"Huh? I don't seem to have noticed this...but Shirakawa-san has never brought lunch boxes to school...usually they go to the cafeteria or the canteen."

"There should be, right? Shirakawa-san has a girlfriend, right?"

"How is that possible? You have a girlfriend and you still confess to Hayakawa-san? That's too bad!"

"I told you it was a misunderstanding~"

"My girlfriend... she should be Tsukimi-san, the head of the calligraphy department, right? I often see them walking together..."

The girls started discussing in a flurry, while Asano Kaori pulled away and calmly extracted the information she needed from these fragmented information.

What is the weakness of this damn sister-controller?

Asano Natsori was secretly inquiring about information about him, but Shirakawa Zehei had no idea on the other side. At this moment, he was holding a lunch bread and walking quickly towards an activity room.

He rents a small room alone and can't even get a set of pots and pans, let alone make lunches to bring to school. Although cooking at home is more economical, in terms of time cost, it is still

It’s a good deal to buy directly.

"Excuse me." Shirakawa Zehei shouted symbolically and pushed open the door of the calligraphy club.

"Shiro...Shirakawa-san..." A voice sounded weakly, and as the owner of the voice lowered his head shyly, the remaining words "Good afternoon" gradually sank.

They are a pair of extremely pure and lovely eyes, like a newly born deer in spring, curious and slightly wary.

The black hair that only reaches the side of the neck is braided into a slightly thinner braid on the side, with a light red hairband tied at the end, which just exposes the delicate and soft earlobes.

As her head lowered lower and lower, the blush on the girl's cheeks gradually spread to the tips of her ears.

The two have known each other for almost a year, and the girl still seems a little afraid to say hello to Shirakawa Zeppei. The good afternoon she just said used up all the courage she had finally accumulated.

"Well, Tachibana-san, isn't Minister Tsukimi here?" Shirakawa Zehei didn't mean to let the girl continue to bury her head, and took the initiative to speak.

Ju Zhimo calmed down, holding the hem of his school uniform and carefully replied: "The minister is not here, it seems that he was called away by the teacher in charge..."

Despite the initial greeting, Tachibana Chimo was still able to communicate relatively normally with Shirakawa Zeppei, whom he had known for a long time.

Hearing this, Shirakawa Zeping nodded, and did not pursue the reason why the head of the calligraphy department went out. He pushed aside a pile of messy rice paper in the activity room, cleared an open space on the table, and sat down to start concentrating on solving the problem.

Lunch.

Today the activity room is as messy as usual, but I'd better bear with it. I can't encourage the paramecium minister's arrogance too much.

Within two seconds of sitting down, Shirakawa Zehei frowned and stood up to find the cleaning tools in the activity room.

Seeing Shirakawa Zeping's familiar movements, Ju Zhimo secretly smiled a little in his crystal-clear and warm eyes, and then quickly got up and helped Shirakawa Zeping clean up.

Shirakawa-san, you’re still the same as before...I have to be tidy~

He usually chooses to spend his lunch break here. It's not because he feels awkward eating bread alone in the classroom, but Shirakawa Zeping feels that the calligraphy club's activity room gives him a slight sense of security.

Maybe it's because the rice paper all over the table is written with Chinese characters, or maybe it's a deer with clear eyes in the calligraphy department activity room. He spent most of his leisure time here during this year's high school career.

time.

Coincidentally, the reason why Shirakawa Zehei wanted to join the calligraphy club was just to find a learner who could write well and use it to improve his proficiency in Japanese writing skills.

But he didn't expect that Neon's calligraphy club actually practiced Chinese characters.

There is no wife in the wife cake, there is no lion in the lion's head, and there is no Japanese in the neon calligraphy club. It can be called one of the greatest tragedies in the world!

Fortunately, the talent bonus of learning from Miss Ji Ju Zhimo has lived up to Shirakawa Zeppei's hard work. After receiving her bonus, Shirakawa Zeppei's Japanese writing has finally become elegant and elegant, and will no longer be as embarrassing as before.

But having said that, it has been a year since he set Tachibana Chimo as the target of his strategy study. On the other side, Hayakawa Natsuhi has already passively confessed his love four times, and Tachibana Chimo doesn't seem to have any signs yet.

On what basis is this determination of confession interception based?

Even with Shirakawa Zehei's brainpower, he couldn't figure out the working principle of this low-wall system. While he chewed the bread slowly, his mind wandered, thinking about all kinds of messy things.

For him, this is a rare break.

Tachibana Chimo sat opposite Shirakawa Zeppei, nibbling her own bread. She originally brought a lunch to school, but since Shirakawa Zeppei often took a lunch break in the activity room, she only brought one piece of bread for lunch

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The lunch break at Neon High School was not long. As Tachibana Chimo closed the book in front of him, Shirakawa Zeping also woke up from his fugue.

"See you after school!" Miss Ju Zhimo waved nervously to Shirakawa Zeping. She was not used to saying goodbye so actively, so her movements seemed a little stiff.

"Well, see you after school."

Ju Zhimo turned around, breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and at the same time clenched his fists hard.

Well done! It’s time to say goodbye! Keep up the good work, Xiao Mo!

A piece of thin pink envelope paper floated down from the book as Ju Zhimo waved stiffly...

Without thinking, Shirakawa Zeping caught the envelope with quick eyes and hands, and called out to Tachibana Zhimo.

"Tachibana-san, wait a moment."

The moment the envelope was handed out naturally, a light suddenly flashed in Shirakawa Zehei's mind.

Damn, that’s terrible!

Sure enough, from Shirakawa Zehei's perspective, Ju Zhimo saw the pink love envelope. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face quickly turned red.

"Bai Bai Bai Bai Bai...Shirakawa-san...I, I, I..." Miss Ju Zhimo's tongue suddenly began to get knotted.

"This...I want to ask my family...after all...at this age...getting married or something..."

She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to make eye contact with Shirakawa Zeppei. Her long and thin eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be some crystal tears hanging on them. She bit her lip, revealing a look of lust.

Crying expression.

"Marry?" Shirakawa Zeping was shocked by Miss Ju Zhimo's imagination.

According to his understanding, such a strange coincidence is obviously the fault of the system. It is estimated that some boy gave Miss Ju Zhimo a confession letter, but she didn't find it for a while...

Since it's a misunderstanding, let's clear it up... But why did this Xuexue Ji want to get married as soon as she came on?

"No...no!" Ju Zhimo waved his hands quickly.

"I'm not saying that I don't want to marry you, Shirakawa-san..."

As soon as this sentence came out, Ju Zhimo immediately felt that he had made a mistake and said in a panic: "I didn't mean that I wanted to be with you, Shirakawa-san..."
Chapter completed!