Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

So, is that you?

As the subway swayed from time to time, Kasumigaoka Utaha leaned forward, her other hand stroking her cell phone in her pocket.

Through the hot topics on the forum, she learned about Mori Yuesha's movements.

So... do I need to reveal my identity?

"I hope her work can be published normally," Mori Tsukisa's words echoed in Kasumigaoka's mind.

Oh, you like girls?

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled meaningfully, and in the crowded carriage, countless eyes swept across her face.

Ding--

[Nishida Shuichi: Kasumigaoka-san, have you come to school? ]

Duplicate information.

Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned and swiped the screen impatiently.

[Kasumigaoka Utaha: Yes.]

The other party responded quickly.

[Nishida Shuichi: Can I invite a senior to the new teaching building? ]

[Kasumigaoka Utaha: No. 】

I'm so annoying.

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her legs impatiently and used her shoulders to push away the slightly crowded crowd.

Shuichi Nishikido is a senior student. Kasumigaoka Utaha has completely lost her patience with this boy with semi-long hair, thick lips and small eyes.

After they chatted up each other at a station, the other party started to pester me all the time. After getting my cell phone number from somewhere, Nishikido Osamu would send me some extremely boring greetings from time to time.

For example: 'What are you doing', 'Have you eaten', 'Is it delicious', 'Are you full', 'Have you slept', 'Did you sleep well' and so on.

She also tried to explain to the other party, saying something like "Please don't waste your time on me, I won't like you." or "Can you please stop disturbing me?" But after a few days of silence, the other party started to relapse.

'Have you eaten?', 'Are you full?'

So annoying!

Kasumigaoka Utaha pushed her way through the crowd and swam onto the platform from the sea of ​​people carrying countless shoulders.

Finally arrived.

Ding--

[Nishida Shuichi: From now on, I will never harass Kasumigaoka-san again. ]

[Nishikido Shuichi: But I hope that Kasumigaoka-san can explain it to me face to face.]

[Nishida Shuichi: Rather than through the phone. ]

With a sneer, the girl avoided the crowded places and walked towards the main entrance of the school along the wall. The school was extremely lively today.

From a distance, Kasumigaoka could see a number of simple stalls set up, with several students in casual clothes busying themselves with their heads down.

A huge display cloth was hung high at the door, with the name of the school and the date behind "Meidaisai". Various colors of paint were splashed on the cloth like graffiti.

On both sides of the school gate, there are display boards of different sizes, which list today's school activities and schedules, and some of them are for promoting their own stalls.

The girl lowered her head and pressed a few buttons on her phone.

[Kasumigaoka Utaha: There is no need for that. Please stop harassing me. Thank you.]

Mori Yuesha——Mori Yuesha——Let me see——

Standing in front of the activity table, Kasumigaoka looked carefully for the name.

Eh, afternoon?

13:30, Auditorium.

Tsk, how to kill time?

The debt-free Kasumigaoka Utaha did not promise anything: no need to set up a stall with classmates, no need to dance on a giant stage for everyone to watch, and no need to wear strange clothes to communicate with the parents and friends of those students.

Today is a relaxing day. Students, faculty members, nearby residents and passers-by all walked in with smiles on their faces, looking around. Some even brought their children with them.

Very lively.

Kasumigaoka Utaha discovered the stalls of the girls from her class. She put on a business smile, greeted them, turned around, and took another route.

A large number of rented tents were filled with food and utensils - most of the food did not look very good, but the students were attentive. The stalls that started selling food coupons half a month ago could now use the coupons to go to the corresponding stalls to exchange for food that was slightly more expensive than the food coupons.

Clubs or classes with more girls usually have similar stalls - snacks, cakes, drinks. If there are fewer girls... it's probably just a hoop, dart throwing, etc.

Huh? You don't know anything?

There are also ways.

Looking at the enthusiastic junior students around her, the girl with thin shoulders and waist swept her wine-red eyes across the stall near her——

A few boys, wearing green and white striped short-sleeved shirts and ripped jeans, were standing in front of the stall with cream on their faces. They were embarrassed, showing their white teeth and grinning foolishly at the passers-by.

There was cream all over my clothes and pants.

Like a few beggars rolling in the snow.

A creased A2 paper was pasted on a cardboard and held to the boy's chest. He posed like a car model while showing the words on it to passers-by.

"そパイ头げ" (pancake)

「2投で」 (vote twice)

"200 yen" (two hundred yuan)

It's probably a funny stall for venting emotions. Anyway, after paying the money, you can pick up the cream pancake batter and smear it on the stall owner's face.

On the other side of the stall, there is a floor advertisement with photos of each boy. After paying, you can figure out who looks more like someone who deserves a beating, and then choose who to hit...

Several girls and passers-by gathered around, watching a boy from the sports department who was doing weightlifting walk over curiously.

The boy's shiny dark biceps were bulging and knotted, and he took out a wad of money from his pocket with his thick fingers. In front of the stall owner's horrified look...

Bought it twenty times directly.

Everyone almost collapsed with laughter.

Chapter 31 The Fog Arrives

In the empty teaching building, the only sound is the sound of heels hitting the ground.

Since it was built not long ago, many of the students' activity classrooms have not been moved from the old building. The only things being used here are a few classrooms on the first floor, which are used as activity venues for some clubs.

And today, there is no one.

The corridor was a bit chilly, and the coldness emanated along the walls. The girl crossed her arms, and the chat history was still displayed on her cell phone screen.

[Nishikido Shuichi: I see... Then I'll go find Kasumigaoka-san.]

[Nishida Shuichi: Since Kasumigaoka-san refuses to come over, I will find you and talk it out in person.]

[Nishida Shuichi: But, this will be very eye-catching, right?]

[Nishikido Shuichi: Or, Kasumigaoka-san is here to see me? ]

Countless messages were pushed onto the screen and stacked up together. It was obvious that the other party was in a hurry and sent quite a few messages.

[Kasumigaoka Utaha: I'm here to see you. Also, please don't say anything weird, or I'll call the police.]

[Kasumigaoka Utaha: Nishikido-san doesn't want to be taken away by the police for harassment in front of everyone, right?]

[Nishida Shuichi: Ha. I'll wait for you.]

[Nishida Shuuichi: New building.]

Kasumigaoka Utaha rubbed her arms and shivered a little. It was already summer, but this newly built teaching building was abnormally cold. After entering from the main entrance, a barely detectable mist filled the corridor.

The girl gnashed her teeth and cursed the boy in her heart. This boring behavior was something that Kasumigaoka Utaha really couldn't understand.

She had already dialed the emergency number on the dialing list.

I'm so annoying.

pat pat pat.

Turn the stairs and you will reach the second floor.

This layer has thicker fog.

"…Is someone cooking something?" Kasumigaoka fanned away the steam that was like water, and there was a wet layer on the palm of her hand.

The faint sound of flapping wings could be heard, and the corridor was empty.

Da da da.

On the third floor, the fog is already visible to the naked eye.

wrong……

Kasumigaoka Utaha held onto the stair railing and took a step back.

A premonition stopped her from moving forward. How could it be so strange? Such thick fog on the third floor?

Besides, there is no one?

The girl blinked, turned around decisively... and started jogging!

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

She stumbled down the stairs in high heels, turned the corner, returned to the second floor by the same route, and continued to run towards the first floor.

Nothing jumped out of the fog.

Maybe I am too worried?

However, despite the slightly warm weather outside and the noisy crowd, the building was completely silent and extremely cold.

In this situation, I can't help but be afraid.

After a series of heart-pounding self-comfort and shock, Kasumigaoka Utaha finally staggered back to the first floor.

call……

The girl let go of her tense shoulders and took a long breath...

"Kasumigaoka-senpai?"

Suddenly, a male voice came from behind.

The thin boy, with his medium-length hair covering his eyes, lowered his head and stood not far away.

Shuichi Nishikido.

"Nishida Shuichi?"

The boy's appearance made Kasumigaoka Utaha look serious again. She stamped her feet in dissatisfaction to dispel the coldness. She raised her cell phone and said to him harshly: "Please don't harass me anymore, Nishikido-san."

"I admit that compared to girls, adolescent boys have a completely different understanding of the word "desire" -"

"But that doesn't mean you can harass other people endlessly."

Kasumigaoka Utaha curled her lips, expressionless: "Also, please take back your narcissistic thoughts, things like 'if you date me, you will be envied'..."

“People with disabilities should get proper treatment.”

After pointing it out mercilessly, the girl wanted to turn around and leave.

"No... Kasumigaoka-san! Shiha! Shiha!" Nishikido Shuichi's voice was a little fragile: "I like you! Why, why don't you want to date me?!"

"I love you for a long time!"

Turning around, the girl looked at him with contempt: "I have liked St. Basilia Cathedral for a long time, but it doesn't belong to me, does it?"

Raising her hand to gesture the outline of the candy-colored church, Kasumigaoka Utaha said in surprise: "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

He raised the corner of his mouth, and a flash of irritation flashed across his wine-red eyes: "Read more books and cut your hair. Most things in this world will not belong to you."