I can't possibly have a fiancé [Comprehensive]

The first week after the transfer passed quickly.After school on Friday, Yamichi Chiriko came to the activity room of the Art Department, and just as she walked to the empty easel and wanted to sit down, she heard the director Nozomi Takenaka remind her from behind: "Shiraki-san, today's activity is not oil painting. "

"Huh?" Qian Li tilted her head when she heard the words, "Then what are you drawing?"

The boy raised his smiling face and pointed out the window under the clear sky: "Go outside and draw a sketch."

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There are a few leisurely white clouds floating in the blue sky, and three or five sparrows are standing high on the top of the ginkgo tree and chirping.A nimble squirrel made a rustling sound as it climbed up against the leaves. The sparrows on the branches were frightened and flew away with their gray wings.

Yamichi Chiriko walked along the boulevard with the drawing board in her arms and followed the large army of the art department.The light red pupil quietly looked at the various sports clubs around. When passing by the outdoor court of the basketball club, he was pleasantly surprised to see Ari Miyagi who was dribbling.

However, the two did not greet each other.Ari Miyagi was holding the ball to watch out for the opponent who was defending him tens of centimeters away, sweating and panting heavily.Yado Chiriko followed the members, so naturally she couldn't stop at will.

"Just here."

Crossing the football field and basketball field to reach the destination, Nozomi Takenaka ordered everyone to stop, took out a set of pencils for sketching from the bag he carried with him, and handed it to Yadichi Chiriko: "Shiraki-san just joined the club, and I haven't Buy a pencil? If you don't mind, you can use this first."

"Is it possible?" Qianli was a little surprised. After taking the pencil case and meeting Takenaka Wangzhen's sincere eyes, she thanked with a smile, "Thank you."

"Everyone is a member of the art department, you are welcome." The young man waved his hands modestly, then raised his head and said to everyone: "Okay, the theme of today's sketch is muscles. Everyone, keep your eyes open and look carefully. The smooth lines of the muscles are shown, is there a problem?"

"No--"

Everyone dragged their voices out, not surprised by the minister's order, and took out their painting tools and sat on the floor.

Only Qianli blinked in confusion, muscle, muscle?

whose muscles?boys?

But everyone is not a member of the sports club, and they are covered tightly in school uniforms. Where can you see your muscles?

After a moment of hesitation, she was about to ask, when suddenly a very familiar magnetic male voice came from behind.

"Why are all movements so stiff? Hey, do you want me to increase your training, huh?"

Qianli's eyes flashed, she turned around and looked in the direction of the source of the voice in surprise, and she saw a certain uncle who was pursing his lips tightly and frowning, teaching the tennis club members.

Trace Department!

After a long time, it turned out that the tennis club was right behind her!Didn't notice just now...

So, the 'muscle' that Minister Takenaka asked them to sketch is———

"Atobe, you said it lightly, didn't you see a large row of people from the art department staring at us?"

Xiang Riyue squatted on the ground, while avoiding the eyes of the art department, hugged his body tightly and complained: "Their eyes look like they want to take off our clothes, it's too scary!"

"Junior Xiang Ri is right. The art department is still the same as before. As soon as summer comes, we wander around the campus immediately..." An unknown senior from the tennis department trembled and echoed.

Yushi Ninazu also adjusted his glasses, and said in a sexy Kansai accent: "This kind of naked gaze is different from the usual audience's gaze, and it is indeed very uncomfortable for people."

However, a young master who has always been the focus of attention since he was a child can't understand everyone's feelings at all.

He looked impatient, and stood in front of the lounge chair with his arms crossed, and was about to give a good lecture to this group of members who couldn't bear even the smallest things, when suddenly he heard someone whispering beside him: "Hey, hey!" , look at that girl from the art department over there! She's so pretty."

"From the uniform, it looks like a first-year student? Is it a transfer student? How does it feel like Zhang Sheng's face?"

Transfer Students?Hearing this word, Atobe followed their gazes, and sure enough, he found the girl standing outside the wire mesh of the tennis club, wearing the brown plaid skirt of the Himei uniform.

With a slender waist, straight legs, and soft long hair blown by the summer wind, from a distance, the girl's slender white hands are placed on her forehead to block the sun. On her peaceful face, those smart eyes are looking at him become brighter afterwards.

Looking at each other, she was surprised at first, and then obvious joy appeared on her face, and she waved to him as a mouth shape.

[Mr. Atobu. ]

The girl's brows and eyes showed joy, and Keigo Atobe was stunned for a rare moment, and the frowning eyebrows also unintentionally relaxed.

She also came to the club activities of the art department.

Atobe raised his lips, and was just thinking about whether to go over to say hello, when he heard the passionate discussions of the members again.

"Is she the one transferred two days ago? What's her name? Baimu..."

"Shiraki Chili! I heard that she came back from studying in France,"

"Really? Tsk tsk, I'm really envious of those guys in the art department, who spend the whole day with their girls in a relaxed way, unlike us sweating so hard in the stadium all day, hey."

"Yeah, yeah, people are more popular than people, I really envy them——wow, Minister?!"

The second-year members were so frightened by the minister who suddenly appeared in front of them like a ghost that they almost had a heart attack. With pale faces and trembling, they swallowed in panic and said, "Minister..."

Atobe Keigo stared at them with a straight face as a warning, and asked in an angry tone: "Do you want to go to the art department? Okay, I agree! Do you need me to call the head of the art department again?" Say hello? Huh?"

"No! No! Minister, don't fire us!"

Several senior seniors were about to cry.They are all old men in the tennis club. They were one grade above the Atobu in junior high school. They witnessed the whole process of him seizing power in the tennis club as a freshman at that time, and also experienced how strict his requirements were for the club members. .

What approved them to go to the art department? This is clearly to tell them to get out!

"Running twenty laps around the school, it's not gorgeous!" Keigo Atobe gave the order with a cold face.

Seniors: ...Two, twenty laps?It's dark after running!

"But twenty laps..." The seniors were not reconciled.

Before the words of resistance were finished, they immediately received his silent reminder from the eyes of Ninja Yuji who was standing beside Atobe.

[Hurry up, otherwise it won't be as simple as running twenty laps. ]

Yes, is it...

The seniors wanted to cry but had no tears, dragging their exhausted bodies to resign themselves to their fate and run away.

However, before they ran out of the court, I saw from the corner of my eye that my stern minister who was dissatisfied with their desertion during training time put his tennis racket under his arm, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked to the court with elegant steps. The beautiful transfer student went in front of her.

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Unreconciled people: Minister, you...! ! ! !