The dreamy horse racing girl and the real me

"Teresen's trainer soul! I command you with the will of the reed-haired horse girl to lift the seal!"

Ah, let’s not say whether Tamamo would shout this or hear this message.

However, this slogan is a guy who can come up with it.

It must be you, Wu Feng. It must be you who left the message behind and prepared to bully Tamamo Cross one day.

Especially after she collected a courier from Wu Feng on her behalf, Miss Junchuan became even more convinced.

Cardcaptor Sakura COS costume, kindergarten version.

I thought Okino was already invincible in front of Rudolph.

I didn’t expect you to be even more awesome!

You guys really know how to play this game.

Tojo Hana has a deep routine and hints at Okino from time to time in various places.

The way to rush into the wild is wild, and he can always make mind-blowing operations.All kinds of teasing Tojo Hana.

it's good now.

Wu Feng, your routine is so deep and far-reaching, is it so grand?

Well, I am still too naive. Bullying the chairman is the limit of my joy in suffering.

Wu Feng, Wu Feng, you are so despicable, condemn, strongly condemn.

How could you bully your own horse girl like this!

unacceptable.

Miss Junchuan looked at the express delivery carefully.

I have to say, this dress is indeed beautiful and suitable for cute little children.

Taking a deep breath and looking at Tamamo Cross who was still training in the distance, Junchuan silently hid the courier and prepared to secretly hand it over to Wu Feng.

Yep.

In order to protect the privacy of express delivery and Wu Feng, I did this.

Then I looked at the express delivery store.

Well, what is the size of the chairman?

When Ms. Junchuan inspected the teacher's office, her hands were already empty.

"Miss Junchuan, you are still in charge of this school anniversary, right? The senior trainer is still Sister Hua, right?"

It is an annual tradition on the school anniversary to put out photos of senior trainers and leaders.

This also encourages both of you to work harder.

When it comes to capital, it depends on the old man.

"I don't know, I guess so. But if you want, I can talk to the chairman."

"No, it's so troublesome. Besides, you have to put your photo on the bulletin board. It will be very embarrassing when everyone sees it."

When the colleagues heard that Junchuan wanted to push this troublesome work out, the birds and beasts inside ran away.

"Well, I also hope that someone can come to work. Why, in order to ensure the quality of the school anniversary, do we have to show the photo of the person in charge to everyone and all the guests who come to attend."

Ms. Junchuan touched her face. She was a girl without makeup. Normally, everyone took photos in good-looking places.

But the old man, the chairman and the others want official photos.

Let the photo studio take ID photos to take photos of yourself.

This is inevitable.

Specially holding the nose and patting from bottom to top will make everyone feel uncomfortable.

Everyone says that the photos they take look good, but no matter how you look at them, they look ugly.

"Well, let's talk to them this time. When the time comes, let someone else take the responsibility. This way, it won't be my photo hanging up."

Ms. Junchuan clasped her hands together and prayed to God to answer her prayer.

"Three goddesses above, if the person in charge still chooses me this time, let's change to someone else."

"If it's Wu Feng, then let's find another person."

Junkawa Tetsuna thought for a moment and then added.

At that time, I heard that Wu Feng had learned pointillism and was particularly good at human body painting.

I believed it to be true and went to ask the other party to draw a welcome poster for myself.

Wu Feng backhand drew himself a Cthulhu-style person.

This is not a big deal.

The human body painted by Wu Feng even has all the bones and internal organs labeled.

It was exactly the same as the diagram of human organs that I saw when I went to the hospital.

It turns out this is a human body painting.

Junchuan Tezuna almost failed to carry it.

From then on, Wu Feng could not be exposed to any design. This concept was deeply rooted in Junchuan Tezuna's brain.

"No, I don't agree. I would rather I continue to be the person in charge. I can't let Wu Feng destroy this family."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Miss Junchuan, what are you talking about!"

Wu Feng still wanted to refuse, but Miss Junchuan, who always treated others peacefully, took the lead to stand up and refute the old man's proposal.

Although Wu Feng really doesn't want to do it.

But what’s going on with your idea that you’re extremely dissatisfied with your design?

Not to mention that I have learned a little abstract painting in my life.

In my previous life, I was called a realist painter by my colleagues, the Mona Lisa among doctors, and I could paint whatever I wanted.

Even enrolled in medical school.

There are still people who question my own paintings and designs.

"Miss Junchuan, I have no grudges against you in the past, and we have no grudges today. Why do you say so to me?"

"Indeed, I have seen Wu Feng's paintings. Although they are a bit abstract, they are indeed realistic."

Okino nodded. The beauty picture Wu Feng drew for him looked creepy for some reason.

However, on the thigh stockings, the scenery below the group is really realistic, and you can vaguely see the twisted blood vessels, which is really amazing.

The old man looked at Junchuan even more doubtfully.

Only Tojo Hana understood that he had never seen Sunikawa Tetsuna so excited.

It shows that Wu Feng’s design is either problematic or “problematic”.

"Wu Feng, do you still remember the Dragon Boat Festival?"

"Can you please tell me the proportion of rice dumplings to buy?"

"kindness."

Miss Junchuan took a deep breath, not wanting to recall that outrageous thought.

The memory that has obviously been thrown into the deepest part of the brain and is about to be wiped out is now being recalled.

"Isn't the Dragon Boat Festival coming in June? I heard that the Chinese custom is to eat rice dumplings."

"Then they differentiated sweet rice dumplings and salty rice dumplings. I thought about it and Wu Feng seemed to know a lot about this aspect."

"So, I asked Wu Feng whether he should buy more salty rice dumplings or sweet rice dumplings."

Although this is just a small thing.

However, in order to reflect its humanistic care, Teresin College will still respond to major festivals in various countries.

In school, Wu Feng, who hums Chinese songs and babbling all day long, is the best person I can think of to ask.

And this is the beginning of the nightmare.

"I remember, when I found Wu Feng, he was humming something, he was hungry."

Junkawa Tetsuna thought carefully.

"Oh, yes, the opposite direction."

After hearing Miss Junchuan's poor Chinese and explosive content, Wu Feng quickly patted himself on the back without swallowing a bite of sushi.

I almost didn't get over it, reincarnated again, and said sorry to Brother Jie.

"People call the clock coming in the opposite direction! Bah."

"The clock in the opposite direction! It's not out!"

Taking the old man's tea, Wu Feng gasped and quickly corrected Junchuan Tezuna.

This is unfortunate.

He is his elder brother who has been with him throughout his childhood.

She is good at singing, dancing and rapping!

Moreover, playing basketball is top notch!

At the top level, you can go back in time.

Even going back two and a half years.

"Oh, the clock is in the opposite direction, okay." Miss Junchuan looked confused and innocent, looking at Wu Feng who was inexplicably anxious, and repeated Wu Feng's correction.

Then, continue to recall that sinful time.

"Then, I told Wu Feng that in China, which rice dumplings are more delicious, sweet rice dumplings or salty rice dumplings? He stared at me as if I wanted to harm him."

"Well, indeed, it's like you're asking me whether Keke or Pepsi tastes better."

"You have the nerve to mention it!" Miss Junchuan showed a rather sad and angry expression.

"Do you know what he told me?"

The crowd shook their heads.

"He told me that it would be more meaningful for students to learn how to make zongzi on their own."

"No, no problem."

Okino spoke out what everyone was feeling.

"Then do you know what kind of rice dumplings he is talking about and how to make them?"

Everyone still shook their heads.

Junchuan Tezuna looked at Wu Feng and motioned for the other person to speak on his own.

"Add sauerkraut to sugar-free sweet rice dumplings, then soak them in cola and cook them, then pour in Pepsi over high heat to reduce the juice, and then take them out of the pot, for, for."

Miss Junchuan Tetsuna's face was as black as a piece of iron.

"Continue, don't stop, finish, hurry up."

"In order to neutralize the sweetness, we dipped it in Laoganma chili pepper and mustard, then added salty tofu curd and sugar to act as a hydrolyzate."

"Perfect!"

"What a perfect ghost! I'm just telling you why the rice dumplings and tofu dumplings you gave me that day tasted so weird!" Tojo Hana slapped Okino on the forehead.

Then he turned to look at Wu Feng.

"You, you, you, Satan actually believes in you, right? Wu Feng!"

"You don't know, that smell is so, so much."

At first glance, Tojo Hana enjoyed the rice dumplings made this way.

It seems that it has been so well received that I can't even express my excitement.

"Listen, listen! Is this something people can eat?"