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Chapter 78 78. Please, keep watching me
The lunch break was coming to an end, and the three of them packed the tea set and their respective utensils before returning to the class and sitting down.

After the first Mandarin class, the next last class is home economics—cooking last week and tailoring this week.

Sitting on the sewing machine, Kurose Izumi followed the teacher's instructions and loaded the bottom thread and upper thread into the sewing machine.

Then, thread the upper thread and pull the lower thread out of the needle hole.

Although his technique was a bit clumsy, it took about ten minutes to complete it.

Shiraishi Qianrei beside him has already started sewing handmade bags with ease.

After she arranged and aligned the fabrics to be sewed, as the fabrics were shifted and the pedals were stepped on, there were endless clicking sounds.

But after a while, the prototype of a briefcase with smooth lines and neat seams was formed.

Izumi Kurose, who had been staring at Chirei Shiraishi's stitching technique, was dumbfounded.

He swallowed his throat, and said dryly: "Bai, Baishi, is there anything else you don't know?"

"Ok?"

Shiraishi Qianrei stopped sewing, looked sideways, and said, "There are a lot of people who don't know it, and there are many, many more than those who know it."

"Why do I think you can do everything?"

Izumi Kurose scratched his head, looked around, and said seriously, "Shiraishi, you...are you a Superman?"

"What kind of strange description is that?" Shiraishi Qianrei laughed, "Because there are home economics and sewing classes in elementary and middle schools, so I learned it."

"Great!"

Kuroseizumi gave a thumbs up, and said again: "Can you teach me? I'm afraid I'll sew my hand, wouldn't it hurt a lot?"

"Kurose, are you an idiot?" Shiraishi Qianren put one hand on her forehead helplessly, and sighed softly, "How could it be possible to sew it?"

"I, I'm not afraid..."

"Okay, I'll teach you."

"That's great!"

After agreeing to help guide, Shiraishi Chirei moved the chair next to Kurose Izumi, almost shoulder to shoulder with him.

She pointed to the sewing machine and said, "Put the fabric to be sewed into the sewing slot, and lower the pressure plate."

"Oh..." Kurose Izumi did as requested, "And then?"

"Turn the retractable pulley and step on the pedal at the same time. If you are not familiar with it, just step down. Don't worry."

But he said he was not in a hurry, but he still felt nervous involuntarily.

Like a thief, Izumi Kurose carefully turned the pulley and stepped on the pedal lightly, just like a person who just learned to step on the accelerator gently.

Click—after the pedal is pressed, the sewing moves a bit, and a thread passes through the overlapping fabric.

Kurose Izumi was startled by the sudden movement, subconsciously stepped on the pedal again.

This time, there were several clicks in a row.

And then...the garment to be sewn goes smoothly and becomes skewed.

Chirei Shiraishi looked at the sewing machine, then at Izumi Kurose who looked embarrassed.

Even she was silent for a long time before she asked, "...Why are you so afraid?"

"I, am I afraid that the seam will be crooked if I exert too much force all of a sudden?" Kurose Izumi said with a flushed face.

He felt that he was really ashamed, but he was still scared even though he was careful.

However, this effect should be the same as watching horror movies for timid people, right?
Obviously focused and mentally prepared in advance, but in the face of sudden movements and scary pictures, I will still be frightened.

Originally, the fact that Baishi Qianlian was sitting next to him almost shoulder to shoulder made him very nervous and concerned.

"Oh, all right, you follow my rhythm."

Shiraishi Chirei sighed, put one foot on Kurose Izumi's pedal, and at the same time put her hand on his.

"Bai, Shiraishi?!"

Kurose Izumi clearly felt that his voice became thinner, and his eyes quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed them.

I'm in class now, so it would be too bad to do this kind of intimate behavior, right?
He looked to the right and found that everyone was concentrating on sewing, so he was relieved.

Then, looking to the right inadvertently, he suddenly found Hirasawa Shintake looking at them with a strange smile on his face.

Shintake Hirasawa raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up to express his admiration.

Izumi Kurose quickly looked away, stopped looking at him, and turned to the sewing machine and Chirei Shiraishi beside him.

But at this glance, he was startled again.

At some point, Shiraishi Qianrei started to stare at him without blinking.

And under his gaze, she pursed Min's shiny cherry lips again, and whispered softly: "Kurose, please don't look at others. Please look at me, I hope you only look at me."

"?!"

Kurose Izumi opened his eyes slightly, stunned.

How is this - even the last home economics class can be teased like this? !

If Shiraishi Qianlian said such a thing, wouldn't he just say it obediently?

Seeing that Izumi Kurose didn't respond for a long time, Shiraishi Qianrei asked again: "Is it possible?"

This time, with a hint of urging, it seems to be dissatisfied.

"Yes, yes." Kurose Izumi nodded blankly.

This is of course possible.

Because his gaze was on Baishi Qianrei from the beginning to the end, and he never moved away.

For him, the existence of Shiraishi Chirei is like the protagonist of "Lolita", who regards Lolita as the fire of the soul, the light of desire, the most special and above all.

It is also the Beatrice in Dante's "Divine Comedy", who is desperate to pursue even if she sacrifices her life and goes to hell!
Although this is an exaggerated metaphor, it is very appropriate.

"Then please keep an eye on me."

"oh oh……"

In this way, under the watchful eye of Kurose Izumi, Shiraishi Chirei folded the fabric and stepped on the sewing machine.

At the same time, her little hand covering the back of Kurose Izumi's hand also started to move.

Delicate, soft, and slightly icy to the touch, Izumi Kurose has no time to care about other things.

His eyes reflected Shiraishi Qianrei's seriously lowered head.

The delicate profile, the snow-white and tender little face, are close at hand.

The combination of her earnestness and this stunning beauty is so charming that no matter how Kurose Izumi looks at it, she has a feeling of being so cute and liking.

So, when Shiraishi Qianrei sewed the prototype of the handbag and looked up at him who was a little sluggish, it became clear in an instant - he didn't learn!
"Stupid, are you? Let you look at me, not my face, but my sewing technique."

"Sorry, I saw it all at once..." Kurose Izumi subconsciously apologized, but when he was about to say something more, he suddenly stopped.

Then, he changed his words: "I lost my mind all of a sudden."

"Have you been fascinated by watching it all at once?" Baishi Qianlian resigned helplessly, with a tone of 'I really can't stand you'.

"Have you been seen through?" Kurose Izumi scratched his head, and glanced at his face embarrassingly.

But at the next moment, his ears were a little itchy, and a soft voice sounded from his ears:

"But... I'm very happy, Kurose looked at me well, hehe."

——Today, Izumi Kurose was defeated.

　I recommend this Dragon Clan fan, the writing is OK, very good, it makes up for Dragon Clan's regret, I have tried poison.

　　


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