My Youth Love Story Can Definitely Be Finished

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"Hachiman."

"kindness?"

"Be more energetic!"

"..." Hikigu stared blankly at Zhenbai who clenched his fists to help him, then shook his head and sighed, "Whose fault do you think this is..."

I always feel like I'm going to sigh out the breath of my life today, well, forget it.Bikigu shook his head and showed a wicked smile. He couldn't put all the problems on himself, could he?So let's find those guys to share!

……

"Ah, no, I can't take it anymore, just ignore me and let me die."

Hikigu, who was lying on the sofa in a decadent manner, looked at Ren with a dying expression, and asked helplessly,

"Why, don't you understand?"

"Ah," Ren said feebly, "it's fine if I don't listen carefully. I'm so focused and distracted, why can't I understand what I'm talking about? Or, is my teaching ability that bad?"

"Ah, don't worry, it's not your fault." Hikigu glanced at the dejected Sakura Sou and the casual painting, and said with a wry smile, "At least it's not your fault."

……

In order to solve the problem of Mashiro's make-up examination, Hikigu called the entire Sakura residents to discuss, and finally decided that everyone except Zenitsu Miyazaki Ueijosaki should come out to give a lecture to Mashiro, even the senior housekeepers and the nits. The Yusheng of the Taishang Elder... Akasaka Ryunosuke is no exception, and the rest is left to Hikigu to solve.

But look at the current situation, as the teacher Jin, Hikigu, and Soto are all half-dead, on the contrary, the student Shiina Mashiro is still drawing manga in a leisurely manner.

"Drip drip drip drip."

"Ah, the phone is ringing, please take it for me, Senior Ren."

"Do your own business, I have already said to ignore me."

Complaining on his lips, Ren reached for the phone on the table and handed it to Hikigu.

"Thank you."

After saying thanks, Bikigu opened the phone in his hand. His phone was not the most popular candy bar phone at the moment. Although he also used a smart phone, it was an old-fashioned flip type.

The screen of the mobile phone just flashed, and the first thing that caught my eye was the big [-]G network, but Bikigu didn't have time to look at that thing right now. On a little doll dressed as a maid.

That is an artificial intelligence equation called "Maid-chan". It is really a thing with a taste of black technology. It is the proud work of Akasaka Ryunosuke who lives in Sakurasou.

Is that guy really not a whisperer?

Hikigu inevitably thought, and then he began to be thankful that he didn't say these words, otherwise he would have sent a virus to his phone again if this little guy heard it.

Thinking about the headless knight I went on, it was full of blood and tears!

"SMS name: Don't do it!"

With a clear voice, the maid-chan, who is always called Yui or Carter by Hikigu, slid down the screen of Hikigu's mobile phone, and the pointer in her hand clearly pointed to the line of text messages.

"Ryunosuke-sama is currently completing an important engine development task entrusted by the Bone Club, and the intensive teaching of Mashiro here seems to be ineffective. In order to use time more efficiently, Ryunosuke-sama decided to All energy is put on development tasks, above.

If you dare to disturb Ryunosuke-sama, I will definitely send a text message to your mobile phone! "

"Anyway, say something like this..." He complained, and Hikigu struggled to sit up and said, "Ah, there's nothing I can do."

"Yeah, there's no way."

"But tomorrow is the make-up exam." Sota looked at the watch in worry.

"That's right," Hikigu looked out the window, the brilliance of the sun had already burned the clouds in the sky, "We are running out of time."

"In that case, there is only one way left!"

Hikigu said to everyone in front of him,

"I remember that the make-up exam for art is the same as the original exam, right?"

After receiving Ren's affirmation, Hikigu continued,

"If that's the case, Shiro, remember these exam papers as pictures!"

Hikigu took out his own exam papers, and the numbers on the five sheets were surprisingly consistent with "100".

"Eh? How can something like that..."