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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve(2/2)

However, the price is too high.

She probably went blind before she finished studying.

"His thoughts are rather stubborn, and conventional methods may be more time-consuming."

Mikoto looked at Fugaku who was standing still, suddenly smiled softly, and said, "I was just wondering what would you do if you were a teacher?"

"I think you may have misunderstood me."

Qingshu shrugged, noticing that the look she gave him was full of strangeness, and maybe even shameless contempt for him.

With a calm expression, he said: "If it were me, it would be more than just going to class. For a proud person, the first thing is to break his pride. Only by repeatedly trampling on the things he is proud of will he break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly.

"

"..."

Mikoto's eyes gradually turned to admiration.

She is indeed her teacher.

"You still have a lot to learn."

Haruki has always been worried that Mikoto is too kind, but today it seems that she doesn't know how to adapt.

"You play slowly, I'll leave first."

Since he couldn't see the specific situation within the illusion, it was no fun to watch the battle.

Qingshu left time for the two of them to communicate with each other.

He returned to Akihabara in an instant.

"Tsunade."

Qingshu opened the door and shouted.

A moment later, he saw Tsunade walking out of the study, with a look of surprise on her face.

Qingshu smiled, stood there, and opened his arms.

Tsunade remained reserved for a few seconds, walked over slowly, then sped up, jumped up into a trot, and put her arms around his neck.

Qingshu took advantage of the situation and held her long legs with both hands.

"You... uh uh..."

He didn't have time to speak.

Tsunade held his face and kissed him with all her strength.

Three minutes later, Tsunade let go of her hand, lay on Haruki's shoulder, and rubbed his cheek with her head.

She gasped for air.

The sound of breathing was unusually clear.

Qingshu swallowed his saliva, which smelled faintly of orange.

Tsunade's lipstick.

"Miss me?"

Qingshu leaned close to her ear and asked softly.

"think."
Chapter completed!
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