Another string reel from Bandoli

She covered Toyokawa Shoko's mouth with her hand to prevent her from saying anything inappropriate.

"Shh! Xiaoxiang, be quiet!" Ruoye Mu said close to his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Gurgle gurgle..." Shoko Toyokawa resisted fiercely.

"Really? Then let's end it. Nagasaki-san, I have something to talk to you about. Come with me." With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Yashiro Rui looked at the two people who were acting like funny people in an emotionless and matter-of-fact tone, then turned her head and spoke directly to Nagasaki Motoyo.

"Also, Toyokawa-san, your family is waiting for you at the school gate. Please go over there." A trace of pity flashed in Yashiro Rui's eyes.

Tsuki no Mori school rules do not allow students to have mobile phones on campus. Without a mobile phone, the only way to communicate is through the most primitive door-to-door calling and broadcasting.

Yashio Ruyu turned around skillfully and motioned Nagasaki Suyo to follow.

“…Yes! Senior sister!” Nagasaki Motoyo was the first to react. She followed behind Yashiro Ruyu, holding the double bass in one hand, and hurriedly followed one after the other.

Only the two bewildered bullies were left, still unaware of the devastating news.

After the two walked a short distance and entered the garden area, and after making sure that no one could see them, Yashio Rui spoke.

"It must be difficult these days, Nagasaki-san." Yashiro Rui said in her usual cold voice.

"No, thank you for your concern. I'm fine, it's just that those two people have caused a little trouble for everyone." Nagasaki Suyo blushed a little.

"I've heard about their family's affairs. Everyone in the student council will help you stay away from them as much as possible. But... recently, they may not be in the mood to bother you." Yashiro Rui's tone was cold with a slight amplitude.

"Hey... Yashio-senpai...what does this mean?"

"...Anyway, let's put this topic aside for now. Nagasaki-san, you should know why I came to see you."

Yashio Ruyu's words became serious.

"Yes! Yashio-senpai! I'm ready! Together with Futaba-senpai and Kiritani-senpai, I'll do anything for everyone!"

"...Don't just say you can do anything, prove it with your actions, right?" Yashiro Rui whispered and scolded Nagasaki Suyo for her weak behavior.

"Yes! The CRYCHIC representative tournament, the card duel campus competition, which happens every three years!"

"Our Morfonica team will definitely be able to represent Tsuki no Mori this year and defeat Hanasakigawa and Hanaoka, who have been suppressing us since the school was founded, and take off the hat of the third place for perpetual years!" Nagasaki Suyo's eyes were red, shining with a crystal clear light.

White butterflies fluttered back and forth over the flower beds.

Nagasaki Suyo, a first-year transfer student, found herself surrounded by even more talented classmates than she had imagined. All her classmates talked about what awards they had won in competitions.

How much brilliance was won on which stage, whose intelligence was deciphered in the spy war...

The range of topics among rich people is also incompatible with Nagasaki Suyo.

The one who helped me out of my confusion was Senior Yao Ruyu, who was from a different grade.

Because I had a lot of free time and no other special hobbies, I invested all the pocket money my mother gave me into online battles to improve my rank.

At this point, I have been steadily maintaining the Diamond rank throughout the season and have become a senior leader who can stand on his own.

I also made friends while playing cards, became closer to my classmates, and had topics to discuss with them on an equal footing.

I also met friends of different ages...Yaruru Yui-senpai who treats me like a father and is very strict with me.

"The chairman has high expectations of us. We must not let her down."

Chairman Yue Zhisen is a capable and outstanding woman of social renown. In her youth, she won numerous prestigious Pioneer competitions. Her twenty-year professional career has made her a renowned figure among Pioneers, having achieved top 16, top 8, and even semifinal finishes in numerous competitions. She even narrowly defeated opponents in the finals of a wildcard regional competition, securing a second-place finish.

It has been ranked among the top four in Tokyo's Shinjuku area for ten consecutive years.

"Here's the opponent's information. Although the rosters for Hanasakigawa and Hanaoka haven't been announced yet, Hanaoka has a potential candidate for the championship, Shiina Maki, who withdrew last year without reason."

Yashio Rui handed the paper bag she had been carrying to Nagasaki Suyo.

"Yesterday, several of Hanasakigawa's ace players, including Nana Kuznetsuke, announced that they would be withdrawing from the card battle scene in the near future to focus on band activities and further studies. However, they each have a new student who has been causing a lot of trouble at school recently. The school believes that these two will definitely participate."

Nagasaki Suyo put the double bass aside. He solemnly took it and opened it.

"...Yashio-senpai...are they brother and sister?"

Nagasaki Suyo looked up in confusion and asked hesitantly.

“…just a coincidence.”

As a guest star, the perfunctory Xian Juan Gan chose to outsource the entire terminal artificial intelligence to be fully responsible for photo editing.

Ah, although no one asked, but the "string liver" part of the performance is led by the completely unsuspecting Tomoe, under the guise of his sister Ako playing house.

I doubt there will be fights between siblings in the future (if no one wants to watch playing cards, I can also consider changing the draft to offline real-person physical PVP)

The world famous painting Mashiro fights for the high school entrance examination.

A timeline discrepancy that someone may have already noticed is that due to a well-known variable mentioned twice before, Nagasaki Suyo's parents divorced and moved away when she was in the first grade instead of the fifth grade, which led to a significant change in Tsuki No Mori's interpersonal friendship group and life experiences.

To be honest, does anyone really think that given the current situation of the five people in this book, will there be anyone left alive after Group C is formed?

Chapter 20 Chapter 20 A Date with Mei Zhulan

Taking advantage of the fact that he did not need to attend certain classes, when there were vacancies in some morning or afternoon classes, Xian Juan Gan had the right to leave school after negotiating with the school and agreeing to pay the price of participating in competitive competitions.

On weekdays, Xianjuan Gan would stay in the Astronomy Department, using the special environment here in Yuqiu to debug equipment and study parameters. And - research that

But now, in order to complete the dosage extraction of wafer materials as soon as possible, after discussing with Mr. Meizhu, he can also come to his flower arrangement course at times when it is inconvenient for some students to attend.

But soon, Xian Juangan began to feel something was wrong...

He felt like he had fallen into a trap.

Warm lights, quiet air, and a small tea stove.

Quiet and solemn.

Old, simple tea bowls were distributed.

Pure and simple ingredients create a refreshing and warm matcha, which creates a layered taste on the tongue.

A well-proportioned, polite young man with highlighted hair was brewing tea, looking out of place among a group of adults, but he was still able to speak clearly and fluently, discussing his recent experiences with the adults.

The tea-making skills are so exquisite that no one can find any fault with them. Even the water temperature is just right to meet everyone's needs.

The stern Mr. Mitake also showed a satisfied expression.

Different paths lead to the same destination. Xian Juangan had originally considered learning the tea ceremony, but he never imagined that learning flower arrangement would lead him back to drinking tea...

Today's flower arrangement class was just drinking tea, which disappointed Xianjuan.

It's not that drinking tea is bad, after all, he has no idea what the tea ceremony is, although some of his "mentors" are actually quite proficient in flower arrangement and tea ceremony.

One mentor, a former teacher, has the most complete memories of his life. He once had a happy family, a harmonious relationship with his wife and daughter. He lived with his nameless wife until old age.

But for some reason, my memories after that were just vague, garbled memories like those of my other mentors. They were all fragments, like blackouts.

Perhaps those memories have not yet emerged, or perhaps... they don't want to recall them.

It was as if their lives had, at some point, fallen into a nightmare of endless carnival.

Xianjuangan couldn't quite understand it. They were all among the deadliest figures in their respective universes. It was clearly such a joyous adventure, so why were they acting so hysterically... miserable?

Apart from the parts that were similar to those of other mentors, the subsequent memory fragments of this mentor were all about him trying to reverse a great invention, a nightmare weapon that was described as having ruined his life.

Because of the tempering brought about by his arrogant behavior, he is almost one of the top three among all the mentors that Xianjuan Gan has. Even when facing the "him" that the mentors are most afraid of becoming a taboo topic, he fled in fear after fighting with him for thirty rounds.

It is also possible that the reason he is alive is that he feels a rare excitement and wants to enjoy the fun of playing cat and mouse more.

Well, I'm getting off topic. No one wants to hear about this outside of the current central finite curve universe.

In short, due to the memory of this teacher, Xianjuan Gan was actually not bad in flower arrangement knowledge. This teacher had an unnamed wife.

Although her memory loss was more severe than that of the other mentors' wives, a large piece of rock was dug out, exposing a large area of ​​blank fault... as if it had been destroyed by someone with more malicious means.

But it seems that we can see that the mentor's wife's hobby is growing flowers and grass in the garden.

The only fragments of memory left of the "mentor" in his spare time after his adventures are arranging and cutting flowers, and kneeling blankly on the lawn of the carefully cared-for garden, like a walking corpse without a soul.

It's just that the style of flower arrangement is not very localized, and when he looked through his memory, he only remembered the lecture.

A group of people gathered together, drank tea and talked about their experiences in flower arrangement.

The optimized extractor does not react to this, and this is clearly not a progress bar reading for overcoming difficulties.

Instead, it reacted to his earlier reflection on the strange adventures of his "mentor" and secreted a tiny amount of...

There were only a few unfamiliar faces and a few apprentices from yesterday.

...Is this really the beginner's flower arrangement quick course I signed up for?

After being questioned and answering anxiously about the knowledge memorized by the "mentor" that he had taken time to read before going to bed in the early morning, Xian Juan Gan began to have doubts.

He didn't know much about the training class. After all, he was just a semi-illiterate person.

But he was very sure that a normal cram school would never ask such questions that were obviously beyond the level of knowledge an apprentice should master.

Am I on a pirate ship?... While maintaining a business smile, the string in my throat began to have reasonable doubts that this was Mocha's revenge.

...What is the teacher's assessment... During the conversation, Xianjuan Gan was suddenly told that he had registered for the flower arrangement level test and would be taking it next week as an exception.

Something strange appeared!

It's clear that as a teacher who comes from a humble background, his understanding of Japanese flower arrangement is also quite limited. Although he wouldn't bother to understand it...

He understood that the flowers of the Shropshire Star might bloom faster than those of Japanese flower arrangement...

Great, I'm pretty sure I was fooled by Mocha!

After half a day of useless work, Xianjuan Gan, who had gained nothing, said goodbye at the end of the class, turned his back and left the flower arrangement classroom with a gloomy expression like a kitten's face.

The extractor hadn't even started stably. Xian Juangan rubbed the back of his head in frustration. This little thing really hurt. But the lack of any profit was even more heartbreaking.

Today this is considered a white outfit...

As an extractor that is essentially a torture device, the more the host thinks and secretes chemicals, the deeper the extractor will drill into it.

This way, arrested "mentors" can be prevented from accidentally causing trouble in prison.

...especially the special individuals among them

If carried for too long, it will become embedded in the brain. It's said that a mysterious phenomenon will occur, causing a deep bond between the body and the soul. At that point, even a change of body will make it impossible to remove it again.

Not even a god could remove the Extractor after that.

——Although the "mentor" and his companions actually cracked the method of unbinding the bound soul... it was a combination of a genius and a fool invented by one of the special individuals.

The road passes through remote alleys that are rarely visited on weekdays.

Anyway, take it off first.

Two compact X10 sonic screwdrivers were taken out from the white coat.

The extractor that was buzzing at the back of the head was only in its initial stage and not strong enough, so it didn't need the help of other people.

The sonic screwdriver is a common plumber's device used in interstellar civilizations. Its low price, durability, and versatility have made it a popular tool across multiple dimensions.

You can scan alien facilities, easily control all technological creations on Earth, open doors and pick locks, tamper with and hack into networks, create electromagnetic pulses, repair electronic equipment, explore ghosts...

It can be said to be a magical tool that is as convenient as a Swiss Army knife.

Although none of the mentors use it, and a mentor in one dimension seems to have a strong opinion about a weirdo who loves to use a sonic screwdriver.

She frequently competed with him, teamed up with another villain who was at least identifiable as a man most of the time to wager wars, and disrupted each other's adventures. The three of them were sometimes enemies, sometimes friends.

Xian Juan Gan didn't know much about this unknown creature. The memory fragments about this person in this dimension contained large gaps, irregularities, confusions, and contradictory records. There were even cases where the image was completely different, as if it had been deliberately deleted by the influence of the super-time particle flow.

Judging from his perspective on the mentor's friendship habits, this mentor and others...should...probably...be considered...friends, right?

Anyway, although the instructors have abandoned the use of this boring and uninteresting cosmic Swiss Army knife tool.

But for a string-roller who doesn't want to upgrade or modify his body, a small and portable sonic screwdriver is a good thing to make up for his hands-on ability and to debug secret props at any time.

Although there is an upgraded version of it, the light speed screwdriver, it is not very versatile for the current string-winding liver. It is expensive, has a more sophisticated configuration and is difficult to modify the internal program. The added functions are just useless to him.

In his daily life, Xian Juangan doesn't need to use a light-speed screwdriver to turn someone into an old man in an instant, causing him to die in pain due to the exhaustion of his lifespan.

The relatively low-end, simple, and universal template of the sonic screwdriver made it easier for him to make corrections, debugging, and improvements, and to install and evolve new functions, adding modifications according to his own preferences.

He put away the sonic screwdriver eight seconds beforehand, grabbed the extractor that had fallen off and was about to start through his woolen hat, and crushed it.

Then, he took the medicine from the right side of his white coat and felt the wonderful itchy sensation of his skull slightly shattered and his hair rapidly growing back.

Xianjuan Gan calmly took off his knitted hat, took out the crystal clear storage tank, and poured the remaining mechanical debris into the recycling bin on the side of the street.

"Xianjuan-san..." He grabbed the sonic screwdriver with his left hand.

He turned around suddenly with a terrifying look, and when he realized it was Mizukuri's voice, he changed his usual expression halfway around.

"Is there anything wrong, Mizuki-san?" Xianjuan Gan asked with a smile in a clip tone.