bone shape, their skin and muscles are indeed too old..."

"You will be like that when you are old."

"Hey hey hey! Iori kun."

"That was just like that, but a woman's ban! No exit!"

Gu Ju

Shiina Iori was too lazy to pay attention to her, so she rolled her eyes helplessly and continued to let her do whatever she wanted in her hands.

Is there such a big difference between hands?

“By the way.”

As he said that, Shiina Iori seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at Aiko Ichihara: "Although Miss Ichihara looks cynical, she seems to be very respectful of music?"

"Whether it's to Ms. Martha or to have to drag me into the sea before."

He said, comparing his hand on his face, signaling her expression to change just now.

"Even his expression has changed, it's like a pilgrimage."

“Oh~”

Aiko Ichijo smiled and pulled a long tone: "Iori is very detailed! She will be a good man."
To be continued...