In the world of Zongman, the ruthless monks just want to play badly

The next day, early in the morning.

Following the crisp preparatory bell, Bai Li walked into the classroom.

It’s still the familiar window seat and the familiar desk.

And the hole in the desk filled with love letters.

Bai Li has become accustomed to such scenes, but there is one thing he can't understand.

He had clearly never opened any of his love letters, always tidying them up and throwing them all into the trash can, but his classmates never tired of doing this.

It was as if he treated this matter as a punch-in task in a mobile game, which he would complete without fail, with a general-like demeanor of "You can throw it as you like, if I write one day less, I lose" and "I'm sending you a love letter, what does it have to do with you?"

"Good morning, Baili~" A female voice full of energy interrupted his thoughts.

After not seeing you for two days, Chihaya-san is still so energetic.

Bai Li hummed and nodded at her, "Good morning."

At first glance, his attitude seemed a little distant, but Chihaya Aine knew his personality and that he wasn't good at socializing. It wasn't that he had any objections to her, so she didn't care at all and just excitedly raised her phone:

"Hey, did you hear? This morning, Sumimi's official account suddenly posted a status! They announced that they'll be resuming activities soon, and they also vigorously clarified previous rumors, denying any internal discord or claims of being suppressed. It's like a dream!"

Baili was a little surprised.

Of course it wasn't an accident that Sumimi came back to life, but it was an accident that Toyokawa Sadaharu acted so quickly.

From the time he mentioned sumimi yesterday until now, it has not been more than twenty-four hours.

No wonder Lao Deng has been able to control the huge Fengchuan Group for decades. His efficiency alone is a testament to this.

He doesn't care about Toyokawa Sadaharu's mental journey. As long as the other party does what he wants, it will be enough. Sumimi will not disband, Miss Junda can continue to partner with the "Kohatsu" she calls her, and Chihaya will not have to be sad because her favorite idol group has retired.

This was the best ending he could give them.

……

Could it be... that a passing god really heard my prayer?

In the spacious and bright office, Junda Mana sat on the sofa, looking at her agent who was still chattering opposite her, her pure and lovely face still a little dazed.

The change came very suddenly.

This morning she had planned to take the initiative to find her agent and make her attitude clear to the company: she would never give up on Xiaochu's solo career.

To be fair, this is a very risky move. Even though she is a popular girl idol nowadays, the status of idols in Japan is not high, and her status is not big enough to be on par with the agency. If she does this, the biggest possibility is that she will be shelved together with Xiaochu.

But some things cannot be avoided just because they are dangerous. Mana is not religious, but before setting off, she subconsciously prayed to the omnipotent God, hoping that it would bring good luck to herself and Xiaochu.

But... even if there really are gods in this world, they wouldn't bless someone like her who only remembers to burn incense when something bad happens, right?

With this thought in mind, Mana and Chuhua came to the company together.

however--

A miracle really happened.

The agent who had been trying hard to persuade her to cut ties with Chuhua because of Fengchuan's suppression suddenly changed his behavior. Not only did he pat his chest and tell her that Sumimi would soon resume normal activities, he also never mentioned giving up Chuhua again. He just flattered her and said some strange things. To sum it up, "Don't forget each other when you become rich and powerful."

Sumita Mana: "???"

Obviously, every syllable uttered by the agent was the most standard Japanese language, but when they were put together, Mana couldn't understand it.

She subconsciously looked at the third person in the office. It was a blonde girl with long hair, delicate features, and a heroic air.

Sankaku Hatsuka, another member of Sumimi, serves as both guitarist and composer.

Unlike the sweet and soft Mana, Hatsuka is more mature and calm, making her a reliable member of the team.

But now, she looks a little dull.

No one knows better than Chuhua why Sumimi is being suppressed. This is a warning from the Toyokawa family.

In fact, she had already prepared for this. In front of the old man, all her movements were like a drop of ink on a piece of white paper, extremely conspicuous and impossible to hide.

She is already very satisfied that she has been able to stay in Tokyo for such a long time, build her own career, and fulfill her childhood dream of becoming an idol.

Yes, she should be satisfied.

But... why do I still feel unwilling?

She hasn't met Xiaoxiang yet...

Sanjiao Chuhua was born on a remote island, where his family relied on fishing for a living.

She has been a lonely child since childhood and doesn't fit in with her peers on the island.

Until one summer, a girl as warm and cheerful as the little sun arrived on this remote island.

Later, Chu Hua, who met her by chance, learned her name: Toyokawa Shoko.

They became good friends, playing in the water together, catching longicorns together, and lying on the grass together on summer nights to watch the stars.

It was truly a carefree time, so beautiful that even gods would envy it.

Perhaps it was because of that experience that she had been thinking about Xiangzi for so long and could never let him go.

When he was in junior high school, his father died in the sea while fishing. After the funeral, Chu Hua accidentally learned a shocking fact from his mother.

It turns out that she is not her father's biological daughter, but the illegitimate daughter of her mother and a powerful figure.

——And that big man was Xiangzi’s grandfather.

My best friend in childhood has suddenly become my niece.

Sanjiao Chuhua was not surprised. Unable to accept this fact, she left the island and boarded a fishing boat to Tokyo alone.

She wanted to see Xiaoxiang again, even if it was just to say one more word.

But this little wish has not been realized yet.

It wasn't that someone was deliberately trying to stop him, it was simply because Chu Hua couldn't muster up the courage.

She was worried that her sudden appearance would disturb Xiaoxiang's life, causing her displeasure, or even... disgust.

She was like an abandoned golden retriever. No matter how much she wanted to jump into her owner's arms, she could only squat there, wagging her tail and waiting for her owner to call her.

Chuhua waited and waited, but she never received Xiaoxiang's call. Instead, she received suppression from Toyokawa Sadaharu, her biological father.

She understood what the old man meant, and also understood that she could not resist Toyokawa Sadaharu's decision on her own.

The reason she could still insist on staying in Tokyo was not because she was so tenacious, but because the other party did not use any excessive means.

Perhaps, this was the only tenderness he had left for his illegitimate daughter.

But now...what made the old man change his mind and actually take the initiative to withdraw the suppression of Sumimi?

Chuhua couldn't figure it out, but Mana, after the initial confusion, seemed to have thought of something. She picked up her phone and found a contact who was pinned to the top of the list and was of particular concern.

[Mr. Baili…]

The brown-haired girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her slender fingertips unconsciously stroked the screen.

The person who saved Chuhua and me.

Will it be you?

Chapter 217 It’s really worth dying for!

The first period on Monday morning is Shizuka Hiratsuka’s Chinese class.

As soon as the female teacher in a white coat came to the classroom, she announced two important things.

First, the cooking teacher who had taken leave from school due to hospitalization has recovered, so the cooking classroom will be reopened in the coming days. The first class will be held this Friday, and there will be one class every two weeks thereafter.

Most schools in Japan offer cooking classes, which can also be called home economics classes. The main content of the courses is to teach students basic cooking skills, such as cutting vegetables and how to make curry.

Because Japan implements happy education, it is not easy for ordinary people to get into a good university, so a considerable number of students will not choose to continue their studies after graduation, but will directly enter the workplace, or find a good man to marry and seamlessly transition to the identity of a housewife.

The purpose of cooking classes is to prevent the latter group of people from being completely clueless about housework after marriage.

This news did not cause any waves in the class. Cooking class was not unfamiliar to most students and was basically a slacking off class.

In comparison, the second piece of news announced by Mr. Hiratsuka was very important.

There are less than two weeks left until Xiuhua's school festival.

This is a traditional activity held in many schools in Japan. It is usually held only once a year and lasts two to three days each time.

During the school festival, the school will relax restrictions and even outsiders can visit and play on campus at will.

The activities of the school festival are also very simple. They are mainly for each class and club to show themselves. Students can rehearse and perform, or hold projects such as haunted houses, maid cafes, or food stalls. There is a high degree of freedom.

Most students are very enthusiastic about all activities on campus that are not related to learning, and any activity that does not involve classes is a good activity.

Not to mention that it was a grand event like the school festival, and many people had already started discussing it with great interest.

"How about a haunted house? I still have some leftover ketchup from junior high that I bought to disguise bloodstains! You can bring it over tomorrow!"

"Haunted houses are outdated... and who would actually use ketchup to disguise blood? The smell is too obvious!"

"What about the dessert shop? I'm pretty confident in the cookies I bake. They'll definitely sell well!"

"But the competition will be fierce, right? If there are dessert shops everywhere, it will be hard for us to stand out..."

Amidst the clamor of discussion, someone whispered, "How about a maid cafe? That way, maybe we can even see Baili-san..."

She swallowed, "Deacon! Pretend!"

Time seemed to stand still and the air became quiet in an instant.

The girls who were still busy looking at each other a second ago, finally looked at a figure sitting by the window, and the dazzling light like a light bulb gradually lit up in their colorful pupils.

Although the name of a maid cafe has the word "maid" in its name, according to tradition, the boys in the class are actually required to contribute.

If you are good-looking, you can dress up and go out to attract customers. If you are average-looking, you can be responsible for logistics work and make the best use of your resources.

On weekdays, Bai Li always wears Xiuhua's Western-style uniform, and he is so handsome that people dare not look directly at him. Even after so long in school, there are still people who stare at his profile gazing out the window in a daze from time to time.

If only he could put on an elegant and mysterious black tuxedo, bow slightly before her, put on a doting smile, and whisper, "Miss, please have your meal"...

Awesome! It's worth the price of admission!

"Support! We must strongly support!"

"Maid cafes are right, they're not messing around, I'm telling you!"