Order French fries at Shuchiin

"How's it going? What did Senior Zian say to you?"

The Buddha forced himself to open his mouth and smiled, "Nothing, just some small talk."

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"Huh, this is really unexpected." Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika walked in the corridor, looking at the baseball club members who were training enthusiastically outside, and sighed.

"Yes." Fujiwara Chika stretched lazily, "It's really hard to comfort Iino-san, but I miss her a little bit. Moe has not been hugged by me since junior high school. It's really comfortable to be hugged by Iino-san~."

He pretended to be fierce and threatened: "Where did you come from, Uncle Fujiwara? Be careful or I will ask the security to kick you out!"

"This is just a normal relationship between girls. Xingyuan, don't take it so seriously."

She looked at Xing Yuanhui with a wicked smile and opened her arms, hoping to find something on his face that she could talk about for the rest of her life.

For example, I want to feel the warmth of a senior, or I want to experience the power of a hug.

Xing Yuanhui distanced himself from the Bow-knot Demon with disgust, his eyes full of contempt.

Although I have never been in a relationship, it doesn't mean you can treat me as a novice who drools at the sight of girls.

Fujiwara Chika was a little hurt, and wailed like a little animal, saying in a miserable tone:

"Okay, okay, let's be serious. Based on Iino-san's attitude, what do you think are the chances that Ishigami-san can pull off a comeback now?"

"Not much, or even nothing at all." The boy pointed out the current situation coldly.

Putting her finger on the soft face, Fujiwara Chika frowned and agreed:

"Unfortunately, I am the same. Although I would like to believe Iino-san's judgment, and then Ishigami-san, but I don't know anything, so I can't convince the teacher by believing."

Seeing the senior frowning at the helpless situation, Xing Yuanhui said jokingly in revenge for what she had done just now:

"Why don't you use that voice you just used so hard to persuade the teacher! Use the power of love and justice!"

"Love and justice expire after the age of twelve~."

In a sense, Fujiwara Chika is still very cruel.

Xing Yuanhui glanced to the side and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, Senior Sister, have you noticed that the number of yellow-haired people around you has never decreased?"

Hayasaka, who was pretending to be asleep on the lawn with a book against her face, heard their conversation through the eavesdropping device on Fujiwara Chika and slowly typed a question mark.

"It's okay... It's just your illusion, right?"

Fujiwara Chika slowly turned her head, her eyes moving in her sockets, but she didn't find anything wrong.

What's wrong with a student having yellow hair? All student council presidents have yellow hair!

Looking at the colorful students' hairstyles, the various colors almost blinded Xing Yuanhui's eyes under the sun, challenging his common sense.

He covered his face and said, "Alas, do I have to adapt to this situation..."

In the previous life, this kind of school would become famous in minutes.

"What do you mean by adapting or not..." Fujiwara Chika looked forward. According to the plan of the president, they had to go to the clubs ahead and ask the witnesses one by one. These people had been selected by Shirogane and Kaguya. "We have arrived at the second place the president mentioned."

When Xing Yuanhui was about to say something, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated, causing him to stop.

The boy who had been waiting for a long time slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the familiar avatar on the screen, and whistled with interest.

Hearing the crisp whistle, Fujiwara Chika was extremely envious and wished that Master Xingyuan could teach her the whistling technique immediately.

But now let's give in to Ishigami-san. I'm sure Mr. Izumi is ready, right?

However, the next moment after clicking into the chat software, before the musician could carefully browse the various information sent by Quan Jing, he remained silent to his gold medal agent.

"I have walked the path that should be walked! I have walked the path that should be walked! I have also done what should be done!"

What's going on with this atmosphere of wanting to split up the family? Quan Jing, you were subdued by the reporters, are you going to defect?

"…What are you doing? Are you drunk?"

"Oh, me? Drunk? Ridiculous. A true hunter will never reveal his tracks to his prey!"

On the other end of the phone, in a bar box unknown to anyone, was where Quan Jing and the reporter were.

Now, the paparazzi legend who was destined to have no name in this novel was lying on the table, with stars in his pupils and unable to speak clearly.

"?"

"Don't worry! Do you know who I am? I was a top salesperson before I became an agent!"

With a swipe of his finger, Xing Yuanhui clicked directly on the avatar and took a careful look at the notes.

It's "slacker" for sure. Didn't you become a broker after graduation? Did you call yourself a gold medal salesperson or is it your side job?

"…Why are you drinking?"

"I just combined and innovated the three methods of how to arrange a meeting with someone, the best way to pry someone open their mouth, and the method to make someone lose their memory."

"The common denominator is wine?"

"Yes, a senior once taught me a method to use something called 'Oolong Tea' to break the ice between two people who originally had nothing to do with each other."

Quan Jing looked at the drinks on the table. One cup was ordinary oolong tea, and the other was R18's "oolong tea".

He picked up the lighter and lit the "oolong tea", adding a weird atmosphere to the dark box.

"You're not saving me money, are you?"

"Of course not. We had already exchanged the money and the goods before we drank. It's just..."

"only?"

"If you want to hide your identity, then my whereabouts will naturally become sensitive along with you. After all, the reporters only know that I am in contact with you."

It seemed that he could already imagine the horrific scene of the unconscious reporter begging Quan Jing not to force him to drink any more.

Quan Jing sniffed the reporter's breath and confirmed that he was not dead but sleeping in a sweet dream, then quickly typed:

"For safety reasons, I have to erase his memory. Don't worry, I know the boss here, and this reporter is also well-known in the industry for not being able to tolerate alcohol. I'm ready!"

...Quan Jing, you are really a talented person.

"what happened?"

Fujiwara Chika noticed the boy's strange behavior. She moved closer to Xing Yuanhui and did not take the opportunity to look at his mobile phone. Instead, she looked directly into his eyes and asked.

Xing Yuanhui pretended to be fine and forced a smile, "Nothing, I got the information."

He hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't escape the condemnation of his conscience, so he asked Quan Jing to ask someone to go and see him.

Also check if the reporter is suffering from alcohol poisoning.

But Quan Jing was fine. Who said that you have to drink when you invite someone to drink? He was not stupid. Could anyone drink this oolong tea?

Xing Yuanhui swept away the dejection and rallied, saying: "Then let's follow my plan now, let's go to the drama department!"

But I didn't expect that Senior Sister with Butterfly Tie would put her hands on her waist and look smug. She raised a finger and shook it, as if to say that young people are young people. She pretended to sigh:

"Hehe, Xingyuan-san? You were the one who said you wanted to hide your identity, why have you forgotten it now?"

"Oh? What do you think, senpai? Can't the detective agency be used?"

"It's not that the detective agency can't be used, but we can have something better - how about borrowing some props from the news department? You say, a student who wants to start his own media wants to interview Ogino-san and borrow his light, do you think he would agree?"

After all, they are not real members of the news department, and they know nothing about news interviews, or at least have no idea about them.

And I can't drag the News Department into this, so I might as well just say that I'm a member of the Student Union.

"Good idea, you are worthy of being a love detective." Xing Yuanhui agreed.

In fact, he didn't care. After all, he really wasn't a member of the student union. If nothing else, we could just change the topic to the board game club and say that we wanted a bad Elsas and now we needed a reference...

"Then let's go!"

Chapter 46: Whose Phoenix Warrior?

Behind the scenes of the drama department, in the dressing room deep in the corridor, there are two characters lurking who can be recognized by anyone with a little gaming experience.

The Arctic Avengers in white camouflage uniforms looked sharply at their colleagues who were their own in every sense, and asked, "Do we really have to do this?"

The Phoenix Warrior, who had lost the domineering look between her brows, was still struggling with her hair. In order to prevent her pink hair from affecting their outfits, she took great pains to tie a pigtail for herself and coiled it on the back of her head.

But the ends of her hair felt uncomfortable, and like a plant growing upwards in the desire to get more sunlight, there was a pigtail standing tenaciously at the "top of the world" on top of her head.

"Since you say you are a self-media person, then it is reasonable for you to dress a little exaggerated, right?"

Under the mask is Chika Fujiwara, who is grinning and having her hair itchy because of a momentary interest.

"Your hair is still pointy... If you lose your hair, don't blame me. It wasn't my idea this time."

It turns out that this strategy of carrying a camera and pretending to be a self-media is quite normal, but Ogino had something urgent to do and was out of the drama club.

As a result, Senior Sister with Bow Tie looked around but couldn't sit still.

When she saw the head of the drama department who came to serve them water was wearing a performance costume, she suddenly had an idea and decided to add some extra spice to this trip.

She went in and out of the dressing room several times but couldn't find a dress that suited her taste.

Just then, she had a sudden idea and went straight to the place where the cosplay costumes were stored.

Just as the places the protagonist of the game goes become more and more dangerous, under the witness of the blue uniforms of Teitan High School, they found the Ultra Brothers and the monster suits.

Then, under JOJO's wonderful costumes, she pushed open a box that had been refrigerated in the corner for many years and finally found the costumes that satisfied her.

...As expected of Shuchiin, this leather suit might be the same version used when the movie was filmed back then. It feels old but not broken.

I can only say that it's all Ogino's fault. You'd better be innocent, otherwise I'll come up and avenge Ishigami for my costume change!

Xing Yuanhui ignored Fujiwara Chika who took off her mask and rearranged her hair, and was looking through the information sent by Quan Jing, sorting out the information that might be used later.

This resume is indeed very impressive. He has been a child star since he was young, attended national events many times, and also received special reports from the media.

Although the dramas he filmed were not some popular TV series, his performance experience perfectly met the outrageous recruitment requirements of wanting ten years of work experience at the age of eighteen.

But...

The boy clicked on the next document, which was the highlight.

"Young hunk's love affair exposed! He wore couple outfits and interacted intimately with a female star. His private life is even better than his TV character?!" "Breaking news! A popular young man was dating a female student?!" and other eye-catching texts came into view.

Wow, the title party has played it very clearly for you, what does it mean to make men silent and women cry?

There are all kinds of blurry photos, some of which have even been marked as "fake" by the paparazzi themselves. Doesn't that affect newspapers and media making a big fuss about them?

Even if many of them are just fabricated, there are so many of them... Did this kid's hormones explode overnight after entering junior high school? Both outside and inside the school? Whose time management master?

Thanks to his father, Ogino's reputation outside was well maintained by his family. I don't know how much effort it took.

Xing Yuanhui took out the notebook given to him by the president for reference.

It contained private discussions among drama club members about Ogino, and some people saw him shopping outside with a female student they had never spoken to in school.

Although some people asked him indirectly about it afterwards, Ogino said that she was just a younger sister.

Naturally, this response did not gain everyone's trust, but these were just some blurry photos of backs, and they were not convincing enough to be used as evidence.

Many of these people already hate Ogino, so it is difficult to tell whether they believe the truth or simply want to see the fall of Ogino's "glorious" image.

The same goes for information outside of school. It is hard to tell whether these reporters really want to know the background story behind the scenes or simply want traffic.

All in all, it's a mixed bag...

Pick some more serious ones, and then judge the truth directly from his expression?

Xing Yuanhui looked at the senior who was still trying hard to adjust it, and looked at her with difficulty: "Be gentle with your hair, do you really want to... um!?"

Fujiwara Chika smiled and retracted her fist: "I am happy that you care about me. But I don't like you always complaining about your hair loss."

"Why are you making such a fuss?" Glancing at the senior who was beginning to merge with the Phoenix Warrior, Xing Yuanhui patted her shoulder and said, "Let's get down to business. Fujiwara, what do you think? Regarding the interview later?"

Although it's called an interview, considering the purpose of this trip and the two people's attire... this is an interrogation, right?

"Let me see first..."

She reached out to ask for Xing Yuanhui's cell phone, but the boy didn't care and handed over the extra organs of humans in this era without any defense.

Anyway, there is nothing inappropriate for children, and there are computers here.

The light from the screen hit the Phoenix Warrior's mask without any obstruction. The pale color spread across the mask, making him look... more like a terrorist.

She looked at it for a long time, then raised her head, with the three holes on the mask facing Xing Yuanhui.