Order French fries at Shuchiin

Because of the privatization of land, the design of each building will make the most of every space. Compact and exquisite, the buildings on both sides of the street are obviously uneven, but surprisingly harmonious.

However, this also depends on the perspective. From the perspective of locals, because they are already familiar with the city, they will ignore some commonplace scenes. But from Xing Yuanhui's perspective, Tokyo with cherry blossoms in full bloom is one of the best answers to the combination of modern cities and natural scenery.

Xing Yuanhui, who was riding while admiring the city landscape, arrived at the school gate. He looked at the words "Shuchiyuan College High School" carved on the wall next to him and overcame his urge to ride for another hour. He got off the bike and walked towards the school gate holding the handlebars. A security guard in navy blue clothes stopped him expressionlessly.

"Sorry, only teachers and students of this school are allowed to enter."

The uncle looked like a retired soldier, with sharp eyes, firm and powerful steps, and his bulging uniform and exposed muscles all showed that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Considering that this was an aristocratic school, he thought it was reasonable for the security guard in front of him to be from the military.

"I have an admission letter. Can I come in and take a look? Although school starts tomorrow, technically I am not considered a student of this school."

Although I am not wearing a school uniform, I still have my admission letter. It can serve as my identity proof, right?

And as a student enrolled in an aristocratic school, even if it was just a possibility, you wouldn't bet that my status was not noble enough to block me from the door, right? In online literature, this would be a way to get killed.

The security guard fell into deep thought. He had to admit that this scene was rare. He had never seen anyone come to the gate and say that they were going to start school tomorrow, showing their admission letter and wanting to visit. School was about to start tomorrow, wasn't it? What was the point of you coming now?

But he held back his thoughts. Xing Yuanhui was right. It was too exciting to bet on whether a student who was suspected of being admitted to an aristocratic school was genuine. If he lost the bet, what if the other party was narrow-minded and complained to his parents?

The compilation I just mentioned!

The uncle thought about the three rounds of interviews he had faced, and the painful memories surfaced in his memory.

So he quickly convinced himself that if he could produce the evidence, what would be the harm in letting him in?

Seeing this, Xing Yuanhui took out his phone and prepared to show his notice. Thanks to the Dean and Qihai for taking a photo of it and sending it to the family group, he didn't expect it to have more than just a commemorative meaning. Thank you Dean, thank you Qihai, I'll order a courier to send some fruit to my family later.

At this time, a steady and powerful voice sounded from behind Xing Yuanhui: "Don't bother. I think I can vouch for his identity. I have seen his photo on this year's admission list."

"Okay, President Baiyin." The security guard recognized the identity of the speaker and took two steps back.

President? Student Council President? Is that the person Fujiwara Chika mentioned before? I didn't expect to meet him here.

Xing Yuanhui looked back. The Silver Guild President had come by bike like him, and was holding the handlebars and staring at him.

President Shirogane has golden hair and a kind smile on his face; he has heavy dark circles under his eyes, and because of fatigue, his eyes are not very wide open, making his eyes look quite fierce; he is wearing a pure black Xiuzhi school uniform, with the button collar buttoned meticulously, and a golden chain hanging under the collar.

Huh? Why is this big gold chain missing from my school uniform? Did it get lost in my bag? Did I lose it before school starts? But I didn't see this thing on my school uniform in the notebooks I received from school.

He was contemplating the big gold chain, and suddenly realized that it was not good to keep staring at the president's chain - it would be even worse if he thought I was not staring at his chain, because that was his chest!

So Xing Yuanhui raised his head and looked directly into Baiyin's eyes.

Seeing the other party looking at him, Shirogane took the lead and said, "My name is Shirogane Miyuki, and I am the current student council president of Shuchiin. Xingyuan classmate, right? I saw your information on the admission list, and your grades are very good."

Another Baiyin? Isn't this surname a common surname? What a coincidence. The boy thought of an uncle with the Araki line.

Xing Yuanhui replied: "My name is Xing Yuanhui. There are at least a hundred students in a class, right? I was able to find the corresponding person directly when I contacted him. The student council president must have worked so hard."

"As the student council president, it's my responsibility to understand the students." President Baiyin easily changed the subject. "Let's go in and park the car first. It's not a good idea to stand there all the time."

Xing Yuanhui readily agreed. He followed the president into the school gate, walked around the conspicuous long steps, and came to the parking lot next to it.

There are green trees and a few cherry trees not far away, and the pale white petals are floating in the wind.

As he locked the car, he chatted with Baiyin: "The parking lot is pretty ordinary."

Baiyin also squatted on the ground to lock the car and replied, "A parking lot is a parking lot. It's the same all over the world. Even if it's magnificent, it's not as good as a hard floor."

"What's this feeling that's obviously reasonable but so boring?"

The president glanced at Xing Yuanhui and guessed that the person in front of him seemed to have some preconceived ideas about Xiuzhiyuan. This was not surprising because he was also like this when he entered high school.

He explained: "Although Shuchiyuan is an aristocratic school, the students are actually still very... simple."

Suddenly remembering that Shinomiya travels by family car every day, Baiyin repeated it again: "Yes, very ordinary."

Baiyin stood up and saw the freshman standing there looking at him, so he waved his hand, motioning him to follow.

They returned to the steps directly opposite the school gate and stepped onto them, with Xing Yuanhui following behind him. Looking up the steps, he saw the golden clock at the top of the steps and the clock tower next door. Ever since he arrived at the school, the huge clock had always attracted his attention.

Is the designer British?

The president slowly said, "Originally I should have taken you around the campus. After all, it is the student union president's responsibility to help freshmen solve their problems. But I came to school today to do something. The arrangements for the opening ceremony and the various regulations for the clubs to welcome freshmen. If you don't mind waiting, I can show you around after I finish my work."

It’s easy to handle club welcomes, but does the student union also have to be responsible for external activities like the opening ceremony?

"I can walk around the school by myself, but does the student union also have to be responsible for the opening ceremony? Isn't this something that the teachers should be responsible for?"

As you go up, you will see tree branches on both sides of the steps blocking the sun's shadow, and in the middle is a beautiful but useless flower bed.

I guess everyone is walking in the shade on both sides. Summer is coming soon and it will be very hot.

Xing Yuanhui quietly disappeared into the shadows, leaving the president alone to enjoy the sunshine.

Baiyin didn't notice that the person next to him seemed to be a little further away from him. He said apologetically, "How should I explain... Well, you saw that the security guard knew me and was willing to believe what I said. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be the case, right? But in Shuchiin, the student union has certain rights, and rights come with obligations. This obligation is why I came to school today."

"It seems that the school prefers to let things run freely? Even the opening ceremony can be outsourced." Xing Yuanhui thought thoughtfully.

After all, the opening ceremony is not only for students, but also for parents. If students are asked to organize the opening ceremony, if something goes wrong, it will affect the impression of the school in the minds of parents. Who will pay for the tens of millions of yen in tuition fees that year?

However, the point of training students' hands-on ability is fully reflected.

"It can't be considered free-range. This is also a manifestation of the school's trust in the students' abilities. If students can manage themselves, then adults can have more time to do their own things, right? In fact, there are still teachers involved in the review, but under normal circumstances they will not interfere with students' actions."

They stood at the end of the stairs and came to the fountain in the square. Baiyin gave Xing Yuanhui a general introduction to the distribution of buildings on campus.

"The building in front of you with a big clock is the teaching building. The one on the right is the gymnasium. There are many gymnasiums on campus. Further in is Playground No. 1, and Playground No. 2 is on the other side of the campus. Further in, the first one on the right is the Student Union Room, and the second one is the gymnasium that serves as an auditorium. Further out..."

Baiyin felt that his introduction was too pale, and smiled shyly, "Maybe it would seem very confusing if you haven't walked through it once. Originally, we would have put school maps in every corner of the school when the semester started, but since you came to visit in advance, there's nothing we can do about it."

"So many gymnasiums." Xing Yuanhui pondered, "Could it be that Xiuzhiyuan is a sports school?"

"It would be great if that were the case. Unfortunately, apart from individual competitions that can be won by single-handed efforts, the team results are almost unappealing." Baiyin laughed and easily changed the subject.

He went on to say, "Now all the clubs are setting up their stalls in the playground in preparation for the first day of school tomorrow. You can see if anyone is setting up a stall and check ahead of time."

The president pointed his thumb behind him, indicating the location of Playground No. 1 to Xing Yuanhui. From here, a group of awnings on the playground could be vaguely seen, which must be the club's stall.

Unfortunately, he didn't see any trace of people. However, he found a flag that was obviously taller than the other clubs, fluttering alone in the wind on its own shed.

He had to say that writing the club name on the flag was a bad idea. Without wind, the flag couldn't be spread out, and with wind, the flag kept shaking and couldn't be seen clearly. Even Xing Yuanhui, who had turned on his magic, had to stare at it for a few seconds before he could see what was written on it.

TG... Board Game Department? In the words of the board game, your design can make all the freshmen fail the observation judgment.

Xing Yuanhui, who was complaining in his heart, thanked Bai Yin: "Thank you for your advice, I will go and take a look. Since you have something else to do, you can go ahead and do it first."

Bai Yin suddenly thought of something, and stopped Xing Yuanhui who was about to leave and said, "By the way, Xing Yuan, I want to remind you of something."

"What's the matter, President? You can't possibly tell me that this school follows Chinese education and has morning reading and running exercises, right?"

If so, I think I should prepare to go to the teacher's office to ask for a long vacation.

"...What are you talking about? I want to remind you that although the current Shuchiin is no longer the pure aristocratic school in history, it has been passed down from generation to generation after all. It is inevitable that some people will still hold on to the old views and have unnecessary hostility towards people like you and me who did not go to Shuchiin from childhood to adulthood.

"So some people may not be very friendly to you, I hope you don't mind. Of course, they won't take any radical measures, they just won't let you enter their circle. After all, I became the student union president despite their opposition."

"It's reasonable and expected. Since the first impression of Shuchiin on the Internet is that it is an aristocratic school, I am not surprised that such exclusion has occurred. After all, if there were no such thing, people would not say it is the 'helplessness of the aristocracy'."

Xing Yuanhui remembered a report he saw when searching for information about Xiuzhiin. It used a mocking tone and ironic approach to describe how Xiuzhiin reluctantly gave up his title.

The article especially describes in great detail the attitude of the current Shuchiin students towards foreign students, in which coldness and rejection are the main themes. It says that although the students put on a decent smile on their faces, deep down they hate the existence of these people.

This report was written ten years ago, and according to the comments below, it was published online only after being attacked several times by the publishing house.

He didn't know how true this report was until today, but he was indeed well prepared before coming here. Again, if it didn't work out, he could just score twice and stay at home for another three years. Anyway, he wasn't a love-starved boy in his previous life, and he didn't really need the educational resources of a high school, so there was no need to play childish "one of us" games with high school students.

Baiyin was a little surprised and said, "Have you prepared for this? Then you are better than I was a year ago. I didn't know this when I enrolled. I just came here for the scholarship. I suffered a lot back then. I couldn't even find anyone to eat with at noon. I could only eat bread alone in a corner of the campus."

"But like you said, you still became the student council president."

"Yeah." Baiyin's face became resolute again with emotion, and he glanced at the time on the school clock tower.

"Okay, we don't have time. I have to go and prepare for the opening ceremony. If you have any questions, come and find me. I'll probably be in the auditorium and gymnasium today."

The student council president expressed his apologies again and then left. Xing Yuanhui could feel that his feelings were genuine.

But this school is still too normal. Where is the Hongmen Banquet set by that big pink-haired kid?

Judging from the current situation, he had to admit that Shuchiin seemed to be a reasonable private aristocratic school. There were no strange etiquette, no security guards who looked down on others, and no student council presidents who didn't speak human language. There were only some students who still followed the laws of their ancestors.

But if it's so normal, then what's the role of Fujiwara Toyomi? Who is the person she said would be happy when I came?

I can't figure it out. The more normal Shuchiin is, the more deliberate Fujiwara Toyomi seems. She is not even willing to use a better excuse, such as saying that she is from the admissions office of Shuchiin to fool me.

Or is this also part of her plan? What good will it do her if I'm suspicious of Shuchiin?

If this were said to the person involved, Xing Yuanhui would probably hear something like this.

"Of course it's because it's fun~."

Chapter 16 You also know that this is embarrassing

Throwing away the distinctly pink and sweet voice in his head, the boy walked alone on the road.

Xing Yuanhui did not go to the playground to learn about the club in advance, but he knew the general situation of the club.

Although he had never joined any club and seldom went to school, a teacher at home told him a lot of interesting stories about clubs in order to entice him to go to school, such as the leader of the SOS Group, who was founded a few years ago, shouting in the class that aliens, people from the future, and people with super powers were welcome to join him, or μ's, who started from school and stepped onto the social stage step by step.

The dean thought that these things might arouse Xing Yuanhui's interest, but unfortunately they were of no use.

People may not know what they like, but they know what they don't like. Compared to being directed by a self-centered girl to do "interesting" things and watching the hard work of teenagers who are moving forward step by step, it is more suitable for him to be a spectator in the corner.

If you join a club without any interest in it, aren't you sacrificing your time and energy for the so-called "fitting in"?

Moreover, he can no longer get satisfaction from sports. The hard training is not as good as the blessing given by being knocked out by the system. The contrast is too great.

So he decided to walk around the school first, maybe he would meet the club someday. Starting from the first gymnasium, he walked around the school, except for the locked places.

I have to say, maybe you can complain that the tuition fee of this school is not very cost-effective compared with its teaching resources, but you can't say that its greening is not good...

So, is it that the designer likes to do greening, or was the land bought too cheaply when the school was built? Xing Yuanhui was puzzled, why is there a large forest around the school! ?

Leaning against a pillar under the student union room with a sculpture on the roof, the boy looked out and saw only a forest of lush greenery.

What kind of eco-school is this in the city? Is this really Tokyo Minato-ku? With so many trees planted and left unused, wouldn't you feel sad about the land tax the school pays every year?

The school was built early, and the land was easily acquired at that time. Is this the spirit of eating one bowl and throwing one bowl away? This is Minato Ward. Even after three decades of economic stagnation in Japan, housing prices in Tokyo Minato Ward are still high.

It's a pity that high-rise buildings like the clock tower are tightly locked, otherwise he would have gone up to measure the green area of Shuchiyuan and then give it to the environmental protection girls as a model case for promotion.

The law-abiding teenager resisted the urge to perform the "magic trick" of how the iron lock could be detached from the door handle without a key. He really wanted to go up and see what kind of chemical reaction there would be between the lush green in the foreground and the city view in the distance.

However, the students really pay attention to the recruitment of new members. Although most of the rooms are empty, the welcome messages on the doors, windows and walls show that they are eager to recruit new students.

Xing Yuanhui even saw through the window a sack and some clever tools that could be used to "capture" newcomers tomorrow.

Although it's youthful and normal, there's no information about Fujiwara Toyomi at all...

The boy couldn't help but sigh. So what did Fujiwara Toyotomi ask me to do at Shuchiin? I couldn't think of any clues. The school was running well and thriving; the students were concerned about the new students and were eager to recruit talents. What else can I say about this scene except "youth"?

Could her script be about recruiting men for the National Student Music Competition? This kind of passionate struggle story is too ridiculous. How could a calm person like me yell "Friendship Bonds" and then rush towards the judges?

It was obvious that the more Xing Yuanhui investigated, the more he couldn't find Fujiwara Toyoshi's idea. It was too weird. She couldn't even understand the question. Could she have no purpose at all?

Just then, footsteps were heard in the corridor behind him.

The boy naturally thought that the footsteps were from students who were preparing to go to school tomorrow. This was normal because when he was walking around the school, he saw that there were too many students for a school on holiday.

The students in uniform school uniforms all saluted a pedestrian who was not wearing a school uniform, causing Xing Yuanhui to walk in the shadows for a while.

Although he looked more like a bad guy with bad intentions, the dark clothes he wore matched him well. The Silver President who was preparing in the auditorium did not even notice that Xing Yuanhui passed by under his nose.

"Eh? Xingyuan-san? Why are you here?"

Such a familiar voice, such an innocent atmosphere in the words... It's Bowknot Pink Hair!

Xing Yuanhui turned around suddenly and thought: Why did you appear when I complained about Fujiwara Toyoshi? Are you and your sister not getting along?

Let's just say hello first.

"Hello, senior. I'm here to visit the school today. Although school starts tomorrow, since I have some free time I'd like to come and observe." He nodded and greeted Fujiwara Chika.

Respect is the minimum attitude, and I still have to ask others to find out the news about Fujiwara Toyotomi.

Unfortunately, the senior may not have the time to nod and say hello. He saw Fujiwara Chika moving a table with bags full of posters on it. Her chin was placed on top of the bags, trying to control them. The words "Freshman" could be seen on the posters.