Love Comes After Learning

"President, I'm here to submit the site survey materials..."

The only answer to him was silence.

The student union room was empty, although the lights were on, but after looking around, there was no one there... Maybe I left temporarily for something.

Asada frowned slightly, walked to the desk, put down the documents, and turned to look.

... saw it.

That's right.

However, a dead man.

Wearing the long black uniform dress of Shuzhiin Academy, with a curved back, a certain humanoid object lay on the ground next to the sofa, motionless, as if it was about to sink into the blood-red carpet.

The lovely long light pink hair is messy, and the left hand is stretched forward, as if trying to grab something, but there is no time to straighten it. He can only bend his arm, stick out his fingertips, and face a piece of white paper on the ground in front of him.

Asada looked at that scene indifferently, and immediately made a judgment in his heart——

There is no doubt that a murder occurred in the student council room.

The deceased... was none other than a senior he was familiar with.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help clenching his fists and holding his breath, not letting the painful breathing hurt his lungs.

He was still extremely calm and had no time to be sad. His reason instantly froze his brain and stabilized his nerves.

The atmosphere of silence is spreading, but the soft white light on the zenith can't bring any warmth, as if the falling temperature has frozen the blood, and at the same time, a chill has climbed up the skin.

The chilling trembling seemed to be real, and it weighed heavily on the heart, making it difficult to move.

After standing silent for a while, Asada suddenly lifted his foot, as if he had overcome the fear that could not be ignored. Even though his footsteps were heavy, he still walked step by step towards the dead thing that was usually lively and lovely, but now he could no longer speak.

Sadness flows like river.

"...There was no blood at the scene, and there were no traces of fighting. It should not be an attack."

He tried to be calm, his eyes couldn't bear it, and he spoke perfunctorily.

"There are two possibilities, one is suicide, and the other is assassination with drugs or blunt objects."

Asada was too lazy to make a rigorous logical analysis, he squatted beside the "corpse" while talking casually, touched the warm little head, and then nodded as if it made sense.

"The bones are not broken, there are no wounds, so it is not an external attack."

After speaking, he slapped the corpse's head without too much effort.

It seemed that there was still a muscle reflex left, the body trembled all over, and the small hand suddenly clenched into a fist, about to stand up and protest.

But Asada immediately thumped the floor next to her ear, and said loudly with righteous indignation.

"The beloved senior just left like this... Who is it! Who did it! I must find clues and avenge her!"

"..."

As if nothing happened, the fist loosened without a trace, and the corpse was still a corpse, motionless.

The corner of Asada's mouth twitched into a sneer.

He stood up, glanced at the white paper pointed by the corpse, and deliberately elongated his tone.

"Hey~ There seems to be a clue there... What was written on that blank paper?"

As he said that, he seemed to be going over there, but suddenly stopped and turned around.

"No, maybe it's a trap. It's the backhand left by the murderer. As soon as I touch it, I will die immediately! I must not be stupid. I want to live to help Secretary Fujiwara find the murderer, smash him to ashes, and sacrifice the secretary's spirit in the sky." !”

Asada spoke impassionedly, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the corpse on the ground, and could see that the pink hair was trembling slightly, as if holding back a smile.

Hehe, are you laughing at me stupidly in your heart?

Don't forget, when you are laughing at others, others are also laughing at you... Secretary Fujiwara, let me have fun with you.

Although I don't know what your purpose of pretending to be dead is, but I will not act according to your script——

The curve of the corner of his mouth became deeper, Asada glanced around the same student council room as usual, and let out a heavy breath.

"... Judging from the secretary's posture, she should still have the strength to act before she really dies, so that she can give the murderer a hint in time, and this extended finger is the key..."

He analyzed calmly, walked around the sofa slowly, and after pondering for a while, squatted down beside Secretary Fujiwara again, twisted her hair, and rubbed it.

"I see……"

he said softly.

"From the terrible hair quality, and the terrible smell like throwing sea urchins and sea mussels into a juice machine and mashing them for forty-nine days, I finally know!"

The girl's body began to tense up, as if it was about to explode and hurt people at any time, and staged a biochemical crisis.

Asada turned a blind eye, with a serious tone.

"Obviously, in the student union, the most popular, most respected, lively, generous, beautiful, lovable, and unparalleled in the sky, there is only Secretary Fujiwara, who is smart, clever, cheerful, and gentle—"

The corpse's muscles relaxed again, and every time she heard a word of his praise, she trembled slightly, and she seemed to be able to hear the cheerful sniggering below.

"She's going to die—"

Asada leaned close to her ear, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and spoke clearly every word.

"Stupid."

"..."

The body fell silent.

Asada looked at her side face, between the hair hanging on the floor, the soft and white cheeks were slowly bulging up like balloons, as if they were still flushed with anger.

Feeling the joy of being in a good mood, he didn't get up immediately, but counted silently for three seconds.

——Abandon thinking with Secretary Fujiwara's behavior pattern, she will stop pretending to be dead after about five seconds, and jump up to beat my chest with a small fist.

But, I haven't had enough fun... No, Secretary Fujiwara hasn't played enough. As a junior, I should respect my senior's will to play around.

So, can't stop yet.

So in the fourth second, when Secretary Fujiwara clenched his fist tightly again, just as a mudskipper stood up to express his anger, Shinichi Asada said suddenly.

"Huh? Ishigami, when did you come?"

Secretary Fujiwara suddenly stopped, and reflexively continued to pack the corpse.

——If I can tease Ishigami-san, it will be more fun!

That's probably what she thought?

There is no need to have any logic. People who use logic to speculate on Chika Fujiwara usually mess up their thinking.

Shinichi Asada was different. When he guessed Chika Fujiwara's actions, his thinking was always in confusion, basically in the state of "Hey hey, this seems very interesting, let me try it too!" 』Radioactive thinking mode.

It is also because of this that he can "play" Secretary Fujiwara so accurately.

... No, no, no, it can't be said to be a joke.

Senior Fujiwara pretended to be dead first, and he just played with her out of respect for the younger generation, how could it be called playing tricks?

It's more like a joke.

Where she didn't know, Asada's smiling face revealed a devilish maliciousness.

Then came Ishigami's lazy and deep voice.

"I just came here... Fujiwara-senpai, what's the matter, Asada?"

That's right, another false voice technique.

"Are you a ninja? You don't have any footsteps when you walk... I don't know what happened to her. As soon as I entered the student union office, I saw her lying on the ground, as if she was not breathing."

As if holding back a laugh, Asada answered with a little trembling.

Secretary Fujiwara knew that he could imitate other people's voices, and she wasn't so stupid that she couldn't even discover this kind of thing—after all, she was also the daughter of a diplomat, and her IQ test seemed to be higher than that of Senior Shinomiya.

However, her brain circuit is obviously completely different from that of ordinary geniuses. Her IQ is completely focused on eating, drinking, and having fun. Logical thinking is always ranked after "fun", and fun is the most important thing.

So use dialogue to arouse her interest and divert her attention.

Obviously, if he can also tease 'Ishigami' together, Secretary Fujiwara will be so happy that he will forget to doubt him.

Asada glanced at the corpse—Fujiwara Chika remained motionless, and had no intention of jumping up to expose him.

good, let's go on

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"Not breathing? How is it possible... Fujiwara-senpai is playing some kind of game again? As soon as she came in, she was pretending to be dead?"

"If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."

"Really, although she is a senior, Fujiwara-senpai is always as naive as an elementary school student... She is obviously in better shape than most high school students, especially Shinomiya-senpai."

"Hey Ishigami, this is sexual harassment. Also, it's best not to be heard by Shinomiya-senpai."

"Don't worry, I still want to live another seven or eighty years, until the virtual reality online game comes out and I'm assassinated by the maid team of the Shinomiya family..."

The chat-like dialogue should make Secretary Fujiwara's sense of expectation even higher - destroying the peace of daily life is something that all bear children long for.

'Ishigami' said helplessly.

"Senior, senior? Wake up, we have seen through your tricks!"

At the same time, Asada stretched out her hand and shook Fujiwara Chika's shoulder. Her body was stiff and there was no reaction. It seemed that she was determined to play dead to the end.

After shaking, the voice of 'Ishigami' panicked.

"Asada, I have a bad feeling... Should I call an ambulance first? If it's really an accident..."

"Don't worry, what about the heartbeat? It's impossible for her to pinch her heart with a substitute and stop it forcibly."

"That's what I said...then!"

This time Asada panicked: "Wait Ishigami, what are you going to do!?"

"Hey..." 'Ishigami' chuckled twice suddenly, with an undisguised evil in his voice: "If you slap senior sister on the butt, will she come back to life?"

After the words fell, Asada saw Chika Fujiwara trembling all over, moving her fingers, as if she wanted to protect her butt.