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Kaguya stood beside the sofa and couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

Really, can anyone tell me where the quiet Chika Fujiwara in junior high school went? Why did the outstanding classmate who won the gold medal in elementary school become like this?

The vice president looked at Fujiwara Chika, who had her ear pressed against the door without any burden of being a senior, and sighed earnestly.

“Kaguya-san! I’m not eavesdropping on the privacy of the general affairs student!” Fujiwara Chika raised her finger and said confidently, “I’m just caring about my junior! What if he feels that the general affairs work is too tiring and he becomes depressed? Who knows, maybe one day he will suddenly apply for resignation!”

Ishigami narrowed his eyes and complained in his heart: If he quits the student union, can't you just get him into the board game club openly?

But he is now Secretary Fujiwara's accomplice and is currently listening carefully on the other side of the student union door. It would be inconvenient for him to ruin his own people's plans.

After all, this classmate knew too much. He knew the dark history brought about by his inexplicable sense of justice, and he had also witnessed the warmth of the mother-son love. Of course, he also wanted to know something about Xing Yuanhui.

Although everyone is a good person and will not make fun of him for these things, this is a necessary sacrifice in order to achieve psychological balance!

Only when both parties know each other's dark history can they be good brothers for life!

Otherwise, why is it that the condition for joining some gangs is to run naked? It is said that people must go through trials and tribulations before they can get along with each other. So what if there is no experience? If there are no difficulties, create them and go for it!

Isn’t it because only when everyone has done it can we focus on being with our new brothers like a family?

"Xingyuan doesn't feel tired at all at his current job, right?" Baiyin thought about Xingyuanhui's actions in the student union these days. "Except when he went out to move things, he was always playing games with Ishigami."

Occasionally, he can team up with me in a trio, and in the student union I can enjoy the tea brewed by Sigong. The tea and snacks that used to be replenished once a month are now replenished once every half a month. Needless to say, how free he is here, right?

“No, President!” Ishigami nodded heavily, and then said resolutely, “As the saying goes, a thousand-mile dam collapses because of an ant hole. What Senior Fujiwara said is still very necessary.”

Baiyin raised his hand and hesitated: "No, you obviously have your own purpose..."

"Boom!"

For a moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the muffled sound.

"What's that sound?" Some people looked at the wall in confusion.

"Maybe it's just the wind blowing something here?" Some people were unmoved and still stuck to the door.

"But the sound sounds like it's coming from the outer wall of the second floor, and it's not a windy day today." Some people approached the window and their bodies stiffened, but they walked away calmly relying on the facial expression management skills taught by their family tutors over the years.

"Strong wind, a corridor that has been silent for a long time, a sound that is close at hand..." Some people have guessed something based on their understanding of Xing Yuanhui.

Fujiwara Chika's face changed, and she stepped back, reminding her accomplice, "Go!"

Ishigami looked at the secretary who suddenly retreated in confusion, his eyes full of question marks: "Where are you going..."

"It's too late, friends." Xing Yuanhui leaned on the windowsill with his arms. He had already made clear his goal, with a playful smile on his lips.

At this moment, the voice that reached Ishigami and Fujiwara Chika's ears was no longer the voice that always sounded relaxed and gentle, but the voice of a demon that was reborn from hell, broke through the siege and whispered in the ears of humans.

The young secretary held her head in her arms. She remembered vividly the last time Xing Yuanhui caught her and how he used his fists to pierce her ears and "massage" her head crazily. When she heard this voice again, she was so scared that she quickly hid behind her good friend Kaguya, trembling in fear, only daring to show her two eyes and watch secretly.

"Haha." Ishigami scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, his face twitching as he forced a smile, "Xingyuan, you can't do that. It's too dangerous to climb in through the window."

I thought those rumors about you were false. Have you really cultivated your body to the highest level?

Now if I say “Oh, Darling~, you have strong muscles all over your body”, I wonder if I can disgust him and save my life…

"If we don't do this..." Xing Yuanhui pushed hard with his hands and easily climbed into the student union. He hugged his chest and got close to them and said, "How can I get in without pushing the door open and bumping into you?"

Shirogane and Kaguya looked at each other, then stepped aside without any psychological pressure and watched the situation develop.

Anyway, it won't be a big deal. These three people will perform skits like this for no reason from time to time. Seeing them every few days, they are no longer surprised.

Feeling the pressure of Xing Yuanhui's gaze, Fujiwara Chika whispered, "I'm sorry, but we originally wanted to go to the teacher's office, but we saw you talking on the phone in the corridor, and we didn't know whether we should go over and eavesdrop."

Ishigami on the side was nodding his head frantically in agreement with his senior - he used to laugh at her for not having the temper of a senior when she met Xing Yuanhui, but now after being glared at, he finally understood.

"Well, forget it then." Xing Yuanhui looked at the two men and suddenly showed mercy and let them go. He then turned to Bai Yin and asked, "What's going on over there?"

Some people narrowed their eyes, as if prisoners saw the dawn of being released from prison, their eyes filled with joy of having escaped by chance.

Some people knew with their knees that there was no way this evil-minded younger generation could write off the matter so easily.

The president shrugged and replied, "It's nothing, just moving some things. If it wasn't something like this, we could go there ourselves."

"Oh, so that's it..." Xing Yuanhui touched his chin and raised his eyebrows.

Seeing him like this, Fujiwara Chika felt that the situation was hopeless - Xing Yuanhui was like this every time he came up with an idea.

"Then let's go. It's not good to keep the teacher waiting for too long." Xing Yuanhui patted Ishigami and Fujiwara Chika's shoulders with a smile on his face and encouraged them, "I'm relying on you this time. I accidentally hurt my hand when I climbed through the window just now."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Chika's heart completely died, and she shrank into a corner with a gloomy face. Ishimian's face froze, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to save the relationship, but he didn't know how to do it.

"But this shouldn't happen..."

"You said your hand was injured." The general affairs man smiled brightly. It was obvious that his hand was injured, but he covered his leg and limped a few steps, but no one said anything. "Come on!"

And so, today's student union was the first time that all the students left the school together at dusk.

After all, the one who can carry the most is not working hard. A few days ago, Xing Yuanhui took on 90% of the work for the benefit of the public, and the rest played games or read books, and then went home when they had enough fun. Only the Silver President stayed behind.

Xing Yuanhui and Bai Yin pushed their bicycles, and together with the accountant and secretary who were standing listlessly beside them, they saw off Miss Sigong, who was picked up by a special car.

After watching the Lincoln slowly disappear into the distance, the General Affairs Office said in admiration, "Hmm, this seems to be the first time I've seen the pomp and ceremony that aristocratic students attending an aristocratic school should have?"

"Yes, yes." Baiyin obviously didn't want to talk about this anymore, and quickly changed the subject, "It's getting late, let's go first."

Xing Yuanhui scratched his face while looking at Baiyin, then glanced back at the two people who had contributed the most to the work today, and said, "Although I also want to just leave, today we should still send these two hard-working people who are seriously suspected to be from a nursing home off."

“Who is from the nursing home…?”

Although she wanted to refute, Fujiwara Chika had lost her strength. She hung her head with her arms hanging naturally. Only the stubborn middle finger on her fingertips was holding on to the strap of her schoolbag to prevent it from slipping and falling to the ground.

The general manager who was in charge of overseeing the work today pointed his finger and said, "You all ran out of energy after moving the same number of boxes. Your movements were so synchronized that you could all go drive a mecha."

Even the expression on her face when she was lying on top of him and begging him for help was exactly the same. Did Ishigami change his gender or is Fujiwara Chika actually a man?

He added, "And in terms of contribution ratio, the president and vice president both contributed 30%, and no one cried out when they were moving. It was just the two of you, who contributed 20%, and you moved less but cried the loudest."

You see, Ishigami, as a man, didn't dare to respond at all, for fear of being despised, and was evenly matched with Fujiwara Chika, as a woman.

"Hmm..." But today, Fujiwara Chika really didn't have the energy to argue with Xingyuan Hui. She could only pout and mutter stubbornly, "Woo woo! Xingyuan, you are bullying me!"

Is that bullying? If you don't exercise your upper body strength, you two will soon degenerate into Tyrannosaurus Rex. You just hide and don't move things every day.

Xing Yuanhui looked at Fujiwara Chika with disdain, but seeing that she was indeed tired, he stopped talking to her to make her angry. He just put his bag on the luggage rack at the back and patted it after putting it in place.

"Okay, okay, although I think you deserve it today, you have indeed worked hard, so the president and I will drive you to the tram station." He glanced to the side, not knowing whether he was hiding his shyness or observing whether there were traffic police on the road.

In various Japanese works, as long as it involves a pair of lovers and a bicycle, it is like Chekhov's gun hanging on the wall. In the end, there is always a scene where one person rides a bicycle with another person riding in the sunset.

Comics, novels, movies and TV dramas that go against traffic regulations are probably a euphemism for saying that the relationship between two people is inseparable from the law, right?

Or maybe in the eyes of the Japanese, who are stereotyped as old-fashioned, this kind of thing is already quite rebellious?

Although the consequences of rebellion are not serious and are just verbal education, they are still wearing school uniforms.

But in the eyes of the pink-haired senior, Xing Yuanhui's behavior carried serious implications.

"Eh? Is it really okay?" The secretary looked up at Xing Yuanhui in surprise. She thought that at most she would be asked to sit on the bicycle and Xing Yuanhui would push her.

Willing to let myself sit in the back seat, like the heroine in a girl's comic sitting sideways behind the hero...

That's exactly what it means, right?!

Before Fujiwara Chika could finish her thoughts and blushed as she hesitated whether to ask quietly, "Xingyuan, do you like me?", Xingyuan Hui glanced around and said with a strong sense of stealth:

"Hurry up, I've observed this time, the traffic police are changing shifts, the risk is lowest at this time! If you get caught, I'll say that you pulled my car and forced it to go, and I'll make you go back and copy the relevant regulations three hundred times!"

...Ah! I was overthinking! How could this bad junior like me? Who would punch the person they like in the ears?

The horrifying memory of Xing Yuanhui's ruthless fist hitting her forehead and causing her brain to tremble once again surfaced, and Fujiwara Chika didn't think about it anymore.

She did not refuse and sat sideways on Xing Yuanhui's bag. She said to Baiyin and Shishang who were looking at her expressionlessly:

"Okay, let's get going! Didn't you hear Xingyuan say that this is the most precious time? I don't want to be watched and copy the traffic rules three hundred times after a hard day's work."

The two men were urged to turn their heads and look at Fujiwara at the same time, and after a moment they looked at each other with an unspeakable expression.

Baiyin looked at the capable accountant and thought confusedly: Accountant Ishigami is obviously very capable and has helped me solve many accounting difficulties, but why don’t I have any idea of helping him?

And Ishigami was also very reluctant - if I sat behind the president, wouldn't I be a zero in the eyes of others?

Wow, here is a guy who is contaminated by modern knowledge.

But seeing that Secretary Fujiwara had already gotten in the car, it seemed that the two grown men were being so hesitant and hesitant...

Therefore, today, the Japanese boys and girls who had dreams of carrying people on three bicycles had their hearts broken.

But it seems to be more than that, there is a little traffic jam today.

When an extended Lincoln stuck in traffic was overtaken by two bicycles with masked back seats, someone opened his mouth in a daze, and a heartbreaking voice was also heard.

Chapter 5 The sacred intercom connects us!

Ignoring the "good to be young" looks from passers-by, Xing Yuanhui kicked the footrest, tilted the car slightly, and then used his legs to support the car and the people on it, heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head and said, "Okay, suspect Fujiwara, you can get out of the car now."

Fujiwara Chika was swinging her legs leisurely in the back seat of the car, looking very contented. She moved her bag away from her face only after hearing Xing Yuanhui's call. She was not angry at being called a suspect, and laughed, "Eh? We're here? So fast!"

"Originally, Xiuzhiyuan is not far from the station. If it weren't for our bad luck, we would have arrived long ago." Xing Yuanhui said unhappily.

He shook his head and began to reach out to drive people away, making a sound like an animal: "Get out of the car, or else even if we can shamelessly endure the onlookers who don't know the truth, it will be difficult to explain when the traffic police come."

"What? I'm just having fun." Fujiwara Chika jumped lightly, and the heels of her loafers made a crisp sound when they hit the ground. "Oh, I didn't expect sitting behind someone to be so fun."

She turned around, holding her schoolbag with one hand behind her back, and raised the other hand to her forehead, making an incomprehensible gesture. Her face was dyed red by the setting sun, and she thanked Xing Yuanhui with curved eyebrows: "Thank you, Xing Yuan!"

Everyone could see that the girl with pink hair and a bow in her hair was very happy. Many people were heartbroken and they beat their chests and stamped their feet, angrily asking why no member of the opposite sex smiled at them like that during their school days?

Some people had even begun staring at Xing Yuanhui with jealous and resentful eyes, and among them there were a few women who were blessing them out of envy.

Damn it, shouldn't Tokyo residents be phone-obsessed? Why are they all joining in the fun?

Xing Yuanhui glanced around indifferently, and saw that the people around him began to imagine the past to them. He then looked at the pink-haired senior sister, and spit out a twitch on his face:

"Of course you'd be happy. It wasn't you who was being chased by the traffic police and tried to escape..."

……

The four of them got off to a bad start. Just as they drove out of an intersection, they ran into traffic police who were wandering on the road looking for food after get off work.

They were separated by a street at the time and their numbers were relatively opposite. The two people in the back seat silently raised the bags in their hands to protect their faces. Baiyin and Xingyuanhui held the handlebars with their hands. They had no choice but to turn their heads and ignore him, hoping that the officers would let him go.

What a beautiful moment this is. Adults and minors are separated by a zebra crossing. As the sun sets, warm yellow light shines on the black and white road, separating the two groups of people like a miracle.

Xing Yuanhui was very sure that before he turned back, he clearly saw that some traffic policemen had tears in their eyes, as if they were immersed in their own memories and unable to extricate themselves.

Anyone who saw this scene would think that these road commanders would let these students go, right?

But sometimes, when it rains, it is human nature to tear up the umbrella of those who come after you.

Otherwise, why has the relevant law not been amended in Japan over the years, even though the number of men and women riding bicycles together has increased faster than the economic growth?

"Once upon a time, I had a few bicycles and good friends in my youth. They and I leisurely explored every corner of this city, and finally left reluctantly with the sunset behind us."

Fujiwara Chika added fuel to the fire by explaining behind him: "At that time, I thought that even in the future, we would still have plenty of time and happiness to share with each other, and let time go reluctantly at dusk again and again! But now..."

She was still covering her face with the bag, raising her hands high and reciting the newly composed words to Xing Yuanhui with great emotion, acting like a free person with a san value of 0, crazy but not completely crazy.

Xing Yuanhui just moved his eyes silently without looking back. He had already noticed the movements of the noisy senior sister behind him through the change of his center of gravity and the displacement of his shadow.

It's over, this is an even more serious crime. Now I have to hope that the traffic police are hiding behind the scenes. Can't they see clearly whether Fujiwara Chika's "provocative" attitude is the same as waiting to die?

After reciting the words, Fujiwara Chika saw that Xing Yuanhui had no reaction, and poked Xing Yuanhui's waist with her elbow, dissatisfied: "Give me some reaction, I don't think I have ever written such a beautiful sentence in the exam."

Fujiwara-senpai, did you do this on purpose or by accident? Are you looking for a chance to avenge the sweaty mess you made an hour ago? !

"...Didn't you see the dark blue uniform he was wearing and the fluorescent green stripes on his clothes?"

A drop of sweat flowed down Xing Yuanhui's forehead. He was like a mouse seeing a cat. Although he seemed calm, he was actually already planning how to escape.

Look, Baiyin on the side has silently told Ishigami to hold on to his seat and not get thrown off.

"No way, those uncles will be moved by our 'youthful' aura at first sight, I'm sure they will let us go, right?" Fujiwara Chika thought optimistically, letting out a silly laugh hidden in her bag.

If you really think so, why are you covering your face? You are saying one thing and doing another, senior.

"Senior, listen to me calmly now." Xing Yuanhui exhaled and looked at the red light countdown in front of him. The five-second countdown had already begun. "You have to find a way to hold on to the seat, otherwise you will fly out in a moment."

"Huh? No, look at those uncles, they are so..."

Before Fujiwara Chika could finish her words, the traffic light turned from red to green. With the continuous sound of engines starting on the road, the cozy atmosphere just now disappeared in a second.

As if a whistle had been blown at a sports stadium, the traffic police immediately ran to the motorcycle on the side of the road using their hands and feet, and frantically took out the keys from their belts, just like robbers who had just robbed a bank.