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Isn't it the same face? I've seen him in a swimsuit and as a cowboy, why does he have to look like a girl in love?

After roaring like a monster in his heart, the secretary sat next to Kaguya and said sullenly: I just wanted to see your face! Why are you so stingy!

But the last bit of her reason and her upbringing told her that her complaints were not good, so Fujiwara Chika could only stay in her arms and hum a few times.

So what happened to you guys? Kaguya had to admit that she still couldn't see through this friend she had known the longest in Shuchiin.

At the other end of the table, Xing Yuanhui no longer thought about launching a surprise attack when he noticed Kaguya and the other person taking their seats. He had other things to do now.

Ishigami frowned and said with a very distorted expression: "Are you sure you haven't become a god? Did you forget?"

The atmosphere is quite strange, but if we take it to GAL, we may find corresponding phenomena.

Therefore, the professional love expert made a violent statement with a gloomy look: "It can be seen from the fact that Fujiwara-senpai has taken a step further with you. Although she smiled and told you to go home and fool around with other men, she still couldn't bear to leave you in her heart. After seeing you again, her soul was flying towards you."

Md, this is no longer just an ordinary couple, we must strike hard!

"You can talk nonsense like that. I don't even dare to think about how you're going to eat it later! There are no mushrooms on the table." Xing Yuanhui protested fiercely, "If that were the case, I would have confessed to her a long time ago, and then you would have seen two different hands clasped together on her Twitter! Besides, it won't hurt me to date her. If it's true, how can I say it's false? If you don't believe me, go ask her!"

"This..." Ishigami looked back. He was not afraid of the embarrassment of asking such a thing. He was just afraid that he would be killed by Senior Sister Shigong and poured cement into the sea overnight. "I don't dare. Let's just treat it as what happened first."

"Tsk." Xing Yuanhui curled his lips, "Then we can rule out one possibility."

But when he thought that Nanami had already talked to them, he suddenly felt a little scared - Nanami had recently wanted to find someone to comment on their performance level, and if they had discussed this, Nanami would take them to the music room.

If the player is really in Fujiwara Chika's hands, then considering what I did back then... am I her white moonlight?

Think about it carefully. In a completely dark theater lounge, where you can't see your hand in front of you, he gave her advice when she was most troubled, helped her sort out her thoughts, and then left her a special gift, saying that this thing could help her meet again in the future, so he cut off her contact information...

Damn! This filter is a bit too much! No wonder the system kept repeating the same thing to me for three days after I told it that the album I sent out was not going to be released!

This makes a lot more sense. Then judging from her reaction, did she find out? But why didn't she say anything? Was it because Kaguya and the president were here? Or did she want to go back and get the player to listen to it again, and talk to me face to face?

But can you really find it? The style of each of my instrumental albums is different, and my technique has been changing. In the end, even the vocals were not played by me. Can you find it?

It would be better to ask how she knew that the stars were me or that I was one of the stars? I took all the hard drives with me. If I went to the music room, I would at most suspect that there was a musician hiding in the big room who had used those devices. What information could I find?

Thinking of this, Xing Yuanhui became more confident - he did not want to acknowledge the identity of Qunxing. It was the result of the labor of countless musicians in another world, and it was the result of their meticulous modification that created the song.

In order to exchange them for the wealth and freedom of this world, he needs to donate a portion of the copyright income to the third world, turn the numbers on the bank card into real food and supplies to contribute part of his own strength to the poor people, so as to offset the uneasiness in his heart.

Now he was using the stolen works to earn himself something other than money? Even including love? This... at least Xing Yuanhui couldn't do it.

The reason why he didn't release the advance version of the song given to Fujiwara Chika was also due to this consideration. He was not afraid of someone coming to him, but he was afraid that the matter would be exposed.

After all, he had only spent a short time with the little girl at that time, and Xing Yuanhui did not dare to put all the risks of exposure on her character.

If it were to be exposed, the benefits would definitely outweigh the disadvantages for him.

The true identity of the star has been hidden for a long time. When this news is suddenly revealed, he will immediately become a news genius and become famous in an instant. He can only rely on time to dissipate the enthusiasm of the reporters and fans who flock to him.

It's like a pressure cooker. If it's kept on boiling, it will become even louder when someone chops it open with an axe, but he doesn't want that to happen.

Now this money is enough for him to use for a lifetime, and he doesn't need to cash in his fame, so why is he so famous? Is he going to support Uncle Fujiwara to get votes and challenge the prime minister?

So he would not admit it. As for the music room in the welfare home...if Nanami and the others didn't want to use it, it would be a shame to tear it down. Perhaps the room would always be locked.

But since they have been given the opportunity to use it, it is not realistic to keep it hidden, so I released it to see the light of day.

There is no fear of being investigated carefully, as Quanjing has already prepared a backup plan. As long as someone suspects something, someone will immediately admit it, and the matter will naturally come to nothing.

Besides, the thing that's clearly related to the artists there is the album, what kind of evidence is that? Even if the equipment and instruments I used are all there, can you still play it once, record it, and then compare it and say it's exactly the same as the album?

Things without actual evidence will fade away quickly. It's not the first time that someone has spread rumors that a real person has been found. Such news will only make a small splash at the beginning, so there's no need to worry too much.

Seeing Xing Yuanhui's frown relax and his expression become very natural, Baiyin felt that the general affairs officer was indeed not lying, so he helped and said: "That's right, Ishigami, with Secretary Fujiwara's personality, she can't hide it from her."

"That's right..." Ishigami began to think about another possibility, "Then I have also seen another possibility that can explain the current situation."

This is the advantage of having a lot of theoretical knowledge, just like the corresponding clichés in exams, there is always one sentence that can be used.

Xing Yuanhui raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Then why don't you give me some pointers, Master?"

Although he had almost figured out the cause of the incident, he was unwilling to admit it due to his hopeless mentality. He was happy to hear other reasonable explanations.

"I guess the little secret in your room has been discovered!" Ishigami raised his lips, as proud as Maori Kogoro when he was sober. "I've seen it on the Internet. This is what happens when some dirty little secrets are discovered by friends or family!"

I guess Fujiwara-senpai must be feeling both happy and shy because you have so many big breasts books in your collection!

Xing Yuanhui immediately took a deep breath, otherwise he might not be able to control himself from wanting to hit someone's hand: "...I told you I'm an electronic artist! I don't have a physical book!"

Besides, I live in Tokyo. If this thing really existed, I would have moved there with me long ago!

Fearing that something similar might happen, Bai Yin, who had speculated on the situation many times, added cautiously, "Maybe your two brothers were afraid that their collections would be discovered, so they put the things in your room to play with in the dark?"

This is one of the reasons I thought about dealing with it!

"How can this be..." Xing Yuanhui's voice, which had just risen, immediately slowed down again, because it seemed that there really was someone who had the motive to do such a thing.

"No way..." He felt a little guilty, but still chose to believe his brother, "I've been back for several days, and I haven't found anything like this? And Nanami won't take guests to visit my room."

It's not impossible to make it up. For example, I saw Youta sneaking into my room and was caught by Nanami, and then the notebook was seen by Fujiwara Chika. In the end, Youta admitted it but Fujiwara Chika didn't believe it and insisted that it was mine.

But isn't this probability too low? What does this have to do with my face? Do I look like someone who likes small breasts?

"Why don't we just ask and find out?" Baiyin pointed at the people from the welfare home who were serving dishes from the kitchen.

After Yang Tai put the dishes away, Xing Yuanhui stretched out his hand and put his arm around his little brother's neck, and brought him over enthusiastically: "Yang Tai, I have a question for you, is it convenient now?"

"That's convenient..." He suddenly had a bad feeling, and sweat began to form on his forehead. He couldn't help but straighten his back, "Brother Xingyuan, what do you want to ask?"

"You didn't hide your gadgets in my room, did you?" Xing Yuanhui asked directly, "Two answers, yes or no."

"..." Yang Tai took a deep breath and said sincerely, "Brother Xingyuan, I have my reasons! You know my room is just like the bustling and bustling Customs Street. The dean conducts a minor inspection every three days and a major inspection every five days. I have no choice!"

Hearing this, the three of them fell silent.

"It can't be true!" Three different exclamations of emotion rang out in their hearts.

Chapter 41 You look at me, and I look at you

After three minutes of torture, as dinner was about to start, Xing Yuanhui put down his fists that were pressing on Yang Tai's forehead and let him go reluctantly.

The junior high school student who was leaving took two steps at a time and quickly slipped to sit next to the dean who suddenly received a call. Facing the guardian's puzzled gaze, he held his head in fear.

What a hell! Didn't they say that they should save face for the children when there are outsiders? Is it considered leniency to control the torture to the extent that the children can endure without making any sound?

But seeing that Brother Xingyuan no longer mentioned the book and just focused on studying the acupuncture points of the human body, I should be able to get my own certification, so it’s not too bad.

It's just that I feel like I'm exchanging my body for benefits... That's all! For my beloved book, what's this little sacrifice? !

Bai Yin looked at Yang Tai, who was clenching his fists and enduring humiliation, but was very happy, and said hesitantly: "Xing Yuan, I see your brother is going to use your room as a warehouse, is that okay?"

Is this the tolerance of an elder brother towards his younger brother? Teaching him a lesson is the price he has to pay?

"No problem. It has nothing to do with Fujiwara-senpai's staring at me. Besides, I'm leaving in a few days. So let him be." Xing Yuanhui shrugged. "Besides, Nanami comes to my room occasionally. Since I've cleared the table, it's very convenient for her to come to my room to make pictorials. Youta is actually trying to get something from the tiger."

After all, he has installed a small mezzanine under my bed, so just turn a blind eye and don't drag me into it if anything happens.

"What an open-minded brother." Ishigami clapped his hands lightly, narrowed his eyes, and said seriously, "But now that we know this secret, should we show it tonight?"

Boys will be attracted to this kind of thin little notebook. It's some kind of instinct.

What if I haven't seen it? What if I missed something rare?

In the world of the second dimension, there is always a small circle of excellent works that are indifferent to others but specialize in themselves.

"Please forgive him." Xing Yuanhui was speechless about Shi Shang's desire, "And don't say this in public. Won't my reputation be ruined after this happens?"

The general affairs officer glanced at Fujiwara Chika. She loved to explore secrets, and her ears were as sensitive to this word as the radar of the US military searching for oil. If she heard it and went to his room to take a risk, it would be really hard to explain.

Tsk, just in case, I'll set up the defense myself, let's hide in another place.

Then tell Yangta and take a look at Ishigami and the others. It's a win-win situation for everyone.

He then walked over and sat down next to Ishigami. Nanami's eyes wandered between her brother and Fujiwara Chika, and finally she chose to sit next to Xing Yuanhui, completely filling up one side of the dining table.

Xing Yuanhui rested his hands on the table and asked casually, "Shouldn't you play the role of a good host and eat next to Sister Qianhua, whom you just met?"

There are nine people in total, three women and six men. No matter how you think about it, you should eat on the other side.

Before Nanami could answer, Kaguya, who was in the silver position, comforted her: "Don't bother with that. It's just a meal. Besides, we are not far away from each other, so we can still chat."

She glanced at her best friend beside her and saw that Fujiwara Chika's face was still a little red. She sat upright on the chair with her legs closed, her fingers unconsciously pulling the ruffles on her dress, her eyes darting between the tableware and the general affairs. The good girl was made to look like an undercover agent gathering intelligence, or a mole in the vegetable garden.

So what are you doing? I’ve seen you like this before, but last time you were half-dressed in the general affairs department, so I can understand your feelings... But now you are wearing clothes properly, and your body is not faintly visible in the white shirt, so why are you shy?

Suddenly, Kaguya thought of how Fujiwara Chika was excitedly lying on the same bed with her last night, discussing how to give a surprise to the general affairs manager. It seemed just like her receiving text messages on her mobile phone, washing her hands and meditating for five minutes in anticipation of a letter from the president.

Could it be that... you finally realized that you might have a crush on Xingyuan? !

Kaguya looked in horror at the Earth Cancer, who had surpassed her and the President in love two months after school started. She had to rack her brains to calculate everything and eliminate distractions to give out the movie tickets just to go see a movie with the President.

As for her and the general affairs officer, they could just go and play whenever they wanted, and they could sit on the back of a bicycle easily. If they wanted to dance, they could even force the unwilling Xing Yuanhui to the center of the dance floor and do whatever they wanted.

As for these two guys who have made much more progress this semester than herself and the president, Kaguya would probably be more jealous of them than Ishigami, if it weren't for the fact that they usually drag everyone into it, allowing the young lady to gain something from the farce, get closer to the president, and feel the value that a couple can bring to the student union.

Of course, there are also two people who seem to have not yet faced up to their feelings for each other, so Kaguya can still maintain her mentality by having fun with the mentality of a person who has experienced it.

"Um, Fujiwara-san." Kaguya gently touched Fujiwara Chika, asking her to lift her head from the table. It was as if the red ribbon in her hair was glowing. Like the Virgin Mary, she suggested softly, "If it still doesn't work, you can switch places with me."

Taking Dean Sato, who sits farthest from the door, as a reference, Xingyuan Hui is separated from the dean by one person, while Kaguya's position is separated by three people, which allows Fujiwara Chika to stay away from the general affairs department.

Hearing this, Ishigami froze as he was thinking whether to eat the tender-looking roast chicken first or try the crispy fried food.

No, don’t… don’t do that to Shinomiya-senpai while eating… I want to savor the food!

But the change of position is too deliberate... Oh, right! Can't I just not use my eyes to see?

"What are you doing?" Baiyin and Xing Yuanhui asked Shi Shang together.

Ishigami now had his eyes closed, muttering to himself and counting one, two, three with his fingertips towards the dishes, as if he was immersed in this simple pleasure and unable to extricate himself.

"I am practicing telepathy with things." Ishigami answered solemnly, like an old monk in a stone temple high in the mountains. "This is the key to not turning into a relic."

Bai Yin complained: "...Don't people usually practice hard in order to become relics after death? Why are you doing it the other way around?"

Xing Yuanhui turned around and said, "Qi Hai, don't you have rubber bands? Lend me two later. Oh, and where is the tape at home?"

Ishigami opened his eyes and looked at Xing Yuanhui, and replied faintly: "Don't you really trust me? This is a matter of life and death for me."

Is this the result of hurting each other? I don't believe that you and Fujiwara-senpai are pure, and you don't believe that Shinomiya-senpai will kill me.

"I do, but a dirty tablecloth is always a hassle." The general affairs officer put his hand on the accountant's shoulder and threatened him with a cheerful look, "You don't want to drop food everywhere when you pick it up, do you? It's very rude."

"Damn it!" It seems Monk Shi can no longer use any tricks.

Kaguya laughed dryly twice, ignoring the skit that was so good that it could be published in a joke collection, and looked back at Fujiwara Chika, continuing with the previous sentence: "How is it?"

The secretary had noticed the accountant's behavior and was looking over there, but as he was looking, his gaze fixed on the general affairs manager and he was suddenly interrupted by Kaguya and was startled.

“No, no need?” She lowered her head and pointed her index fingers together, like a child caught doing something bad. “I can do it! I just need some time to get used to it…”

"All right……"

After replying, Kaguya was speechless. She crossed her hands over her mouth and leaned forward. From her constantly wandering gaze, one could vaguely sense the shock she felt inside.

It’s not that she disliked her best friend’s stubborn behavior, but she seemed to have finally felt what cuteness was from this pink-haired girl after several years.

Fujiwara Chika lowered her head, and her fluffy hair made her look like a little animal, making it impossible to lose your temper with her.

Is this the power of love? Can it make the Earth Cancer of the second year of high school regress to the Fujiwara classmate I just met?

It seems that it is not impossible to understand... But the change across species is too drastic, isn't it? Why don't I take Fujiwara to see the royal doctor of the Shinomiya family for a checkup sometime? As a friend of my Shinomiya Kaguya, how can I be tortured by illness?

Kaguya, who has transformed from an ice sculpture beauty into a sand sculpture beauty, is thinking about something very rude.

When the dean finished answering the phone, the nine people put their hands together and shouted in unison, "I'm ready to eat," towards the sumptuous dishes and steaming rice.

Then, they picked up their bowls, used the serving chopsticks to pick up the dishes they liked and put them in their own bowls, and then used their own chopsticks to taste the flavor.

Seeing the four guests who came from afar putting the dishes into their mouths mixed with rice and squinting their eyes slightly, it was obvious that these dishes that were obviously more Chinese-style had won their favor, and the dean couldn't help but smile.

Xing Yuanhui glanced at Fujiwara Chika, thinking about Nanami's answer that he had taken them to the music room.

Although I don't know why my sister's description is so brief, but based on Yōta's confession, it is basically certain that Fujiwara Chika discovered something here.

But she didn't ask...

While Xing Yuanhui was further sorting out his tangled thoughts, he was multitasking and eating without slowing down at all.

It's just that his eyes seemed to be unconsciously following the person he was about to deal with. Gradually, Fujiwara Chika's movements became increasingly stiff, and he concentrated on eating.

Seeing this, the accountant who originally wanted to talk to the general affairs department turned around and chatted with Baiyin about which dish was more delicious.