The girl under the cherry blossoms, her smile is like a flower

The hotel bus stopped outside the station, and the members of the Nanamori Kendo Club got off and got back on.

"Tsurukawa-sensei, can I have a room of my own then?"

On the bus, Kiyomiya Kaede asked Tsurukawa Nanami.

"Well - theoretically no."

"Actually?"

"We need a reason to be recognized." Tsurukawa Nanami said, her eyes looking a little red.

Qing Gong Feng thought for a moment, "Teacher Tsurukawa, you know, I am actually a non-staff member of the Kendo Club. There are already various small groups formed in it. It is really difficult for me, an outsider, to integrate into it."

"Kiyomiya-san means that he was excluded from the Kendo Club?"

Tsurukawa Nanami held back her laughter.

"Oh, yes, that's what Mr. Tsurukawa meant." Qingmiya Feng clapped his hands in agreement.

"Okay, that's a good reason, but Kiyomiya-san will have to pay for the room himself."

"Of course. I can't ask Mr. Tsurukawa to book a room for me just because I have a good relationship with him."

"What are you thinking about! The expenses for this trip will be reimbursed by the school, and the teacher will keep a record." Nanami Tsurukawa patted Kiyomiya Kaede on the head gently.

"That's perfect! In the past, the capitalists sucked our blood. Now the opportunity to suck the blood of the capitalists is right in front of us," Qing Gong Feng put his hands on Tsurukawa Nanami's shoulders, looking excited, "Teacher Tsurukawa, we must seize this opportunity!"

The hands are so big. This was the first thought that came to Nanami Tsurukawa’s mind. How could a teenager have such big hands?

"...How can Kiyomiya-san speak so cynically at such a young age?" she said.

Qing Gong Feng scratched his face and said, "I just read Marx's Capital recently."

"There's no chance this year, but if Kiyomiya-san works hard, maybe the school will arrange a bigger room for the Kendo Club next year."

Tsurukawa Nanami comforted him softly.

Qing Gong Feng fell into deep thought.

"If we don't work hard, we'll still be crowded together next year and won't be able to attract the school's attention. If we work hard and win big prizes, the school's reputation will increase, which will bring us more benefits. Then we'll live in good rooms and successfully attract the school's attention." He counted on his fingers.

"Yes, it is like that."

"But what we earn is far less than what we earn in school."

"Yes, it is like that."

"Then how come the school doesn't lose out?" Qing Gong Feng stared at her.

Tsurukawa Nanami finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

"What are you talking about? You are so happy."

Shiratori Mori turned around from the front and asked curiously.

"Teacher Tsurukawa and I are discussing how to suck the blood of capitalists." Qingmiya Feng whispered softly.

Shiratori Mori's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You won't take me with you on this fun adventure? Tell me now!"

The two of them started discussing intensely like little kids, with an occasional shocking remark causing Nanami Tsurukawa to cover her forehead with her hands.

Time passed quickly.

The bus arrived at the hotel.

This is also one of the sponsors of the Yulongqi competition, and there is even a special kendo field in the hotel for students participating in the competition to train.

"Everyone, don't leave anything in the car."

"it is good--"

Qing Gong Feng's belongings were just a suitcase and a shoulder bag, and then he took some things for the two female teachers.

Tsurukawa Nanami felt sorry for him and only handed him a small bag, but Shiratori Mori was much less polite and directly stuffed his own suitcase over to him, saying that this was the price for the secret photos taken just now.

Let’s talk about those photos. Although the two teachers felt it was a bit embarrassing to cry in front of their students, it didn’t seem to be a problem when they thought that the person was Qingmiya Feng.

Especially Shiratori Mori, she no longer has any face in front of Qingmiya Feng.

Besides, Qing Gong Feng took the photo at a very good time. The two young female teachers in the photo looked tearful and a little melancholy.