My Girlfriend is Yingriri

Too many farts, the longest line doesn't even have ten people, is that too much?

In the past, during military training at the university, people who lined up in the cafeteria could line up from the window to the door of the cafeteria in one go, that's how many people there are.

"Junior." The senior sister turned her head to look, "Why don't you go out to eat?"

Let’s not talk about the senior sister eating very slowly, and also likes to be quiet. Seeing the cafeteria full of people at the moment, I just feel that it is noisy, and I can’t help but feel withdrawn.

"Just eat in the cafeteria." Kiyosuke Hashima didn't feel noisy at all, rather he was quite friendly. Compared with the deserted and always quiet high school cafeteria, the atmosphere of the university cafeteria was much stronger. "I didn't eat in the college cafeteria." A life of eating is an incomplete student life."

"Tsk, the younger generation seems to be very excited. If you want to expose your body, remember to notify me in advance and let me take a picture with my mobile phone." The senior sister complained, but did not insist on going out to eat, "What is better to eat?"

"It's very simple." Kiyosuke Hashima ignored the senior sister's complaints, and simply replied, "Which window has the longest queue, you can eat whatever you want at noon."

Senior Sister: "..."

Word-of-mouth is very important, but it may be picked up by others, so the real way to judge is repeat customers. If there are enough windows for repeat customers, it will definitely not be bad.

Anyone in the cafeteria can come in to eat, regardless of their status. There are self-service machines in conspicuous places. Kiyosuke Hashima glanced at it and found that the operation of the machines is the same as that in the high school cafeteria, except that there are many more dishes and the names are more strange.

"Must win set meal," "opportunity set meal," "A Chef's Wrath," "Zaoying Story" and so on, I don't know what it is just by looking at the name.

Kiyosuke Hashima and his senior sister chose the most popular volcanic beef rice bowl, and then sat down in the corner with the plate.

Fifty centimeters of wooden baffles were also installed on many tables in the cafeteria. Kiyosuke Hashima didn't understand what it was for at first, but it was only after the senior sister explained that this thing was actually used to block other people's eyes, referred to as ' I don't know if I should say considerate or picky about single seats' or 'lonely seats'.

The two quickly had lunch, the taste was really good, and the price was cheap, much cheaper than eating in restaurants outside.

Just after eating, Kiyosuke Hashima suddenly felt someone rubbing against his lap, needless to say, there was no one else except Senior Sister.

"doing what?"

Kiyosuke Hashima put down his chopsticks and looked up.

"Dessert." The senior held her chin with her right hand and looked at the neighboring table. "I want dessert."

Hashima Kiyosuke turned his head to look, and was speechless immediately.

In front of the two girls at the next table was a serving of several layers of creamy ice cream, which was nothing more than ice cream, and there was actually a piece of biscuit underneath.

"...ice cream pancakes?"

Kiyosuke Hashima quickly recalled the dark dishes he saw on the self-service machine.

It is normal for ice cream to be a dessert, but eating ice cream and biscuits together makes Kiyosuke Hashima a little unacceptable.

So when buying desserts, Kiyosuke Hashima simply bought only one portion.

"Hey, junior, don't you eat?"

"Don't eat."

Kiyosuke Hashima shook his head decisively.

If it should be sweet, it should be sweet, if it should be salty, it should be salty, if you eat biscuits, you should eat salty, any sugar in biscuits is heresy, let alone eating biscuits with ice cream!

"Tsk, I understand the meaning of the younger generation." The senior sister's eyes turned, and the corners of her pink lips quickly raised upwards, "If you want me to feed you, just say it, no need to go around."

Who wants you to feed, don't talk to yourself!

The senior sister picked up the spoon, scooped a scoop of ice cream, and handed it to Kiyosuke Hashima: "Hey, let's eat."

You want to say 'hey, let's eat', right?

Now I should reply to you, I will not eat the food that comes from you!

"Farewell."

Kiyosuke Hashima stood up silently, and took the two people's dinner plates to the recycling place. There is no cleaning lady in the cafeteria. This kind of thing depends on self-consciousness.

Putting the dinner plate in the recycling place, a girl's crisp shout suddenly sounded from behind Kiyosuke Hashima.

"Hashima-kun, why are you here?"

Kiyosuke Hashima turned his head to look, and a girl with long hair and shawl came into his eyes, with a melon-shaped face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and light makeup on his face, about seventy percent, but there was some remnants on his chest.

"...Hayasaka-senpai?"

Kiyosuke Hashima hesitated for two seconds before calling out the name of the girl in front of him.

He has a very strong memory now, and quickly found the existence of the girl in front of him from his mind. During the summer show, when he helped Misaki Kamisaki to save the emergency, the girl in front of him was a member of the cosplay team at that time.

Hearing Kiyosuke Hashima calling out her name, Hayasaka Junko quickly laughed, two small pear dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, she looked quite cute, the summer exhibition has passed for more than a month, and she can still remember herself after so long , of course makes people happy.

"Hey, Junko-chan." Another short-haired girl looked at Kiyosuke Hashima curiously, her eyes sparkling, "Who is this boy?"

"That, that..." Hayasaka Junko hesitated, with a hesitant expression on his face.

Kiyosuke Hashima observed the words and expressions, and quickly came to a judgment in his mind. It is estimated that this senior sister did not disclose the fact that she is a cosplayer to her friends.

"I'm Kiyosuke Hashima, please give me your advice." Kiyosuke Hashima smiled and helped out.

"Ah, it's so pretty when you smile. "The short-haired girl covered her chest, a slight blush appeared on her face, and she turned her eyes, "What's your relationship with Junko-chan?"Is it a secret boyfriend? "

"D-Of course not!" Junko Hayasaka shook her head quickly, blushing and said, "Kun-chan, don't talk nonsense."

Kiyosuke Hashima restrained his smile and replied politely: "Senior Hayasaka once helped me."

"Which department do you study in?" the short-haired girl asked curiously.

"I'm still in high school." Kiyosuke Hashima explained, "This time I'm here with others to give out the wish materials."

"So you're a high school student?" The short-haired girl's eyes lit up, "You're absolutely right to choose Zaoying University."

Hey, it's not that you went to Zaoying University by yourself, you should hear clearly before speaking!

"Student." The short-haired girl waved vigorously, and said crisply, "Come and have a friendship!"

Kiyosuke Hashima was startled: "What?"

"Friendship." The girl pointed to her nose with a bright smile, "Junko-chan and I will take you to experience the colorful life of college students in advance."

"..."

Kiyosuke Hashima rubbed the center of his brows, and suddenly remembered a diary of a contemporary Japanese college student he saw on Twitter.

"April [-]st, Xiaoyu. I finally got admitted to the ideal Dongda University. The cherry blossoms in the rain are so beautiful. I rewarded myself with a Switch. In order to be admitted to Dongda University, I have never played games since I went to high school. Now I can finally get better It's a fun game."

"On April [-], I'm going to the library to read a book. Now is far from the time to slack off. For my own goals, I should work harder."

"On April [-]rd, a senior asked me to go out for a fellowship, but I declined. Can fellowship be as important as study?"

"On April [-]th, seniors called me for fellowship again. This time I agreed, and my repeated refusals would leave a bad impression on seniors... But after participating, my impression of fellowship has changed. Drinking with my peers It turned out to be so fun to chat, and there was a girl with dimples in her smile, she was quite cute."

"April [-]th, go out for friendship."

"April [-]th, go out for friendship."

"April [-]th, go out for friendship."

"April [-]th, Natsume, Natsume, how can you be so depraved, have you forgotten your goal? You can't go on like this, starting tomorrow, you must study hard and enrich yourself, so that you can live up to so many years of hard work .”

"April [-]th, go out for friendship."

"May [-]st, time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, I have been enrolled for a month, and I have to go to the library to read books today... Wait, the phone call, go out to socialize."

"..."

Japanese college students are the least hardworking people in the world. It has become the consensus of the whole of Japan. Some people have even published books on this topic. The Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications conducted a questionnaire survey of tens of thousands of people and found that 50% of Japanese college students read books every day. The time is zero, and 0% of Kiyosuke Hashima's college students have not read a book in a week. If the option of part-time job is removed, the favorite activity of contemporary Japanese college students is fellowship.

The so-called friendship means that boys and girls get together, drink, chat, brag and fart, anyway, there is nothing serious about it.

"How is it?" the short-haired girl asked expectantly, "Come to socialize at night, there are many cute girls, and my junior will definitely be very popular."

Hearing what you say, I won't agree!Now I'm walking on thin ice, I don't know when I will be hacked, I don't want to be popular at all!

Hashima Kiyosuke was thinking about how to refuse, when suddenly there was a pleasant voice behind him, as if the evening wind was blowing through the bamboo forest: "Mr. Junior, are these two your friends?"

The two female college students turned their heads to look, and quickly opened their eyes wide.

"Good, so beautiful."

"This black long straight girl is too beautiful."

Even though they are both girls, the two of them have to admit that the senior is very good-looking. If they give a rating, they will be at least [-] or above, and they might even stand out in the National School Flower Competition.

Senior sister walked over, and under the stunned gaze of the two female college students, she embraced Kiyosuke Hashima's arm, "I'm sorry, Kiyosuke has caused trouble for you two."

You should bow when apologizing, what are you talking about with your arms folded, you are clearly swearing your sovereignty!

"No trouble, no trouble." The short-haired girl had a slightly stiff smile on her face.

Hayasaka Junko bit her lower lip, moved her gaze down fifteen centimeters, and landed on her senior's chest. She stepped back half a step as if she had been hit hard, her eyes full of resentment.

Not to mention good-looking, but the breasts are so big and the legs are so long, it's a foul!

"Haha..." The short-haired college student laughed dryly, "Junior, Junko-chan and I have something to do, let's go first and say goodbye."

With such a beautiful girlfriend, but also a fart, of course it is used to unlock more poses and positions at night!

"Your junior is very powerful." Xiazhiqiu Shiyu retracted her gaze, folded her hands on her chest, and half-narrowed her wine-red eyes, "When I ate a dessert, you hooked up with two female college students. Should I call you Mister Humanoid Self-Propelled Cannon?"

Kiyosuke Hashima's face darkened slightly: "Don't shout."

If you are really a humanoid self-propelled cannon, you have already asked for leave to give birth at home!

"The girl just now is an acquaintance I met at the summer fair..."

Kiyosuke Hashima explained the situation again, "Is the dessert finished?"

"Of course not." The senior sister closed one eye, never absent her venomous tongue, "The younger generation flirts with two girls in front of me, so there is no mood to eat."

Hajima Kiyosuke was expressionless: "Then go back and continue eating."

The two walked back to the table and sat down.

"The two girls seemed to be talking about friendship just now?"

The senior sister picked up the spoon, shoveled a spoonful of ice cream, and put it in her mouth.

"After I enroll in April next year, many people should invite me to join the fellowship." The senior sister pursed her pink lips and said nonchalantly, "Do you think I want to go?"

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded: "Should go."

"boom."

Pain in foot.

The senior sister froze her pretty face, and tortured Kiyosuke Hashima under the table.