There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Surprisingly, however, most girls really like this style.

Suddenly, an unexpectedly young proprietress walked out.

"Alas! Welcome all the students of Zongwu High School."

She then covered the corners of her mouth with her sleeves and narrowed her eyes happily.

"The room is ready, please come in."

She made a gesture of please, then turned and walked in.

Everyone was taken to the suite "Nishijin".

It was a luxurious room with four brand new tatami mats.

Four for girls and six for boys.

As the name suggests, colorful Nishijin fabrics hang on the walls.

(Note: Nishijin weaving: a traditional weaving technique in Kyoto, Japan)

These satins, decorated there like tapestries.

There is also a jar large enough to hold a person in front of the satin, which enhances the sense of luxury in the room.

"I'm really bothering you, Shazhi."

In a Japanese-style room, Shizuo Hiratsuka and the proprietress were chatting like they were chatting.

"No, no."

"But youth is really good."

As she spoke, she made girlish movements, swinging her body from side to side with the clock pendulum behind her, as if she was dancing.

To use a manga metaphor, the proprietress, Saori-san, seemed to have a heart-shaped symbol around her.

"Remember when we..."

Hiratsuka-sensei's words seemed to evoke a memory pattern in her.

"Stop, stop."

Shizuo Hiratsuka had a black line on her face, interrupting her memory to kill.

"I'm also going to say something to the students."

"Ma Xiaojing, you really..."

She looked resentfully at Hiratsuka Shizuo-sensei who left in a hurry.

On the other hand, Jing walked out of the room quickly, and there seemed to be a slight sweat on her head.

For Saori, even Hiratsuka Shizuo-sensei, who has always been known as the Iron Fist, feels a little helpless.

Still on the move.

She walked to the door of the hotel, leaned against the pillar in front of the door, took out the seven-star cigarette from the pocket on her chest that was about to burst, tapped the filter, lit the cigarette with the [-]-yuan lighter, and then exhaled the smoke. All in one go.

She couldn't help looking up at the bright starry sky.

His eyes became deep.

"call."

The smoke from his mouth lingered in the cold night air.

This didn't last long, and the taxi's engine sound gradually sounded in the silent mountain.

I looked at my watch quietly, the hour hand on it just pointed in the direction of seven o'clock.

"Really?"

The yellow taxi stopped at the door of the hotel.

The four got out of the car one by one.

However, everyone seems to have their own concerns, and it seems to be more serious than before.

A sense of estrangement was born invisibly.

Looking at them quietly, the worst situation that I expected finally appeared.

Chapter 109 Chapter 53 In the hot spring

Kasumigaoka, Sawamura, Yuhihama, and Yukinoshita were naturally arranged in the same room.

In front of the low wooden table, it was the dinner served by the proprietress Saori, emitting steaming heat.

The luxurious cuisine of traditional Japanese style is naturally very delicious.

However, the people who eat are absent-minded and do not even know what they are eating.

Yin Lili just numbly eats the meal from right to left according to her body's habit, and doesn't make any taste matching.

She ate all the rice first, then ate tempura, then sashimi, and drank the miso soup in one last breath, with no concept of diet at all.

This can no longer be called enjoying dinner, but it is more appropriate to say that the task is generally completed.