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They are also the second week: Chapter 33 She under the cherry blossoms

Tuesday, April 4, 14: am.

In April when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, cherry blossoms are flying in front of the school gate where two rows of cherry trees are planted. The gorgeous pink cherry blossoms are floating everywhere, carrying the fragrance of spring into the nose.

As the head of the student union's discipline committee, Haruho Hanayama, currently a student in Class A of Grade 12, arrived at school early, wearing an armband with the word "discipline" written on it, holding a camera to record students who violate discipline, and standing in front of the cherry tree at the school gate, organized the first discipline inspection of the students this semester.

Yundong Private Middle School is a well-known elite high school in Tokyo with a short history. It was completed about twenty years ago. Its school spirit has always emphasized a young, relaxed and steady atmosphere.

Because the school is very confident in the students' self-control, and there are many children of artists and congressmen in the school, and the demand for online celebrity and social communication is strong, so electronic products such as mobile phones and even computers are allowed to be brought into the school. However, they must be turned off during class and stored in the mobile phone bag at the back of the classroom, and the teacher's teaching process must be respected.

Other aspects, such as appearance and prohibited items, are stricter.

For example, the school's uniform shoes, skirts, pants, and even girls' tights and boys' bow ties are strictly required to be worn neatly and tidy. Even if only one of these elements is missing, there will be strict punishment, credits will be deducted, and academic performance will be checked.

Of course, game consoles, pornographic books, and overly frivolous reading materials are not allowed.

"Principal Shangye, good morning!"

Seeing the old man walking slowly towards her, Hanayama Haruho immediately greeted him.

"Good morning, Hanayama-san. You look energetic as always. Is the disciplinary inspection going smoothly?"

"It's still early. If there's no student union work, other students probably haven't arrived yet. Based on my experience, they should start arriving around 7:40, so it's unclear whether everything went smoothly."

Hanayama Haruho said seriously, "However, this is my first day inheriting your position. I will strictly abide by all the rules and regulations and strive to do as well as you did!"

Principal Shangye, dressed in a suit, smiled and nodded. "Haha, very good. Although you may be a little too formal in your words, I just like your seriousness and drive in everything you do. You're young and energetic!"

"Also, judging from the campus environment last week, the quality of students this year is better than in previous years. There haven't been any bullying incidents like in previous years, so I guess today's inspection should go much more smoothly than in the past!"

"Thank you for the compliment..." Hanayama Haruho nodded. "Well, the principal is absolutely right. Even though there haven't been any reminders this year, I haven't seen as many students without their uniforms as I did when I first arrived. There shouldn't be any troublemakers... By the way, did the principal come here so early today to conduct a discipline inspection?"

"Yes, but not entirely. The main purpose is to take some photos for the cover of next year's brochure."

"next year?"

"Doesn't the brochure have a 'New Students' section every year? I'm missing some suitable photos there... and it's the first day of discipline inspection, so I'm also looking for a photo of the new students with the school scenery, so I came over to act as a temporary photographer."

Principal Kamiya smiled with satisfaction and was about to compliment the daughter of the Deputy Minister of Justice in front of him, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a female student in uniform carrying a schoolbag walking along Sakura Road.

"Oh? Look, other students are already here."

Hanayama Haruho was a little surprised. The normal class time is 8:10, and there are very few students who can arrive at school before 7:. Even if there are, they should be seniors who are about to graduate from high school and are under great academic pressure.

"..It's so early, how surprising." She came back to her senses and gave an approving look.

From a distance, you can tell that she is a tall female student with long black hair.

After a few seconds, as the student slowly approached, the two of them gradually saw each other clearly.

Amid the dancing cherry blossoms, Hanayama Haruho could clearly feel the elegant and cool temperament emanating from the other person. Every step she took seemed gentle, her soft face was as calm as water, and the sides of her cheeks were exquisite princess cuts.

It is difficult to describe the feeling of seeing her. It is like witnessing the "princess" often seen in literary works walking into a grand party. Even the simple act of the protagonist walking is endowed with artistic beauty, which is commensurate with her slender and beautiful figure and delicate face. It forms a cinematic composition among the creeping cherry blossoms, so I am reluctant to interrupt this scene.

It was as if I had seen this person somewhere before.

It also seemed as if I was meeting him for the first time.

There is a feeling that is both familiar and strange...

But instinct prompted Huashan to raise the camera, but reason stopped her when she reacted.

I am a discipline committee member, and this is a camera used to record students who violate the rules.

"Hanayama, take a picture!"

"what?"

The old man next to her was so anxious that he almost snatched the camera from her hand, "The cover photo of the new students!"

"Oh oh..." Huashan immediately pressed the shutter button, and a glimmer of light flashed by, engraving the picture forever in the camera.

The other party noticed their actions, and the original movie-like composition suddenly froze, instantly returning to the scene of a normal female student entering school.

The girl's temperament and appearance remained unchanged, but the disturbed scene had added an unnatural strangeness, causing a hint of doubt in the girl's cold amber eyes.

However, the female student didn't pay much attention to it. She just glanced at her briefly and then walked over calmly.

It was not until she was about to pass by and walk straight into the school gate that Huashan suddenly came to his senses and called out to her.

"and many more."

The girl stopped and slowly turned back to look at her, "Call me?"

The school badge on her chest had a star on it.

Yundong’s school uniforms are the same for all three years, except that there is an extra star in front of the school badge as the grade changes. In her second year of high school, she wears two stars.

Hanayama Haruho noticed the characteristics of the school emblem and immediately asked:

"Are you a freshman in high school?"

The other party was puzzled for a moment, then nodded, "Well, what's the matter?"

It's nothing, I just don't know why you look so familiar and I want to call you...

How could such words be said?

No...that's not right. I'm the Discipline Committee member, and I'm supposed to be checking on people. Yes, that's necessary! Even though her appearance was fine and she wasn't even wearing any makeup, it was reasonable to be suspicious and call her out!

Hanayama Haruho blushed slightly, not knowing what was wrong with her today. This feeling...this physical sensation...I have never experienced this before!

"You...you didn't greet the principal just now. According to school regulations, you must greet teachers when you see them! Otherwise, it's impolite and undisciplined!"

"Um.."

The girl hesitated for a moment and looked at the old man next to her who was looking around with his camera. "What does the principal teach?"

"Principal Ueba!"

"Ahem, I teach Chinese."

"Hello, teacher." The girl immediately gave a standard greeting.

..I always feel that if I didn't teach anything, this person wouldn't greet me...

The old man coughed dryly twice, put down the camera, and smiled kindly, "Student, what are you doing here at school so early?"

"read."

"Um..."

Is this really the time...

Principal Shangye, who had never experienced the hellish life of getting up at five o'clock for morning reading and exercises and lived in a world with less academic pressure, expressed some doubts. He usually slept until nine o'clock, got up slowly, had breakfast, and then came to walk around the school.

"Is there anything else?" the girl asked calmly.

The principal waved his hand and turned to fiddle with the camera.

Hanayama Haruho immediately said:

"I'm the Discipline Committee member and I need to check if you're carrying any prohibited items."

The girl subconsciously shrank back, her cold demeanor fading slightly. "Search...search...?"

"No...no, what are you thinking about? I'm just looking at the schoolbag!"

"Schoolbags usually only contain textbooks and stationery. Even novels and comics, as long as they are not special or 18+, are not prohibited items..."

"..Okay." The girl regained her composure and handed over a very popular black schoolbag with one hand.

Only then did she notice that the girl was wearing white lace gloves, which made her look even more like a princess. There was also a faint fragrance on her body, not the smell of perfume, but a simple fragrance. She didn't know if it was the smell of high-end shower gel.

What I'm thinking...

Hanayama Haruho calmed down her inexplicably restless heart. The moment she reached out to take the schoolbag, her hand suddenly felt heavy and her expression changed. She hurriedly used her other hand to avoid slamming it to the ground. "..What are you stuffing in this?!"

The slender girl handed the bag over horizontally with one hand easily. She naturally thought the bag was light, and she almost dropped it.

Is it because I haven’t exercised for too long? Huashan asked himself.

"Textbooks, textbooks, notebooks, will fill up the available space."

"..Can you take so much back to read it all?"

You can't just put someone else's bag on the ground. Hanayama Haruho opened the bulging zipper with some difficulty, and soon realized what it meant to have everything in a small but complete bag.

The small schoolbag is filled with all the textbooks, as well as the tutorial books and notes. It would be strange if it wasn’t heavy.

Wanting to make sure everything was normal, Hanayama Haruho pulled out a book, but accidentally caused an uncovered notebook to fall out as well.

The Burial of Flillian...Magic...Drawing? Novel?

I accidentally saw the private contents of someone else's notebook! Sin, sin...

Huashan quickly closed his notebook and saw his name and class on the cover.

Class A, Grade 1...Amamiya Yi?

There was still that inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she had already delayed the unfamiliar new classmate for almost half a minute. Hanayama Haruho quickly put the textbook back to its original place, zipped it up, and returned it intact to the girl in front of her named Amamiya Yi.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

"..Thanks."

After Amemiya Yi took the schoolbag, the first thing she did was to take out some tissues from her pocket and wipe the schoolbag.

"?"

After wiping it carefully and also wiping the zipper she had just touched, Amamiya Yi turned and left.

"???"

Hanayama Haruho looked down at her spotless school uniform, then at her neatly trimmed, slender, white hands.

I don't smell! I took a good shower! I'm clean!

She wanted to explain loudly that she was a good girl who loved cleanliness, but the other party had already walked away and had no intention of stopping.

hateful.

I will remember this grudge!

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ps: This chapter is 3.3k, and I still owe 3.5k.

They are also the second week: Chapter 34 The big harvest in the morning

After working all night, Master Amemiya got up early, put on the new equipment he bought for ten thousand yuan, tidied up his messy hair, put on his hair accessories, put on his JK short skirt and black stockings, and then made breakfast for his family who were still sleeping.

A set of exquisite ham slices, fried eggs, and toast, requiring only a little oil and electricity.

The ham was snatched from the supermarket's big sale last night, the eggs were discounted, the white toast came from the grumpy old lady's shop next to the exorbitantly expensive bakery, a 100 yen slice for a working man's miracle, the total output value per capita is just over 200 yen, second only to the super discounted 198 Death Wanderer lunch box that just expired a few hours ago.

After eating, she placed the remaining two portions in an insulated box. The frugal Miss Amemiya rang the doorbell in front of her parents' door, but did not open the door to avoid seeing the two of them fighting on the battlefield after the whole night. She simply reminded them that breakfast was ready, and after hearing the two corny parents-in-law say "Okay" in unison, she turned around, put on her little leather shoes, and walked out of the house sourly.

...

The distance between Amemiya's home and Yundong Middle School is about 2.5 kilometers. For an average JK, it is undoubtedly a long and arduous half-hour journey. However, Miss Amemiya, who originally had good physical fitness and gained an additional nine points of physical fitness, is already an athlete who can run among the top few in sports meets. For her, this is just the right distance for a morning run.

Although carrying a backpack weighing several kilograms on my shoulders does a bit of a hindrance to my breasts, the front and back weight bearing is just right for me to adapt to the intensity of my physical fitness gradually increasing.

The intensity should not be too high, just jog at a steady pace of about eight, and start as soon as you step out of the house.

In the early morning when heading to the beautiful campus, even the famous and world-known corporate slaves in Tokyo are still sleeping soundly after a night of overtime work as a screw in the capital, waiting for the deadline to go to work to come.

The air quality in big cities is far less fresh than that in small cities in China, but Miss Amamiya, who has gradually become accustomed to the climate of Tokyo, has developed a subtle fascination with the morning air, and she has some motivation to get up at this time every day to breathe fresh air.

“Hu…Hu…”

There was a drunkard sleeping soundly on the roadside, he was in a suit and tie but unconscious. He must have finished a social event but didn't dare to spend a lot of money on a taxi. Miss Amamiya, upholding the humanitarian spirit, moved him to the corner of the roadside to avoid being served by a dump truck from another world.

Seeing that the school was only a few hundred meters away, Amemiya, who was not even sweating yet, simply chose to walk. Anyway, she could arrive at school before 6:50 and would probably arrive at the same time as the security guard responsible for opening the school gate.

Although there was a discipline committee member with a high favorability in the game at the school gate, and a sixty-year-old principal who only a crazy player would choose to conquer, Amamiya Yi did not pay much attention to them.

[Damn, the scene is right, the time is right, the characters are right, triggering the CG animation: "She Under the Cherry Blossoms"! ]

...?

[During the CG process, the system guides the action and environment to complete the film-level composition. The host can voluntarily exit, but the higher the CG completion, the higher the corresponding reward! There is a chance to obtain a new skill title!]

Miss Amemiya, who was strolling slowly, was suddenly stunned.