Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

"There's no reason. I just simply want to participate in the school festival with Rin-chan so that we can have more fun."

When An Zeliang saw that Xinggong Lin had finished drinking the strawberry milk, he took the empty box, squeezed it, and threw it into the trash can. Then he took a tissue from his pocket and handed it over. He did it smoothly without any hesitation.

It's just like an old couple taking care of each other.

"I'll consider it." Xinggong Lin was still indifferent.

"Okay." An Zeliang smiled and was about to leave. He thought Xinggong Lin would also leave, but the rich girl just stood there quietly, as if waiting for him to turn around before taking a step.

With a sudden thought, An Zeliang turned his head and pinched Xinggong Lin's cheek, which still felt cool.

"hiss--!"

After a few seconds, An Zeliang exhaled. His lips were a little swollen and his tongue was a little big. "Rin-chan, go ahead and bite it. Can you give me a preview?"

"I'll consider it." Xinggong Lin glanced at him lightly, turned around and walked away, his steps were neither hurried nor slow, and he was not panicked at all.

However, after turning the corner, she heard An Zeliang's footsteps gradually fading away. She suddenly stopped, exhaled deeply, and a blush appeared on her white ears.

"Ayase."

The phone rang again, and Xinggong Lin's voice was calm.

"No need to arrange the costumes, I will do it myself."

"Okay miss..." Ayase Mitsuha hesitated for a moment, but continued, "Actually, I also hope that you can do it yourself and participate in this school festival."

"It's already the third year of high school, and there are only two more school festivals left."

Ayase Mitsuha’s meaning is very simple. The youth of eighteen years old only comes once. Once you miss it, you will never have it again.

The reason she agreed to help Xinggong Lin with the arrangements in the first place was because she thought that since she had missed the school festival in July and November, it would not be too late to slowly change the young lady's opinion by then.

At this time, Xinggong Lin's indifferent voice sounded again.

"Ayase, you calculated wrong. There are no last two times."

"The school festival in July will be the last school festival for me."

"... "

After hanging up the phone, Ayase Mitsuha stared at the phone screen in a daze, her mind going blank.

July...is Hoshimiya Rin's last school festival?

Doesn't this mean that Miss Hoshimiya won't be able to participate in the school festival in November?

So... where is she going?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 245 242: Is it a formal competition in bed?

When Anze Liang returned to the classroom, Nakano Aoi was still sewing the ghost costume with her head down. The white cloth in her hands suddenly reminded Anze Liang of the ancient brides who sewed bright red wedding dresses for themselves.

However, this is Japan, and Japanese weddings require white wedding gowns, so white fabric is just right.

"Anze-kun, you're back." Nakano Aoi looked up and greeted softly and sweetly.

"Well, I'm back." An Zeliang nodded.

A female classmate who was also sewing clothes nearby looked at the two of them and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Anzawa-san, Nakano-san... your dialogue is like my brother and sister-in-law who just got married."

"It's just that when I visited my brother's house that time, my sister-in-law didn't know I was coming, and she stupidly continued to say..."

The female classmate coughed and continued speaking in a deliberately shy voice.

"Honey, you're back? Do you want to eat first, take a shower first, or eat first..."

Before she could finish, the squad leader who was passing by slapped her lightly on the back of the head and scolded her.

"Ahem! You're not married yet, be more reserved, be more reserved."

"Oh." The female classmate curled her lips and continued to work.

An Zeliang smiled but didn't say anything. He picked up his needle and thread and sat down. He looked at the empty table in front of him, then looked at the full table in front of Nakano Aoi.

"Nakano-chan, the fabric you're sewing looks like it's mine."

"Well, I thought Anze-kun wouldn't come back, so I planned to sew it for you," Nakano Aoi's needle and thread flew back and forth skillfully, very beautifully, "Anze-kun, what did the president say?"

"Rin-chan will decide for herself." An Zeliang said as he reached out to pick up his fabric and continue sewing.

Suddenly, Nakano Aoi placed her small hand on the back of his hand, and her clear eyes looked at An Zeliang without blinking, smiling sweetly and gently.

"Anze-kun, I kind of want to go out and buy some snacks."

In the bustling class, Aoi Nakano quietly leaned close to Anze Liang's ear and her warm breath passed by.

"Do you want to sew first, eat your snack first, or, drink me first?"

Hearing this, An Zeliang took a step back, his eyes swept from bottom to top, pausing three times at the height of his gaze, his expression becoming somewhat puzzled.

"Where to drink?"

Nakano Aoi stared at him blankly, the gentle and sweet smile on the corner of her lips gradually faded, a blush suddenly appeared on her chubby cheeks, and her little head lowered.

"…Um…the squad leader is urging us to work. Anze-kun, hurry up and sew. Sew some clothes."

High attack and low defense is like this, one heavy punch and you'll immediately start stuttering.

"Nakano-chan, you don't want snacks anymore?"

"No... I'm not greedy anymore. I don't want to eat anymore." Nakano Aoi inserted the needle in the wrong place, and blood immediately gushed out from her fingertips. She hissed softly.

"Let me take a look." An Zeliang held her little hand, "It's not serious, just put on a band-aid."

"Hmm..." Nakano Aoi still lowered her head, her cheeks burning.

"Nakano-chan, actually... you reminded me of something." An Zeliang rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips and said slowly, "In fact, blood can also be drunk. I remember a book saying that the freshest human blood is in the thigh... Hey, Nakano-chan, where are you going?"

"I, I'm going to the infirmary to get a band-aid!"

Before An Zeliang could finish speaking, Aoi Nakano quickly stood up and ran out of the classroom. She lowered her head so much that she only looked at her feet, and she bumped into the class monitor on her way out.

"Ouch!" The props in the squad leader's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"No, sorry, squad leader, please pick it up yourself, I, I'll be back soon."

Looking at Nakano Aoi's back as she hurried away without looking back, the squad leader picked up the props with a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong with Nakano-san?"

"Her whole face is red, and her eyes are sparkling... She looks like she's crying out of anger. Who pissed her off?"

An Zeliang smiled slightly and was about to continue with the work at hand. At this time, a clear and cold voice came from behind him.

"Where did you see that book?"

"...Rin-chan, when did you come?" An Zeliang slowly turned his head and looked at that calm and delicate little face.

"At that time, Liangjun said that the freshest blood of human beings is in the thigh root." Xinggong Lin raised his hand and pointed to the back door of the classroom, and continued lightly, "I came in from there. Liangjun seemed to be only focused on lowering his head and did not see me."

"Because I was thinking about something at that time." An Zeliang blinked, looking innocent and simple.

"What's the matter?" Xinggong Lin looked at him quietly.

"I wonder if Rin-chan will come back to help me sew clothes and accompany me to the school festival." An Zeliang's tone was sincere. "There is a saying in the Dragon Country that goes, 'What you think about during the day, you will dream about at night. With sincerity, even metal and stone can be moved."

"It seems that I thought too hard and too seriously, so my wish was fulfilled immediately."

"Good Lord."

"Well, Rin-chan, go ahead."

"You might consider going to Dragon Country for college. I see that you seem to like the culture there very much." Xinggong Lin sat calmly at the table, picked up the cloth and took a look at it.

"Longguo... If possible, I really want to live there for another ten or eight years." An Zeliang said this, but he thought of something in his heart.

No matter which world line it is in, Dragon Country should be the best in terms of food safety... Even if it is not, at least there will never be any problems like nuclear radiation...

Well... according to some non-existent memories, after a few years, he could really consider returning to Dragon Country to settle down and never leave again.

Of course, he might not be the only one going back then.

Thinking of this, An Zeliang looked at Xinggong Lin who was holding a piece of cloth and picking up the needle and thread, and asked with a smile.

"Rin-chan, are you planning on doing it yourself?"

"Not really." Xing Gonglin put down the cloth and needle and thread, picked up the phone again, and said calmly, "Ayase told me that it is difficult for the school to allow the people to come in and do the work. I am not very satisfied with the other options provided."

"Instead of going through all this trouble, why not just let us do it? It will be faster and won't take up any extra time."

The reason given by Xinggong Lin was very credible, but An Zeliang just smiled slightly.

Of course, you have to listen to what the little arrogant says in the opposite way!

If you say it's difficult to arrange... that means there is no arrangement at all, or it has been cancelled directly.

If something is “not”, then it “must be”!

In some cases, the same principle applies to the sentence "I don't want it anymore", and every word should be listened to in reverse.

This is the little arrogant girl's true thought.

Biting people is just a way for a tsundere to express his or her coquettishness.

"Rin-chan, let's not talk about anything else, why are you always checking on your phone..."

An Zeliang slowly read out the words on Xinggong Lin's search bar.

“The most basic needlework”

"Embroidery Needle: From Entry-level to Advanced Technology"

"One hundred ways to use embroidery needles properly"

"... "

Without waiting for An Zeliang to finish reading, Xinggong Lin silently turned over the screen of his mobile phone. His face was not panicked at all, but his tone was clear as he explained word by word.

“Before doing anything, you should first learn the theoretical basis and then try to practice it.”

“Is it possible to start with practice first and then summarize the theoretical knowledge?”

“You can do that.”

"Rin-chan, you don't know how to use a needle and sew at all."

“…I haven’t had any contact with it.” Xinggong Lin continued to explain in a light tone.

"You don't know how to use it." An Zeliang said affirmatively.

"... "

Xinggong Lin looked at him expressionlessly and started to play badly.

"If you really want to think so, it's not impossible."

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you." An Zeliang patted his thigh and said jokingly, "Sit in front of me, I'll hold your hands and teach you. It'll be faster to learn hand in hand."

Rin Hoshinomiya was still looking at him expressionlessly, her eyes were clear and cold. The students who occasionally passed by would unconsciously avoid her powerful aura of the flower of the high mountain.

However, An Zeliang was not at all nervous. He patted his thigh and looked like he was urging someone to do something.

rustle...

The pleated skirt gently swept across the chair. Xinggong Lin stood up calmly, walked a few steps to An Zeliang, and slightly opened her lips.

"Liang Jun, can you open your legs a little wider?"

"What you said sounds a bit strange, Rin-chan." An Zeliang complained and sat back.

Xinggong Lin turned around and sat down in front of him calmly, her black hair scattered on his chest, and a few strands of hair fell in the wrong place, into his collar and stuck to his skin.

"Give me your hand." An Zeliang said.

“…Yeah.” Xinggong Lin took the initiative to put her two small hands into An Zeliang’s palms, her tone calm.

An Zeliang's heart suddenly moved... In fact, in this front and back position, he tightly grasped Xinggong Lin's wrist, and the little arrogant couldn't bite anyone even if he wanted to.

What a safe posture.

"Do we need to prepare something else before we start?" Seeing that An Zeliang did not move, Xinggong Lin asked lightly.