After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

"Call an emergency club meeting now!"

During the office hours in the afternoon, Xie Huamei, the president of the fashion agency, called all the members for a meeting.

She stood in the middle, looking down at the sitting boys.

"The school festival is about to start. Do you have any novel ideas about the theme of this year's club?"

Haruto Saotome raised her hand and asked tentatively, "Would you like to continue last year's nail salon? I remember it was quite popular."

"Pass, next." Xie Huamei directly rejected his proposal, "The useless man should not speak for now."

Qingli was wronged and wronged: "Oh..."

It's rare to see Qingli's embarrassment in front of the president. Daoyu Yuyue laughed like he was having fun, and said coldly: "Come on, it's still popular like that? It's like who doesn't know what those boys are thinking. "

His ridicule was not without reason. Although the nail salon was mainly for girls in the school, the last people who patronized it were mostly boys, and most of them were ulterior motives.

In addition, their club has a small number of people, and it was built with the number of people. It couldn't handle it at all, so that Xie Huamei went on strike when she was doing her job, annoyed that she would close down early, and let it go.

That nail salon can be said to be the shadow of half of the club.

"Just do whatever you want, since they are all from the school anyway."

The one who was speaking was Ubi Huizhi, he was the younger brother of the art teacher Ubi Tianyuan. When Yubi teacher heard that they didn’t have enough staff to build the fashion department, he stuffed Huizhi in, saying, “Of course my gorgeous brother You also have to join the gorgeous club", but in fact it is just throwing the burden away.

He and Yue Yue, who was also threatened by the prostitute Taro to join the club, are almost brothers and sisters.

"No! Even if we do something casually, our club can't lose too much to other people." Mei slammed the table, unwilling to compromise on this.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Yuhao Huizhi shut up.

Seeing that the three useless men couldn't offer any suggestions that satisfied her, Xie Huamei's dissatisfaction reached its peak. Just as she was about to have a fit, she heard a knock on the club's door. Qingli walked over to open the door consciously, and saw the Sushan Lianxue outside the door.

"Sushan? What's the matter?"

Sushan Lianxue is a first-year school girl and a member of the handicraft club next door. She is a girl with a super good personality and popularity. Even Xiaomei's willful personality can't stop her charm.

Seeing the chaotic scene inside the door, she hesitated and asked, "Ah... Did I come at the wrong time?"

"No, you came just in time."

Xie Huamei jumped off the bench she was stepping on, ran to the door and pushed Qingli aside, propped the door with one hand and asked warmly: "Don't worry about these useless boys, Xiao Lianxue, your club is going to study this year. What are you going to do?"

Received such a warm greeting, Lianxue was a little embarrassed: "I just wanted to talk about this matter. Our president intends to hold a theme event with the fashion agency, and sent me to ask for your opinion, senior."

It's really drowsy to send a pillow, someone to share his worries for him, Xie Huamei naturally agrees.

"That's great, I wonder what your club wants to hold?"

"Yes..." Lianxue hesitated to speak, glanced at the three seniors in the room with a strange expression, and whispered in Mei's ear.

"It's a maid cafe."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Qingli, who was the closest and could hear clearly, almost choked. He turned his head to look at the other two who were still in a different state, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Xie Huamei was also taken aback when she heard this topic, and a few boys in fluffy maid outfits appeared in her mind, and she laughed so hard that she couldn't help but tremble.

She patted Lianxue on the shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "Very good, it's exactly what I want, your president has a lot of ideas."

Wen Yan Lianxue had a happy expression: "Is it really possible? Thank you senior sister, then I will go back first."

"Well, let's go."

After sending Lianxue away, Xie Huamei closed the club's door, and her attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant.She folded her arms and stood side by side with Qingli, as if she was in a panic.

"You two heard it too, the handicraft club next door is going to hold this year's school festival with us."

"So? What are you going to do?" Yan Yue didn't care about how the club was doing, he just wanted to end it and go home.

"Hum..."

Xie Huamei smiled maliciously, staring at the two of them with hairs on their backs.

"It's a themed cafe, what do you think?"

Hui Zhi, who was completely unaware of the sinister intentions of the two people in front of him, rested his chin absently: "Isn't this very common, that kind of thing is fine anyway."

Xie Huamei raised her hand: "Since everyone has no objection, let's make a decision like this. When the time comes, you must obey all my arrangements."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

The tone of the answer was also extremely perfunctory, but when she thought of seeing the photos of the club boys in women's clothing at the school festival, Xiaomei's mood was super good, and she didn't care much about the other party's indifferent attitude.

She waved her hand to announce the end of the department's work, and let people go, while she and Qingli continued to sit in the club classroom to waste time.

Qingli was playing Tetris, and an unread message suddenly popped up on the phone.

Satoru: Are you at school?

He quit the game, clicked on the chat interface and sent the other party back.

Haruri: Work in the Ministry, what's the matter?

"Why is it so noisy outside?"

At this time, Xie Huamei got up a little irritably and walked to the window. There was a burst of noisy voices from the downstairs at the right time. I don't know what happened.

She was about to close the window when she saw a group of students gathered in the direction of the school gate. In the center of the crowd was a tall, white-haired boy wearing sunglasses. It seemed that he was not a student in the school. He was lowering his head and concentrating on it. Looking at the phone, he turned a blind eye to the eyes cast around him.

"Why is there someone from another school standing at the door, looking for someone?"

Hearing this sentence, Qingli blinked, and if she felt something, she leaned forward to look, and after seeing who the person at the bottom of the building was, he sighed in surprise.

Looking at the phone screen again, Wu has already sent a message.

Satoru: I'm at the gate of your school, come down and let's eat parfait together.

Satoru: There are so many people around, it's annoying.

Well, it seems that I was right.

Xie Huamei asked him, "Do you know the person below?"

Qingli hesitated to speak, and said hesitantly: "Well...he came to see me, Xiaomei, you also know him."

"Huh? How did I know—" Xie Huamei's voice stopped abruptly. She opened her eyes and couldn't help shouting, "He's your boyfriend?!"

Qingli silently nodded, confirming her friend's conjecture.

He returned to his seat, picked up his schoolbag, pushed open the club door and said with a smile, "That's it, Xiaomei, I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

Xie Huamei: "..."

You bastard who forgets friends after seeing sex!

Qingli couldn't wait to rush all the way down the stairs with her bag in her hand. As soon as she stepped out of the gate of the activity building, she felt a chill on the side of her face. The turbulent water flowed directly past the front door and headed in another direction. Today is the fourth time she has become a girl Qingli wiped her face resignedly, and looked around.

What came into my eyes were several high school students, one of them had dark blue hair, his school uniform shirt was exposed, and he was holding a water hose bubbling out and shooting at random.

In addition to him, the unlucky guy who left early, there were two acquaintances who were recruited-my wife Zenyi screamed and hid, and Kamado Tanjirou called the other party to stop his behavior while being barked. There was no time to care about him who was affected by innocence.

Haruhi: "..."

You first-year freshmen, don't play around with the water pipe without authorization!

It will cause trouble for the janitor grandpa!

The hot water in the water bottle she brought with her had been used up, so Haruto had no choice but to walk towards the school gate like this, while lifting up the trousers that dragged to the ground due to the transformation, and re-fastened the belt buckle.

True, the shirt on his body was also wet, but luckily it was loose enough not to embarrass him so much.

After all, wearing the school's knitted sweater on such a hot day is really embarrassing him.

Gojo Satoru over there seemed to be chatting with a girl, talking and laughing, and when he sensed Haruna's arrival, he ended the conversation in time, and waved to himself who was standing outside the crowd and was thinking about how to squeeze in.

"Qingli, here and here."

Seeing that he was blocked outside and unable to get in, Gojo Satoru simply walked over by himself, relying on his tall stature to forcefully squeeze away those people who stood in the way to watch the fun.

As soon as he got close, he began to complain.

"It came so slowly, do you just have the heart to watch your boyfriend being accosted by others?"

Qingli murmured: "Hmm... Didn't Wu have a good chat with that girl?"

"I'm not happy, it's Xiaoqingli, you read it wrong."

The two chatted while walking, ignoring a group of fellow students who were staring dumbfounded behind them, and they didn't see Butterfly Ninja who was looking at this scene not far away with a livid face.

Walking on the road, Gojo Satoru, who noticed that the front of his clothes was wet, asked, "Why are you wet here?"

Qingli said nonchalantly: "It was accidentally sprinkled with some water just now, so I can only maintain this form temporarily."

Gojo Satoru's tone was slightly disappointed: "Oh—I thought you came to see me like this on purpose."

"Does Wu like my girlish appearance better? That's right. After all, I met you with this appearance. If Wu wants to see it, I can do it anytime."

"That's not what I meant...Forget it, Xiao Qingli, you won't understand."

He scratched his head, and simply took off his uniform jacket and put it on the opponent.

"Put it on, or you'll catch a cold."

Qingli raised her head to look at the weather, she was a little confused and puzzled by the bright sunlight in the morning and afternoon.

He said frankly: "The weather is very hot, so you won't get sick at this level."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Gojo Satoru sighed in admiration: "So Xiaoqingli, you really don't understand style at all!"