Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK.

Chapter 210: School Festival with Them (Part 6) [1K]

"Honestly, I'm a little surprised."

Entering the school building, Amemiya Ayana let go of Watanabe Yu's hand and turned to look at the layout inside the school building.

What caught her eyes was a brand new decoration that was much newer than the pictures on the Internet.

"What are you surprised about?"

Watanabe You followed her gaze, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He only saw the fire-fighting equipment that had just been replaced some time ago, and the outdoor unit of the wall-mounted air conditioner that had just been replaced.

It’s a bit regrettable that I didn’t use the new air conditioner this summer.

"I originally thought..." The Saint Lady considered her words and changed to a more tactful way of speaking, "Anyway, what I see now is a little different from what I imagined. Don't worry, it's a good thing."

Generally speaking, photos that schools proactively post on the Internet tend to have some promotional value.

Everyone will try their best to show the better side of the school.

In this regard, the vast majority of high schools are no exception.

This is especially true at the school she attends.

But based on what we have seen so far, the photos uploaded to the Internet by Chengnan Private High School seem to be a bit random.

It looks the same as it usually does, with no photo-editing, no fine-tuning, and no deliberate angle-hunting.

The person who took the photo even deliberately made the decorations look a little old.

Of course, it is also possible that Chengnan Private High School has invested heavily in campus construction and maintenance.

“The principal pays more attention to the school’s infrastructure.”

Watanabe Yu heard the hidden meaning of Amemiya Ayana, nodded with a smile, and said this sentence with a double entendre.

Anyway, based on his intuitive feeling, Chengnan Private High School has never been stingy when it comes to the school's hardware facilities.

The air conditioner was replaced half a year after entering school, and the fans in the classroom were also replaced.

Moreover, according to Kiriyama and Ma, the air conditioners before the replacement were only used for two years.

As for the fan, it lasted a little longer, but only about two and a half years.

“I see.”

The Saint Lady put her hands behind her back and took a few steps forward.

Then, she turned around, tilted her head, and looked at him with a smile.

"Will you show me around next, dear Mr. Troll?"

There was a hint of playfulness and coquettishness in her slightly cold voice.

"of course."

Watanabe Yu nodded, walked to her side, and walked towards the teaching building with her.

Although he was just a temporary guest tour guide, he believed that he could do this temporary job well.

After leisurely climbing up the long staircase, the two arrived at the last section of the road leading to the teaching building.

"Speaking of which, I have a question."

Suddenly, Amamiya Ayana slowed down her pace, turned her head, and her eyes passed the yellowing leaves and fell on the rows of empty classrooms.

"Why is it so empty over there?"

According to the information written in the document, there are no abandoned teaching buildings at Chengnan Private High School.

"Because that's a classroom, it's usually used to store some unused equipment."

Watanabe Yu grabbed Amemiya Ayana's hand and took her to his side.

The next moment, a boy in a hurry passed by them and walked down the stairs with a thump, as if he was in a hurry to do something.

"Thank you~"

The Saint Lady blinked, and her tone became a little more playful than usual.

"You're welcome."

Watanabe Yuu loosened his hand and continued what he had just said, "It was quite lively inside at this time yesterday.

“Everyone is busy moving equipment.

"Basically, all the equipment needed for the school festival is piled up over there."

After all the things were moved, the place naturally became deserted.

"So, this means that there is usually no one here?"

Amamiya Ayana withdrew her gaze and began to think.

"Correct."

Watanabe Yu nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

There are special activity buildings for those clubs that do not need sports venues.

"Will there be some... campus legends or something like that leaking out here?"

Hearing this, Amamiya Ayana's eyes suddenly lit up, full of anticipation.

She has always been very interested in this kind of campus legend.

But due to some reasons, she never got the chance to "take advantage of the situation".

"If it's what you think, then there's a high probability that it doesn't exist."

Watanabe Yu could tell what Amemiya Ayana was thinking at a glance.

There were no such rumors in their school, such as there being an extra flight of stairs in the early morning or women's shrill laughter coming from the empty classroom at dusk.

"Isn't there even a Hanako in the toilet?"

Ayana Amamiya still doesn't want to give up.

"No, but if you want to know if there are people who secretly read books in the toilet, yes, there are."

Watanabe Yu said this with certainty.

"Ah, read the book???"

Hearing this, Amamiya Ayana was stunned for a second.

"Well, he was arrested on the spot. Fortunately, he didn't attack in Gundam form, otherwise, well..."

Watanabe Yu pursed his lips.

In short, social death is certain.

"..."

Hearing this, Amamiya Ayana fell silent.

Although she couldn't quite understand 'attack in the form of a Gundam', her intuition told her that it was probably not a good adjective.

"Anyway, in this regard, everyone is still relatively... um? Conservative? Or in other words, respect ghosts and gods and keep a distance (Chinese)."

Watanabe Yu thought about it and added another sentence.

"Of course, it is possible that there is, but I don't know."

Anyway, in his impression, there is probably no such campus gossip.

Their school doesn't even have three great legends, let alone the eight.

Everyone is busy studying, joining clubs, gossiping, and dating. Who has time to care about this?

Of course, it is also possible that the students in their school are all of a normal type and pay more attention to practical things, so no one cares about campus legends.

After all, compared to the illusory urban legends, the monthly exams are truly tailor-made horror films.

"Hey, it's boring."

Amamiya Ayana pursed her lips, and the expectation in her eyes instantly disappeared.

She thought she would hear some campus legends that would brighten her eyes.

"Understand."

Watanabe Yu coaxed her as if he was coaxing a child.

"Good."

Amamiya Ayana responded obediently and slowed down her pace.

While chatting, the two walked along the flat road outside the activity room and climbed the last flight of stairs.

——This is what is written on the official website of Chengnan Private High School.

In this regard, the commute to and from Seongnam Private High School is indeed difficult.

At least compared to the school she attended, there were indeed too many stairs here.

"By the way, where is the stall for this school festival? Why can't I see it?"

She turned her head and looked at Mr. Troll beside her.

From the time she entered the school until now, apart from the visitors and students who walked past them, she had not seen any stalls featuring the school festival.

"It's right up there." Watanabe Yu stepped onto the fourth step from the bottom. "The stalls are all downstairs of the teaching building."

"Can you put them all down?"

The Saint Lady frowned.

"Of course I can, eh."

Watanabe Yu raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, the two had walked up the last step and arrived in front of the teaching building.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the scene before my eyes was suddenly bright and clear.

Unlike the empty classroom just now, what caught the two people's eyes now was a dense crowd of people and neatly arranged stalls.

The sounds of hawking and advertising are endless.

It feels like a shopping street on holidays.

"Well, you're right, this can indeed be put down."

After taking a look at the stall extending outward, Amamiya Ayana withdrew her gaze.

It's just a bit too lively.

"Come on, I'll take you on a brief tour first."

Watanabe You chuckled, stopped, raised his hand and gently pinched her cheek, then led her forward.

Although he said he was taking the Saint Lady around, in fact, he didn't know much about the school festival.

During this period, almost all his time and energy at school was spent on practice.

He and Hayakawa could be said to have turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside.

"Just a quick stroll?"

Ayana Amamiya didn't care about him pinching her face.

Their relationship is there, so this little action is just a drop in the bucket.

"Because I have to report to the auditorium in a little while."

Watanabe Yu gave Amemiya Ayana an apologetic look.

If there were no performances, he would be happy to spend a day with her.

That's good, isn't it?

"It's okay. I can go there early so I can grab a seat."

Amamiya Ayana smiled.

She wasn't upset about this. Besides, she already knew that he was going to perform on stage.

She even made preparations in advance.

She had already handed the bouquet to Ryoko, and in a while, the latter should appear at the door of the small auditorium.

They would watch him perform on stage together.

"After the show, I'll go shopping with you."

Watanabe Yu readily agreed.

"It's up to you then, Guide Watanabe."

Amamiya Ayana cooperated very well and said this.

In fact, according to her past habits, she should have held his hand after saying this.

But it’s not possible today. To be precise, not only her, but Ryoko also can’t do that.

The reason was simple. It wasn't anything like fair competition. She just didn't want to and didn't intend to provoke Yuki Hayakawa.

She is a bit selfish and mean when it comes to Yuki.

She knew very well that Yuki could help You, and, through Yuki's connections, You's path would be much smoother. Those evildoers would have to think twice about what to do.

"Anyway, let's go and walk around for a while."

"Ah."

The two of them walked along the stalls along the outer edge and looked around.

For Watanabe Yu, thanks to his lack of understanding, he now feels like he is just watching the novelty and excitement.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt an indescribable feeling. It seemed that he had indeed underestimated the people in his grade.

Apart from the three or four coffee shop signs standing there, it is no exaggeration to say that the rest of the stalls are diverse.

There were vendors selling grilled chicken skewers, sukiyaki, rice balls and sushi, and even tempura. He even saw red apple candies that were only sold during festivals.

The most important thing is that the finished products everyone displays are all very presentable and professional.

I can only say that everyone is indeed multi-talented.

After walking around for a while, Amamiya Ayana suddenly stopped and looked at a stall in front of her very seriously.

"what happened?"

Watanabe Yuya, who noticed Amamiya Ayana's actions, stopped and looked over there.

"That's... Sanchuan Dim Sum Shop?"

After confirming the name and logo of the stall, Ayana Amamiya widened her eyes in surprise.

It is no exaggeration to say that Mikawa Dim Sum Shop is one of the top five dim sum shops in Tokyo, and it is also the only one among the top five dim sum shops that is not so commercialized.

Naturally, it is also the dim sum shop that preserves the taste the best.

At least, the taste of its snacks has not changed from the past to the present.

"What happened to this store?"

Watanabe Yu looked at the Saint Lady curiously.

If he remembered correctly, this was the stall set up by the monitor of Class B.

As for how he, a person who usually doesn't hear anything about the outside world, knew this, it was all thanks to the casual chat and discussion among the class.

Even more than that, everyone discussed it for a long time in the class group.

Coupled with Kiriyama and Ma's "tutoring", the identity of the class monitor of Class B was exposed.

She is the daughter of the main store of Sanchuan Dim Sum Shop.

"Sanchuan Dim Sum Shop is a very famous dim sum shop." Amamiya Ayana considered her words and introduced it to Watanabe Yu in detail, "Let's put it this way, this shop is quite famous.

"Well, to give you an inappropriate example, Sanchuan Dim Sum Shop is more than three times more famous than the crepe shop we went to before.

“It’s different from other commercial dim sum restaurants that have opened many branches.

"Misakawa Dim Sum Shop is a quality-conscious shop. So far, it has only eight branches in Tokyo.

"Without exception, all of these branches are run by direct relatives of the Mikawa family.

“Of course, that’s not important.

"The signature items of Sanchuan Dim Sum Shop, which are also the best-selling ones, and even to the point where reservations were required, are their strawberry daifuku and steamed buns.

"Many people would rather take the subway for half an hour after get off work at noon to queue up to buy a bite of their daifuku.

“And even so, there are still many people who can’t buy it.

“It’s no exaggeration to say that demand outstrips supply.”

Having said that, the Saint Miss subconsciously paused.

She had made wasted trips before.

"Oh." Watanabe Yu nodded thoughtfully, then asked curiously, "Ayana, are you also a fan of this store?"

Generally speaking, if it is not because of work, most people's knowledge of something is more based on interest.

"I guess so." Amamiya Ayana nodded slightly, "Plus, the Amamiya family wanted to invest in them before, so relatively speaking, I know more about them."

"Did that work?"

Watanabe Yu asked with some curiosity.

"No."

Amamiya Ayana shook her head.

She was not involved in this investment, it was that woman who negotiated it.

"What's their reason for refusing?"

Watanabe Yu's curiosity was aroused.

Putting aside personal feelings, from a practical point of view, given the status of the Amemiya family, in the eyes of most people, their investment is no exaggeration to say that it is an olive branch.

It is good to sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade. This is what most people think.

"Over-commercialization will lead to a change in taste, and then lose the quality that you rely on, and eventually destroy your own brand."

Amamiya Ayana said this word for word.

Her impression can be said to be quite profound.

These were also the exact words in the report that the old housekeeper handed to her.

"6."

There was a hint of emotion on Watanabe Yu's face.

He really didn't expect this answer.

"Let's go and try it while there aren't many people around."

he suggested.

Ayana's introduction can be said to have aroused his curiosity.

"Sure, I haven't had their daifuku for a long time."

Amemiya Ayana glanced at Watanabe Yu and followed him forward.

"By the way, is the mantou you mentioned the same as the 'mantou' (Chinese) that I understand?"

If that is the same meaning, he would rather call the steamed bun sugar-free whole wheat bread.

This will sound more presentable.

"No." Amamiya Ayana looked at Watanabe Yu with a puzzled look. Logically, this was common sense, but she didn't think about it too much and explained to him in a low voice, "It's a kind of dessert made of flour and red beans. It tastes soft, sticky and sweet."

"Oh."

Watanabe You nodded thoughtfully.

Wouldn’t you know if you just try it?

As they talked, the two walked to the stall.

The monitor of Class B, who was wearing a shop assistant's uniform, raised his eyes and glanced at Watanabe Yu calmly, then turned his eyebrows and looked at Amamiya Ayana.

"Can I help you?"

The monitor of Class B asked.

"Please, three strawberry daifuku and one steamed bun."

Ayana Amamiya did not notice the little action of the class monitor of Class B, and truthfully said what she wanted.

"OK, wait."

The monitor of Class B nodded slightly, picked up a wooden clip, picked up three daifuku and a steamed bun, and put them into a simple and distinctive packaging bag.

Then, she held it in both hands and handed it to Amamiya Ayana.

"Give."

The Saint took the bag, pulled out a 1000 yen bill from the pocket of her skirt, and handed it over.

As a regular customer of Sanchuan Dim Sum Restaurant, she is very clear about the specific prices.

However, the subsequent development of the situation was beyond her expectations.

"Forget about the money, this is my treat for you guys."

The class monitor of Class B smiled, first glanced at Amamiya Ayana, and then looked at Watanabe Yu openly.

"Watanabe-san, is this okay?"

At that time, their class couldn't make a fire, and it was Watanabe Yu who helped.

It was at that time that she owed Watanabe Yu a favor.

Yes, at that time Watanabe also took the initiative to ask for snacks and drinks as a reward.

But she knew in her heart that Watanabe Yu did that in order to prevent them from feeling that they owed them money.

Now I can just go with the flow and pay it back at the same time.

"Thank you then."

Watanabe You thanked her and gave the Saint Lady a look that said "take it".

Although the latter was a little curious, he nodded obediently and took the money.

"I hope you have fun at the school festival, Watanabe-san's girlfriend."

The class monitor of Class B smiled and looked at Amamiya Ayana.

"Well, I will."

The Saint Lady was stunned at first, then she smiled sweetly and agreed.

Girlfriend sauce?

She quite likes this title!
This scene also took place in front of the Class C booth not far away.

——Their assigned job was to guide the guests to find Class C.

"Hiss, is this considered NTR?"

A boy with a flat head rubbed his chin and said this meaningfully.

"It shouldn't be considered as such, right? After all, Hayakawa-san and Watanabe-san are at best a pair of partners? Or a temporary one at that. They are not even lovers, so how can they be considered NTR? At most, it can be considered as...stealing someone's love?"

A short-haired girl standing next to him took up the conversation.

She yawned and was not in a very good mood.

"Can't you see that Hayakawa-san likes Watanabe?"

The boy turned around and looked at the girl next to him.

"I can see it, but what does it matter if I like him? I still like Watanabe. Just because I like Watanabe, does that mean he has to date me? Don't be silly. Can you force someone to like you?"

The girl spread her hands, looking nonchalant.

"Okay, you have a point... But then again, where's Hayakawa-san?"

The boy was silent for a moment, thinking that this was the case, and changed the subject.

"Still doing final practice in the music room."

The girl blew her bangs.

In a sense, she was also disappointed with her friend.

Who wouldn't want a handsome man and a beautiful woman in their class? Wouldn't it be something to talk about later?

But unfortunately, Hayakawa is really not up to the standard.

We are so close, but there has been no substantial progress.

"...Do you want me to call Elder Gaocang?"

The boy made a little joke.

"Come on."

The girl pursed her lips.

Even if they called, what would that do?

She didn't think Hayakawa would be a match for that girl.

Not at all!
*
In the classroom of Class A, Grade 12.

"It's almost time, I have to go first."

After looking at the time, Hamabe Ryoko stood up, untied the apron she was wearing, revealing the school uniform underneath.

She made an appointment with Amamiya Ayana to meet in front of the small auditorium later.

She has also coordinated everything on the class side.

In fact, she also thought about just letting it go, but in the end, she still couldn't overcome her own emotions.

"Yeah, have fun."

The monitor of Class A in Grade 12 looked at her reluctantly, but finally nodded.

Who made her promise Hamabe Ryoko?

What's more, it was the latter who she asked to let Hamabe Ryoko be the most beautiful scenery.

In terms of emotion and reason, the requests made by Hamabe Ryoko are all reasonable.

"See you in two hours, then."

Ryoko Hamabe walked to her seat, picked up the two bouquets of flowers placed there, and quickly walked out of the classroom.

"Two bouquets of flowers?"

She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

What about two bouquets of flowers? Or three?
It's all the same.

It's none of her business anyway.

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