My System is Always Trying To Force Me To Confess

"Huh? I don't seem to have noticed this... But Shirakawa-san has never brought a bento to school... Usually they go to the cafeteria or canteen."

"There should be, right? Shirakawa-san has a girlfriend, right?"

"How come, do you have a girlfriend to confess to Hayakawa-san? It's too bad!"

"Everyone said it was a misunderstanding~"

"Girlfriend... It should be the head of the calligraphy department, Tsukimi classmate, right? I often see them walking all the way..."

The girls started to discuss in a row, while Natsuori Asano pulled away and calmly extracted the information he needed from the fragmented information.

What kind of weakness does this damned sister control have?

Asano Natsuori secretly inquired about him, while Shirakawa Zeping didn't know anything about it. At this moment, he was holding a lunch bread and walked quickly to an activity room.

He rented a small room by himself, and couldn't even get a set of pots and pans, not to mention making his own bento to bring to school. Although it is more economical to cook at home, in terms of time and cost, it is still more cost-effective to buy it directly.

"Excuse me." Shirakawa Zeping shouted symbolically and pushed open the door of the calligraphy club.

"Bai...Student Baichuan..." A voice sounded weakly, and as the owner of the voice lowered his head shyly, the remaining words "Good afternoon" gradually sank.

Those are a pair of extremely pure and lovely eyes, like a deer born in spring, with a little vigilance in curiosity.

The black hair just over the neck was braided into a small braid on the side, and a light red headband was tied at the end, just revealing the delicate and soft earlobes.

As her head was buried lower and lower, the blush on the girl's cheeks gradually spread to the tips of her ears.

The two had known each other for almost a year, and the girl seemed a little too afraid to take the initiative to greet Baichuan Zeping. The good afternoon sentence just now had exhausted the courage she had finally accumulated.

"Well, Tachibana-san, isn't Director Tsukimi not here?" Shirakawa Zeping didn't want to let the girl continue to bury her head, and took the initiative to say.

Ju Zhimo calmed down, clutching the skirt of his school uniform and carefully replied: "The minister is not here, it seems that he was called away by the teacher in charge..."

Aside from the initiative to say hello at the beginning, Zhimo Tachibana was able to communicate more normally with Zeping Shirakawa, who had known him for a long time.

Shirakawa Zeping heard the words, nodded, and did not investigate the reason why the head of the calligraphy department went out. He pushed aside a mess of rice paper in the activity room, cleared out an open space on a table, and sat down to start focusing on lunch.

Today, the activity room is as chaotic as usual, but it's better to bear with it. Don't encourage the arrogance of the Paramecium minister too much.

After sitting down for only two seconds, Shirakawa Zeping frowned and got up to find the cleaning tools in the activity room.

Seeing the familiar movements of Baichuan Zeping, Ju Zhimo secretly revealed a little smile in his sparkling and warm eyes, and then quickly got up and helped Baichuan Zeping clean together.

Shirakawa-san, it's still the same... I see the place that has to be neat~

He usually chooses to spend his lunch break here. It's not because it would be embarrassing to eat bread alone in the classroom, but Shirakawa Zeping felt that the calligraphy club's activity room gave him a faint sense of security.

Maybe it's because all the Chinese characters are written on the rice paper on the table, or maybe it's a deer with clear eyes in the calligraphy department's activity room. During his high school career, he spent most of his free time here.

Coincidentally, Shirakawa Zeping wanted to join the calligraphy club because he wanted to find a learner who can write well and use it to improve his proficiency in Japanese writing skills.

It's just that he didn't think for a while that Neon's calligraphy club actually practiced Chinese characters.

There is no wife in the wife cake, there is no lion in the lion's head, and there is no Japanese in the neon calligraphy club.

Fortunately, learning from Miss Ji Juzhimo's talent bonus did not disappoint Shirakawa Zeping's hard work. After obtaining her bonus, Shirakawa Zeping's Japanese writing finally became elegant and atmospheric, and it would never be as awkward as before.

But having said that, it has been a year since he set Tachibana Zhimo as the target of Raiders and Learning Ji. On the other side, Hayakawa Xiazhi has passively confessed four times, and Ju Zhimo seems to have no signs yet.

What is the basis for this judgment of confession interception?

With the brain power of Shirakawa Zeping, Rao couldn't figure out the working principle of this low wall system. As he chewed the bread slowly, he wandered the world, thinking about all kinds of messes.

For him, this is a rare rest.

Tachibana Zhimo sat opposite Shirakawa Zeping, nibbling at his own bread. She originally brought bento to school, but since Shirakawa Zeping often went to the activity room for lunch breaks, she only brought a piece of bread for lunch.

The lunch break at Neon High School was not long. As Tachibana Zhimo closed the book in front of him, Shirakawa Zeping also woke up from his wandering.

"Let... see you after school!" Miss Ju Zhimo nervously waved to Bai Chuan Zeping. She was not used to saying goodbye like this, so her movements seemed a little stiff.

"Well, see you after school."

Ju Zhimo turned around and let out a quiet sigh of relief, while clenching his small fists.

Very good! It's time to say goodbye! Keep going! Little ink!

A piece of pink thin envelope paper floated down from the book with the stiff wave of Tang Zhimo before~www.readwn.com~...

Without even thinking about it, Shirakawa Zeping quickly caught the envelope and called out to Tachibana Zhimo.

"Tachibana-san, wait a minute."

At the moment when the envelope was naturally handed out, a light suddenly flashed in Shirakawa Zeping's mind.

Damn it, it's too bad!

Sure enough, from the perspective of Zeping Baichuan, when Ju Zhimo saw the pink love envelope, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face quickly turned red.

"Bai Bai Bai Bai Bai... classmate Bai Chuan... me me me..." Miss Ju Zhimo's tongue immediately began to knot.

"This...I want to ask my family...after all...this age...married or something..."

She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at Bai Chuan Zeping in the slightest. The long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a few crystal tears hanging on them. Bei Te bit his lips, revealing an expression that was about to cry.

"Marriage?" Bai Chuan Zeping was shocked by Miss Ju Zhimo's brain hole.

According to his understanding, such a strange coincidence is obviously the fault of the system. It is estimated that some boy has stuffed Miss Ju Zhimo with a letter of confession, but she has not found out for a while...

Since it's a misunderstanding, let's clear it up... But why did this Xueji Ji want to get married as soon as she came up?

"No... No!" Tachibana Zhimo quickly waved his hand.

"I'm not saying that I don't want to marry you, Shirakawa-san..."

As soon as these words came out, Ju Zhimo immediately consciously lost his words, and said in a panic, "I didn't mean to want to be with you, Bai Chuan..."

She seemed to feel that she couldn't explain it clearly, she simply covered her face with her hands, squatted down with her head down, and let out a scream like a small animal.

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