After Iori left, Miss Chiho sat in the same place facing the door.

There were still some moist water marks left on the ground where he was sitting, which turned into two clear atomized buttock marks as the heat in the room were dried.

The top he had covered his head before was forgotten in the bathroom.

Recalling the scenes that happened tonight, even Aiba Chiho herself was inexplicably unable to relieve herself.

Touch the lips with your fingertips.

It was obviously the pain of gums caused by the bump on the upper palate when she fell, but driven by Qiansui's psychological filter, the most appropriate touch of "feeling kiss" was filtered into an extremely beautiful look in the girl's heart.

Just like everyone's first love and the first time are obviously extremely clumsy and dull, and their skills are not good or straightforward, but they are always a different scene in their memories.

It seems that it can make people forget even the pain.

That night, whether it was Iori who fell from the sky as destined to him, or later she was hugged foolishly and did not resist, lying in someone's arms like a child (ps: still on the street!) crying so miserably, it made Aiba Chiho suddenly feel like a dislocation like watching a movie or a revolving lantern, looking back at other people's lives.

After gradually, she finally recovered, even Chiho herself didn't understand why her emotions suddenly became so excited just now.

If someone can rely on it, he will plunge into it like a moth to a fire, completely ignoring the other person's identity and living conditions.

After gradually regaining the reason, the first thing the mouthless girl did was to pinch her thigh hard.

Chiho! Be more sober!

That's Iori!

Shiina Iori, who opens the harem at home openly!

That girl who looks handsome but in fact she will never let her go. She is a part-time Cowherd! Pervert! Super Aquaman! Iori Jun.

I only know myself, I have several girlfriends.

When Chiho thought of this, she seemed to suddenly recall something and quickly opened the Line group and took a look.

As expected.

The group I accidentally added when I was at the beachfront last time was still there.

If she didn't expect it, most of the girls here should have fallen into it, right?

'But, there are so many, if you add me alone'

‘No, it doesn’t matter?’

Somehow, Miss Chiho suddenly had such a question in her heart.

Reason begins to turn.

With this thought in mind, Miss Qiansui's brain fell into a state of downtime when she was not careful.

His eyes were dull and he looked at the wall.

The next second, she suddenly flew into the bedding.

I picked up a pillow and stuffed my head and started rolling, as if trying to suffocate myself to death in the quilt.

‘No, right, right, right!’

‘It is incorrect for a boy to fall in love with many girls at the same time!’

‘Even if Iori is really a very good person’

‘The incorrect thing is incorrect!’

‘There won’t be any change just because Iori is a good person.’

'wrong.'

‘Since Iori has done something bad, does it mean that he should be a bad person?’

It should be natural for bad people to do such things, right?

The mouthless girl fell into such a vicious cycle.

Damn, bad guy card!

After dying with the pillow in his arms for a long time, Miss Qianho finally lay down on the bed, probably because she was finally tired.

At this time, the mouthless girl was already looking disheveled, and her home clothes were a little messy.

The arrowhead with the words "Idiot" fell out of her pocket, and was held again by her hands, and held it in her arms with the pillow.

There were wrinkles everywhere on the bedding and clothes.

However, what is even more messy than her clothes is her heart that is soaked in the rainstorm.

The world in my mind is full of thoughts, and my face turns red and white, sometimes like the lake is steaming in midsummer in July, sometimes like snow hanging on the branches in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

I don't know what I thought of at this moment.

It was not until some moment that she suddenly remembered something very important.

'etc.'

Miss Qianho, who stuffed her little face into the quilt, suddenly raised her head and showed her little face with wide and bright eyes.

‘Is that photo not deleted?’

In the living room.

Shiina Iori sat on the sofa in a furry bathrobe, thinking.

Choosing "Cleaning Warmth" is undoubtedly a safe route, but from the previous slow increase in the progress of wishes, it can be seen that a safe route does not mean that you can do it right.

The copying route can only be used a few times, and the songs copied are only a few fixed. Shiina Iori was an ordinary person with no profession and language in her previous life. There were only a few Japanese songs he listened to, most of them were even covered.

After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to make the finished product before talking about it.

So he took out the banknotes from the room, wrote and painted on the coffee table in the living room, and began to write the score.

Just as he was busy, the sound of the door opening came from the corridor.

Shino Sano walked out of the room in her close-fitting pajamas, boiled hot water in the L-shaped kitchen counter, brewed a cup of cocoa for himself, and sat next to Iori with it.

"Don't you go to bed?"

Senior Fox has been in a relative these days and his stomach has been a little uncomfortable.

After all, she is not lucky enough to have superhuman physique and often can't sleep well at night.

Hearing something was happening outside, he walked out of the room and looked out.

He glanced at what Iori was writing and said in confusion:

"Are you busy with that girl?"

“.Yes, right.”

Shiina Iori concentrates on recalling the tunes in her memory and retells them as a piano score using her current piano skills.

As for the various other instruments in it, Iori could only ignore it for the time being, dig out the main body of the score, and remember the song while writing the lyrics.

Then, the scene presented to Sano Shino's eyes is that Iori writes the lyrics one by one, and then a series of notes are marked up.

Although it seems that the process of thinking is very laborious, the frequency of a sentence popping out in a minute or two still makes Shino unconsciously show a ghost-like expression.

"Are you writing randomly? No, no."

"It won't be memorized!"

Even though his professional courses were not very good, he really didn't plan to develop in the music industry in the future, and even Iori almost forgot about it.

but!

The respected working emperor, Miss Shino Sano, is a real third-year student at the University of Instrumental Music Science and Technology of Tokyo University of the Arts!

She and Chiho are both seniors in the same school!

Therefore, it is natural to be a matter of being able to understand what Iori is doing.

But because of this, Shino subconsciously put the cup of cocoa on the other side of the coffee table, and his whole body was almost attached to Iori, staring at his pen.

Even because the distance was too close, Iori was unconsciously a little hot.

So the scumbag suddenly muttered impatiently: "What did you memorize? I'm obviously creating!"

"You have to use the concert the day after tomorrow, don't make trouble."

"Really or not?"

Shino Sano and Iori have lived with me for so long, and have never heard Iori mention creative matters.

However, when I think of Iori being able to quickly learn piano playing, single singing and other skills in such a difficult childhood environment, and learn harmonica from scratch under her nose.

That would write a song or two.

It doesn't seem like a big deal?

Thinking of this, Shino immediately widened his eyes and stared at Iori's score with a bright look.

She didn't ask any more questions, just looked and tried to hum along the way.

It sounds pretty nice.

Shiina Iori didn't think much about it, but she didn't realize how turbulent Shino's heart was.
To be continued...