"Uh... haha, don't pull my hair." The corners of his lips kept twitching upward. While Suzumiya Haruhi and the others were changing clothes, Nagato Yuki handed the backpack containing Asakura Ryoko to Jiu Ming. Given a chance to catch her breath, she sprang out of the backpack, climbed straight onto Jiu Ming's head, and relentlessly tugged at his hair.
All sorts of curse-like complaints spilled from her mouth. Most of all, being shut in that closet for so long had given her the terrifying feeling of being locked in solitary confinement...
"Hey! You actually pulled some out!" Jiu Ming looked at the few strands of hair scattered before him and immediately stopped smiling. Though the fallen hair would gradually weather away and vanish, it still hurt!
"Quit yapping. You shut a lady in a place like that and left her there without a care... I'll bite you to death!"
With a heart full of resentment, Asakura Ryoko dodged Jiu Ming's hand reaching for her collar, grabbed a lock of his hair, and swung on it like a swing. But shouldn't the source of that resentment be aimed at someone other than him?
"Wasn't it someone else who locked you up?"
"But you were the one who brought me out!"
When women started being unreasonable, it was simply... sigh. Who had begged him to bring her out in the first place?
Hearing something nearby, Jiu Ming swiftly grabbed Asakura Ryoko before she could react and stuffed her straight back into the backpack she hated so much. This wasn't right at all!!
She had come out to carry out a grand escape plan. Yet first she had been chased by cats, then she had fallen into the hands of Nagato Yuki when Yuki went out. Yuki had seen through her intentions and