Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

"Take this as well, and follow the master." She put her right hand on Shimizu Sakiren's shoulder and brought it closer to her ear, warning each word in a low voice, "If you are slow, you will be punished~"

The corners of her mouth were raised in a frivolous tone.

But Fujiwara Yuki felt that this kind of persecution was not enough, and breathed a sigh of relief at Shimizu Sakiren's small earlobe.

The warm, feather-like touch came from the sensitive ears, and it turned into a strange electric current, which made Shimizu Sakiren couldn't hold back his whole body numb and shivered.

Once he regained his mastery, he saw that Fujiwara Yuki had already walked several meters in big strides, his speed was no different from a trot.

But what she carried on her body and carried on her back added up to more than 30 kilograms, more than one-third of her weight.With a heavy weight on her body, seeing Fujiwara Yuki getting further and further away, she had no choice but to chase after her with all her life.

The girl in the archery uniform smiled happily and was at ease, while the girl with the bow and arrow on her back was panting and struggling, and they chased one after the other to the archery training ground.

There are not too many people in the archery arena, all kinds of girls and boys in archery uniforms are drawing bows and shooting arrows with concentration.

Fujiwara Yuki finally stopped at the edge of the short-distance shooting range, and took the dark yellow solid wooden bow from Shimizu Sakiren's hand.

At this time, Shimizu Sakiren was half-bowed, with his hands resting on his thighs, his face was pale, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead, and he asked pantingly:

"Is it over? It should be here."

"Yeah." Fujiwara Yuki nodded, showing a scheming fox smile again, pretending to be concerned:

"You are too weak."

"There's nothing you can do about being born weak." Kiyomizu Sakiren showed a helpless expression on the surface, but in fact he cursed madly in his heart, such a weak body has already had enough, if only he could exercise.

"I need to exercise more." After speaking, Fujiwara Yuki got up, knelt down and took out two feathered arrows from the quiver at his feet, and then stood up solemnly.

Stepping on the foot, forming the body, forming the bow, kicking up, drawing the points, meeting, leaving, and remnant heart, the eight movements of the bow and arrow are smooth and smooth, and they are completed in one go.

The tense bowstring was stretched like a full moon in the sky, Qi and strength combined to the top, and he shot twice with one hand, and the sharp arrows also flew out through the air, hitting the target straight.

There was a golden light in Fujiwara Yuki's eyes, the princess' chopped hair on his forehead was blowing slightly in the wind, and his face was full of youthful indulgence, sassy and beautiful.

"How is it?" She turned her head, the confident smile on her face remained unchanged, and she looked down at Shimizu Sakiren who was sitting side by side with her legs together and asked.

"It's really amazing." Shimizu Sakiren couldn't help sighing slightly.

This was the first time I saw Fujiwara Yuki shoot an arrow.

In the previous world line, Fujiwara Yuki gave up archery after founding Qingyin Club, and judging from the subsequent plots, she hated archery extremely.

But seeing it today, it seems that Fujiwara Yuki quite likes archery.

After hearing this, Fujiwara Yuki put down the wooden bow, his eyes were blazing as if urging, "Then, have you gone to see if you hit the bull's-eye?"

"Okay." Shimizu Sakiren nodded and agreed to stand up, walked slowly to the bow target to take a closer look, and then reported loudly, "Fujiwara-san, you hit the target."

"Listen——no—to—!, come and talk." Fujiwara Yuki tilted his head and pretended to listen hard.

He obviously heard it, but he didn't know what bad idea he was thinking.

Shimizu Sakiren shook his head helplessly and went back the same way.

"Run here!" Fujiwara Yuki demanded sharply.

Shimizu Sakiren could only speed up her pace, and stepped forward to report to Fujiwara Yuki who was holding her hands together:

"Archery hits the bull's-eye."

"Okay, then go and take down the bow and arrow, Saki Koi-san~"

"...?" Shimizu Sakiren stood there silently, so she was letting herself run errands for fun?

Just as Fujiwara Yuki was about to speak and urge him, a familiar person suddenly appeared next to them and interrupted their conversation.

"Senior Fujiwara has already started practicing?"

"Well, it's started." Fujiwara Yuki turned his head and immediately changed his face, and replied with a bright smile.

It was the junior with a ponytail who had just greeted them near the archery range. She raised her head towards Shimizu Sakiren and asked curiously,

"Senior's friends also saw Fujiwara-senpai's heroic appearance, right?"

Fujiwara Yuki cast a sharp eye knife, Shimizu Sakiren immediately understood and praised vigorously:

"It is indeed as everyone said, very handsome. I really didn't expect Yuxi to have such a handsome side."

"Then have you become interested in Kyudo?" The annoying single-tailed junior still asked persistently,

"Presumably the reason Fujiwara-senpai brought you to the shooting range is not just to shoot arrows, but to show off the charm of archery?"

It seems that some self-awareness is too much!Junior with a single ponytail, you must be unpopular in the club!

The smile on your Fujiwara-senpai's face can't hold anymore, so shut up.

Although there were a lot of inner activities, Shimizu Sakiren echoed embarrassingly: "Yes, a little bit."

"That's great, Fujiwara-senpai is gentle and considerate when teaching archery, you can let her teach you a few hands, right? Fujiwara-senpai." The single-tailed junior looked at Fujiwara Yuki expectantly.

"Hmm..." She murmured from top to bottom, seeming a bit reluctant.

In the end, he really pretended to be enthusiastic and said: "In this case, I will teach Saki Koi a little bow skills."

"Exactly, thank you Yuxi, I am also very interested in archery."

Shimizu Sakiren responded with a smirk, and performed a lot of drama in front of the single-tailed junior.

Pushed to the stake by a fan girl, Fujiwara Yuki had no choice but to obey.

In her eyes, maintaining face is a very important part of life, so that's why she has two sides.

People are amiable in front of others, but they don't recognize their relatives.

Fujiwara Yuki moved over slowly, and his body was very close, almost fitting tightly to Shimizu Sakiren's back.

Holding the bow in one hand, she grasped Shimizu Misaki's hand with her tender left hand, slowly moved it to the handle of the bow and held it tightly, and patiently explained in her ear softly:

"Footsteps, spread your feet first." Her legs were directly embedded between Shimizu Misaki's feet, like an outsider who forcibly invaded, and she forcefully separated her feet by a distance of shoulder width.

"Tong Zao, stabilize the upper body." The other hand caressed the upper waist, stabilizing the figure with a soft palm.

Shimizu Sakiren only felt that the moment the hand came up, his whole body became tense in an instant, as if it was not the bowstring that was stretched, but his own stiff body.

It's really too close, and it's still in front of the younger generation!This is too shameful!

With a slight turn of the head, he could even kiss Fujiwara Yuki's pretty side face.

Some ambiguous questions came from her ears:

"Why are you so nervous?"

Shimizu Sakiren was a little dazed for a while, and from the corner of her eyes in the panic, she caught a glimpse of Fujiwara Yuki's round auricles, and at some point, they also had a hint of pink.

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To be honest, many people are discussing the plot, of course it's ok.

Let me say that this article of mine is a two-way redemption article that satisfies my own xp.

Mainly for the sake of posting and whispering, I can't do the plot as rigorously as a suspense drama.

It's not a purely cool article, if you can't see the protagonist's embarrassment and abuse, you can click the fork.

There's no need to scold me privately. (Not upvoted yet ← I was really annoyed, yuyu for a while

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Volume 29: Chapter 26 Chapter [-] Hands

As a master of archery, Fujiwara Yuki can naturally judge whether he has reached inner peace from the tense muscles and the sound of undulating breathing.

Archery requires the unity of body and mind, and the unity of man and arrow.

If you have distracting thoughts in your heart and cannot concentrate on maintaining a calm and normal mind, the arrows you shoot will naturally fall like swaying leaves and cannot reach the target.

But knowing this, she was still nervous.

Nervous because of the slightly hot breath in the ears, nervous because of being so close in public, nervous because of recalling too intimate memories.

Shimizu Sakiren was seen through her emotions, and after thinking for a long time, she came up with a far-fetched reason:

"Hmm...it's just that I'm not used to drawing a bow for the first time."

"Relax physically and mentally," Fujiwara Yuki patted Shimizu Sakiren's shoulder lightly with his right hand.

As the younger generation said, her tone is kind and gentle, like a good teacher who is persuasive and persuasive.

"The essence of archery is to be calm and calm, without distracting thoughts."

Almost wrapped in Fujiwara Yuki's arms, she could feel the firm and soft girl's chest on her back.

The tip of the nose is surrounded by a fresh scent that belongs to girls.

The arms overlap along the curve of the elbow, and the two catkins are attached to the handle of the dark yellow solid wood bow.

The temperature of Fujiwara Yuki's palm was a little lower than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, when she put it on the back of Shimizu Sakiren's hand and forcibly separated it abruptly to enter the tightly closed fingers, the texture of the skin caressing couldn't help but make Shimizu Sakiren, who had a delicate physique, feel a subtle feeling.

Some cold, but not itchy, but an ambiguous, indescribable special feeling.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun slanted to elongate the almost completely overlapping figures like the palms and the backs of the hands.

"Take the bow, buckle the string, aim at the bull's-eye, gather momentum, and finally shoot the arrow." She continued to explain the skills of archery softly in her ear.

The right hand was wrapped and clenched into a fist, as if completely under her control.

Holding the bowstring and drawing it fully, Shimizu Sakiren tried hard to aim at the target, and the two of them combined their strength to charge the arrow, and finally flew out with a strong posture.

"Shh!"

During the process of falling in love, Shimizu Saki was a little distracted, until the bow and arrow hit the target and slowly recovered.

The junior with a single ponytail applauded frantically from behind to express his praise, his eyes were full of anticipation, and the emotion of desperately wanting Amway Kyudo was beyond words.

The younger generation caught Shimizu Sakiren, who was somewhat confused, and asked enthusiastically:

"How is it? Friends of Senior Fujiwara, did you find inner peace in the process of archery? Did you feel that your mood is a stretch from the inside out?"

Shimizu Sakiren put down her bow, calmed down from the strange feeling, and responded slowly: "It's really not bad."

This is a lie - there is no tranquility, there are a lot of strange feelings.

Fujiwara Yuki had already let her go, stepped back half a step to cover the glare of the sun, watched the bow target from a distance, and asked:

"It's the first time you shoot an arrow, why don't you go and see the result?"

"It's not my achievement." Shimizu Sakiren quickly waved her hand, "Forget it."

"Senior, let's watch it together. Maybe we will fall in love with archery in the future and join the archery club."

The junior with a single ponytail went to great lengths to sell her Kyudo club, but Shimizu Sakiren couldn't refuse and could only half push and half go to the bow target to have a look.

Good guy, two points.

"It's okay, seniors, and novices are like this. Come to our dojo to practice more." The junior with a ponytail comforted very intimately.

Shimizu Sakiren shook his head helplessly and said, "It's nothing, I don't care that much."

I really don't have much athletic talent. It is estimated that if there is no Fujiwara Yuki in charge, it will be a big problem whether the bow can be opened or not.

Still too weak.

When returning to the short-distance shooting range line with his juniors from the bow target, Fujiwara Yuki had already picked up the bow again, rubbing the bow body repeatedly with a clean handkerchief.

The technique is gentle and skillful, for some reason Shimizu Sakiren looked at it, but thought of herself.

"How?" She asked, wiping her head down.

"Two points."

"Two points?" Fujiwara Yuki raised his head in surprise, a little unbelievable, "It's not bad, but it's really not very talented."

The single ponytail junior didn't know where the enthusiasm came from, and he had been taking care of Shimizu Sakiren's emotions, and explained:

"Senior Fujiwara is always very strict in this regard. It is already good for a novice to hit the target, and this is a 28-meter dojo."

Shimizu Sakiren was a little surprised, this single ponytail seemed to really want to join the archery club by herself.

It's a pity that although archery is a good civilization, I am not good at physical work.

Fujiwara Yuki seemed to have worn out his last patience. He looked at the Kyudo club members who were training calmly, and politely reminded with a concerned smile:

"Holy Son, are you still training today? I remember that you will take the first stage of archery in two weeks, right?"