Order French fries at Shuchiin

After all, this is a rare opportunity for children to share their hobbies with their parents. The second and third year high school students are busy cheating on the playground... We welcome fresh blood and will not wander around the teaching building.

The school plans to build a small park in the atrium patio. In the center of the park is a fountain that is slightly smaller than the one in the square. The stone brick road is centered on the fountain and extends in all directions along the building curves. Outside the stone bricks are flowers, plants and trees managed by the Horticulture Department.

Quan Jing seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. Xing Yuanhui heard voices coming from the direction of the courtyard. The voices echoed in the empty corridor, intermittently and with serious distortion.

Xing Yuanhui stepped quietly into the shadows and broke into the patio, wanting to give Quan Jing a "surprise" by catching him off guard like a primary school student and performing an authentic double-wind piercing ear move.

This is a reward for Quan Jing's hard work in collecting intelligence about the academy. Today, let him know the price of being a double agent for the dean!

Unfortunately, Xing Yuanhui's plan was aborted. This was not because Quan Jing was squatting on the ground counting ants, but because the conversation came from a pink-haired girl with a bow on her head and the video call in her hand.

Xing Yuanhui used the super vision given to him by the system to discover with horror that the face on the mobile phone video call was the dean.

If AI face-changing technology hadn't developed so rapidly overnight, this would have been me...

The current situation is not suitable for a rash attack. If Quan Jing is frightened and screams, his naughty behavior will not only expose the dean, but also Fujiwara Chika.

No, no! As the saying goes, family disgrace should not be made public. I'd better deal with it slowly later.

So Xing Yuanhui stopped and quietly joined the team counting ants, and whispered to Quan Jing who didn't know he had escaped: "What's the situation now? Why is Senior Fujiwara using your phone to talk to the dean?"

Quan Jing was not surprised. After all, he was the one who showed the way and brought these people here. He just looked at Xing Yuanhui with resentment, accusing him of interrupting his ant census which had just reached three digits with great difficulty.

But he was very cooperative. He first glanced back at the pink-haired girl to make sure she didn't notice what was happening here, and then answered in a low voice:

"After I parked the car, she followed me and introduced Xiuzhiyuan to me, trying to distract me. I didn't plan to look for you. I just wanted to send you some text messages. After all, I have to report to your guardian later.

"As expected, your dean suddenly called me via video. I had no choice but to answer the call and help you figure out why you weren't by my side. She saw my embarrassment and volunteered to come and greet your dean and explain the situation. Then, as she and your dean became more and more familiar with each other, I gave her my phone. Then... I don't know why it turned out like this."

By the way, Quan Jing touched his pockets. There were too many things in his right pocket and it was difficult to distinguish Xing Yuanhui's car keys and take them out in his squatting position, so he simply grabbed all of them at once.

After distinguishing his own keys from Xing Yuanhui's keys, Quan Jing pressed his daily mobile phone with the words "Shiranui's favorite" written on the phone case with his thumb and index finger, and put his other fingers into the key ring of the car key and reached towards Xing Yuanhui.

The boy took the car keys and stared at Quan Jing's phone case for a long time.

Never mind, at least it’s not about the stars, and it’s not me who’s disgusting…

"So? Who are these two? You just came to Xiuzhiyuan and you have so many romantic encounters? One of them even went to meet you in private, and the other one helped to stop me." There was a strange light in Quan Jing's eyes, and he moved his elbow to touch Xing Yuanhui.

Xing Yuanhui first looked back carefully at Fujiwara Chika and the dean. Although they were several meters apart and the phone screen was small, he could still vaguely see the dean's expression on the phone.

The dean on the screen is very kind. The last time I saw this look in his eyes was when he was on the boat looking at the tuna weighing over 300 kilograms. It seems that Senior Fujiwara is good at coaxing elders.

Looking back, Xing Yuanhui clarified the matter with a lie without hesitation: "What private meeting? That was a staff member from the admissions office of Xiuzhi Academy. They were doing something serious, okay?"

Quan Jing had a look of doubt on his face. It was not that he did not believe it, but the girl with the pink bow tie was hesitant just now and did not say anything, so he let her fool him. If she was from the admissions office, why didn't she say anything?

The young man saw the suspicious look on his agent's face, and quickly reviewed his knowledge of Quanjing. He made up his mind to find another way and open up a new "battlefield".

"So you did it on purpose, didn't you? You just handed the phone to her like that? From what I know about you, although you're not reliable in life, you're very professional at work, otherwise you wouldn't have been assigned as my agent."

Xing Yuanhui made up the story while he was talking. His brain was spinning very fast at this moment. Compared with this, the entrance exam of Xiuzhiyuan was nothing. There was nothing more exciting than improvisation.

He thought of the "three-no" idol from a few days ago. The white square-breasted sailor collar with a red tie hidden under her coat was the same style as the Shuchiin girls' school uniform that is everywhere today!

"I see. You must have run into your dream lover again and were once again in a state of panic. Then, Fujiwara-senpai saw that you kept staring at Shiranui and took the initiative to talk to her on your behalf!"

Xing Yuanhui used his famous reasoning, pointed his finger at Quan Jing, and completed this frame-up operation that was like taking advantage of the situation.

Perhaps it was because Xing Yuanhui had suffered too many setbacks at the hands of Fujiwara Toyotomi, and this time his reasoning unexpectedly hit a dead end.

Quan Jing's eyes widened, his body shrank back, and he almost sat on the ground in shock.

"How did you know?" Quan Jing looked Xing Yuanhui up and down, "I thought I didn't see you on the sports field."

The young man looked at the spring quietly and said nothing more.

God knows he guessed it right this time, and he couldn't explain the reason. Of course he had to keep silent and pretend to be an expert to intimidate Quan Jing.

Quan Jing felt a little nervous when Xing Yuanhui stared at him. He pretended to sigh, but actually took out his camera and showed Xing Yuanhui their photo as if to show off.

When Quan Jing was operating the camera to call up the "miracle" photo that would be enough to make him one of the leaders of the Shiranui fan club, the sharp-eyed boy saw some photos of him other than the selfie at the school gate.

The photo of him actively greeting Chika Fujiwara, the photo of him and Toyotomi Fujiwara leaving from behind... Izumi Kei won't starve to death if he quits his job as an agent and becomes a paparazzi, right? Is it because of his experience as an agent that he knows what angles are less likely to be discovered?

But compared to his own photos, he wanted to complain more about Shiranui's photos. Xing Yuanhui looked at Shiranui, who had crossed her arms, smiled, and had a lot of idol baggage.

In comparison, Quan Jing, your scissor hands are too...

There is a subtle mismatch between the two people in the photo. Quan Jing's silly smile, which is hidden deep in his heart but cannot be suppressed, coupled with the scissors hand gesture, plus the space between the two people, it has to be said that Quan Jing in the fan state looks like it was photoshopped.

Unfortunately, there was no time for Xing Yuanhui to laugh at Quan Jing. Although Fujiwara Chika, who had her back to them, did not notice that there were more people squatting and counting ants, the screen of the phone on the video call was not facing away from them. The dean finally discovered that there was an extra person in the shadow not far away.

"It looks like Xing Yuan is here, let's go over and see if it's him."

Even though today was the first time that the dean saw Xing Yuanhui wearing the Xiuzhiyuan uniform, he still recognized the unique temperament of his unfortunate child, a sense of laziness.

Fujiwara Chika turned around, approached the two and saw their faces clearly, then said happily: "Xingyuan classmate, are you okay?"

Xing Yuanhui, who didn't want to cause any more trouble because of Fujiwara Toyotomi, quickly replied: "It's okay, we're done talking."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Quan Jing put away the camera. Xing Yuanhui's desire to complain was too obvious. He admitted that he was not photogenic today. In order to avoid ruining the mood today, he could not show this group photo to Xing Yuanhui.

Xing Yuanhui now just wants to have a normal school day, but it is obvious that Fujiwara Chika, who is "holding" the dean in her hand, means that he will face another wave of shocks.

He paused, and in a split second he figured out how to get out of this unscathed, and took the initiative to say, "I have already talked to Ms. Fujiwara from the admissions office. You are truly worthy of being the student union of Shuchiin. Thank you for helping introduce Shuchiin to Mr. Izumi Kei and the dean."

Fujiwara Chika introduced Shuchiin and helped introduce idols, and she really did a lot of things. But the more she did, the less Xing Yuanhui could explain to the dean and Quan Jing why such an enthusiastic passerby came to introduce someone today, and the others didn't have "Ms. Fujiwara" as a guide.

Now I can only think of a way to take my own unique situation into consideration and push the matter to the school and the student union.

What if there is no special feature? If there is no special feature, you have to create it yourself!

Senior sister with butterfly knot blinked her eyes, and for a moment she couldn't react why Xing Yuanhui suddenly spoke in such a formal tone. He clearly didn't speak like this yesterday.

Fortunately, the political wisdom passed down from generation to generation by the Fujiwara family was invisibly coordinated with Xing Yuanhui.

Fujiwara Chika said, "No, it's all as it should be. After all, Ms. Fujiwara has taken up the precious time of the freshmen today. This is the first day of the first year of high school that is worth remembering."

"Are they all Miss Fujiwara? What a coincidence."

Quan Jing seemed to find something wrong. The names were coincidental, but why were both Miss Fujiwara wearing school uniforms? Although they were only fighting one opponent, their facial features were very similar. There must be something fishy going on.

Butterfly Fujiwara didn't know what Izumi Kei was thinking. She just turned a blind eye and said with a smile, "It's because of Fujiwara that I came here today to represent the student council."

At this time, the dean, who was held in the hand of Fujiwara Chika, reminded the energetic girl, "Didn't you say you were going to the auditorium to prepare for the opening ceremony? We have heard about Shuchiin for so long and have learned something about this school. Now that Xingyuan is back, there is no need to trouble Miss Fujiwara to be our guide. Your friends came to see you just now, didn't they? Go and meet them."

I really didn't expect that Fujiwara Chika is also good at respecting the elderly. Xing Yuanhui looked at the dean wearing a suit and speaking in the same kind tone as when he spoke to Nanami, and still felt that it was a bit weird.

As we all know, in terms of universal rationality, a father's attitude towards his daughter is usually doting. If Xing Yuanhui is an exception, then Qi Hai is the undisputed top creature on the food chain of the welfare home, which proves that the director is still controlled by this rule.

As a teacher, the dean was quite serious about other people's daughters. At least Xing Yuanhui had never seen anyone treated like Qi Hai by the dean, and today was the first time.

"It's not a big deal, but if that's the case, I'll go to the auditorium and prepare for the opening ceremony speech. Goodbye, Mr. Sato, and I'll see you later, Mr. Xingyuan and Mr. Izumi."

She handed the phone with the image of the middle-aged teacher to Quan Jing with both hands, and then walked through the passage on the east side of the teaching building, looking back and waving from time to time.

Chapter 21 Why aren’t you first?

Without the lively Fujiwara Chika, the three men fell silent and looked at each other.

The first to break the silence was Quan Jing who wanted to tease Xing Yuanhui.

Quan Jing's empty hand slowly climbed up Xing Yuanhui's shoulder, as if he had found an opportunity to take revenge on the spot. He said in a joyful tone: "It's really not easy, but your flaws are too obvious. What's the matter with the other Miss Fujiwara?"

"She's from the admissions office, but she's a newcomer. Today she just wants to blend in with the new students by wearing a student uniform and get to know them better. If you're lucky and have good eyesight, you'll be able to see her standing next to the principal at the opening ceremony."

Xing Yuanhui was unmoved and wove a new lie without thinking. However, if Fujiwara Toyoshi was not in such a hurry to leave, it was indeed possible to see her in the auditorium, but the probability was almost negligible.

Quan Jing raised his eyebrows. He didn't want to believe it at first, but considering the photo, he believed it reluctantly.

It would be very damaging to the relationship if both sides suffer losses. If he loses in the end, he will be doomed.

"Student Union?... I didn't expect Tokyo students to be so enthusiastic. I didn't see any sophomores or juniors meeting the parents of new students today." The dean lamented the unrealistic personal qualities of Tokyo students.

"Dean, you have to have confidence in your students. There won't be any reception anyway, and my situation is special." Xing Yuanhui covered his face.

"That's a very special situation." The dean's tone sounded meaningful, but he didn't continue. He changed the subject and said, "I have to start preparing for the opening ceremony here. I'll have to trouble Mr. Quan Jing from now on."

"It's okay, it's okay. Today I can relive my high school days, so it's not a big deal. Today's photos will be sent to you before 8pm at the latest, so please remember to pay attention to your email."

Quan Jing raised the camera bag at his waist and gave a thumbs up to show that he was relieved.

"I could have done it myself." Xing Yuanhui complained.

He looked at Quan Jing with contempt and said, "I would rather have a piece of barbecued pork than you."

Unfortunately, the dean ignored him. As the dean ended the video call, Xing Yuanhui immediately said to his agent in dissatisfaction: "I'm very happy that you can help me with company affairs, but I don't like it if you don't help me now."

"What can I do if I can't beat him? I'm just an errand boy. You have to go and talk to him." Quan Jing shrugged, took out a camera from his bag, and took a few photos of the small fountain in the center of the patio to get a feel for it. "Or we can compromise. You can hold a finger across your eyes..."

"Quanjing, have you decided where your next home will be?" The young man's eyes flashed with a faint green light like a wolf.

After all, the twelve gold medals far away in the sky are not as powerful as the beast that is imminently devouring people's hearts. The agent sighed to the sky.

-----The dividing line of the escape from the Spring View Temple-----

The Hidechiin Auditorium is located on the north side of the college. Further north is all undeveloped land, with trees and grass, which looks lush and green from a high altitude.

This small forest explains to all those who come to Tokyo to work hard the calmness and confidence of the older generation of landlords.

The interior decoration of the auditorium is exactly the same as that of an ordinary gymnasium. It is better to say that this is a gymnasium. This is normal. Gymnasiums in Japan usually bear the heavy responsibility of holding meetings between teachers and students every Monday. Apart from the meeting time, it is a gymnasium.

Xiuzhiyuan is wealthy and has more than one gymnasium. It is called an auditorium only because it is the most commonly used gathering point for all teachers and students in the school, so it is called that for the purpose of distinguishing them.

At the deepest part of the gymnasium is a raised platform, which is the stage on special days like the school festival, and the podium today. The mezzanine above the ground is used to store folding chairs, which are what everyone is sitting on now.

And now, Xing Yuanhui and Quan Jing were struggling in their seats.

Regardless of which country's opening ceremony, listening to speeches is an extremely boring thing. Xing Yuanhui found it extremely absurd to watch the leaders take turns to encourage the students with their bland voices without any ups and downs.

What kind of people are those who can maintain a good spirit, straighten their backs and listen attentively?

Xing Yuanhui silently looked at Quan Jing who was emptying his mind. Although he looked professional, he had actually been swimming in the ocean of dreams for a long time.

Originally, he should have been the one who was online, but unfortunately Xing Yuanhui had not been trained in the workplace, so he did not last as long as Quan Jing. He called out to the system but there was no response, so the bored Xing Yuanhui began to look around, and the first to bear the brunt were the people who were still standing.

He saw President Baiyin and Senior Fujiwara standing against the wall to the right of the podium, working with the teacher to maintain order in the room. There were two people next to them whom Xing Yuanhui didn't recognize. One was a girl with her black hair tied up with a red ribbon. She looked like... Tong Xiangyu?

What old friend from another world?

There was also a chestnut-haired woman with two ponytails. She looked very nervous and took deep breaths from time to time and clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

Fujiwara Toyotomi was nowhere to be seen, he must have left.

Another person came down from the podium. This time, Xing Yuanhui recognized the person who came up. It was the current principal hanging on the wall.

The current principal has a very conspicuous feature that makes everyone who has seen him unforgettable, and that is his beard.

His goatee looks very delicate. Neither the goatee nor the beard appear messy. They are very neat and look very elegant. Its owner spends a lot of effort to take care of them.

The principal's speaking style was different from the previous dull atmosphere. His speech was concise and clear, and his gestures were neat and tidy. His speech was like the waves at dusk, undulating and continuous. Compared with the previous person, it seemed to have infinite charm.

Xing Yuanhui has seen many people suddenly move. If the previous scene was as silent as Medusa casting petrification spell on every student, then now it is like a cemetery with a group of zombies rising from their coffins.

I didn't expect that you, Principal, are also a Death Knight.

The principal spoke at a fast pace. In the blink of an eye, he had gone from the history of the school to the mission of modern students, from the brilliant achievements of previous seniors to the No. 1 of this year's freshman.

All I heard was the principal extending his hand to invite the audience, and he said in a loud voice: "Welcome to our freshman representative, Iino, who ranked first in the entrance exam!"

There was a roar of applause from the audience. The maroon-colored woman standing next to Fujiwara Chika walked up to the podium. The buff of Quan Jing's Shenyou was finally removed. Chao Xingyuanhui asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you the first place?"

"...Do you want to quarrel or something?" Xing Yuanhui asked back with ill intent, narrowing his eyes, obviously dissatisfied with this cricket fighting behavior.

Because Quan Jing's words really hurt his heart. Although it was indeed his problem that he didn't study hard, it was also a fact that he didn't rank first in the exam-oriented education in his two lives, which made him feel a little bit like he was not good enough.

"I'm just bored." Quan Jing shook his head to comfort him. He had just been chased by Xing Yuanhui for five miles, and his leather shoes were almost dry. He really couldn't stand it any more.

He quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, this is your first time in Tokyo in the past few years, right? But I remember that Shuchiin was going to take an exam? How did you take the exam without coming to Tokyo?"

The agent is really bored. At most, he spends his free time at work worrying about not doing anything and living in the shadow of work that may assign him tasks at any time.

But now listening to the conference speeches that make your ears calloused is another matter. All the negative things about school that Quan Jing had deeply forgotten in his mind have once again surged onto the surface of his memory, along with the methods of getting through them.

I need to find someone to chat with, otherwise I’m really going to fall asleep.

"I took the online test for the first time, the offline interview for the second time, and also took the written test. I think they came all the way from Tokyo, taking the Shinkansen all the way to Hakodate. But I didn't expect that they would take the written test in Hakodate, and I was already prepared to go to Tokyo."