My exorcist harem has billions of problems/This Tokyo is not too cold

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Qiu Feng is already a regular visitor, and originally thought that he could return to a little leisure life before the intermediate exorcist assessment, but Tianwu Guogao's cultural festival came quietly inadvertently.

With a slightly tired face, Nangong Yao walked into the classroom with a haha.

In the blink of an eye, it was a new week, and it was an unforgettable weekend. Nan Gongyao felt that if he went on like this, he might have to return to the days of taking supplements every day.

Nangong Yao subconsciously looked at the position belonging to Miyano Hejiu.

The haunting voice from last night seemed to still ring in my ears.

Bah, I definitely won't just be so addicted!

Isn't it just black silk, buttocks and long legs? I'm going to be a man in the sea, how could I give in because of such a petty gain!

Nangong Yao's throat moved, feeling that if Mrs. Miyano hadn't just come back at that time, he really couldn't help being tempted.

Until now, he can still recall Mrs. Miyano's shocked appearance, and Miyano Hejiu's way of turning her head away and slipping away on high heels.

Mrs. Miyano, who reacted, was overjoyed. She didn't expect her daughter to have such a sentiment, but she also regretted that such a good situation was destroyed by her own hands?

Lovely granddaughter is stillborn...

To deal with this kind of thing twice in just two days, I can only have a good time, but I can't eat it. Nan Gongyao said that he is kind and tired.

Fortunately, it was released twice by He Jiayuyi Bainen's subordinates and Cherry Xiaozui, otherwise what would happen if it was choked.

"Nangong, you're back to your senses!" Arima Hong walked up to Nangong Yao, waved his hands, and said in a strange tone: "Why do you look like you've been squeezed out, today is a cultural festival, you just come on stage like this? "

"On stage?"

Nangong Yao came back to his senses, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "What stage are you on?"

Arima Hong handed a form in front of him: "Your memory is fishy, ​​right? The opening ceremony of the cultural festival was performed. At that time, the head teacher asked people to sign up. When I approached you, you agreed."

"Hey, hey, you made something out of nothing, why don't I remember."

"I have a recording."

"???"

Nangong Yao had a question mark on his head.

Then he heard the familiar quarrel.

Then there was the voice of Ma Hong coming over to ask him.

Then, Nangong Yao couldn't help but couldn't hear what Arima Hong said. He was anxious to extinguish the flames of war between Bai Ze Hanabi and He Jia Yui, and agreed in a daze...

You Ma Hong saw the corners of Nangong Yao's mouth twitching, looking tired, and couldn't help asking:

"You, are you not prepared for anything?"

Nangong Yao covered his face.

"Then what should I do, the project has been submitted." Arima Hiroshi said helplessly, "Why don't you go and discuss with Senior Nanmeng, and your project will be cut off."

Nan Menglin is the head of the music department. The reason why he doesn't have much time to manage the affairs of the music department is to spend a lot of time on these things to increase his resume.

It is really tiring to worry about studying and to do these tedious things, and have not yet found a suitable successor.

I heard that Nan Menglin is the chairman of the executive committee of this cultural festival, if Nan Gongyao is not prepared, it should be okay to have a relationship.

Nangong Yao frowned: "What did you report to me?"

"Clarinet solo, you said it yourself."

At that time, I could still have such a subconscious reaction, as expected of me.

Nangong Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's no problem, and this one doesn't need any preparation."

"As expected of you, Yao!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you actually came to me at that time, tell me honestly, did you do it on purpose!"

Arima Hong smiled awkwardly, and spread his hands: "You really can't blame me for this matter, it's all the head teacher's idea, I was just forced."

Nan Gongyao was taken aback for a moment, that loli class teacher actually has such a hand?

Sure enough, Loli's heart was black.

Let Arima Hiroshi go for now.

Nangong Yao was lying on the desk with his schoolbag in his arms. Anyway, the cultural festival hadn't started yet, so it wouldn't be too much to take a break.

Arima Hiroshi held a guidebook for cultural festival activities that he didn't know where to get, and walked to the side with great interest: "Hey, Nangong, the maid shop opened by the fifth class, do you want to take a look?"

"not interested."

"That pink loli is in the class."

"Hiss, really?"

"Can I still lie to you? I heard that she came here in white silk in the morning."

Nangong Yao suddenly lost half of his interest.

White loli is good, but black silk is yyds.

Also, lack of energy.

Nangong Yao lay down again weakly: "Forget it, go by yourself, I'll sleep for a while."

There is no need for normal classes in the cultural festival, and there is still some time before his performance.

"No way." Seeing that the other party's favorite things couldn't arouse his sexual interest, Arima Hong was a little suspicious: "What did you do last night, could it be that you were sucked dry by the vixen?"

"Yes, yes, it's more than just energy, my whole soul has been sucked away."

Arima Hong suddenly became interested, squatting at Nangong Yao's table, glanced at the fact that the master did not come, and asked furtively, "Nangong, tell me the truth, how far have you and the president grown?"

Arima Kokuni was a member of the student union when he was in high school, and he used to call Miyano Hejiu the president.

"Ha, why are you so gossiping all of a sudden?"

"I'm just curious, what would it be like for a domineering person like Mr. President to be with you in private."

Nangong Yao opened his eyes and took a look: "How is your girlfriend?"

Arima Hong's waist immediately stood up: "That's needless to say, of course he obeys his words!"

"Yuan Ai, why are you here?"

Seeing Nangong Yao saying this to him in a serious manner, Ma Hong immediately got goosebumps, and hurriedly turned around: "Yuan Ai, what I just said was irony, ha, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

After closing his eyes and finishing this sentence, he turned his head and begged for mercy.

But for a long time, there was no movement.

Open your eyes and look, there is no love for Ling Ziyuan, but the melon-eating crowd in the class looked at the majestic monitor who was originally in the class, and at this moment, he seemed to be a strict wife, covering his mouth unconsciously. Let yourself laugh out loud.

I don't know who couldn't hold back and laughed.

Then the whole class was full of laughter.

It is simply social death.

Arima Hong wanted to cry but had no tears, the image he established in the class was completely collapsed.

Looking back, the culprit, Nangong Yao, was lying on the table and sleeping soundly?

Excessive!

"Bastard..." Without saying a word, he felt an inexplicable breath appearing behind him, and the hand that was originally stretched out was retracted in an instant.

Turning around, Arima Hong couldn't help swallowing: "Yo, Mr. Vice President, good morning."

"Well, early."

He Jia Yui's attitude towards Arima Hiroshi was not bad, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "What do you want to do with Nangong?"

"No, it's fine!"

"Oh."

"Farewell!"

The enemy is too strong, farewell!

"Nangong, why did you fall asleep again, get up quickly."

He Jiajie played with Nangong Yao's hair mischievously with her hands, and was in a hurry to go out. Nangong Yao's hair was still a bit messy after waking up.

"What do you mean falling asleep again? I didn't just fall asleep."

Nangong Yao replied weakly.

He Jia Yuyi still treated Nangong Yao's hair as a toy with a childlike innocence, not to mention, it was quite amusing.

"Don't make trouble."

Nangong Yao dazedly held the little hand above his head.

Seeing that he was so listless, He Jiayu's small eyes suddenly rolled, leaned closer, blew into his ear, and then whispered a few words.

Nangong Yao got up at a lightning speed and looked at her suspiciously:

"Is this true?"

"Yo, are you refreshed?"

"Hey, with you around, I'm naturally energetic."

"Tch, glib."

He Jiayu gave him a blank look: "I don't guarantee it, if they don't agree, I can't help it."

"Ahem, this is what you agreed to in the first place. If you don't agree, you can't justify it."

"uh-huh?"

"Okay, Yui is the best, come, give me a kiss."

Suddenly, when the surrounding air became colder, He Jiayu smiled more and more happily, pointing to her fair and tender cheeks:

"Dear."

"Cough, in fact, you should not be too unscrupulous when speaking in public." Nan Gongyao said with a serious face, turning his head slowly.

Sure enough, Shirasawa Hanabi came to the classroom at some point, looking at them with a smile.

It's just that the smile is a little cold.

"Hanabi, good morning."

He Jia Yui snorted, "What's the matter, put on a bad face in the morning, as if someone owed her hundreds of dollars."

The dead woman is cute when she is cute, and she is not soft-hearted when it is time to dig a hole for him to dance.

One day I will teach you well.

Nangong Yao said silently in his heart.

"That's right, what about the money you owe me?" Bai Ze Hanabi crossed his arms and looked at He Jia Yui with beautiful eyes, as if he wanted to kill her with his eyes.

He Jiayu frowned: "When did I owe you money?"

For small money fans, money naturally plays an important role.

"Oh, you don't think I was joking at that time, did you?" Bai Ze Hanabi sneered, "If there was no mortgage from me at that time, do you think those real estates would still be available for nothing?"

"Hey, stingy."

"Either way, if you don't appear in front of me today, then the share will be the pocket money that Miss Ben gave you."

He Jiayu twitched her lips: "Such a small amount of money, this lady is not rare."

"Then you give it back to me."

"What's the hurry, did I eat your rice or something."

"You didn't eat my rice, but you stole my family." Bai Ze Huahuo snorted and said bluntly.

Nangong Yao sighed lightly.

The two started again.

The word enemy is used to describe them.