"I also think it's abnormal. The president is actually late?" Liangsuke thought, "I would rather believe that Xiao Ming, you are clean than that of the president overslept. After all, you were at least quite conservative when you were in the middle school of the country."

"If your conservatism refers to urging around the comic exhibition, then I really thank you." Asukagawa refused to say anything: "Remember, don't let Haruna and his senior sister talk to him, and in front of Hanazawa, don't even think about the romantic deeds of our country when we were in the middle school."

"Oh, have you changed your name?" Liangsuke teased: "It seems that my best man is not far away."

"Marrying has to wait until I become an adult. I am not even seventeen years old now. But the wedding can be enjoyed in advance."

"I think the problem is not when you get married, but why you are late. I don't believe that she has nothing to do." Ryosuke said with habitual pillowing his hands behind his head, "You call her."

Asakawa took out his cell phone and muttered softly: "Why don't you call?"

"It's not my turn to be public or private. Don't talk nonsense, hurry up. If the president hasn't set off in Kanagawa Prefecture, it's all over the lunch time. If she sets off late, with the transportation of Chiyoda District, Tokyo, and today it's Christmas, there are still many people, it's really possible that she can't catch up!"

Ryosuke half-turned his head and looked at the group of students reciting the manuscripts around the podium. He poked Akikawa with his elbow and signaled him to see.

"See, just those handsome guys, as I just observed, at least three of them are preparing to run for president."

Asakawa looked back and then looked back: "Didn't you look at the campaign list? There are six people fighting with Yuki, and three of them are still not here."

"I mean, these three people who came here cannot be underestimated in terms of conversation or temperament. They are obviously prepared. You can't lose your chain at such critical moments."

"Dou...dou..."

No one answered the ringing until it automatically hanged up. Asukao frowned and called again, but the same was true.

"It seems that the chain has fallen." He looked at Ryosuke with a slightly serious expression: "I can't contact Yuki Ai, this is the first time since school started."

In the past, it rained heavily in the middle of the night and suddenly woke up. I realized that I forgot to close the window before leaving, so I mentioned it in the group. As a result, everyone else slept but Ai Yuki came back instantly, saying that when she went downstairs, she saw the window open, and turned back and closed it, so that he didn't worry.

At that time, Yuki Ai was still studying. People who could even return to the line in the middle of the night could not get through on such an important day as the student union election?

Asahikawa realized that Yuki Ai should have been dragged down by something, so he put away his phone and turned to Yansuke: "Go to find Saito Gen and ask him to change the order of his speeches."

Ryosuke nodded and was about to leave. Asakusa felt it was inappropriate and grabbed him again: "Don't just put the president's speech at the end, you will be suspected. Just turn the order backwards. The president's election will be the last, the vice president's election will be the finale, and so on... Ryosuke, please be the first to be the first."

"I know, I can drag it for a while."

Ryosuke responded and went to Saito Gen, who was commanding the venue for the Publicity Department’s officials to arrange. The two of them whispered something. Saito Gen looked at Akigawa and nodded.

With a sigh of relief, Asuka looked at the competitors who were like wolves and tigers, staring at the president's position and frowned.

Yuki Ai, what are you doing now? Don’t be late for such an important occasion!

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Kanagawa Prefecture, the city center of Kawasaki.

In a very high-end apartment, Yuki Ai is carefully tutoring two new primary school children to learn how to calculate the number.

"Don't always think about counting your fingers, this is a bad habit."

Under the soft light of the desk lamp, Yuki Ai said to the little boy who was turning his fingers gently. She stretched out her hand and gently held the little boy's fingers, signaling him to put his hands away and make up for it in her mind.

"Madam Zong, look at my sister. Although it is not easy, I have not developed bad habits!"

The little girl who was frowning with a cute brow next to her heard Yuki's love to praise her, and her little hand holding the pen tightened even tighter. She was very shy, but she was also very happy.

This little girl probably only becomes quiet when she is studying. She is as lively as a tomboy on weekdays, but she is very fond of me.

Because Yukio loves to see this little girl, it seems that he saw himself when he was just a child.

At that time, she also ran around all day and couldn't stay idle for a moment.

The most important thing is that at that time she had pocket money and could rush into the grocery store opposite the school after school and eat a popsicle that could be bought with a five-yen coin.

That is why Yuki loves childhood memory and loves summer the most. Bingbing's sweet memories have also made her rare happy days smell like.

Speaking of taste, like a tenacious wild dog, Yuki Ai habitually divides life with smell—

When I was a child, it was the sweetness of popsicles, later it was the bitterness of life, and then the heavy and unpleasant smell of pills... Until that day, the refreshing lemon made her long-suppressed spring heart ripple again.

"Yuichon, Zongta, Ran."

While Yuki Ai was stunned, the hostess' voice sounded at the bedroom door. She pushed the door open and held a plate in her hand, which contained plump fresh oranges.

"Stay a break and eat some fruit."

The hostess put the plate on the desk, and the little girl threw the pen and happily rushed over and hugged her mother.

While touching his daughter's head, the hostess looked at Ai Yuki and smiled: "I'm so sorry, Yukisan, I promised to come here for the last time to teach you on the weekend, but my child's father and I have something to do temporarily and will have to go on a business trip tomorrow. We have to send them to my grandfather's house tonight, so we can only call you in advance."

"Lan isn't naughty, right?"

"Nothing, madam." Yuki Ai smiled and shook her head: "Lan Jiang is quiet when she was studying, and she will definitely become a child with excellent grades in the future."

"Then I'm relieved. You can eat some fruit and rest for a while before continuing. I'll make lunch and eat together at noon?"

"No need for madam, I brought my own bento." Yuki Ai waved his hands repeatedly.

"It's almost two months. Every weekend, you bring your own meals and hide in the house to eat. I feel uncomfortable when I see it. Thanks to your teaching, So Tai and Ran were praised in school. It's the last time today. Why do you say Yukisang, you are together, right?"

"This...well, say thank you in advance."
Chapter completed!