Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"I wouldn't have given birth to such an idiotic daughter."

Yinglili:~(／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧

Chapter 23 About Lunye

"Is there something on my face?"

After the last banquet, Mori Tsukisa had prepared an explanation to Eriri, but after hearing it, the other party just replied with a wooden face, "I know."

In the next few days, this guy often looked at him with strange eyes.

"Um, no, nothing." Eriri shook her head: "Tsukisa, have you decided on the program for the cultural festival?"

To be honest, this is all my own fault.

As the instructor, Shizuka Hiratsuka called the girl to her office a few days ago with an excited look on her face.

'Hey, I sang this song to my grandma last time. Can you sing it again?'

The teacher did not have the seriousness of a teacher at all. He squatted on the sofa, rubbing his hands while looking at Mori Yuesa.

Like a large and active female kangaroo.

Don't treat Mori Yuesha as an outsider at all.

The girl refused immediately.

"What? You sing so beautifully, maybe a talent scout will take a liking to Yuesha-chan."

The other party read out a name.

It is a cutting-edge cultural company. Originally a small and unknown company, it has launched popular idols one after another this year, so that the company's name has become popular instantly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hiratsuka, my wealth is enough to buy that scout and that company." Fuhaosen refused coldly.

"Well, after all, we experienced the extraordinary event together..."

So what is your purpose?

The cultural festival is a spontaneous activity organized by the student group. Whether you sing or not, there is no benefit to you, right?

Hiratsuka Shizuka lit a cigarette and held it between her fingertips.

"Sorry." She dropped the joke, pursed her lips, and hesitated for a long time.

"Actually...after that day, my grandma would often talk about the past of musicals." The cigarette slowly rose, and Shizuka Hiratsuka stared at the smoke and murmured: "I think if you were standing on the stage, I would record that segment completely..."

The woman smiled bitterly: "I know that the so-called recovery and getting better are all wishful thinking. But seeing that grandma likes it so much..."

"Even if it means fulfilling her wish, I want to try and make her happy. Can you please——"

Putting out the cigarette casually, Shizuka Hiratsuka knelt on the sofa and bowed deeply to Mori Yuesa!

"Please! Mori Tsukisa! If you have any request, I can agree to it!"

Mori Yuesha looked at it for a while, then took a deep breath and exhaled.

'I need a professional music teacher.'

…………

"So, you agreed to it, Mr. Hiratsuka?"

As Eriri said this, she pulled the pencil out of Mori Yuesa's mouth. She rolled her eyes at her and picked up a ballpoint pen instead.

"As for me, I'm already good friends with Grandma Hiratsuka. If it's convenient, I'll just fulfill my friend's wish." The girl didn't care. Mori Yuesa had a million points of expectations and curiosity about all interesting and novel things.

For example, making friends with the elderly, making friends with goblins, etc.

"What about you? You're not really going to sell the book with Ren, are you?"

"Hey!"

Eriri looked around quietly and pulled Mori Tsukisa closer: "Don't mention that! Who would do that with him? I heard that he was going to project that on the big screen on the day of the cultural festival..."

Mori Tsukisa: ...

Isn’t this too messy?

'It's all love! Love!'

Thinking of Tomoya Aki's fanatical look, Mori Yuesha covered her face and said, "I'll go and persuade him. If he really does something like this, he will definitely become famous in the first grade..."

"Just a first-year student?" Eriri didn't think so: "He will be socially dead."

"He's not socially dead. His recent blog has been very popular. Did you know about that?" Mori Yuesa spoke highly of Renye's tireless persistence and enthusiasm.

TAKI, the Romanization abbreviation of Tomoya's name, is a name that is recognized by many people and is now a very popular celebrity blogger.

At least for Mori Yuesa, she would never hate people who do things to the extreme because of their love - many people talk about themselves and they all have various hobbies.

But if we talk about achieving the ultimate, persisting, day after day for years, few people can continue to talk about this topic.

What's more, a large number of people who have entered society would be confused when hearing this question, right?

"Hobbies? No, right? Watching dramas and variety shows, does that count?"

'Lying down and reading blogs, taking a break, and watching short videos? '

"What? I work hard all day, okay? And after get off work, I have to practice my musical instrument with my exhausted body?"

"Money, make money! There is no point in asking this kind of question to an adult. My hobby is making money."

Unfortunately, even those whose hobby is making money do not give their best efforts for it.

Just trying to survive.

Mori Tsukisa bit the tip of the pen, her white teeth rubbing against it, "It's beyond my expectation, Tomoya-kun's blog. Maybe, let him broadcast that show at the cultural festival according to his own ideas."

Eriri thought Mori Tsukisa was having a seizure again: "Don't be crazy enough to do this with that guy."

"I say, musical, it sounds difficult."

The topic returned to Mori Tsukisa's cultural festival performance, and Eriri was very much looking forward to it.

"Isn't there a new teacher in the school recently?" Mori Yuesa thought for a moment: "Minagawa...Akane?"

"I heard she's a great teacher. I plan to go and ask her for advice."

Akane Minakawa?

Ying Lili suddenly remembered something. She put the back of her hand to her mouth, her eyes wandering: "I heard... just heard."

"That teacher has some strange relationship with the boys in the grade."

Weird relationship?

Mori Yuesa turned her head towards the boys in the class, but the next moment she was pushed back by Eriri.

"Don't look away right now! Alas... It seems that a boy spread it. As a result, two days later, he started to change his words and said that the slander against Mr. Minagawa was just out of his jealousy."

Eriri was chatting gossip with Mori Tsukisa with great interest. The students had only heard a lot of rumors about the new music teacher, Akane Minakawa.

As for her, everyone who has met her is full of praise for her.

"Maybe it's because I have such a good personality and top-notch beauty that people envy me?" Eriri muttered ambiguously, looking forward to Mori Tsukisa's advice: "I will receive private instruction from Minakawa Akane-sensei. I won't be able to see her until next week's music class."

"He should be a very gentle person, right?"

Mori Yuesa shrugged. She just wanted to systematically train her vocalization and fill in the gaps in the performance.

Recently, Saki Nakajima has been very well behaved. After the last incident, the girl did not bring other people to harass Maaya Hayami again.

This saved Mori Yuesha a lot of trouble.

She has something very important to do recently.

Chapter 24 Cute and kind hot pot

[Xia Shizi: Teacher Tsukihime's words are of great benefit to me. ]

[Xia Shizi: Is it time to treat me to a nice dinner? ]

[Tsukihime: That's not necessary. This is friendship between friends. Kasumi Shiko is too polite.]

[Tsukihime: I heard (secretly) that there’s a new sushi restaurant in Ginza that’s pretty good…]

[Xia Shizi: …]

[Kasumi Shiko: ...When it comes to food, Tsukihime-sensei's response is much faster than usual. It's the weekend now, what is Tsukihime-sensei doing? ]

[Tsukihime: Go visit your parents. ]

Lock the screen.

Agatsuma Yuno was holding a light-colored parasol and standing quietly behind Mori Yuesa.

In front of me, there is lush green and the fragrance of grass everywhere.

The sun was shining brightly and warmly, mist was crawling among the lush branches, and the moist air was like a burning incense burner, filled with the scent of plants.

The short tombstones are neatly arranged horizontally and vertically, and the secluded stone road is swept cleanly. Only the occasional sobs and murmurs come into the ears of passers-by along with the refreshing wind.

Mori Tsukisa and my wife Yuno went up the stairs.

Next to a huge tree with lush branches and leaves, two tombstones close together are sleeping silently under the shade of the tree.

Mori Yuesa stood there and the photo on the tombstone came into view.

The man was about forty years old and was smiling happily.

He has slightly short hair, a pair of eyes that show he knows everything about the world, and he is wearing a neat suit. He is grinning at the camera.

Among the solemn group of monuments, the man appears both cheerful and energetic.

The name is written on the monument.

【Moritoda】

Below, there is a passage engraved.

【He is a good husband and a good father. 】

[He gave everything he had to his wife and daughter. His passionate love will always flow in the hearts of the living and will not end with death.]

On the other side is the tombstone of Mori Yuesha's mother.

The woman in the photo looked very young, with her black hair tied up behind her head, and unlike Mori Yuesha's slightly drooping charming eyes——

The woman has big round eyes and a young face, which makes her look cute and adorable, and she looks much younger.

The photo of two people looks like they are having a conversation.

【Noya Keiko】

【Finally, I decided. 】

【Return her to the long and bright four seasons. 】

[Let her build a flower manor with her lover in another world. ]

【May the gods bless your undying love. 】

Mori Yuesha took out the clean water and silk cloth that she had prepared earlier from her bag, bent down, gently wiped the two tombstones, and swept away the fallen leaves that had accidentally fallen on them. Then, she picked up the water in the bucket, scooped half of it, and slowly poured it on the tombstones.

My wife Yuno was helping out.

She took out some incense and candles, lit them, and inserted the yellow and white chrysanthemums, cut into the appropriate length, on both sides of the tombstone.

After finishing her work, Yuno Agatsuma quietly retreated to a distance with an umbrella in her hand, stood on the stone pavement, looked at the silent figures, leaving Mori Yuesa some space to be alone.

"The weather has become hotter recently."

"Have you finished planting your flowers?"

Mori Yuesha curled up her legs and squatted in front of the tombstone, slowly stroking the rough stone platform with her delicate palms.