man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 329 [328] Supervision

The time to play with Nagisa sauce is always short. After the long-lost meal, and by the way, at the last minute, I helped Ms. Miyahara make up for the lessons that were missed in the past few days, and set the next stage of study outline for her to start self-study. Shiina Yizhi hurried to Marui Seafood to find sea cucumbers.

When I got home, I saw Senior Shino who was cleaning the room, and Wushan rained again and again without mentioning it.

The cohabitation life is gradually on the track (not counting the rented time).

It's just that from the second day on, Shiina Iori, who still occasionally exercises and jogs, no longer has the qualifications to enjoy leisurely at home and outside.

The arrival time required by the Student Union supervision is before [-]:[-] am.

Therefore, Shiina Iori got up at five o'clock to help Shino prepare some snacks, and then rushed to school.

I have to say, Gentle Township Hero Tomb.

Ever since I lived with Shino-senpai. No, it seems that since I started renting a house in Fuminoki’s apartment, Iori Shiina used to come to school half an hour before class every day to preview in advance, review after class, and often practice to expand my knowledge. , began to degenerate into a simple and kind boy who stepped on several boats at the same time.

The circumstances of life are truly ever-changing.

Women, sure enough, will affect learning.

"You came."

With such philosophical thinking, Shiina Iori was walking quickly around the direction of the classroom, and went straight into the student union office, when she heard a hoarse voice with a bit of vicissitudes behind her.

As soon as Shiina Iori turned her head, she found that the middle-aged teacher behind her seemed a little familiar.

But since he didn't recognize him at first sight, he shouldn't be his teacher.

He frowned: "Excuse me."

Because of his age, he instinctively rushed out honorific words.

"I am Harutora Yamashita."

With a hoarse voice, the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man opened his mouth full of stubble and said something.

As if he realized something when he noticed Shiina Iori's gaze, Harutora Yamashita touched the stubble on his face and the messy hair on the top of his head, and added with a wry smile for a while: "...the former secretary of the student council president."

"Oh huh?!"

Shiina Iori was trying to pretend to be acquainted with each other, but found that he seemed to know the other party.

Looking at the face and body contours again, it seems that it is really the glasses senior I met before.

It's just that looking at it now, I immediately feel that his spirit has been haggard several times, and now he looks so tired that he almost loses his appearance.

"Senior Yamashita, may I ask what this is?"

"Ah, nothing."

"It's just the sequelae of three times the workload for more than a week and only sleeping for three hours a day."

"I can survive on coffee."

"and"

As Harutora Yamashita said, he looked at Shiina Iori with an inexplicable light in his eyes: "It's because I comprehended too slowly."

"If I had known earlier that the president wanted you to take over the secretary's job, I would have quit the job a week ago. Damn it, that guy shouldn't just use his eyes to signal!"

In the middle of the speech, Harutora Yamashita couldn't help but fisted and fisted angrily.

It's just that even this venting action seemed extremely weak. When the fists and palms collided, one could almost hear the crisp bone rubbing sound of 'click'.

It looked pitiful.

"This"

Shiina Iori just wanted to blurt out the comforting words, but suddenly choked in her mouth, unable to utter a word.

With just this sentence, and thinking about the problems that Yukina Terashima can solve with actions, and try not to speak out, Shiina Iori will make up the general experience of this former secretary senior.

too difficult.

After thinking for a long time, Shiina Iori said with a guilty conscience, "I'm sorry for the unfortunate thing, Yamashita-senpai"

But before he finished speaking, Harutora Yamashita cried loudly to himself again: "—I said earlier that I would be promoted to the vice president if I gave up the position to you. What am I doing this week with so much work!?"

"Too busy."

Shiina Iori's expression froze instantly.

So you are going to be promoted?

"Anyway, remember to assist Chairman Terashima well in the future, Shiina-kun."

Yamashita Harutora's nagging seemed to have vented most of the anger accumulated in his heart for many days, and while handing the bag containing the seal and certificates to Iori, he patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

By this time, everyone was on their own, so Harutora Yamashita, who had always looked serious on weekdays, also showed a somewhat teasing expression, and said in an ambiguous tone:
"However, with Shiina-kun's relationship with the president, it must be fine, right?"

"Hmm~ Shiina-kun."

"what??"

Shiina Iori was a little confused, but he hadn't had time to make a move yet.

What's going on in the school again?

Seeing his somewhat ignorant appearance, Harutora Yamashita stretched out his elbow to yell at him with a haggard and bearded face: "From today onwards, everyone is a member of the student union, why are you pretending to me?"

"Hey, Shiina-kun. Tell me the truth."

Harutora Yamashita scanned the surrounding area, and cautiously approached: "Is President Terashima pregnant? How did you get two boats in one school?"

Looking at the distorted face that was vaguely jealous, Shiina Iori felt more and more doubts in her heart.

Sure enough, are all urban legends developed in such a form of one-point truth and nine-point bragging?

Shiina Iori felt that it might be more appropriate for him to transfer to Bunji's sociology major.

"cough."

However, before he started to compare with Harutora Yamashita in a low voice, he heard a light cough from behind the two of them.

"President Terashima."

Almost in an instant, Yamashita Harutora, who had a distorted expression of jealousy just now, had turned into an upright gentleman, bowing solemnly and bowing his head in Terashima Yuki's direction.

The posture is respectful and in line with etiquette.

Yuki Terashima seemed to have heard nothing, glanced at him sideways, and said flatly: "Vice President Yamashita, your office is on the second floor now, you can go directly there after completing the handover."

"Yes! President Terashima."

Heels slapped together, maybe it was because Harutora Yamashita's response was particularly sonorous and forceful when he heard Yuki Terashima himself admitting the title of 'Vice President'.

Shiina Iori glanced at him calmly.

He is very clear, thanks to the five senses that have been exercised all year round, even if the conversation between the two of them is separated by three or four meters, this woman who walks like a cat without a sound can definitely hear clearly.

Harutora Yamashita No, it should be the days after Vice President Yamashita, I'm afraid it won't be easy.

"Iori, come in."

When Yuki Terashima turned his head and spoke to Iori, I don't know if it was Iori's own illusion, but Yuki's tone seemed to be half a bit softer than before.

Just looking at that complexion, it was still flat and cold, without any emotional ups and downs.

Like an iceberg floating on the sea, always lonely and dazzling.

"Ah."

Shiina Iori agreed and wanted to follow in.

But Terashima Yuki paused for half a step, and turned to look at him: "At this time, you should say 'yes'."

Yizhi was stunned for a while when he heard the words, and then quickly realized:

"Yes."

As a result, Yuki Terashima showed a little satisfaction in his eyes, and led Iori into the door of the meeting room first.

It was still the student union room that I had visited many times before. As soon as Yuki Terashima entered, he stood in front of the table and quickly browsed through the documents and materials on the table, and then put one of them on the small square table next to the main seat:

"Iori, sort out this pile, and submit to me the parts that involve financial application reports, management changes, department additions and deletions, and give me a general classification of the others."

Just do what you say, Terashima Yuki has always been a vigorous and resolute temperament.

On the contrary, Shiina Iori, who had just followed into the room, was a little at a loss, and still asked in a daze: "But, isn't it written in the notice 'subject to supervision of the Student Union'?"

"Normally speaking, it should be to supervise me to study hard and make progress every day, right?"

"right."

Yuki Terashima had already taken his seat on the main seat, and replied in a reasonable tone: "Since it is in the process of being 'supervised', what content and activities the supervised object needs to complete and perform during this period of time should be Will it be managed by the student union?"

Hearing this, Shiina Iori suddenly had a not-so-good idea in her heart.

However, in the next second, the cryptic smile that slowly emerged on Yuki Terashima's face, and the cruelly curved corners of his mouth all confirmed Shiina Iori's guess.

The morning sun just happened to fall from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Yuki Terashima, reflecting very long the slender and slender back of Yuki Terashima when he was leaning on the ergonomic chair, and pulled out a long line in front of Shiina Iori, covering half of it. The shadow of the cheek.

Yuki Terashima crossed his fingers, and described this fact in an extremely gentle tone:

"That is to say, what should Iori do during this time."

"Everything is up to me."

"Clap."

Hearing this sentence, Shiina Iori, who had made a promise in her heart, fell to the ground with a pen in her hand, making a crisp sound.

Even the muscles are a little stiff.

But the emotions in my heart are intertwined with fear and excitement, which is subtle and complicated.

On the one hand, I am a little thankful that I don't need to move by myself, on the other hand, I am a little worried that my delicate body with a 19-point physique will not be able to withstand Miss Xing's violent storm.

"Then, what about classes and experiments?"

"The next time I conduct periodic class adjustments, I will try to move all the main courses in your class to the afternoon and evening."

"In the morning, stay with me."

Yuki Terashima's voice was light: "In short, you must stay in school all day every day."

"That's what the school expects from you."

"Iori-kun."

"."

Shiina Iori listened to Terashima Yuki's faint voice, and suddenly burst into tears.

If you want to adjust the course, you can adjust the course, and if you want to specify the work content, you can specify the work content.

This is probably the fragrance of capital and power.

"Go to work."

"Yes."

Hearing this, Shiina Iori had no choice but to sit down in front of the small square table on the side, and began to sort out the documents at hand.

Yuki Terashima is a very rational Miss Iceberg, who knows very well what can and cannot be done in the student union room where people may come at any time, so Shiina Iori will not worry about her own safety.

——Besides, even the orc tribes that have captured female elf knights know that they should first use the 997 overtime method to force their prey into a mental breakdown, and finally make them voluntarily become ethnic hotspots in order to avoid work, and carry out "squeeze first" The standard oppression process of labor value and post-extrusion physiological value' maximizes the utilization of resources.

Well, as the eldest lady of the Terashima family, the helm of a certain company, and the future successor of the chaebol, Yuki, of course, knows how to use a talent like Iori.

After assigning the task, Terashima Yuki did not continue to look at Iori, but took out a pair of glasses from the drawer to put on, picked up a pen and opened the document at hand, and soon entered the working state.

Seeing Xing's serious expression, Shiina Iori was inexplicably dazed at first, and then gradually came to his senses, opened the files in his hand and classified them simply according to Xing's words.

Unfortunately, because the working methods of the upper leadership of Dongda University are conservative, and all the documents of the student union need to be finally archived in the school archives, the relatively backward traditional four methods of 'document-fax-telephone-mail' are still used in the student union. couplet.

Therefore, many problems that can be solved with one button on the computer need to be stamped and sorted out page by page.

Mainly seals.

In Japan, the combination of seal + signature is a complete 'authentication process'.

Without one of them, even if the fingerprint is pressed, there is no way to confirm it according to the formal certification.

Although it has gradually improved over the past few years, Tokyo's love for seals has not diminished.

Even for a family like Yizhi, when he was working illegally at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he had his first seal—mainly used to authenticate contracts.

I flipped through a few rounds of documents casually. Although Iori was not familiar with this process at first, after flipping through a few pages and getting familiar with it, I got a general understanding and quickly completed a rough classification. .

After sorting it out, Jian Xing also sorted the documents into several parts, but because she still needed to look through each part, the speed was much slower than his side.

So Shiina Iori didn't step forward to disturb her, but just sat on the side seat, holding her chin and quietly looking at Miss Xing who was working.

It is different from the coldness and flatness in the usual days, or the enthusiasm when you are in love.

In the eyes of Shiina Iori, Yuki Terashima, who is in a state of thinking and judging, is an intermediate state between many emotions.

When flipping through the documents quickly, those usually cold eyes would slide around very nimbly like an ordinary girl, looking at ten lines at a glance.

When encountering certain problems, his expression will become a little tense, and even his brows will be slightly frowned, but the moment after thinking is over, he will look very relaxed again, and the corners of his eyes seem to be raised a few degrees, restrained and elegant radians.

And because the black wide and thick mirrors that are not often worn are framed on the ears, the long sideburns and long hair always slip down from the side of the face inadvertently.

At this time, she would lift the nib of the pen upside down in an elegant and natural movement, and use the neatly manicured little finger to pull up the lock of temple hair and put it behind the ear. During the whole process, her eyes were always focused on Looking at the material in front of him, he was not affected in the slightest.

Put your whole body and mind into the working state.

Thinking of the sickly girl who couldn't even tell the difference between butterflies and moths in the memory, Shiina Iori suddenly felt as if she was a world away.

Probably because she was able to devote herself wholeheartedly to what she wanted to do, that she could grow from that 'stupid' back then to the current 'Chairman Terashima'?

Shiina Iori rested her chin on one hand, looked at Yuki Terashima's profile, and suddenly had such a thought in her heart.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, Xing turned his head sharply.

The eyes just met.

And soon staggered.

"Is this all done?"

Xing said in surprise, stretched out his arm and took the document from Iori's desk, flipping through it casually.

Although she also knew that Iori was not the kind of person who likes to deal with things, but she was a little surprised that she could do it so quickly, and the error was not too big.

"pretty good."

However, Shiina Iori did not answer.

He seemed to think for a while before continuing to speak:

"fortunate."

"Ah."

Yuki Terashima did not raise his eyes, but just hummed softly, indicating that he was listening.

Then, I saw Shiina Iori showing a cheerful smile full of youthfulness, expressing her heart:

"You look good when you look serious."

Pen nib signing on paper, three centimeters in translation.

(End of this chapter)