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Someone has done statistics and found that among high school girls in Tokyo, less than 51% are still chaste.
Fujii Itsuki noticed that they came to the cafeteria together, "Are you friends now?"
friend
When Mr. Fujii asked this question, Rinka Hiiragi subconsciously looked at Matsumae Shinharu's profile.
The girl thought that since they had just met, they couldn’t be called friends at all, right?
Matsumae-san, how would you answer?
You will definitely say, "We are just classmates, right?"
"Yes, Rinka is a friend I just made."
As Matsumae Shinharu said this, she held up Hiiragi Rinka's hand and showed it to Fujii Itsuki.
Song, Songqian--
Hiiragi Rinka suddenly felt like crying. She wanted to give her her candy, two more. No, even if she had ten, it would be fine!
Fujii Itsuki smiled faintly. As expected of Matsumae, he made friends quickly, which was completely different from Jiuhua, who was cold, arrogant and prickly on the outside.
"That's good. I originally thought that you two would have greater communication barriers, but now it seems that your situations are similar. The opposite has a positive effect, and your relationship is getting better quickly."
"Hiiragi-san."
".Here! Here, Mr. Fujii!"
"Get along well with Matsumae in the future. She is a very easy-to-talk-to person. In addition, she is a shrine maiden of Matsumae Shrine. She usually dresses very beautifully. If you are interested in her, you can go to Matsumae Shrine in Sapporo to visit her during your holidays."
Xinchun is still a witch
Matsumae Shinharu is already very beautiful, and Hiiragi Rinka can't even imagine how beautiful Shinharu would be in a shrine maiden's costume.
"Remember, remember."
When having dinner with his female student, Fujii Itsuki naturally knew that he had to keep his distance, so he didn't chat with Matsumae as much as usual.
But what he was reading now was her mother's novel.
Both of them have a very deep understanding of the novel, so when talking about the novel, the past, and her mother when she was in college, Matsumae Shinchun often couldn't help but cover her face and smile.
The girl often thought, "As expected, chatting with Mr. Fujii is more fun than going to school."
It would be nice if I could stay with the teacher all day at school.
"By the way, how are you and Jiuhua doing?"
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"Matsumae?"
".Very good, Mr. Fujii, don't worry." Matsumae Shinchun tilted her head slightly and smiled elegantly.
Fujii Itsuki was relieved, "Well, Jiuhua is always talking about friends. I guess since you two are getting to know each other again, she would be happy to agree to let you be friends. I've finished my meal, and it's not good to sit here for a long time. I have work to do at the beginning of the new semester, so I'll go back to the office first."
"Good teacher."
Fujii Itsuki picked up the plate, stood up and left.
Matsumae Shinharu watched his back disappear into the cafeteria, and felt a little lonely again.
In the past, at home, Mr. Fujii could talk to me all day long, and if I had any questions, I could just ask the teacher across from me.
".Xinchun, did you lie just now?"
Hiiragi Rinka was silent for several minutes, and finally, she said this sentence hesitantly, and added, "About Jiuhua-san..."
Matsumae Shinchun turned her attention back to the new friend beside her. From her eyes, she could tell that she cared about her.
The girl nodded with a heavy heart:
"Well, Yue is my childhood sweetheart, we grew up together. We haven't seen each other for many years. This time I came to Tachibana Kita, in addition to the most fundamental reason, Mr. Fujii, I also wanted to see her."
"But Jiuhua-san doesn't seem to want to talk to Xinchun."
Hiiragi Rinka seemed to have suddenly seen something and looked diagonally across.
Matsumae Shinchun also followed her gaze and looked in that direction.
She actually saw Jiu Huayue sitting and eating with a girl with short hair and a red hair band tied around her ears.
The two were still chatting and seemed to be in a good relationship.
how come.
Matsumae Shinharu felt heartbroken, and inexplicably thought of the days when they were childhood sweethearts and held hands every day.
Is it because Xiaoyue has new friends that she ignores me?
Who is the person next to her?
Hiiragi Rinka recognized him and answered Matsumae Shinharu in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "It's Yang Kui from Class B, a first-year member of the wind instrument club."
Wind band?
Music club?
Could it be that the Kasuga Shadow that Xiaoyue practiced so hard for was not for herself, but for this classmate named Yang Kui?
They are good friends now.
Hiiragi Rinka noticed Matsumae Shinchun's complicated expression and she was very concerned:
"Would you like to try and strike up a conversation?"
Matsumae Shinchun was immersed in loss, remembering the cold look in Jiuhuayue's eyes when she glanced at her in the morning.
"No, no need"
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The unhappy mood lasted all day.
Although Matsumae Shinchun noticed that Jiuhuayue occasionally glanced at her, she never chose to come up and talk to her.
The girl said nothing, she just remained silent, feeling lonely.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, the club time after school.
Since Matsumae Shinharu has not joined any club yet, she contacted the housekeeper Sakurahaku in advance. After saying goodbye to Mr. Fujii, she prepared to take the bus home.
The setting sun was brilliant, and the white snow was dyed with a touch of orange.
The silvery moonlight on the Big Ben of the Moon Tower indicates the dazzling light of the setting sun in the evening.
The girl, with her schoolbag in her hands, walked towards the school gate along the edge of the Moon Building in a daze.
The sounds of the baseball and handball clubs jogging could be heard on the playground; members of the track and field club began practicing on the first day, and both boys and girls were sweating profusely.
Because she was too focused on Xiaoyue making new friends, Matsumae Shinchun didn't notice that she was going in the wrong direction.
What brought her back to her senses was a radical passage of music.
——It’s a small one!
It has a loud, clear and high-pitched timbre that is unique among wind instruments.
Matsumae Shinchun, who had been in the Saint's Wind Band, immediately recognized the instrument to which the music belonged.
This music, um, is good for practice.
Matsumae Shinchun's attention was attracted by the sound from the platform. She followed the stairs leading to the backyard of Tachibana Kita and looked towards that place.
I saw a short-haired girl with a red hair bun standing in a high place, facing the entire Jubei College.
The music stopped for a moment.
The girl on the platform sent a sharp breath into her mouth. She moved her fingers, switching the syllables, and the heavy tone of eight scales flew out passionately, as if to hit the momentum of breaking through the door into her ears. The high-pitched emotion made her head ache slightly, but also made her chest rise and fall, and her brain felt comfortable as if it was pierced through.
Matsumae Shinchun was instantly attracted to the girl.
You can tell his technique is pretty good, he must have practiced for several years at least.
And isn’t that the short-haired girl who had lunch with Yue at noon?
Should I try to talk to her because of Yue?
The girl is not sure.
Matsumae Shinchun quietly raised her head and peeked at the girl practicing through the green trees stained with snow.
She listened with a sense of sympathy and appreciation.
But the performance suddenly stopped.
The short-haired girl above put down the trumpet in her hand and looked over here, meeting her eyes.
The short-haired girl smiled softly, her navy sailor skirt and white bow tie fluttering in the wind.
This smile was truly impressive, like suddenly not being able to hear any sounds around you and seeing the sun in midsummer. Instantly, the surrounding snow and drifting ice were melted by the warmth and sunshine.
Matsumae Shinchun had never seen a girl who could smile so brightly.
"You've been eavesdropping for a long time, aren't you going to come up?"
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This sentence came from above, and Matsumae Shinchun knew that she had no choice but to go up and talk.
Chapter 47: Remarks on the Release (to be released tomorrow at noon)
Twenty thousand words.
It's the harem.
Not a eunuch.
Chapter 48: Kokoharu x Chitose (Part )