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I heard a lot of things today that I shouldn't know. If I don't run away, something bad will happen...

"Let's go..." Fujiwara Chika looked at the door and said disappointedly, but she immediately noticed the ball on the ground and said with a raised tone, "Then let's see~, Xingyuan."

The "ball" suddenly became thorny, and slowly stood up and said helplessly: "Actually, I don't really want to watch it..."

No! We can’t lose the rhythm! We must seize the opportunity to win!

The general affairs officer changed his words and attacked, "Last time you clearly said that you liked the prince charming who fell from the sky, how come it became the president's personality? It's dishonest!"

Among all kinds of martial arts, the one who strikes first will win!

"This, this..." Fujiwara Chika didn't expect him to say this, and said guiltily, "Then just assume that this is what I like!"

She hurriedly flipped through the page with the tough scene, her hand almost reaching for Xing Yuanhui's face.

Good! Seize the opportunity!

"Heh." He threw the book over, and under his neat short hair, his eyes with unique charm gradually approached the shy girl, and he said magnetically, "Woman, you are playing with fire."

Eh? Eh?! Is Xing Yuan going to...!

As he pressed on, Fujiwara Chika closed her eyes, waved her hands around, and murmured incoherently, "This won't work..."

But soon, her words became even more vague because Xing Yuanhui was pulling her soft face unscrupulously.

Hahaha, I've wanted to do this for a long time! Today I finally decided to do it. I'll teach you a lesson so that you can stop doing those nonsense things on weekdays!

After realizing that her junior was attacking her in a horrific way, Fujiwara Chika suddenly regained control of her body, waved her hands back with force and precision, and shouted, "Ouch! How dare you pinch my face!"

The ambiguous atmosphere brought by the girls' comics was completely broken at this moment.

"Fujiwara, pay the price for what you did!" The general manager, who had been thinking about revenge for the ball, was laughing.

Chapter 24: Feeling Not as Good as Yan Fang's Tai Chi

Afternoon, Grade 1 classroom.

The afternoon sun shines through the glass onto the students sitting by the window. It’s the day to change into summer school uniforms, and the sun is warm but not scorching.

Xing Yuanhui looked up at the teacher writing on the blackboard from time to time, and after confirming that the teacher was not paying attention to them, he continued to write questions on traffic theory knowledge intermittently.

There is no faster way to remember complicated textual knowledge than practicing exercises. Just pay a little attention when practicing, write down the wrong questions, and you will be able to pass them quickly.

After all, the exam requires choices and judgments, and you don’t need to memorize anything when you use the tactic of solving a large number of questions. So why not?

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I can just listen to the history and Chinese lessons in class. I don’t need a teacher to teach math, physics and chemistry, so I might as well do some exercises.

Uncle Baiyin has been using his newly bought Honda cb400 to reminisce his past memories these days - he hasn't ridden a motorcycle for a long time, so he has to go back to school and rebuild before teaching Xing Yuanhui.

He wrote very seriously. Apart from subconsciously observing the teacher's actions, Xing Yuanhui was so absorbed in doing the exercises that he didn't even notice the bell ringing for the end of get out of class.

I was woken up by the ringing of the bell while sleeping soundly at the next table. I lay on the table with sleepy eyes and absent-minded for a long time before I slowly woke up.

"Xingyuan..." He was just about to say hello to his friend and go to the Student Union together, but when he saw Xingyuanhui doing homework, he lowered his voice, took out his phone and waited.

When Xingyuan gets his driver's license, I can ride in his car openly, and there will be a special car taking me to the station after school every day, right?

Ah~, what a joyful time that will be!

Ishigami couldn't help but spread his arms, reveling in the not-too-distant future.

Onodera, who was about to leave for the club, glanced at the bad students and admired them very much. He said with emotion: "I have to say, you are the people who make the best use of class time that I have ever seen. Have you ever attended the class?"

"Why not listen?" Ishigami asked back, then he puffed out his chest and said proudly, "I believe in my cerebral cortex! There must be countless knowledge in its folds that I can't remember!"

He had not yet realized that his golden ticket of immunity had expired and was overjoyed at his special treatment. When he thought about how he was not forced to take make-up classes by the teacher the last time he failed a course, he played games even more unbridled.

I am invincible as there is no punishment for failing a course!

Onodera was silent for a moment, then he pressed his forehead and waved his hand as he walked out of the classroom, as if he had given up on them: "...Then I wish you good luck, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow..." Ishigami waved goodbye to her back.

A few minutes later.

"Okay, let's go." Xing Yuanhui put a bookmark on the wrong question page and put away the tutorial book. He looked up and knew that Ishigami was waiting for him. He said casually, "Actually, you can go to the Student Union first."

Ishigami shrugged and said, "It won't delay anything, just wait."

"Um... Xingyuan-san, could you please come over here for a moment?"

At the classroom door, which neither of them noticed, a strange student was waving at them.

Xing Yuanhui picked up his schoolbag and walked over with his friend, very confused: "What's the matter?"

Could it be that some teacher is just using student union members as chores again?

"I'm a member of the drama club." He put his hand on his chest to introduce himself. Since we were strangers, he didn't make up a name and went straight to the point. "The director asked me to come to you. He said he needs your help."

The two student union members looked at each other, and the general affairs officer naturally handed the schoolbag to the accountant, who also naturally took it.

After the exchange meeting, he was in a state of panic. As soon as he left the classroom, he had to do all kinds of ambushes, work, and coordination. The students were too lazy to walk a few more steps to the student union.

But this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that they "dare not" look for Ishigami. They will only look for him after the president makes new arrangements.

Now you are simply the Cthulhu of the campus, incomprehensible and inexpressible, and most people can't see you, Ishigami.

I don't know when this situation will end...

When Xing Yuanhui arrived at the drama department, he saw the director wielding his fists under the stage as soon as he entered the door. He walked over and asked, "So, what did you come to me for? To move things?"

He was quite familiar with the drama department. After all, he would get the gangster mask from there every now and then, which was somewhat of a favor.

The minister smiled gently and did not explain. He used his fingers to make a frame and looked at Xing Yuanhui carefully, examining the meat on the chopping board.

After she finished her gesture, she raised the corners of her mouth and whispered, "Is Xingyuan interested in acting?"

Hearing this, Xing Yuanhui decisively took a step back and immediately waved his hand to refuse: "I'm not interested at all. If this is all, I'll take my leave."

People in the drama department like to do some awkward dramas when they have nothing to do, under the pretext that acting skills need to be practiced.

There is certainly nothing to blame here. As an actor, this level of training can only be considered as little.

However, they would use cameras at various angles on the stage to record the performers' on-the-spot performances, which Xing Yuanhui could not accept.

Dancing is one thing, but being in front of a camera is another. He hates this kind of thing and feels very uncomfortable.

"Is that so?" An innocent voice appeared behind Xing Yuanhui. He turned around and saw that it was Fujiwara Chika.

She was wearing an extremely simple white drop dress today, slippers on her feet, and the same bright bow hair accessory on her head.

The effect of this simple combination...it all depends on your figure and face. It's the kind of outfit that looks good if it looks good and looks ugly if it looks ugly. If it's in the middle, there's no chance of saving it.

But, well... I have to admit that she has a good figure, and as always, she has a silly expression when she smiles, which makes her look a bit pure like a girl!

Xing Yuanhui took another step back and looked at her warily: "Who are you? How could the Fujiwara-senpai I know be so flawless?"

There is even a feeling of a little angel. This is no longer an ordinary abnormality. Stay alert!

It is well known that Chaos Demons are good at hiding their identities!

Fujiwara Chika put her hands on her hips in displeasure and said, "Why do you have such an attitude? Have I changed so much?"

After staring at him for a while, the pink-haired girl was not very confident and was secretly looking at herself.

It shouldn't be ugly, right? Kaguya-san said it was good and had a strong impact.

"It's quite big." The general affairs officer said his usual nonsense. "It feels like an orangutan pretending to be a human. It surprises me as much as if an orangutan could actually drive a car."

"You can't say that." Kaguya, who had changed into an ordinary white dress, patted the general manager's shoulder, "If you describe a girl like that, people will dislike you."

But if I don’t say this, I’ll feel uncomfortable. Anyway, she’ll be fine after a while…

Forget it, let's compromise. After all, there are outsiders watching. It would be bad if news came out that "the general affairs officer of the student union is rebellious and openly defies the senior secretary."

Xing Yuanhui slowly raised a finger and said mysteriously, "A piece of cake."

"Five dollars!" Fujiwara Chika understood immediately and entered into negotiation mode.

The minister who was wandering around was a little confused. Kaguya walked over to her and said with a smile: "Don't mind it. This is the relationship between the two of them."

"I see..." The minister touched his chin, but his pupils began to glow with a different color.

It looks like I'll be able to see some extremely rare scenes today, which is worth it.

Over there, Kaguya started talking to the minister, and the negotiations here came to an end.

"Three pieces is three pieces, but I want to go with you to choose later!" Fujiwara Chika pouted, but she still accepted Xing Yuanhui's bribe, "You will definitely choose the one with the most calories, which will make me feel like I can't eat it or not!"

In response, the general affairs officer laughed dryly - it was not intentional, since they had already treated us to a meal, there was no need to poison the thank-you gift.

He simply thought they looked delicious.

"You can choose it if you want." Xing Yuanhui slightly raised his eyes and glanced at Kaguya, then tilted his head to ask Fujiwara Chika, "So you are here to perform as well? The drama club is not short of people, right?"

Fujiwara Chika was tidying up her clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles as she answered, "Don't you know? The drama department said they lack inspiration for their own scripts, and they want some special people to perform to help them find inspiration."

Someone special... No wonder there's Shinomiya-senpai.

"But I don't want to take the photo." As a junior, Xing Yuanhui rarely complained to his senior sister, "How about I add another five dollars, and senior sister, help me think of a way to let me slip away."

"Ah? Why?" Originally, Fujiwara Chika knew that the minister had gone to see Xing Yuanhui, and she was quite happily planning how to take revenge and get back at the grudge of last time.

I didn't expect him to be unhappy. I felt a little aggrieved and thought that my plan that I had been thinking about for a long time had gone down the drain: "Don't you think it's interesting?"

When you say it's interesting, I want to run away even more...

Xing Yuanhui coughed lightly and explained: "It's not that I'm against performing on stage, it's just that I don't want to appear in front of the camera."

Hearing this, the pink-haired girl flattened her lips and said sarcastically, "Are you an old man from the last century?"

"Then you don't have to worry." Kaguya heard what the general affairs officer said and tilted her head to explain, "This time it will be a little special. The drama club will not be filming."

After all, the Shinomiya family does not allow any video footage to appear.

"Is that so?" Xing Yuanhui scratched his head and shrugged, "Then I have no objection."

The debt of favor is the most difficult to deal with. This time, I can repay the debt of favor to the drama department, which can be considered a good deal.

"Then follow this classmate to change clothes~." The director who was eavesdropping on the side pushed out a member of the drama club, "I have prepared the script a long time ago, right?"

Well prepared...

A few minutes later, Xing Yuanhui came back wearing strange clothes.

"Hey." The suppressed general affairs officer ignored the gender difference and pressed the headmaster's shoulder, exerting a little force, "Why are my clothes so tattered? There should be a limit to ripped clothes, right?!"

His clothes were very strange. There were dozens of holes of different sizes on his shirt and pants. The holes were covered with some cloth that would fall off with the slightest touch.

Just when he was putting on his clothes, a slight shake caused flowers to scatter from the sky. The scene was quite spectacular.

At this intensity, if the wind blows, it will be "broken in the middle" directly, and if it blows again, it will be "badly broken". What kind of sexy clothing is this?

What is your script? The Monkey King's clothes are torn apart by the banana fan?

And the moment Xing Yuanhui raised his hand, several pieces of cloth fell off his body, revealing his delicate abdominal muscles and solid biceps.

Fujiwara Chika immediately covered her face with her hands, but the gaps between her fingers were wider than the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon, and she looked around while blushing.

The vice president still had some shame and turned his back silently.

In response, the general affairs officer's face darkened even more, and he silently clenched his other fist.

"My idea is to have you imitate the scene of clothes being shredded in a flurry of swordplay." The minister raised his eyes and stared at him sharply, "Isn't the effect good?"

Xing Yuanhui's face twitched, and a few more pieces fell off in a moment, and his underwear was about to show.

"… Let's not talk about whether it's okay or not." He said calmly, "At least you have to let me move normally!"

“Please!” The minister put his hands together and begged sincerely, “No one wants to, but I have no choice but to ask the student union for help! They all said that the exposure is too high!”

"Is the Student Union some poor organization that can't even afford clothes?!" Xing Yuanhui was so excited that he broke down. "I'm going to reject your request too!"

No wonder the guy who led the way just now looked so strange! It seems that I would rather die than my friends!

"Okay." Seeing that his draft was rejected, the minister's face fell instantly. He clapped his hands and asked his subordinate to hand over a small box. "Just use a Band-Aid to cover the fabric. At least it won't fall off."

He took it, but was met with a gaze even hotter than before.