Another string reel from Bandoli

But both props were unfinished failures. Lacking key materials, the negatives didn't add up to a positive, making the situation even more of a failure. He destroyed them that night.

And asked her with a smile, whether it sounded funny.

Mizukari didn't believe a word of it and just thought it was a joke made up by her radio-related classmate and Mocha.

She had read that well-known cartoon before, and there was a limit to lying. There was no Santa Claus in this world, nor was there a raccoon-shaped childcare robot from the future.

That's just a fairy tale that only weak people would believe.

When he was not in class, Lan Qiao would always see his other side after being exposed on the rooftop after class.

Sometimes he would wear a mask and cook something mysteriously, occasionally chopping some green onions, ginger, garlic, and red and white radishes and stirring them, and also adding pork shanks, seasoning packets, and a whole chicken.

I don't know how he manages it, but as long as you're three meters away, there's no smell at all. But as soon as you get close, the rich aroma is amazing, as if every breath has a different flavor, making you linger. But my nose feels a little itchy after staying there for too long.

When asked, he said he was refining some dark matter - his unique secret recipe.

Lan couldn't resist secretly trying it while he was away. It was rich, incredibly delicious, and left a lasting impression. As a ramen broth, it was truly exceptional.

When Gan returned from the Astronomy Department with a storage box, the food-addicted Land had already eaten three and a half spoonfuls of side dishes with the soup.

In front of the silent but polite Xianjuan Gan, Mizhulan, with a blushing face and hot body, asked what this thing was.

Jade White Jade Soup

Xian Juangan, with narrowed eyes, calmly rummaged through his backpack in the corner of the rooftop and handed over an unopened bottle of "orange juice".

Afterwards, Yuelan couldn't sleep the whole night. She was full of energy but extremely tired, so much so that she once again questioned what she had eaten that day.

Sometimes, he would just take various parts and disassemble and reassemble them, practicing over and over again. His fingers were so nimble, so fast that the naked eye couldn't tell what he was assembling, and he just sorted them out and piled them into the storage box.

Xian Juangan seemed to never stop working, constantly busy with something. And he felt like he knew everything and understood everything.

He even opened up a farmland on the rooftop and planted some white radishes. He was surprised that such a ridiculous decision could be passed by the student union. The white radishes as big as washbasins were even more amazing... Was it a new variety?

Every time he skipped class on the rooftop, Xianjuan-kun was always doing something new, something new. Every time, his smile was so overflowing.

He would put motorcycle helmets on the heterochromatic-eyed rabbits he had kidnapped from somewhere, install mechanical exoskeleton limbs on them, and watch them dance clumsily waving the mechanical arms. It was amazing, their level could win awards in national competitions.

Mei Zhulan was so happy that she picked radish leaves from the radish field and fed them to the docile rabbits. It seemed that their eyes became more lively.

He also practiced some magic tricks, such as conjuring up a table of conch bread from a tablecloth. Although the taste was strange, it felt like eating rabbit meat... He later explained that it was a B-grade gourmet tablecloth. What a joke, gourmet tablecloths are not capable of such transformations.

Until now, Lan has not figured out the principle behind this magic.

Oh, before Xian Juangan performed the magic trick, for some reason his forehead and cheeks were a little red and swollen, and even there was a crack on the back of his white coat.

Before he knew it, Lan's pattern of skipping classes began to coincide with the times when Xianjuan Gan didn't need to attend classes.

After failing to find anyone on the rooftop several times, Mizukuri would go to the Astronomy Department. That was the only place Xianjuan Gan would go after searching all over the school.

When Xian Juan Gan was nervously mixing something with other reagents in the Astronomy Department.

Mi Zhulan, who caught a cold due to being too excited at night, sneezed and pushed the door open roughly.

His hand trembled and he almost poured too much of the adjusted dose.

"Mr. Lan, please remember to knock on the door next time," Xian Juangan said calmly.

The tone was a bit like her childhood friend Qingye Mocha's slow voice, even though the two had never met before.

Nodding, Lan found something new and moved closer.

"What's this time... A-choo!"

Xian Juangan panicked and covered the reagent to stop his sneeze.

“…Sorry,” Mizukuri apologized, realizing she had been a bit rash.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal. It's just a dose of oxytocin extracted from the brain of a vole. But classmate Meizhulan should pay more attention to rest," Xianjuan Gan said slowly and gently.

The voice seems a bit stiff, and the sweet clip sound is more emphasized than before. Is he also catching a cold?

"Well, you should also take care of your body and stop being so stubborn."

Mei Zhulan skillfully took the kettle from the bookshelf and poured a glass of "soda water", connected the mobile phone charging cable to the floating new small light bulb power bank, and then sat down as usual to start working hard to figure out how to add new contacts on the mobile phone SNS.

Mei Zhulan didn't notice that when she turned around to get the water cup, Xianjuan Gan's originally businesslike smile suddenly turned gloomy, and he stared at Mei Zhulan with a gloomy and lifeless face.

The protagonist's technological creation is essentially a high-end imitation of a secret prop, so there may be serious low-end problems or it may just look the same but have completely different principles.

As for why this happened?

Chapter 6 Chapter 6 It’s better to just become a sugar man Takamatsu Deng

"Are you awake, Mizuki-san?"

Mei Zhulan fell asleep in a daze from the first math class in the afternoon.

Different from the stubborn and arrogant side he used to show in front of his classmates

She didn't even bother to take her glasses off. The girl, with black hair dyed red and wearing plain glasses she only wore in class, had a mark on her nose from the glasses. She had a defenseless, adorable sleeping face that matched her age, a carefree, innocent shyness, and a soft snore.

The view from the special seats is the same as always... and it's the same as the troublesome woman No. 1 in elementary school.

A closer look at the pages of her class notebook revealed that, as usual, there were no math-related notes at all. It was filled with poetry and songs.

"Every teacher since high school has been so strict. My seat is second to last by the window, and the sunlight is so bright, so I always feel sleepy."

This is how Mizukuri, a science nerd who plays in a band and will fail the exam if she doesn't study hard, was defended afterwards.

He took off the glasses of the sleeping girl, put them in the glasses case and placed them in front of the desk.

Sighing, Xian Juangan quietly pulled the notebook from under the girl's arm, wiped the saliva stains off it, and refined the lyrics and music for her. He also copied her handwriting on the pages she hadn't even written, including the key points she'd missed from several classes and needed to mark for the next exam.

Anyway, based on her experience in junior high school so far, she couldn't remember when she fell asleep.

He estimated the time Mizukari usually fell asleep and woke up. When the time was almost up, he quietly put the notebook back and took away the temperature-regulating blanket that was so light that it was imperceptible, designed using the secret prop "temperature-regulating clothing" technology. The blanket shrank into a handkerchief the moment it was drawn. He pinched it with two fingers to retrieve the knitted hat that Mizukari had put on her when she fell asleep, and then he called out casually at the beginning.

Under the care of her deskmate's familiar voice, the half-asleep Mei Zhulan slowly raised her head.

I dreamt a little about things that happened in the past.

"Wipe it off, Mizuki-san." After Xianjuan handed over a towel as if nothing had happened, Lan realized that a pool of crystal clear saliva had already formed on her desk and was still dripping onto the ground.

A blush once again appeared on the cheeks of the rebellious girl and quickly spread to her ears.

After whispering a thank you, Lan took the tissue and began to wipe the saliva off the desk.

The teacher didn’t notice such a big oversight after the whole class... I was so lucky.

With a calm expression of disdain, he quietly pinched the stone hat, which was still warm after two classes and had the scent of jasmine shampoo, between his two fingers and threw it back into the drawer.

Yes, I was so lucky. This time I noticed that Troublesome Woman No. 3 was not in good condition, and I happened to suddenly want to review the library in my mind, so I stayed in the classroom to attend the class. Otherwise, Troublesome Woman No. 3 would have been scolded by the teacher again.

It was the break before the third period, but it seemed that no other students cared about what was happening in the corner of the classroom. In the noisy classroom, small groups gathered together, each with their own instrument bag, chattering about their respective bands.

They are basically all guitar bags, with the occasional bass bag and keyboard bag interspersed. The one who is trying hard to show his presence and performing tricks with two wooden sticks must be the drummer.

1, 2, 3... There were seven starting % magic tricks, which meant there were seven bands in their class alone. There shouldn't be such a thing as a jazz drum mercenary who played multiple bands.

Were there so many bands in Haneda before?

There are also some scattered girls facing each other at the desks, those "oddballs" who still insist on playing cards.

Xianjuan Gan's current student, Yuqiu, had the impression that there weren't that many people playing in bands in junior high school. But this year, after entering Sanya High School, he saw an explosive influx of girls who were directly admitted from junior high school.

...Are there too many people playing in bands at our school?

In my memory, there were still a few male students in the junior high school, or at least "male students" who were wearing boys' uniforms and could not be identified.

But as they entered high school, almost all of them transferred to other co-educational schools such as Miyaji Academy, Harumi High School, Tomihara High School, and Goe. It is said that they were aiming for the VF Koshien Card Duel Club.

There was a friend living near his home who used to know the magic star Vallina, who was one year younger than him. After he entered high school this year, he stayed at home all day studying hard to prepare for the high school entrance examination.

I used to fight him often in the abandoned amusement park at Tsukinomori Station, which was quite a shame since it was rare to have a friend of the same sex.

Since no one plays with me, the two sets of card boxes in my schoolbag have almost gathered dust.

Xian Juan Gan also tried to have a card duel with the "oddballs" in the class, but for some reason, as soon as he got close, the group that was originally playing cards would panic and put away the cards. Even the girls in the band would tremble involuntarily and intermittently, and hide in fear.

There are differences between men and women, right?

When we were in junior high school, everyone had fun playing card games without any distinction between boys and girls, but when we entered high school, we started to have gender awakening.

There aren't many boys like him who study in the preparatory courses at Hanaoka... No, that's not right! Even in those boys' schools, the ratio of male to female students is too small. Is the future of this world really that good?

"Mr. Xianjuan, you used to live here, but now you've moved away. Don't you feel lonely moving to such a faraway place by yourself?" Perhaps because he was bored during class, or perhaps because he wanted to fit in with the environment, Lan asked curiously and started to get information again.

"No," Xian Juangan thought about it again and again, recalling his daily life when he was locked up at home.

"We didn't live far away before, near Zoshigaya near Kishimojinmae Station. Now it's only a fifteen-minute walk to Hanegaoka. I was often alone at home, except for a little girl from the neighborhood who was two years younger than me and loved picking up rocks. She would often come play with me and give me some."

"Little girl?" Mei Zhulan asked stiffly after hearing something interesting.

"Is Xianjuan-san on good terms with her?"

"Mm, that was a real help. The stones you brought... are delicious."

“???” Mizukari’s brain froze.

As mentioned earlier, Xianjuan Gan's childhood was like that of his mother, a scumbag who gambled all year round and naturally would not remember her three meals a day. She often only had a chicken breast rice bowl from a convenience store.

The self-reliant Xian Juan Gan relied on the only recorded knowledge in his mind and synthesized a solvent using scraps from home and materials he tricked the neighbor's children into buying from a convenience store.

The original process involved titanium nitrate, tartaric acid chloride, and other chemical formulas that were difficult for children to purchase, so he simplified and improved it.

The main ingredients only require three brands of detergent, a can of watermelon worms, and half a cup of neon-specific morning raindrops that exceed the periodic table. After a few steps, a large bucket of solvent can be synthesized. Through the chemical reaction between this solvent and the stone, a very delicious lava cake can be made.

By adding appropriate adjustments to the recipe, it can be made into a matcha latte flavor. If you add animal liver while stirring, you can make an amazing vegetable minestrone soup with Michelin three-star standards.

Good enough to be sold as a signature dish in a fine dining restaurant.

"That kid had a little problem with her brain. She thought the stone was her friend. I had to work hard to persuade her. I even shared with her the lava cake made with the stone. It was really delicious." Xianjuangan explained in a joking tone. Thinking about the high-quality lava cake at that time, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Only high-quality stones can produce high-quality cakes so perfectly. I don’t know where she collected so many of them.

"Then... will there really be no problem, like diarrhea?" Mi Zhulan was a little shocked by the amount of information and asked tremblingly.

"No, a cake is a cake. After the solution reacts, it's no different from a normal lava cake. Just don't cut corners. The kid also said it, my friend, it's delicious."

Even more shocking words came out of Xianjuan's mouth.

"Afterwards, to thank her, I gave her the notebook with the recipe. Once you eat a friend, you become a lifelong friend. A stubborn stone is still a stone after all. It's better to turn it into delicious food." Xianjuan Gan said the above conversations sweetly and naively.

She wouldn't believe it anyway.

Mizukami thought about the child's future and swallowed what she was about to say.

Genjumaki-san’s words are always so electric... He must be joking... He must be joking... right?

Chapter 7 Chapter 7 The Legend of the Fried Noodle Man

It seems that Kasumi Toyama has signed up for several club departments and will be coming home late recently. This time, Xianjuan Gan did not wait in front of the Arakawa tram. As usual, he walked around several places along the way where abandoned home appliances were usually left without permission. Unfortunately, there were only Toyokawa appliances from recent years.

Some older Toyokawa appliances had some unique design parts that would be perfect for using in secret gadgets, but the quality of the newer models has regressed over the past five years. They're not worth picking up.

Before going home, Xian Juangan went to Liuxing Hall first.

After greeting the grandmother who was sweeping the floor at the door, Xian Juangan stepped into the pawnshop courtyard.

Next to the numerous potted plants, the representative of the new students, Hanasakigawa, who had left school early on the second day of school, Ichigaya Arisaki, had been waiting there for a long time in casual clothes.

I think Hanasakigawa has a bright future.

"So, what rare stuff is there this time?" Xianjuan Gan ignored Ichigaya Yusaki, walked around and skillfully pushed open the warehouse, wanting to see what the rare stuff was this time.

He and the owner of Liuxingtang were old acquaintances. When he was a child, he would pawn some of his repaired scrapped junk here. He made his first fortune here after running away from home, and his old mimic watches were made from recycled high-end toy watches here.

"Hey, don't ignore me and go in without permission," Ichigaya Yusaki said anxiously. Although she was actually used to Genmaki Kan's reckless behavior, this guy was always so rude and childish in front of acquaintances, and he was completely different from how he behaved in front of outsiders.

"The things are not here, they are over here." Yusaki Ichigaya grabbed the string and pulled it to the small warehouse at the other end of Ryuseido where the items to be processed were stored.

After struggling to open the door of the small warehouse, Xianjuan Gan saw at a glance that Ichigaya Yusaki was talking about a rare item.

The wide seat cushions and armrests give you a comfortable and enveloping feeling. The tight lines and fine craftsmanship create a unique sense of luxury.

The carefully selected top-grade leather is exceptionally soft, and the backrest offers just the right amount of support, providing a unique sense of warmth.

That was the original rear seat of the Maybach S650p that was roughly disassembled

Now it's Xianjuan's turn to have his liver and brain crash.

"You wanted a luxury car seat last time, this one meets the requirements, right?" Ichigaya Yusaki said proudly with her hands on her hips.

"Liuxingtang... Has its performance finally gotten so bad that it has to sell stolen goods for kidnappers... Is it the original Maybach parts that were dismantled after the recent murder of the daughter of the Kurama family?" Xianjuan Gan's face showed sadness.

Ryusei-do Ichitani Arisaki's grandmother took good care of him. When Genjumaki was a child, many of the video game products he repaired were so broken that they did not meet the conditions for being sold. It was she who made an exception and bought those junk and sold them.