[Comprehensive] It's the end of the world again

It was precisely because of this little episode that the plan to go to Miota-senpai's class drama performance in the afternoon was cancelled, but he didn't have much regret about it - after all, he just likes a lively atmosphere.

In comparison, this student who was suddenly injured should feel it is a pity, after all, it is such a rare school festival.

"Me?" The girl with twin tails took the food he handed over, and smiled indifferently, "I'm not sorry, in fact, today is my first day of school."

Yong suddenly felt even more embarrassed. He encountered this kind of thing on the first day of school, but when it came to delaying school, he thought of a rumor he had heard before...

"By the way, I don't seem to have introduced myself yet!" The girl suddenly raised her head, her beautiful cat eyes smiling into crescent moons, "Hello, my name is Enoshima Junko."

Sure enough, it is this 'super high school-level graphic model'.

However, in an ordinary preparatory subject, is it really just a coincidence that there are so many people with 'super high school level' talents suddenly appearing around?

Enoshima Dunko: "Yong-kun, I heard that you are the only special recruit this year?"

Yong raised his eyebrows. After coming to this world, most people would choose to use polite and distant surnames to call unfamiliar people, but this Miss Enoshima seems to be not familiar with this aspect because she has been abroad for a long time. Very particular, and fortunately he didn't care much about calling it a thing.

So is there really something weird about this identity?

He nodded: "Yes."

Enoshima-san didn't seem like the kind of person who would tell a joke. She said, "Hope's Peak Academy doesn't have special admissions."

No... special admissions?

"Never before." The smile on Enoshima Junko's face slowly disappeared, and her expression looked a little serious, "In addition to the undergraduates that absorb cutting-edge talents in various fields, the significance of the existence of preparatory disciplines is albeit To the outside world, they are preparatory talents who have passed the entrance examination and may have undiscovered talents, but in fact, as long as they pay a large amount of tuition fees, they can enter the school, and everyone is tacit at this time."

"So for such a school, what is the significance of special admissions?"

"It doesn't need to attract students with particularly good grades to study here in order to ensure the rate of admission like ordinary schools. So, you really haven't thought about why they opened the special recruitment channel this year to accept your admission? "

Yong: "What do you want to say?"

Enoshima shook her head, her expression was serious: "I just want to know if something happened to this school—during the first two weeks when they blocked me from enrolling."

"stop?"

Enoshima: "Although it was announced that the reason was due to the conflict of working hours, in fact it was because the school council contacted my agent and said it was not yet time." She spread her hands and her tone changed Lively, "But I've already fired her."

Thoroughly, fire.

She laughed, put her hand on the table beside her, and looked sideways at the special recruit with a smile: "Matsui...Is it Mr. Yijie? I heard that the murderer was not found. He was really killed." Is it?"

"And Aso, the grass root? It seems that he jumped off the building after the suicide, and left a strange statement that everyone died long ago, didn't he?"

Yong frowned: "What do you want to say?"

"Hope Peak's evil of excessive pursuit of hope has emerged. They nourished despair with their own hands," Enoshima said calmly, "I hope you can help me. I want to know what this school is planning."

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When he returned to the booth, the sky was already getting dark, and he realized that he had chatted with the new undergraduate for a long time, then shook his head with a smile.

The world-class model, who seems totally unaware of superstardom, is a surprisingly chatty classmate.

Although her curiosity about the major events that happened before is really distressing.

Only the squad leader was left at the booth. After seeing him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a somewhat apologetic expression: "I will trouble you next."

Yong took the apron and put it on, and smiled at the short-haired girl in front of him: "It's okay, there's nothing wrong anyway."

The petite girl bowed slightly to him, and then ran quickly to the person who was waiting for her not far away. The boy who was a head taller than her lowered his head and said something with a smile, gently touching her ear A strand of hair was pushed behind the ear.

Paper lanterns were lit up sporadically in front of the stalls, the girls put on beautiful kimonos, and the petals of cherry blossoms on the trees seemed to fall endlessly, so beautiful that it was almost dreamlike.

The special student who had never set up a stall before quietly stared at the grill in front of him for a while, and was a little thankful that the plan of takoyaki was rejected, otherwise it would be very troublesome to just listen to the name.

There is a row of different miso next to it, the dango is in the box, because everyone is busy dating, so he is the only one, although he has learned how to deal with dango in the home economics class before, but it still makes him suddenly pushed to the front line like this The veteran soldier felt a long-lost sense of tension.

Fortunately, dumplings seem to be very common in festivals, and their class stalls are also in the corners, so not many people actually come to buy them.

Except for the first time he was in a hurry and almost mislabeled miso, he quickly adapted to his new identity, picked up the fan and happily became the new store manager.

But soon the new store manager was smashed——

"Jing...hao...classmate...student..." There was almost a will-o'-the-wisp behind the senior in the blue kimono.

"Miota-senpai," the store manager cheerfully handed over a box, topped with miso, "please eat dango."

Even the girl with a light tone who was wearing a kimono and carrying a guitar behind her back took a bite of the dumpling, stared at the smiling younger generation with vicious eyes, and said vaguely, "...that's not the problem!"

"Okay, I'm very sorry, something happened in the afternoon." The junior who found that he couldn't be fooled apologized very simply, "Senior Miota..."

"Ara! There are dumplings here!" The blond princess poked her head out from behind Miota Yuibuki suddenly, and looked at the box in his hand with surprise, "Can I have a copy, please? It looks great! "

This super high school-level princess is extremely beautiful, she has gentle and dazzling blond hair like light and blue and quiet eyes like the sea.

"Classmate Sonia!!" The mechanic who rushed over was stunned when he saw the booth in front of them, "...Do you like dumplings?"

"Because it looks delicious!" The princess turned to the store manager with her eyebrows frowned, "Please pack fifteen servings, buy some more and let's try it together! Can you please ask Zuo Tian to help you get some, me and Wei Biao, go ahead and take a look!"

After finishing speaking, she pulled the blue-haired light-toned girl and ran away happily, leaving behind the mechanic who wanted to follow him but had to stay where he was because he was assigned a task. He said to the store manager with a somewhat aggrieved expression: "……faster."

forever:"……"

In the end, he still roasted a bunch of skewers against the more and more impatient eyes of the other party-as a newly appointed store manager, this speed is really his limit, so wait until the super high school-level mechanic Zuo Tian By the time I got a thick stack of fifteen dumplings, not a short time had passed.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Yong Chang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off his sweat, feeling that it would be a little bit reluctant to take care of the booth by himself at such a time.

"Yeah." The mechanic nodded, raised his head and whispered 'thank you' with an awkward expression, then immediately turned and chased the direction where the two girls disappeared.

It was completely dark, and there were more and more people on the street. More and more people made him feel overwhelmed. Then when he wanted to pour miso again, he couldn’t pick up the other side. When the dumplings were about to burn, one hand took over his movements.

He froze for a moment, but only saw a side face with a mask.

The other party seemed to notice his gaze, and pointed to the grill next to him: "It's almost mushy."

The people who were queuing let out a small exclamation, but the maple ghost in red who appeared later put his index finger on his lips and made a gesture of silence to everyone.

After finally surviving the most crowded period of time, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

A Ming lifted the mask over his head, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead: "Brother Yong, you haven't..."

"Amin," the man interrupted him, but he didn't look into his eyes, "Why don't you change your yukata, this is the tradition of the Japanese Cherry Blossom Festival."

He smiled: "Aren't you also wearing a uniform?"

Although he couldn't see that person's expression, he somehow felt that it was because of his shy look. He suddenly became ill-intentioned, opened his hands and smiled at him, "Does it look good?"

"Um... sorry." The man still didn't look at him, but from his angle, he could see that his earlobe was red as if it was about to bleed, "...I didn't expect..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice not far away.

The next moment, extremely dazzling fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the light trail was infinitely elongated, catching up with the stars and kissing the falling petals.

Yong was pulled to his knees at the back of the booth by a sudden pull on his right hand.

The people around raised their heads and softly marveled at the beautiful scenery in front of them.

The fireworks in the sky printed flickering lights on his face.

A gentle flower petal lightly bypassed the ceiling and fell leisurely on the tip of his hair.

Their breaths were almost lingering.

"you……"

A hand gently pressed the back of his neck, interrupting his words.

"Nice," he said.

The author has something to say:

yoooo~

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Thank you little angel =w=

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