The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

Ms. Suzuki chuckled, "Thinking back, I also wanted to be a member of the Angelica Club, but ended up being randomly stuffed into a club by the school's rubbish rules."

"Arnold, referee Suzuki, what department are you from?" Hoshikawa raised his hand curiously.

"..."

"...Body Transformation Department." Suzuki Shinchun covered her face with her hands, saying with despair, "When I was a freshman in high school, my body shape was about the same as yours... I originally thought I could just train casually and get through the year, but who knew I was so talented? I followed the training, and when I came to my senses..."

"Wow...I can't get married..."

Who understands the pain of being ignored at 33, the pain of scaring people away halfway through a blind date because you are too big?

In a flash, a scene emerged in Hoshikawa's mind: a slender and gentle lady walked into the body transformation department, and when she walked out, she turned into the current muscular Barbie.

It is really a painful memory to recall.

"In the study room, members can discuss study problems, share interests and hobbies, and use the activity room as a study room without a teacher and without the need to keep quiet."

Without even a moment's mourning for Suzuki's dark past, Miss Amamiya continued calmly:

"For those members who really want to study but are afraid of noise, I will use club funds to purchase some effective noise-canceling headphones and separate desks to ensure learning efficiency."

"oh."

Hoshikawa Kitaka suddenly realized, "Isn't this just some kind of homecoming club under the guise of studying?"

Amemiya waved her hand calmly, "You can understand it that way, but there's nothing repetitive or inappropriate about it."

"Excuse me, are there any department member indicators or something?"

"No."

"Will there be any mandatory time-wasting gatherings on holidays or after school?"

"No."

"Will there be any mandatory competitions or social activities?"

"No."

Xingchuan gave a thumbs up:

"Vote, add me in."

"..."

Both of them focused their eyes on someone who claimed to be the referee.

Ms. Suzuki was seen with her hands around her pectoral muscles, her eyes dull, muttering to herself:

"Young girls, not knowing they can't get married, love to train their muscles. They love to train their muscles to get protein for the chance to win an award."

"Now that I know how difficult it is to get married, I want to get married. I want to get married, but people will call me brother..."

"The past was the past, and the present is now..."

While lost in thought, the two left the activity room.

Go to the hallway, close the door and lock it.

After closing the door, Xingchuan finally couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud.

After laughing for a long time, Xingchuan looked at Amamiya, whose expression remained calm, and asked in confusion, "Why aren't you laughing?"

I can't be the only one who loses merit.

The main reason why she ran out laughing was because she was afraid of being beaten. Since Amamiya was such a cold and expressionless person, why did he run out?

"It's quite funny, but before you laugh I have a question."

"....question?"

"...Can a physical education teacher also be a homeroom teacher?"

After holding back for a long time, Amemiya explained, "I really can't praise the crudeness of the poem just now. If I had written something like that, I would probably have to die as an apology to Xin Qiji."

"Did I tell you she was our Chinese teacher?"

Amamiya was stunned.

"Really?"

"real."

Miss Amemiya's facial expression management was somewhat out of control, and within just a few seconds, she showed complex expressions of shock, suspicion, wanting to laugh, helplessness, etc.

Finally it turned into a sigh and compassion.

And a face full of difficulty.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Before Ms. Suzuki, with a flushed face, rushed out like a god of war, Hoshikawa Kitaka was laughing extremely wildly.

"Nisunai!!"

"Hmm~ Can we reconcile?"

He was also in a very embarrassing state when he escaped.

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P.S.: I was rewarded by a rich woman yesterday, so now I owe you five more chapters...

This chapter is 2.6k, and currently 9.4k is still owed.

They are also the second week: Chapter 8 The first day of the study club

After a heated debate, the Study Department was officially established.

Minister Amamiya Yi, Deputy Minister Hoshikawa Kitaka, two tables.

Total members, two.

"emmm...."

Looking around the extremely empty activity classroom, Hoshikawa Kitaka fell into deep thought.

"Are club activities such a leisurely affair?"

"No, it's just because there are too few of us."

"...So the Minister also knows that we are too few in number."

It's as if the author who works diligently and conscientiously opens the backstage with trepidation and sees the scattered and pitiful collection votes in groups of two or three. This is probably the situation of the study department now, and one of the only two humans basically doesn't take the initiative to talk.

But when you think about it, it's understandable, because it's only been a little over half an hour since the department was established, and Miss Amemiya, who is the director, propaganda committee member, and various other committee members, is still sitting at her desk leisurely doing exercises. It would be strange if someone joined in.

Not to mention that this activity classroom is located in the most deserted corner of the top floor. Even if there really is a student passing by, seeing that there is only a gloomy delinquent like Sadako and a silent homework maniac in the huge classroom, I am afraid that even the last bit of desire to peek will be completely eliminated.

"Hmm... Although it's about as relaxing as I imagined, it's kind of boring to just sit there..."

Hoshikawa Kitaka, with disheveled hair, stole a glance at Amamiya Yi's back as she sat upright through the gap in her bangs.

If this guy hadn't suddenly blurted out something like "The Secret of the Night" in the morning, she would probably have just given up her base of idleness and run away after school, and would have considered it a great success if she hadn't escaped the pursuit of the hell teacher.

Does this guy really know? Is he just playing a trick?

She had some suspicions, but no evidence.

I want to find an opportunity to speak, but I am afraid of exposing myself.

"Ms. Deputy Minister, you seem to still be thinking about what I said this morning."

The cold voice echoed in the empty classroom. Hoshikawa Kitaka's eyes widened slightly. She was silent for a while before she hesitated.

"So, what did you mean then?"

"Literally, I know your secrets for the night."

Amemiya Yi put down the pen in the book, closed the exercise book, slowly stood up, turned the chair around, sat down face to face with Xingchuan, and said lightly.

"I'm referring to your job as a publicist at a nightclub."

"Me? Nightclub? Public relations?! Minister... Minister... Are you kidding me... How could someone like me..."

“No need to hide, no need to be nervous.”

Amamiya shook her head and said, "I've seen you without your disguise, and I've admired you like that, but I don't have any other intentions, and I don't intend to tell anyone about this. I'm just using it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with you."

"have you seen?"

Hoshikawa Kitaka frowned slightly, and her face, hidden under her messy long hair, exuded a strange emotion.

She thought carefully about it, but she did not find such an impressive straight back among her guests.

But...how did Amemiya find out?

Even if she had seen someone working at night, there was no reason for her to realize that it was the bad girl "Hoshikawa Kitaka", right?

Xingchuan didn't think that after seeing herself like this, he could still connect her in school with her at night.

But this is no longer important, because the fact that he was discovered has been engraved in reality. Even if he knew the reason, there is no way for Amamiya to forget it...

After pondering for a while, Xingchuan came to his senses and found that Amemiya Yi was looking at him with a faint smile, and he didn't know what it meant.

"You... you can actually laugh, huh?"

The smile that had just appeared on Miss Amamiya's face disappeared instantly.

"I can still smile when necessary. I'm not expressionless," she said sullenly.

Is this person having a quarrel?

"...So, what exactly did the Minister want by recruiting me? Anyone else wouldn't be weaker than me, right?"

"It's not about what I'm going to do, but after knowing your true appearance, I'm very curious about something."

Yu Gongyi knocked on the chair, stretched out her left and right hands, and pointed her index fingers in two different directions.

"The you over there, and the you who appears in front of me now, which you is the real you?"

"..."

The bad girl was confused for a moment, as if Malphite's brain CPU was overloaded by this question that seemed like a philosophical question invading a mentally retarded question.

But when she thought about it carefully, it was just a mask.

One is used to reject others, alienate, and cut off contact with each other at school.

One used in a public relations shop to earn customers' smiles and money.

The two faces, each with a different purpose, switch back and forth. Does Amamiya mean, "Let me see how many faces you have?" or "Let me see which one is closer to the real you?"

"Perhaps there is no answer to this question, because both sides of you are the real you, and they respond differently to the group based on different circumstances."

Amamiya put her two fingers together and said, "What I want to see is the dazzling you in this school, in this classroom, after you've shed your bad girl image."

Who would understand if you said that?

Ms. Hoshikawa was a little confused by the riddle-like words, "So..?"

"So, please cut your bangs and take off your mask."

"Then use your stunning beauty to become a live streamer or a top influencer. Next, you'll face the challenge of reading the comments and the challenge of not laughing. Finally, you'll make it to the top 100 and reach the pinnacle of your life. Mm, an impeccable life plan."

“…”

"Has your logic died along with your morals?"

Amamiya shook her head.

"My logic and morals are quite flexible, and I don't even know if they're dead or not."

Golden Experience Requiem?! When?!

Hoshikawa Kitaka was shocked. This familiar conversation seemed to have happened in the morning?

No, it's not a loop, it's just that she led the conversation astray in the same way!

Different from the cool and elegant studious temperament this guy displays, the Minister... no, [Amamiya Yi]'s inner being is definitely something chaotic that is no less than a devil.

This person always managed to use some malicious and bizarre words that completely ignored the atmosphere to lead the entire conversation rhythm to the other side of abstract imaginary numbers, making her try to understand the individual [Amamiya Yi] at a rate close to zero...

"Anyway, Hoshikawa-san, you don't want your nighttime work to be exposed, do you?"