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Chapter 1: It's cool to hate my wife for a while

In the auditorium of Akihisa High School, Shirakawa Zehei stepped onto the podium and looked around at the group of childish high school freshmen.

"Today is the first day of the new school year. Here, first of all, I want to congratulate..."

This cliche speech did not become interesting because of Shirakawa Zehei's slightly fair and handsome face. As the outstanding student representative of the academic year, the speech at the opening ceremony is a responsibility that he cannot escape.

He wanted to try his best to be a borderline transparent figure, but his grades didn't allow it, and neither did his scholarship. Such a simple wish as pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger was so out of reach for him.

As a time-traveler, Shirakawa Zehei obviously lives a life that is unworthy of his own path.

He once again looked at the heads under the stage that were like black dots, and he unconsciously felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

There shouldn't be any trouble. I always feel like my left eyelid is dancing happily again.

I still hope that God can allow me to walk down this podium with dignity and walk out of this opening ceremony auditorium with dignity.

I don’t know if God heard his honorable request and deliberately wanted to make him look disgraceful, or if it triggered some mysterious power from the East. When he reached the final closing speech of his report speech, something unexpected happened!

Lights are everywhere! Light up the whole place!

In the entire auditorium, the stage lights originally used for the party suddenly focused on his location. Even his hair seemed to be dyed with a dazzling luster.

At the same time, cherry blossom petals slowly fell from the sky above the auditorium, and with another beam of shining lights, they fell little by little into the hair and feet of a girl in the venue.

It is as holy as the artistic conception in the painting.

And the person in the painting did not disappoint the audience's expectations. He has bright eyes and a bright gaze, and his long and slender legs are wrapped in a black and red plaid skirt. His plain, white and tender face has no expression.

She looked at Shirakawa Zehei calmly on the stage, her lips pursed slightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied.

The cherry blossoms fell at a speed of five centimeters per second. Judging from the time, the students in the auditorium were stunned for at least ten centimeters before they reacted.

Damn it, this is a confession!!!

The outstanding student on the stage represents the senior, and he actually wants to confess his love to this very good-looking senior!

When I first came to this school, this kind of outrageous plot appeared. The girlish hearts of the girls were obviously shocked.

He actually confessed his love in such a grand and solemn place. The senior is indeed very talented and bold! He is so handsome!

However, near the front desk where the freshmen could not see, the student council president Mita Takuma saw this situation and suddenly froze while holding the confession draft in his hand.???

I haven't started yet, why did you start?

What kind of pig teammates are these? Didn’t you see Shirakawa Zehei still standing on the stage! Have you fed all the benefits I gave you to the dogs?

Signal! Can you pay attention to the signal for my appearance? Do I look a lot like Shirakawa Zeppei?

He is really a pig teammate. He talks about supporting me and cheering me on, but in the end he becomes the hardest stumbling block on my road to love!

Calm down, calm down, if this continues, you might have to make a wedding dress for this boy Shirakawa Zeppei! You have to find a way to reverse the situation!

Damn it! This guy's title of "school beauty's confession blocker" is indeed not justified! I never thought that even a wise person like me would fall into his hands!

The students were in chaos and chattering, but the teachers who participated in the opening ceremony were not idle. Shirakawa Zeppei's class teacher quickly winked at Shirakawa Zeppei and asked him to come down quickly.

Other teachers began to look for the responsible teaching director present...

Huh? The dean is not here? He went to the toilet?

What kind of thing is this? An opening ceremony can be turned into a confession meeting. If word gets out later, and the board of directors is targeted and criticized by the media outside the school, they will definitely be the first to take out their anger on the person in charge.

In the eyes of the media, students can't make too many mistakes. This is a rare memory of youth. As for you? Bastards, you can't even keep an eye on the opening ceremony, and you are still a leader teacher!

Go back to your hometown and plant sweet potatoes!

Seeing this scene, even though Shirakawa Zehei had already had a similar premonition, he still couldn't help but sigh secretly.

This damn, low-wall system!

It's really unlucky for me to put it on the market. I haven't enjoyed much of the time traveler bonus, but things are coming one after another.

What's that girl's name? Haya...Hayakawa Summer Solstice? This is the fourth time she's been forced to confess her love, right? Can the low-level system be replaced by a new heroine? The same person will get tired of aesthetics, right?

He curled his lips and spoke in a calm tone. As his voice sounded, the freshmen who were originally talking about each other suddenly fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what moving words of confession this bold senior could say.

"Well, thank you all for your support. Next, I will invite the student council president to come on stage to give a final speech."

"..."

"..."

Mita Takuma burst into tears, holding the confession manuscript in his hand excitedly, and decided in his heart to be kinder to this junior Shirakawa Zeppei in the future.

I think the "confession blocker" is just a rumor. It's all a misunderstanding!

It's all the fault of those pig teammates! My juniors are obviously very sensible!

Seeing the senior student calmly finishing his closing speech, without any intention of expressing his feelings in accordance with the atmosphere, the crowd suddenly became anxious.

"Senior! Don't be afraid, we will cheer for you!" A girl's voice came out of nowhere.

"Yes, senior! Come on! Express your love bravely!" The bold boys also started to cheer.

"Confess your love, senior!"

The sound of these two voices seemed to start a prairie fire, and gradually formed a wave of sound. The freshmen shouted "confession, confession" while watching the excitement and looking at Shirakawa Zeping on the stage.

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Faced with this kind of moment, the teachers seemed a little helpless. They didn't have the momentum of the dean to suppress the students, but it was totally unjustifiable to just leave them alone.

Did the dean fall into the toilet? There was such a big movement and he didn’t come back yet!

"Quiet!"

With the help of a loudspeaker, Shirakawa Zehei gradually calmed down the restlessness of the freshmen. He glanced at the heroine Hayakawa Natsuki in the auditorium. Even in this scene, the girl's face still did not show much emotion.

Because of the rain of petals, she was obviously separated by a small circle from the people around her.

She looked at the stage quietly, as if the matter had little to do with her.

"Let me clarify first. This confession arrangement has nothing to do with me."

"Why is this... so boring..."

"That's right, senior, isn't he shrinking back..."

Before the complaints below were amplified, Shirakawa Zehei said calmly again.

"Secondly, there may be some senior students here who don't believe that there have been many misunderstandings. But what I want to say is..."

"I'm not interested in girls ranked lower than me."

Shirakawa Zehei, who ranked first in the academic year, stood on the stage and delivered a speech dedicated to the top student.

However, when the accident heroine Hayakawa Natsuki heard this, she did not show any angry expression. Instead, the corners of her pursed lips were slightly raised, evoking a faint arc. Newcomer and new book, please support me~ Everyday style of painting,
Chapter completed!
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