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"Huh." Baiyin heaved a sigh of relief. "Two new people here right away, that's a big help."

"Shi Shang is the accountant, what about me?" Xing Yuanhui asked, pointing at himself.

"Well, how about general affairs?" Baiyin replied hesitantly.

Xingyuan is very strong, and his ability and willingness to solve problems were well demonstrated during the investigation.

"It sounds good." Xing Yuanhui was quite satisfied with the title of this position. He clasped his fists and said seriously, "Well, Hui, I have been wandering for half my life and only regret that I have never met a wise master. If you don't abandon me..."

Ishigami couldn't help laughing and said, "Isn't General Affairs just a job for chores? It shouldn't be so serious, right?"

"Let's just talk about the logistics captain, and you're the one who settles the accounts." Xing Yuanhui counterattacked mercilessly.

"Oh~, it really feels like a ceremony. President! I also want to hold my initiation ceremony again!" Fujiwara Chika took the opportunity to raise her hand and make a fuss, as if she was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

He gave a thumbs up in agreement, saying that a sense of ritual was different: "Senior Fujiwara really understands me. It's not good to repeat the ritual. I suggest killing a chicken and worshipping each other."

"Good idea!" Fujiwara Chika responded with a dangerous smile. The two of them chuckled and planned to go to the cafeteria to get some pomegranate juice or watermelon juice.

"Xingyuan classmate, where do you get so many evil tricks from..." Kaguya covered her face and rubbed her temples, looking at Xingyuan Teru and Fujiwara Chika who were making a fuss together with helplessness and amusement.

"Well, at least it's more lively than before." Shirogane comforted Kaguya, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he watched the student union gradually grow.

Chapter 64: What student doesn’t skip classes?

Time passed quickly amidst the noise in the student union room.

Shirogane sat at his desk and continued his pre-lunch work, while he listened to Xing Yuanhui discussing with Fujiwara Chika about going to the handicraft department to find a Guan Gong statue, hoping to bring one back to the student union room so that they could form an alliance by dipping it in tomato juice, but he was hit by Kaguya while his pen tip lightly skimmed over the documents.

Applications for permission to participate in club activities, letters from individual students, detailed reports to the principal...

Let’s start with the simple things first, since we don’t have much time at noon.

After finishing some small documents, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair and stretched his body comfortably. When he opened his eyes again, he subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall.

Seeing that it was getting late, Shirogane turned to look at Hoshibuchi Teru and Fujiwara Chika who were arguing on the sofa about who was the boss, Ishigami who was sitting quietly watching the show, and Kaguya who was standing beside him and giving advice from time to time.

"It's getting late, everyone should go back to the classroom. It will be bad if you are late for class." After he reminded them, he lowered his head and sorted out the documents on the table.

The other three responded, cleaned up the garbage, and prepared to dispose of the packaging and other things.

Baiyin looked at the messy desk, thinking to himself that he had not paid enough attention when he was sorting the documents just now. Some papers were overlapping, making it difficult to sort them at first.

Seeing this, Kaguya naturally stepped forward to help the president organize and categorize the documents without waiting for him to speak, sorting the marked completed documents into layers according to the places they were to be submitted.

It looks like it will take some time. She looked at the dozen or so documents, calculating in her mind how long it would take.

After thinking for a while, the vice president looked up at the two boys who opened the door and left first, and Fujiwara Chika who was waiting for her with her bag, and said apologetically, "Fujiwara-san, please go first. We will probably need another three or four minutes."

"Okay~." Fujiwara Chika blinked, then turned and left without any surprise.

This happened a lot in the past. The president and Kaguya always went to work on the student union at noon, and nine out of ten times they had to spend time sorting out the messy papers.

When people want to help, they are always rejected and told that two people are enough. It's so annoying.

Fujiwara Chika quickly caught up with Xing Yuanhui and Ishigami who were walking in front. The boys stopped when they heard the footsteps behind them, and waited for the butterfly-like girl to walk down the stairs.

While walking on the road, Xing Yuanhui suddenly remembered something, turned slightly, looked at Fujiwara Chika and asked: "Speaking of which, Fujiwara-senpai, don't we need to join the LINE group?"

Suddenly he realized that he didn't even have the contact information of a student union member. He hadn't asked for her contact information before because he felt it would be presumptuous to ask, and since Fujiwara Chika was in the same team with him.

Ishigami standing by was also very interested in this question - he also felt that it was weird to ask for it. It was impossible for a otaku to take the initiative to ask for other people's contact information, even for female classmates!

It couldn't be better for him to understand it now through Xing Yuanhui's words. In real life, he likes to shrink in the corner and watch others. He has been like this before the third year of junior high school and it has nothing to do with Ogino.

"Uh..." Fujiwara Chika blinked and looked into Xing Yuanhui's eyes, trying to pass the cuteness test and avoid answering the question.

Seeing her like this, Xing Yuanhui knew that there must be some hidden secret, but he didn't say anything to expose it. He just stood there and stared at Fujiwara Chika without blinking.

Both of them stopped, and Ishigami himself couldn't move anymore, so he paused and looked back and forth at Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika.

What's going on between these two people? Why do they get along so naturally?

...Could it be?!

Shi Shang's body suddenly trembled, and he thought of a possibility - could these two guys be in that kind of relationship?

Could this be the case? No, I need to take a closer look...

Therefore, while the two of them were looking at each other silently, a pair of suspicious eyes appeared beside them, putting pressure on them.

Fujiwara Chika looked at Ishigami and then at Xing Yuanhui. She couldn't resist and blinked.

Xing Yuanhui clearly captured this moment, and happily clapped his hands and pointed at Fujiwara Chika: "You lost, you can say it now."

"Who played games with you?" Fujiwara Chika blinked frantically, allowing the liquid to evenly spread on the surface of her dry eyes to keep them moist, thereby relieving the discomfort in her eyes.

She resisted the urge to rub it, shaking her head and blinking her eyelids for a while before she felt better. She didn't want to play tricks, so she explained, "It's not a big problem, it's just that two people can't use Line, so where can we get a group?"

Xing Yuanhui and Ishigami, who were also closing their eyes to recover, forcibly opened their eyelids and said in disbelief at the same time, enduring the pain of dry eyes: "Ah? Impossible?"

"Really?" Fujiwara Chika pouted, seeming very dissatisfied with Xing Yuanhui's disbelief in her, and muttered, "The president doesn't have a cell phone, and Kaguya-san uses an old flip phone, how can she add Line?"

The boys looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

Is this still Japan in the Reiwa era?

Seeing them doubting their lives, Fujiwara Chika sighed and continued:

"I'm not lying to you. Kaguya-san is fine. At least we can still communicate by phone or text message. The president is just like a primitive man in a cave. He said something like 'there's no need to follow the trends around you'. Not to mention smartphones, he doesn't even have a non-touch-screen phone."

"At the president's house..." Xing Yuanhui said a few words, but felt that the words that followed were too sharp, so he could only leave it blank.

Forget about President Shirogane, but a daughter of a chaebol like Senior Shinomiya will be eliminated by the times if she is so opposed to modern technology!

Ishigami was thinking about whether to give his old phone to the president, but for some reason he felt that it was a bit humiliating and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"..." Fujiwara Chika scratched her face and said helplessly, "Anyway, this is the situation."

After all, none of the three of them would do anything like talking about other people's families, so they could only force themselves to end the topic.

She took out her phone, lit it up, and said with a light cough, "Anyway, there's only Fujiwara-senpai's line! You can ask Kaguya-san's phone number and email address in private."

Xing Yuanhui took out his cell phone and exchanged it with Fujiwara Chika's line number. He also wrote down her phone number and email address, and did not comment on what she said.

It always feels awkward, so forget it...

The boys looked at each other again, and somehow they both knew what the other was thinking - it was best not to ask, to avoid embarrassment.

Anyway, we are all students. We see each other every day at school. We are all members of the Student Union, so there is no rush to get their contact information.

After the three exchanged contact information, they walked to the teaching building. Because the boys didn't want to bring the garbage back to the classroom, they went straight to the garbage disposal area on campus, ignoring the locked garbage incinerator next to it and threw the sorted garbage into the corresponding places.

After the bubble economy entered Japan, the traditional end-of-life treatment methods could not solve the pollution problems caused by the sharp increase in the amount and types of garbage. In order to save the cost of garbage recycling, the Japanese government adjusted its garbage management policy and shifted the focus of treatment to the production and consumption links, and garbage classification came into being.

After the policy change, Japan started garbage sorting education from kindergarten, and there are also corresponding environmental protection courses in the communities where they live. Students have been painfully questioning themselves from an early age about which category of garbage they belong to among combustible garbage, non-combustible garbage, recyclable garbage, etc. It is extremely painful.

Therefore, in order to further save costs, there will even be garbage incinerators in the school, which can dispose of combustible garbage in advance and reduce the cost of transporting garbage out of the school.

Of course, this is not all good. The strict requirements for garbage classification mean that Japanese people have to check what day of the week it is when they go out to throw away garbage. If it is not the corresponding date, they cannot throw away the corresponding garbage, and they will be fined if they force to throw away the garbage.

When throwing away some large pieces of furniture, you may even have to contact the relevant person and pay him to help you dispose of it, otherwise you may receive complaints.

After a beautiful throw, Xing Yuanhui applauded Ishigami. Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the classroom, he was stopped by a lady who was so long that his head could not be seen.

"Hey! How can you two throw things into the trash can? What if the bag is not tied tightly and the trash falls out? Do you know how to clean it up?"

Um? Who is speaking?

Xing Yuanhui and Ishigami turned sideways and shook their heads left and right frantically until a cough was heard from below. They lowered their heads and saw the person who was shouting.

The righteous monster was holding a can in his hand. It seemed that he had finished the drink and wanted to get rid of it before returning to the classroom. He had the same idea as the two little guys.

Seeing them looking over, Iino put her hands on her hips and spread her legs, with the aura of a discipline committee member fully displayed. The armband symbolizing discipline was glowing in the sun. She stood there majestically, staring at Xing Yuanhui and Ishigami.

But she was too short, and her aura could only reach Ishigami's chest. The expression on his face revealed the surprise and nervousness of the encounter.

This was the case for Shi Shang, and it was even more so for Xing Yuanhui, who was a little taller than him.

Although it's not as exaggerated as jumping up and hitting you on the knee, it's almost there. He stood on tiptoe, and if Iino looked straight ahead, he could only see his belly button.

Here, the two's advantage in high-altitude ground strikes was very obvious, and they were not at all overwhelmed by Iino's momentum.

Although being able to make people bow their heads is indeed a very powerful ability, it also needs to be analyzed based on specific circumstances.

There are "tough guys" in this world who will force you to bow your head or sit down as soon as they ask you to. But you should know that the consequences of offending them may be extremely serious. The worst result may be that you cannot leave the house for a month.

But Iino is obviously not in this category. She is too short, and looks like a corgi when angry. Moreover, she is a beautiful girl with a delicate voice. For some special people, being yelled at can even be considered a reward...

But Xing Yuanhui and Ishigami were obviously not in this category. After recognizing who was shouting, Ishigami paused for a moment, then pretended to look at the scenery and went to look at the locked incinerator on the side.

Oh, protecting the environment and conserving resources is everyone's responsibility. Should I become a health committee member and shout "Let fire evolve everything" here every afternoon?

After recognizing who the two boys were, Iino's brutality subsided on her own initiative. It was not known whether she was being friendly to someone she knew, or she realized the cruel reality that no matter how loud she shouted, she would have no dignity at all as long as the other person looked down at her.

Regardless of Ishigami who was obviously avoiding him, Xing Yuanhui stepped forward, scratched his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Iino-san, I won't do it next time."

This is obviously a very small matter. There is no need to argue with the discipline committee member over such a matter. It is not a big deal.

Iino came over to check the ground and found that the garbage had not fallen out. He did not continue to hold on to it, but said seriously: "It's good that it is not messed up. If it is knocked over, whether you clean it up yourself or sneak away and hand it over to the sanitation committee, it will not benefit anyone."

After she finished speaking, her gaze shifted from Xing Yuanhui to Ishigami. The latter felt the gaze, shrank his head, and began to play ostrich in the hope that the other party would let him go.

Seeing that he was retreating, Iino took a few steps forward. Now her lack of height became an advantage. She only had to raise her head slightly to look into Ishigami's eyes.

The sudden appearance of the chestnut-haired and chestnut-eyed woman caused Ishigami to retreat step by step. He took a few steps back in panic and continued to hide aside without saying a word.

Iino...what should I say to her? There seems to be a lot I want to say, but now I can't think of anything.

From Ishigami's eyes, I could see the hesitation of Iino and she did not continue to pursue the victory. Ishigami now had no way to retreat. As long as she took a few more steps forward, the gloomy man who was retreating would have to choose one of the trash cans marked "non-recyclable garbage" and "recyclable garbage".

She snorted, then turned to Xing Yuanhui and asked, "Since he's back at school, that means the student union's investigation is over, right?"

Xing Yuanhui nodded and replied: "Yes, but I can't go into detail. In a few days you will see some... follow-up news."

He nodded vaguely at Iino, hoping that she was a child who would watch the news.

"I see..." Iino threw away the garbage and glanced back at Ishigami. Seeing that he was still looking down and not saying anything, he suddenly felt annoyed and said to Ishigami impatiently, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Ishigami finally raised his head and looked directly into Iino's eyes. He felt a little embarrassed, but knew he couldn't hide any longer.

Iino has helped me, although I can't come up with anything suitable to thank you, but...

He looked at this friend who had known each other as marginal figures in junior high school and muttered incoherently:

"About... Ogino... I..."

Ishigami said it reluctantly, and anyone could feel the extreme shame from his blushing face. People with strong empathy might even help this shy teenager dig a three-bedroom, one-living-room house on the ground.

The discipline committee member heard nothing. His face twitched and his brows furrowed, but he still listened patiently.

In this situation where the days seemed like years, Ishigami hesitated and still couldn't utter a single audible sentence.

How can this be? Ishigami! Is this how you thank her?

No! No matter what, I have to say it out loud! Take out your courage and use up the energy that my mother has brought to the lunch box she has worked so hard to make for me. Even if it is me, I have to say it out loud at this time!

The hand hanging naturally on the stone had already clenched unconsciously, veins popped out, the outline of the joints had never been so obvious, nails pierced into the flesh, whipping his nerves, forcing this useless man to at least...

But time kept passing, Ishigami still couldn't shout out, and his voice kept getting smaller and smaller.

Xing Yuanhui wanted to step forward to rescue the friend he just met, but seeing that he was pursing his lips, his body was stiff and straight, his arms were pressed against his body, as if he was controlling himself not to run away. Right here, at this moment, he should say what he should say.

Since he still insists, how can I, as an outsider, stop him privately? Xing Yuanhui didn't dare to speak, fearing that his identity as a bystander would be the last straw that overwhelmed Shi Shang's courage.

It was obvious that he had reached his limit. If his brain suddenly knew that someone was watching him talk all his life, the fire in his heart might be extinguished.

But until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Ishigami still couldn't do it.

Iino kicked the man with bangs that were obviously too long in annoyance, scolded himself in his heart for wasting time, then turned around without hesitation and left in unhappiness.

Ishigami looked at the familiar figure, and the memories of his past regret suddenly flooded out. He kept pacing in the room thinking about "what if...", and kept writing and crossing out in the notebook. He was captured by the memories and kept being trapped in the trap of the past, the regretful self.

This time... I must not retreat!

He finally summoned up his last bit of strength and shouted at her in a strong voice: "I'm sorry! Thank you!"

His language center really couldn't understand what it meant to speak in a tactful, grand, graceful and straightforward way. It was just stimulated by the ringing sound and the back view, and he spoke out the two deepest themes in Ishigami's mind.

Xing Yuanhui breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Shi Shang in awe, thinking, you kid finally said it, but it was too direct, you won’t go home and hug your pillow with a red face and curse your current self, right?

When Iino heard these two voices, her face turned red.