"For me? But this gift looks very valuable."
Staring at the red badge in Nobita's hand, Shizuka craned her neck to look; the sparkling heart design was very pretty and probably not cheap.
It was somewhat difficult to accept.
Receiving gifts can create a sense of responsibility or pressure, especially concerning the expectations and relationship between the receiver and the giver.
"It's okay, we're good friends, so Shizuka, please quickly accept it."
Seeing Shizuka's hesitant look, Nobita was extremely anxious, and quickly cupped his hands forward, begging her to accept the gift.
His tone was extremely humble.
Having to beg someone to accept a gift, this strange behavior definitely seemed suspicious!
"Nobita, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't accept it. Goodbye."
"Wait... wait, Shizuka!"
Raising his right hand, looking like he wanted to stop her, Nobita had originally intended to use his shameless persistence to make Shizuka accept the couple's badge, but the girl had already turned and run away.
"Forget it, I'll find another chance later."
Ending in regret, Nobita left dejectedly, glaring fiercely at Hiroshi when he reached the mountainside.
"Ahem, you two, the person has already left, why are you still clinging to me?"
Nobi Hiroshi feigned a cough, then turned to glance at the two lolis beside him.
Leaning on him was one thing, but their hands were still moving around; weren't they deliberately taking advantage of him?
It was starting to feel a bit much.
"Oh, sorry, Hiroshi!" Her pretty face flushed red, nodding rapidly.
Tachibana and Otome, hearing this, frantically released their small hands wrapped around Hiroshi.
Realizing how ambiguous their posture had just been, Otome was almost kissing him, and the position of Tachibana's delicate hand was also very risky.
"It's fine, I can understand your previous panic, Tachibana."
A gentle warm breeze brushed past the wisps of hair by the girls' ears, making their pink earlobes tingle.
Tachibana and Otome, blushing again despite themselves, covered their cheeks and said, "Mm, that's good."
Their hearts felt warm; a gentle and cute Zheng Tai with good academic performance—weren't these factors combined the ideal Prince Charming?
To become better "friends," the two girls had some thoughts in their hearts, their minds constantly stirring.
"Let's pack up and go, the teacher seems to be calling for assembly down below!"
Shizuka, whose steps had quickened somewhat, walked over, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the space between the three.
Guard against fire, guard against theft, guard against best friends.
She had seen the overly intimate scene just now, and as the official girlfriend, feeling a little jealous was only natural.
"Mm, okay, let's go quickly."
Nobi Hiroshi responded quickly, looking at the girl separating them, keenly aware of Shizuka's emotional change.
He was detected by radar before even making a move; what an inauspicious start, trying to make him hang himself on one tree.
Too bad, my heart holds great love; you are all my wings!
After packing their respective belongings, the group walked down towards the mountainside.
Shizuka, walking ahead, occasionally glanced at Nobi Hiroshi, her swinging arm seeming to seek some kind of explanation or comfort.
"What's wrong, Shizuka?"
Nobi Hiroshi asked knowingly; his voice was very soft, audible only to the two of them.
Stopping her actions, the girl looked deeply at Nobi Hiroshi, and gently nodded: "Tachibana and Otome are very cute, aren't they? Who do you think is prettier?"
Without hesitation, the girl directly threw out this easy question.
There were two females in the question, seemingly a choice between two, but in reality, there was a hidden answer; she herself was not included in the options.
Nobi Hiroshi, knowing her intentions well, smiled and replied nonchalantly: "As for those two, they are indeed quite cute."
The light words reached her ears, and Shizuka's expression quickly fell.
Before she could retort, warm lips immediately drew near, burying themselves in her dark hair, speaking words that made her blush.
"But I think Tachibana Otome and Shizuka, compared to you, are still a little bit lacking."
"Especially after playing games, the strange expression on little Shizuka's face is the cutest; I really want to see it every day."
His fingertips brushed her soft cheek, conveying unspoken deeper meaning.
Shizuka's heart raced; she could feel the warmth of his fingertips, her eyelashes fluttering.
Such simple gestures made her feel secure and joyful, indirectly showing that she was a girl easily satisfied.
"Urusai, you blockhead, my expression isn't strange at all, it's all your fault."
Feigning anger, she glared at Hiroshi, the girl's voice trembling slightly as she gently pinched the finger on her cheek, righting the overturned vinegar jar.
The rhetoric was a bit twisted, but it was indeed effective.
To color a pure white paper with one's own colors was indeed quite good.
"Hey, Hiroshi!"
"Do you want to play baseball after school?"
Gian, wearing a black and white striped shirt, jogged over and patted Hiroshi's shoulder.
And as a member of Gian's team, he naturally didn't refuse the invitation.
"No problem, Gian, I'll go to the vacant lot after school."
"But speaking of which, your new clothes are very trendy."
Looking at Gian's prison-prisoner style shirt, Nobi Hiroshi suddenly had an idea: to drive away a tiger by devouring a wolf, no, to present a borrowed flower to Buddha.
He pulled him aside to a deserted spot for a long talk.
"Hiroshi, your taste is really good! I begged my mom for ages to buy these new clothes for me, aren't they great! Hahaha!"
Hearing the praise, Gian proudly struck a few poses, showing off his muscular bulk.
"It's indeed good, but I feel like something is missing."
Rubbing his chin, Hiroshi kept him in suspense, waiting for Gian to take the bait himself.
"Oh, what's missing?"
Gian stood frozen, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Of course, it's a chest ornament. For someone as trendy as you, wouldn't it be even trendier if you pinned a badge on your chest?"
"That makes a lot of sense! I'll go find a badge right after school then."
Hearing this, Gian nodded in agreement, and Nobi Hiroshi began the next step, introducing Nobita's treasure.
"An ordinary badge won't do. Nobita has a particularly good-looking badge; he originally wanted to give it to Shizuka, but Shizuka didn't take it, so you can just go and demand it."
As if genuinely thinking for the other party, Nobi Hiroshi praised how special and rare Nobita's badge was.
As he spoke, he suppressed a smirk.
Nobita couldn't possibly refuse; a single phrase, "If you can give it to Shizuka, why can't you give it to me?", would be a direct checkmate. Daring to resist meant getting beaten.
"Hahaha, then I'll go get it later."
"Hiroshi, you truly are my confidant! Thank you so much!"
Clasping his hands in gratitude, Gian immediately turned and ran towards the school.
To become a trendy man, to become a true man, he must obtain the badge.
"Hiroshi, where did you just go?"
Returning to the classroom, all the students inside had left, leaving only Tian Mei leaning against the door frame, holding his schoolbag.
"Nothing, just messing with a fool."
Nobi Hiroshi said casually, taking the schoolbag from Tian Mei's hand and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Messing with a fool?"
Tian Mei looked at Hiroshi with a puzzled expression, tilting her head; her thoughtful look was very cute.
"Yeah, aren't fools meant to be messed with?" Nobi Hiroshi smiled, reaching into his pocket, preparing to leave, but suddenly felt something silky and delicate.
He pulled it out to see a long strip unroll, appearing exceptionally sacred under the golden sunlight.
He almost forgot there was still a treasure in his pocket.
"Why did you take that out! Quick... quick, put it back!"
Tian Mei ran over in a panic, wanting to retrieve her attack speed gear.
"No, wait a moment first. It seems there are no surveillance cameras in the classroom."
He raised his hand above his head, spinning and dodging the pouncing Tian Mei.
Silently closing the front and back doors and the curtains, Nobi Hiroshi walked step by step towards the loli with a strange smile on his face.
He picked up her small body and placed her on the desk, took off her Martin boots, and gently put on the holy relic.
"What... what are you going to do..."
The girl shyly brought her legs together, looking at Hiroshi sitting on the stool, feeling both happy and embarrassed deep down.
"What's wrong? Eat the ice cream!"
Nobi Hiroshi picked up a small ice cream with a serious expression, bringing it to his mouth, ready to start.
"But... but I've worn them all day, how about next time after I've showered?"
"Hmm... right, they really do need a wash."
Nobi Hiroshi, suddenly realizing, hastily took out the water bottle from his backpack, sprinkled water on the ice cream, making it semi-transparent and clinging tightly to the fair skin.
Water droplets slowly slid down the texture of the stockings, outlining the perfect contours of the legs, adding a hint of unintentional allure.
Under the reflection of the sun, a faint luster appeared, like a layer of golden-silver flowing light.
"No problem now, right?"
"Then I'll start."
Admiring his perfect masterpiece, Nobi Hiroshi bent down to savor the sweetness of the ice cream.
It tasted even better than last time.
"Idiot... idiot..."
"What's the use of this kind of cleaning method... *whimper*..."
Feeling every friction on her skin, Tian Mei quickly shut her mouth, beginning to endure the half-hour torture.
The intertwining of wetness and warmth was an indescribable sensation.