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

Water Sunday, Wednesday.

The weather is sunny today and the wind is light.

The early cherry blossoms are already showing signs of withering, and the pink-white petals are stained with a hint of gray, which is the breath of death.

And hay fever sufferers are also looking forward to the scene of cherry blossoms turning into mud.

They can finally take off their thick masks.

congratulations.

The poet who was sad for spring and autumn shed tears for this scene, and the patients who had suffered from bitter pollen for a long time sang and danced for it.

Unlucky people are all unhappy in their own way.

Qing Gongfeng is neither a sentimental poet nor a complaining hay fever patient, so he can only watch the quarrel between the two groups on the Internet without being able to participate in it.

Isn't this another kind of misfortune?

After closing the web page and turning on the radio station as usual, the familiar and beautiful female voice came to my ears again.

The theme of today's nanami-chan live broadcast is: Ten tips for dealing with NHK toll collectors.

congratulations.

Another useful life tip.

I just hope that no hot girl with a super short skirt will bother me today.

After getting off the train, Qing Gongfeng felt that he had benefited a lot. He wished he could flash into the radio broadcast room, grab Nanami-chan's hand, and say thank you.

Of course, the main thing is to say thank you, and I also want to see if Nanami-chan’s appearance matches her pleasant voice.

This is the paranoia I learned from Osamu Yamazaki.

Technology is advancing, which is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The bad thing is that people online are becoming less and less authentic.

For example, female anchor.

According to Osamu Yamazaki himself.

One night, he skillfully opened a commonly used live broadcast website and clicked on the room of a female anchor.

That was the anchor he paid the most attention to. His name was Cilo-chan. He had a sweet voice and one mouthful of Oni-chan would melt his heart.

Let me mention here that Osamu Yamazaki belongs to the Big Sister Party.

But even so, Osamu Yamazaki was still defeated by this multi-player character, Cilo-chan, and even became the first guest in Cilo-chan's live broadcast room.

Not for anything else, just to hear a sweet sentence: Welcome Xiuoni-chan to cilo-chan’s live broadcast room, I love you φ(＞w＜*)

I can only say that the powerful Douzong is so terrifying.

And this cilo-chan usually covers his face with a cute sticker during live broadcasts, making it difficult to see clearly and leaving people with boundless illusions.

They imagine that under that cute sticker, there will be a little face that is countless times cuter than the sticker.

And her small, pink lips opened slightly, and she spit out a sweet "Oni-chan".

Can't stand it, really can't stand it.

And that night, Osamu Yamazaki's favorite cilo-chan actually started role-playing.

She actually plays a hot lady.

I saw that Cilo-chan took off her usual JK uniform and Lolita that day, and put on a yellow jersey. In the eyes of Osamu Yamazaki, her allure increased to n levels.

Osamu Yamazaki's eyes glowed red, wishing he could transform into a mentor in Tokyo and break through the human limit of 72 times.

But just when Osamu Yamazaki was in the highest mood, a bug appeared in the live broadcast room, and the sticker on Cilo-chan's face suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, the popularity of the live broadcast room reached its peak.

A bad kind of heat, of course.

Osamu Yamazaki's original words at that time were: Even if I call her mom, she is too young. What I like is a big sister, not an old grandma!

Why, it was obviously two things that I liked, but together they turned into this miserable situation.

Osamu Yamazaki was miserable and had tears in his eyes.

From then on, the account named Xiu never appeared again, leaving only a good story for future generations.

It can only be said that men cry silently and women cry.

At this time, Qing Gongfeng felt that the number of classmates on the road had increased significantly. After thinking about it for a while, it turned out that the club of Nanimori Academy would start recruiting new students today.

You can actually learn something from the clubs of Neon High School. Among them, the baseball club is the most famous in terms of sports. Almost every high school has a baseball club.

They dream of climbing to Koshien and train hard every day in the wind and sun, just to fight for the little hope of success.

In terms of art, it belongs to the Light Music Department and the Literature Department.

Of course, these are almost irrelevant to Qing Gongfeng.

When he was in junior high school, he joined the Kendo Club, but found that the training there was as boring as children fighting. After quitting the club, he didn't find any clubs that he was interested in, so Qing Gongfeng became a member of the Homecoming Club.

If Tsurukawa Nanami hadn't asked every classmate to join the club, Qing Gongfeng would actually have wanted to continue fishing.

But the policy doesn't allow it.

It seems that I have no choice but to find a club where I can leave early. Even if I can't leave early, I can choose a club where the work is easier.

In short, if you can fish, you will never work.

Lunch break.

You can still do a lot of things during a one-hour lunch break. If you eat lunch faster, you can even take a half-hour nap.

But that's under the premise that the surroundings are relatively quiet.

Taking the lunch box to Rina Asai, Noriko Uchida, who was a little surprised when she saw this scene yesterday, is now a little more accepting of it.

Today’s lunch box is fried shrimp, rice balls, small sausages and broccoli.

It seems very simple, but in fact the taste is not weaker than the restaurant's signature dish. This is the confidence of lv.3's cooking skills.

"Kiyomiya-san, do you have any cooking tips?"

Uchida Noriko was a little curious, and Asai Rina also tilted her head and looked at it, obviously also wanting to know.

"The secret?" Qing Gongfeng thought for a moment and then said softly:

“Just do it with love.”

After Kaede Kiyomiya left, Noriko Uchida looked at Rina Asai, whose cheeks were a little red, and said with a smile.

"The love bento made by Kiyomiya-san, Rina-chan must eat it all."

In just two days, the relationship between the two has reached the point where they call each other by their first names. The friendship between girls is really amazing.

"What... what is the love bento... what is Noriko-chan talking about..."

Rina Asai's cheeks were stained with red, she was so cute.

"What I said is wrong...well - Rina-chan, it's too big..."

After stuffing the rice ball into Noriko Uchida's mouth, Rina Asai picked up the chopsticks and ate the bento, but the blush in her ears did not dissipate for a long time.

"Hurry up and eat well. Even such a big rice ball can't stop your mouth."

After swallowing the rice ball, Uchida Noriko showed an aunt's smile on her face. With the shyness of a girl as a side dish, she could finish three bowls of rice in this meal.

After spending 10 minutes to finish the bento, Kiyomiya Kaede and Osamu Yamazaki went to visit the club at Nanamori Academy.

Needless to say, the private Nanamori Academy is very wealthy, and even the student clubs are very popular.

There are countless societies, and their types are also strange.

However, after looking around, I didn't find anything that suited me. Osamu Yamazaki found someone with the same interest, and he went to the Aiman ​​Club to read comics.

Just when he thought that this trip would be in vain, Qing Gongfeng opened the innermost door on the third floor of the comprehensive activity building.

Unlike other clubs, interesting activities of the club are posted at the door, and there are no cute poster girls to greet you.

It was incompatible with the hustle and bustle around me.

Like a lonely boat in the sea.

The girl on the lone boat was lighting tea, her manners were elegant and beautiful, and every move she made was elegant. If she had changed her uniform into a kimono, she would really be the same as Yamato Nadeshiko.

Qing Gongfeng didn't say anything, and neither did the girl. She just sketched patterns on the tea foam.

Putting down the tea spoon, the girl raised her head lightly.

"What club?"

"Tea Society."

"Can I leave early?"

"Occasionally."

"social activity?"

"not much."

"Can I join the club?"

The girl paused for a moment and nodded.

"can."