The king of rebirth meets his ex-husband

Chapter 130 Fans Are Crazy
Koizumi Aoba took out the mobile phone from the bag, dialed the number and ordered directly, "Master Yamaki? Come here now... Well, the situation is similar to the estimate, just follow the plan."

After hanging up the phone, Koizumi Aoba saluted and apologized to his colleagues in the office area, "Sorry everyone, I have caused you trouble. You can return to the original state in three or 10 minutes."

After speaking, he took out the braided rope from the bag and began to tie it up.

The cards on the bouquet went directly into the shopping bag that had just contained the letter, and then every six bouquets of flowers were bundled and stacked in the corridor outside.

The music teacher rolled up his sleeves and called on everyone, "Let's help too."

Koizumi Aoba distributed the rope in his hand to everyone, "Thank you everyone."

The music teacher looked at the rope in his hand, which was obviously cut and prepared, and then looked at the bag Koizumi Aoba put at the door, and asked, "Mr. Koizumi carries the rope with you? Or did you anticipate today's situation and prepare in advance?" OK?"

Aoba Koizumi picked up the second largest bouquet of flowers and put them in the corridor with an "oh" sound. The answer to both questions was yes: she was used to carrying a lifeline with her in case of emergency, and the braided rope used for binding today was Colleagues from the gallery helped prepare it yesterday.

After yesterday's public class, what chain reaction will there be today? The gallery has made a systematic consideration in yesterday's summary meeting and made a series of solutions.

Frankly speaking, it was a little bit worse than what she encountered when she first became famous two years ago, so she really didn't feel troubled, because at present, everything is still under control.

The music teacher gave a thumbs up to Koizumi Aoba's unmoving expression, "Sure enough, he is worthy of the post of president of the gallery."

More people are easier to handle. After 10 minutes, the flowers in the room have been cleaned up.

After Koizumi Aoba fetched the broom and put the petals and green leaves scattered on the ground into the trash can, Master Yamaki just arrived at the door.

Followed by the three colleagues in the gallery, everyone briefly greeted and began to move the flowers piled in the corridor.Soon, the office area became what it was.

The music teacher was leaning against the desk with a water glass in his hand, and praised, "The movement system is organized and not sloppy. It really deserves to be an idol. But, with so many flowers, what are you going to do after taking them away? "

Koizumi Aoba sat in his seat and replied: "Master Yamagi will send these flowers to the Hamasaki Children's Welfare Institute, and then Dean Akiyama will look at them and deal with them." Maybe they will be used as painting materials for the children, and maybe they will be used as flowers. Sell ​​it to a flower shop she knows well, she doesn't care anyway.

The music teacher cast an admiring look, and chattered endlessly, "Sure enough, it's everyone's style. But, if the senders of these flowers know this kind of assembly line recycling method, will they be disappointed? Then Aisheng Hate to put on a thrilling action drama? You know, kids nowadays have been used to extremes..."

"..."

Everyone was speechless, she really thought too much.

Lunch break, time for gossipers to communicate.

Under the cherry blossom tree in the corner of the playground, three girls in grass-green school uniform skirts were sitting on the ground, and the one in the middle was Kazaki Ezaki.

Jiang Qixiang opened a pink box and said helplessly, "Oh, today is another hundred love letters, so boring."

The girl with red hair on the left came forward, "Look, God, Xiangzi, you have only been in Qingxue for a month or so, and already so many people like you."

Jiang Qixiang shook her long hair, unable to hide her complacency, "What's the matter, when I was in England, I received more love letters in one day than here in a week!"

On the right is a girl wearing glasses. Hearing this, she echoed, "That's right, Xiangzi is beautiful and good at studying. I saw some time ago that all the boys in Qingxue would like Xiangzi."

The red-haired girl didn't think so, "That's not necessarily true. I heard that many boys were waiting at the school gate this morning to send flowers to Mr. Koizumi? But since it was almost time for class, I had to send the flowers to the office."

"What?" Jiang Qixiang's face became ugly, "How do you know?"

The girl with glasses tried her best to wink at the red-haired girl, but the red-haired girl had very poor reception ability, so she foolishly ignored it.

"Isn't the first class today a math class? After class, I overheard Mr. Ryuzaki saying that to Tezuka-san."

Jiang Qixiang gritted her teeth, why did that man always overwhelm her?
The sound of grinding teeth creaked, the girl with glasses trembled, and immediately picked up a green envelope and said, "So what? Can she guarantee to receive the same amount of flowers every day? We Xiangzi have received it for a month in a row." This is a love letter from Brother You."

The green envelope deliberately slipped past Jiang Qixiang's eyes, "See, this is called charm!"

Jiang Qixiang's face softened a little, yes, so what about the temporary flirtation, if she is capable, she will let the same person send her the same flowers for a month in a row?snort!
"Show me quickly," the pure red-haired girl was distracted by the green envelope, and read out the message on the envelope, "Sister Ezaki, I like you very much, please date me."

"Wow, you're so straightforward every time." The girl with glasses gossiped, "Xiangzi, let's see what's in it, shall we?"

"Look, let's see." Jiang Qixiang generously motioned for the red-haired girl to open the letter, "It's just asking me to meet on Saturday every time."

"Oh, really." The red-haired girl exclaimed with wide-eyed surprise, "This time I'm also asking you to meet at Youth Park on Saturday."

The girl with glasses elbowed Jiang Qixiang, "Why, have you never been there?"

Jiang Qixiang snorted with her nose, "What's there to do, I don't want to associate with him."

The girl with glasses patted her vigorously, "Going there doesn't mean you're going to date him, you just go and have a look. Maybe his elementary school boy is handsome? Right?"

The red-haired girl also became curious, "That's right, you should go and have a look first, you won't suffer anyway."

(End of this chapter)