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【329】Mint(1/2)

"I really dare to say it."

The fingertips holding the oily pen trembled slightly less than half a second, and the iconic calm sound rang again.

Yuki Terajima, an iceberg beauty, seemed to maintain a calmness and rationality beyond others' imagination at any time.

As she said, she stretched out her hands and held her ears as if she had no helplessness. Her dark eyes with a little tranquility moved slightly towards Shiina Iori:

"So, isn't it good-looking?"

"How could it be!"

Shiina Iori quickly reacted and tried to continue saying something to relieve the ambiguity in the discourse.

However, Terajima Yuki lowered his eyes again and looked back at the files on the desktop.

"Then keep working."

"Look, classify these copies. If you have enough money, imitate my handwriting and sign a name. It is recommended that you wait for the column to be empty and I will write it myself - no problem?"

When the signature is signed, she only needs to pass the documents once.

"certainly."

Shiina Iori agreed happily, and sat there as well. If he was bored, he should find some study materials to start reviewing.

Then, Yuki Terajima did not continue to reply, but instead looked down at the documents he had in hand and began to sign and write a reply suggestion.

However, Shiina Iori did not notice. Yuki Terajima, who lowered his head again, turned his pen in his hand with a little distracted look.

"Dingdong Dangdong--"

After a while, the routine bell rang for the end of get out of class, and a little noise came from outside. Neither of the two sitting in the office was affected by these movements and continued to do what they were doing.

But not long after, there was a knock on the door outside.

"President Terajima, I am Tanha Naha, the finance department, here to send the report."

"Please come in."

Yuki Terajima didn't raise his head.

"yes."

A tall short-haired girl entered the door from outside, holding a stack of files in her hand.

After entering the door, she did not walk to Yuki Terajima's desk, but walked to the small table on the side of the square table beside Yuki Terajima as usual.

In the past, some miscellaneous things that were not in a hurry to deal with were taken over by the student union secretary.

"Secretary of Yamashita, this is the financial advancement report of thirteen sports clubs this year...well?"

Shiina Iori raised her head in the direction of the sound. What caught her eyes first was a pair of long legs with tight flesh, and then a short-haired girl with vitality smile.

The moment the other party saw him, there was a flash of confusion in his eyes for less than half a second, followed by a dazzling brilliance that was uncontrollable.

Drinking.

"You're here..."

Shiina Iori looked up at her in confusion and asked in confusion.

Then, the finance department suddenly reacted and said hurriedly: "I, I will send a report report to senior Yamashita! Are you the new secretary? I am Ninoha Naha of the World Literature Department, and the finance of the Student Union! Please do......"

"No."

Before he finished speaking, his voice was interrupted coldly by Yuki Terashima, and his tone was calm: "Student Niba, just give me the report directly."

“Eh?!”

When Niba Nao heard this, she was stunned and looked at Shiina Iori more.

He also smiled and explained casually: "I was arranged by the academic affairs department to supervise the student union room, not the new secretary."

"I am Shiina Iori, please give me some advice."

"Shina?!"

Upon hearing this, Nao Niha looked at his face and suddenly opened her eyes and reacted.

Obviously I have heard of this name before.

She reluctantly looked at Shiina Iori's face, then peeked at the cold-looking President Terajima next to her, and immediately handed the documents to Terajima Yuki with a respectful look, and then turned his head out of the room with depressed eyes.

"No need to say anything extra. If there are still people, just let them put the documents on my desk."

Shiina Iori just watched the tight-legged financial officer go out when he heard Yuki Terashima mention a faint voice.

"OK."

Iori answered casually.

In my heart, I was thinking about the expression of that classmate Niba just now.

How many versions of his rumor have been spread in this broken school?!

Shiina Iori was very curious.

During the subsequent work, several students came in one after another to deliver reports.

Some of these people obviously knew him, while others did not, just because they looked at him twice.

Most of them turned their heads and delivered the report to his desk.

Every girl asked about his name at the same time. Two more courageous people asked his line number in a low voice and tried to chat with him for a few more words.

However, after Shiina Iori said his name, everyone reacted the same way - widened their eyes and turned to look at Yuki Terashima with a look of fear.

There were two groups of people entering the door, and they forced themselves to smile and turned to the door, and they couldn't stop muttering in a low voice.

Shiina Iori's ear tips were heard a little.

The content is similar - it is nothing more than a whisper of private use to public, public buses for private use, and non-compliance with morality.

Shiina Iori just listened to the three or four rounds and found indifferently that his image seemed to have been distorted into a new generation of scumbags who could sit for two times as long as he had money. Among them, Yuki Terajima and Yui Igarashi are the two most powerful competitors.

There are many others, such as Mai Hamasaki, Miki Kuraki, Mika Kiyoshi, Mika Nakajima, Kazuya Matsushita, Kazuya Amuro Natsuki... Most of them are classmates and teachers with outstanding appearance, excellent character and academic performance, and age of less than 30.

In addition, something strange was involved.

Whether you know or not, most of you have heard of his name at least.

Iori Shiina was so helpless.

You know, spreading rumors will break your legs if you dispel them!

On the contrary, Yuki Terajima always sat in place with a calm look on his face, and the pen in his hand kept signing at a constant speed and writing suggestions, but it seemed that he was not affected at all during the whole process.

From beginning to end, we always maintain a quiet and focused state.

I don’t know if it’s lucky, Shiina Iori feels that he has discovered the side that is not often seen by others.

It was not until the second bell rang that I saw her finally put down the pen in her hand.

Turning his head and telling Iori:

"Let's have a meal."

"Then I'll leave first."

Shiina Iori greeted him, picked up his schoolbag and walked out the door - he had other courses this afternoon, and after the courses, he would go to Yui's laboratory to help with chores, which was quite busy.

"Where are you going?"

Yuki Terajima looked up at him with some confusion and asked without any end.

"?"

Shiina Iori, who was carrying her schoolbag, also looked up a little strangely.

"Go to the cafeteria for dinner?"

He came out this morning and didn't make a bento.

So, Yuki Terajima seemed to finally realize something and reacted.

But she did not let Iori go away, but turned around and reached out from under the desk, and took out a wooden lunch box about the height of an ordinary insulation bucket.

The last time Shiina Iori saw this lunch box was the last time.

That is, the third time the two of them met in this student council room.

But no matter how many times I have seen Yui's petite figure and amazing appetite, I still can't help but feel a sincere respect for physics.

Energy is indeed a conservative thing.

Just thinking this in my heart, Shiina Iori suddenly realized something.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yuki Terajima patting the tabletop with his little hand, signaling Shiina Iori to go over there, tilting his head:

"Here."

“Eat together.”

While speaking, she had already pulled out two pairs of chopsticks and six lunch boxes from the top layer of the entire rice bucket.
To be continued...
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