Another string reel from Bandoli

It was as if all the ghosts on TV would crawl out like Sadako.

Mi Zhulan admitted that the ghost in the horror movie she had never seen was a bit realistic. When the stone angel statues turned their heads from the screen to look at her and moved towards her in unison as if they were blinking and skipping frames, she was a little scared.

But fake is fake after all, she has grown up and can tell the difference.

The exhausted weirdo actually rolled over and grabbed his hand, snatched the remote control, and turned off the TV. He was so panicked that he didn't know what to do.

The greasy hand held her hand, and his lips trembled as if he was trying hard to suppress his fear.

"Please look me in the eye for 15 seconds. This is important!"

His voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be strangled by fear, but he still spoke with a voice that was almost a roar. He looked straight into her eyes, not blinking.

Her fingers trembled, and the remote control was coated in sweat and grease. The sudden shock caught her off guard, as if she had been cast under a spell, and she froze in place for a moment, unable to move.

My heart is beating fast. This... this... is someone falling in love with me at first sight?

Mizukuri thinks that as an adolescent girl, she has read several girls' comics... In the comics... the love plots are so weird?

All the muscles in his body were tense, as if he was afraid of some sudden danger.

You should...you should refuse it with a clear conscience, right?

The weirdo's face was pale, his eyes flickered with anxiety, his body was trembling slightly, and his breathing was rapid.

It was as if several terrifying shadows were peering into her eyes and behind her, ready to tear her apart at any moment.

The rebellious girl of the future was so stunned in this weird atmosphere that she could not move at all.

After staring at her for fifteen seconds, the weirdo breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled apologetically, took the remote control, walked around her, kicked the dust on the ground, and hurried down the rooftop.

Today after school, when Mei Zhulan went to the rooftop again, the TV was gone.

Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

In short, this was her first real meeting with the weirdo Genjumaki Kan.

Afterwards, she was called in by her teacher and criticized in the office for repeatedly bringing up the incident of skipping classes and going to the rooftop.

...How strange, isn't this her first time?

The morning before first class was busier than usual, as everyone had their own socializing goals. A new environment, new classmates, new outsiders. And in just a few days, they had already planned their own little social groups.

Alone and isolated from the world, Mei Zhulan seemed like a wandering alien in this noisy crowd.

"Good morning, Mizuki, you look very tired." Lan, who was lost in thought, was interrupted by the usual kind voice.

Xianjuan Gan looked at her gently, greeted her and sat beside her.

This time when we were promoted from junior high school to high school, we unexpectedly ended up in the same class and sat at the same desk again.

This morning's classes were Chinese and sociology. This man was surprisingly weak in the humanities. Or rather, he was a contrarian, stubbornly stubborn in his opinions on certain things.

Although we had already known about its radio wave properties on the rooftop, some of the conclusions that went against the teacher were still a bit too weird.

He even privately insisted that dinosaurs were highly intelligent creatures with a highly advanced musical civilization, and after mastering aerospace technology, they flew away from the earth and into the universe to teach other life species.

And when the spacecraft left the Earth, he and others witnessed it leaving space. This sounded like a joke.

So even though his grades were still among the best in the grade and he often won awards in competitive competitions and exams, he did not receive any privileges in this regard and was still forced to attend classes.

"Have you received any response from your father regarding what I said before?"

"...He's still considering it. Maybe he'll have a reply the day after tomorrow." Mei Zhulan blushed slightly. At some point, her head seemed to have completely lowered. Such a bold thing...

"Have I caused trouble to your family? If it doesn't work out, don't try to persuade me to stay. Just reject me directly like Lan did in the past."

He tilted his head slightly, his golden hair with black highlights sliding down his cheek and hanging on one side, and his golden pupils as clear as the sea looked directly at Lan.

"No, no...it's just this kind of thing...uh...that..." Lan turned his face away, which made Xian Juangan extremely surprised.

Is it really that much trouble to sign up for a beginner's class to learn flower arrangement for a few days?

The real title of this chapter: Angels descend upon you, but the Weeping Girls Band

Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Daily Life in the Astronomy Department

When you open the seamless oval white radish the size of a coconut, the rich aroma of tomatoes hits you.

It is filled with bright red tomato meat sauce pasta, and each strand of pasta is covered with large chunks of juicy meat. Just looking at it makes people salivate.

"So, Hikawa-senpai, is the taste of the tomato spaghetti bolognese different from the previous version?"

After the morning classes, during lunch break in the Astronomy Department, Xianjuan Gan, holding a notebook, seriously consulted his school lunch break lab assistant, Hikawa Hina, the head of the Astronomy Department in the second year of high school, about her opinion on the new secret item.

"Emm...I'm a little bit upset." The Japanese chef swept the pasta in the white radish bowl at an astonishing speed, with a hint of ambiguity in his words.

Glancing at the data on the left side of the display screen, Xianjuan Gan silently crossed out the side effect of carcinogenesis, and then wrote down a new side effect - death from skin ulcers all over the body after one month. Well, the data of this new variety is much better than the previous version, and there is still room for optimization.

"The sweetness is much higher than last time, and the sourness is not enough, with a pungent and sour taste. However, the pasta is cooked to the perfect temperature, chewy and springy, and you can feel the perfect toughness when you put it in your mouth. 75 points."

It seems that the sugar content of the blood of the newly cloned meat is a bit high.

After finishing his pasta, Japanese food wiped his mouth with a tissue and quickly set his sights on the real "main meal"

"But this radish is irresistible. It has a tight and soft texture, so tender, juicy and delicious!" Ricai couldn't wait to pick up the bowl of raw white radish, take a bite of it, and chew it with a happy expression.

…The instrument value suddenly increased, silently issuing a red warning. After a month, the whole body was ulcerated, and the time was reduced to 7 minutes.

After writing a new record and typing a big number on the radish variety code, Xianjuan Gan silently handed over the iced "carbonated drink" that he had prepared in advance. Hikawa Ricai, who choked, took the drink and drank it all in one gulp.

"Arigato! Junior, burp"

Little did he know that he had just been to the gates of hell again, but Hikawa Rikka burped a burp that smelled like Neutralizer No. 13 after finishing the "carbonated drink" in one breath, and expressed his sincere gratitude to Xianjuan Gan.

"No, no, I also want to thank my senior for being willing to accompany me in doing the experiment." Xian Juangan also sincerely thanked the department head senior who provided him with a new department room and was willing to accompany him in the experiment.

Xianjuan Gan felt a little sad. Ever since the appearance of Troublesome Woman No. 3, he couldn't even go to the rooftop.

And now even Kasumi and Ikumi have learned their lesson and don't participate in such food-related experiments, and they won't even come for the adventure points.

He clearly emphasized again and again that he had tested himself in advance and that he would not joke with their lives.

It's a bit difficult to find a lab assistant.

"Junior, don't you want to eat it? It's so gluttonous." Ricai dipped the remaining white radish pieces in the dripping meat sauce, ate it with relish, and muttered.

"Oh no, no, I have a physical aversion to minced meat... How should I put it? It's just a feeling of nausea, like I've been sucked down by a whole bucket of minced meat... I feel sick all over."

As Xianjuan Liver saw the juice dripping from the radish as Japanese girl chewed it, she subconsciously got goosebumps.

He wasn't lying. In his oldest memory, he vaguely remembered that he had been riding a motorcycle down the street, dumping blood and flesh from a yellow jelly sticky door that suddenly appeared, and then he remembered nothing.

...It is clear that a person's oldest memory should be from infancy, so where did this memory of mine come from?

"Then can't we eat radish? It's so delicious." Hikawa Rinna blinked and licked her fingers.

"Oh, senior sister, you misunderstood. I didn't mean "Spaghetti Bolognese". The white radish is the real one..." Xianjuan Gan was about to explain something serious.

The knock on the door interrupted the heavy topic he was about to talk about.

I exchanged a tacit glance with my senior.

The two of them quickly cleaned up the suspicious items on the table and floating in the sky. They cleared the table with one click, threw them into a large cardboard box, and kicked it under the table. The student union's surprise inspection was this week.

If they catch me using the mini sun as a club room heater and to cook oden again, I won't be able to fool them by saying I'm doing astronomy club activities.

In the next student union election, how about promoting the senior sister to the position of student union president?

Thinking of asking Senior Bingchuan to put on more clothes because it was cold, Xianjuan Gan maintained his usual social expression and opened the locked door of the department office with a smile on his face.

"I'm coming!"

"Yeah, it's Mocha-chan" said a lazy voice.

The smiling mask was instantly removed, revealing his true self as Xian Juangan closed the door expressionlessly and locked it.

"dong dong dong"

"dong dong dong dong"

"Dong dong dong dong dong"

The door was opened again, and Xian Juangan opened it a crack cautiously.

"Mocha, you are not here to settle the score for the prank I played on you with the gourmet soup spoon, right?" Xianjuan Gan asked warily in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Hehe, I'll take revenge for that matter with interest later. Today, we're going to deal with other things~" The sound of a paper bag being opened was heard, and from the crack in the door, the aroma of bread wafted out.

"I brought bread, let me in."

The door opened, and Mocha came out from the side with his hands raised, a cunning gleam in his blue eyes.

"What? It's Little Mocha." Hinai brought out a large cardboard box, and a palm-sized luminous object floated out, hovering in the air of the club room, releasing warmth. The faint aroma of bamboo rolls could be smelled from it.

Ricai picked up another big white radish from the corner of the office, and this time when he broke it open, he found hot salt and pepper French fries inside.

"Would you like some Little Mocha?" Ricai asked in a slurred voice, stuffing a handful of French fries into his mouth.

"No" Mocha, who has always been known as a foodie, righteously refused the high-calorie food French fries.

"So, what happened this time?" Xian Juangan pinched a donut from the paper bag and placed it close to the mini sun. The donut that had been left to cool for the whole morning suddenly defied the laws of physics and became as fluffy, soft and steaming as if it had just come out of the oven.

"How's Lan doing lately?"

"What can she do? Mocha, can't you just ask her? As members of the same band, we see each other every day, isn't it the same as before?" Xianjuan Gan said worriedly while biting a donut.

"Hehe, you still don't understand girls' hearts as usual~ So has anything special happened recently?" Mocha also took out a sandwich toast from the paper bag and skillfully put it on the mini sun, and the toast became crispy and fragrant.

"The special thing... is that I plan to learn flower arrangement for a few days in order to research a secret prop and obtain materials. It doesn't matter where I learn it, so I asked Lan to help introduce me." Holding a donut in his mouth, Xianjuan Gan took out a stack of flyers from the side in a slurred manner.

He had already found flyers for other flower arrangement classes and planned to sign up that afternoon. If he delayed any further, his chance to escape his "customer service" role would be further delayed.

"What kind of prop research can be related to flower arrangement?" Hikawa Hina was puzzled.

"Actually, anything is fine. The main thing is that I want to learn something difficult. I think you feel the same way too. The kind of people who can't understand the troubles of working hard because they can easily master everything."

"Is that so? Then I understand." Hikawa Hina, the all-round genius who defeated her twin sister after just a few minutes of learning, nodded seriously and said with empathy.

"I see." Mocha nodded, not quite understanding.

"I really envy my sister for being able to experience what hard work is. Is flower arrangement so difficult that it can teach the younger generation to be serious?" Hikawa Hina still made the Verdun remarks today.

"It's not about whether it's difficult or not, but it's about this kind of sentimental topic that I completely don't understand. I don't understand why arranging flowers in a certain way can be beautiful. Just watching instructional videos leaves me with a blank mind. I don't really care about flower arrangement, tea ceremony, or calligraphy. I just can't understand what's considered good anyway."

"Ah~ Don't worry, there will be news from Lan." Qingye Moka snatched a stack of flyers from Huo's hand. This conversation completed the last piece of the puzzle, and Moka had seen through everything.

It feels... very interesting.

A somewhat old blue paper card for commercial street points was handed over, on which there were already 10 stamps of Q-version Michelle's portraits.

This was the first of her commemorative collections, and this time she knew what to fill in the blanks.

"? This points card is five years old, and you're still holding on to it, Mocha?" Xianjuan took the piece of paper dejectedly, a little surprised. The old points cards he issued were coded, and this one was numbered 7. It was such an old one.

Red is a card for major events such as participating in experiments, while the old blue is a card for daily points. Accumulating 10 red cards can be exchanged for a permanent secret item, while accumulating 10 old blue cards can be exchanged for one use of the item (for three days) or a small favor.

He asked people to queue, sweep the floor, run errands, and take over the points card. The blue points card was once abandoned and eliminated due to subsequent currency inflation, and a new 30-for-1 (one-day) blue points card was launched.

The new version of the red points card has also changed from self-selection to a random card pool for good civilization lottery.

"Don't reject Lan. This is my request for points." Mocha put the last piece of heated bread back into the bag, waved goodbye, and walked out of the Astronomy Department with the heated bread bag.

The thickness felt a little off, so Xianjuangan rubbed it, revealing the red corner that was almost stuck together under the blue card.

It was the same old red points card with 10 Michelle stamps on it.

"——If Lan has any troubles, give her the appropriate props, or play some fun with her, Mocha Liu."

...I don't understand... By the way, did you take all the bread back with you?

"Junior, what is that?" Hikawa Rikka, who was eating salt and pepper French fries, asked curiously.

"Ah, it's just a store points voucher, nothing important." Xianjuan Gan put the card into the chest pocket of his white coat and replied nonchalantly.

Well, it would be better for everyone if this points system is not spread further.

"Stare..." Hikawa Hina stared at Xianjuan Gan, as if she had noticed something.

From that day on, she began to observe her deskmate: she was so friendly with everyone, yet seemed to maintain a distance from everyone, like a solitary flower. No matter who she chatted with, she would happily chat, but she would always end up politely declining other people's invitations.

He appeared to be taking notes diligently during class, but when Lan took a closer look, he saw nothing but dense, unstructured scribbles and other, bizarre physics formulas.

And Mei Zhulan always felt that his mind was not on studying, as if... his soul was wandering in another world.

In class, Mizukami once asked in a low voice about what happened on the rooftop that day.

Her deskmate jokingly said that he was making a TV-picking stick that day and was curious about what would happen if he used it on an inter-dimensional TV. Maybe it could solve his problem of lacking alien materials.