Love Comes After Learning

Shinichi Asada leaned back on the chair with empty eyes as if he had been hit hard, as if his soul had come out of his shell.

Fumino Guqiao, who was eavesdropping on their chat, raised a pair of clear brown eyes and looked at him curiously.

"That kind of thing happened... By the way, Asada-kun, so you can act?"

Fuutarou Uesugi, who was eavesdropping on their conversation, let out a pleasant low laugh at the book.

"Hey hey hey... the mobile phone given by the boss, it's time to return to work..."

Seeing Asada's ugly face and not answering, Wuyue leaned forward and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him softly.

"Asada-kun, it's okay! I know you don't like to be in the spotlight, so I specially asked the school's editors..."

Asada rolled his dead fish-like eyes, the light of hope in the eyes was like a candle in the wind, reflecting May's gentle smile of "please wrap it on me".

"Help you mosaic your face."

"..."

"In this way, no one will be able to see your face clearly...it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Asada stared at her blankly for a few seconds, then suppressed the aching between her brows, and lowered her head in pain.

I'll go to your sister...it's okay to go to your sister.

God, such a straightforward, serious and lovely child, why on earth is he stupider than Yotsuba...

I shouldn't have praised her just now...

At this moment, his mood was both uncomfortable and complicated, and thousands of words flowed through his mind, converging into one sentence.

"May--"

Asada Shinichi took a deep breath, like a brave man who was about to face the difficulties of life and death, with a resolute and resolute expression, he spoke loudly to the girl.

"I, on Friday, will be sick and have to take time off."

Wuyue froze for a moment, then opened her mouth wide in disbelief.

"Eh—?! No, you can't pretend to be sick, Asada-kun, Kirisu-sensei will be angry if he finds out!"

Asada pressed her palm on the table, leaned forward, stared at Wuyue at close range, gritted his teeth and said:

"Student May, please make it clear that I am the one who is angry now! I think we have to have a good talk, and wait for me in the woods behind the sports warehouse after school, no, see you, no, leave!"

"The... grove behind the sports warehouse?"

"Correct."

"Then, isn't that the holy place of confession spread in the school..."

"...Yes, I will let you cry and say sorry."

"Is it up to me?! And it's so scary! Who would accept that kind of confession!"

"Father, or executioner."

"That's called confession!"

"...So, why do you think so fast when you only complain?"

Asada couldn't guess the girl's head, unfortunately, there was an extra one.

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It's class time.

The modern Chinese teacher in front of the stage was talking about the contents of the exam papers for the new semester, but Nakano Wuyue was involuntarily distracted, and the dangling pen tip never landed on the notebook.

Before the teacher came in, she talked about many inexplicable things with Asada-kun, and accidentally forgot to tell him what she originally wanted to say.

But if there are other people present, even if they remember, they might not be able to speak, right?

Something about Clover, something about myself.

In the message she replied last night, she didn't include her feelings about telling him after all the dust had settled.

"Haha...what's the matter with this feeling of stepping into a swamp..."

I couldn't move, and it was difficult to advance and retreat, but the sisters were all in front.

Wu Yue looked at the straight-backed male classmate in the front seat. He was also with them, and they seemed to be entangled by invisible threads.

Wu Yue could only watch as they entangled each other and fell into the swamp, and worries about whether they would perish gradually rose.

And because the chasing figure and caring family members are in front, she can only try her best to catch up and watch the thread wrap around herself bit by bit.

May suddenly froze for a moment, then murmured.

"I can actually use this kind of literary metaphor. Could it be that my modern literature has improved...?"

how could it be possible.

She lay limply on the table, looked at the scores starting with five on the test paper, and sighed deeply.

"Sure enough, no matter this aspect or that aspect, I have no idea...

Chapter 75 Don’t think you can trick me so easily

During the break, Asada used the power of the student union to quickly find the school's video editor, and thought "to avoid copyright issues", "protection of portrait rights", and "a certain classmate is a popular artist, which is beneficial to her." "Influence" and other reasons that sound lofty but cannot withstand scrutiny at all, let the editor remove the part of the stage performance.

After all, it was the request of the person concerned and a member of the student union, so it was naturally impossible for the other party not to agree.

After confirming that his basic appeals had been listened to, Asada went back to class contentedly.

Of course, in order to prevent the other party from saying, "Isn't it okay to have a mosaic?" ’ which caused him to be very happy and sad, and he also specially ordered “it must not be used” and “please delete that clip directly”.

He didn't feel at ease even talking about it, so he simply set up a trick and asked the other party to open the original file and editor of the film by himself, and watched the editor annihilate that embarrassingly affectionate performance before deleting it. under the key.

Although this is the only way to go, but he has no grievances with the editor, the other party can't continue to use the original file after he leaves, right?

Obsessive-compulsive disorder kills all possible accidents in the cradle. In order not to let the "unshakable second king" become "a loving and affectionate male god with superb acting" and spread in the school, he is forced to feel popular Asada Shinichi tried his best.

It is impossible for him to know that catastrophe is imminent three days later, like a scumbag who is about to face the college entrance examination but is still playing games, just sit there and wait to die, calmly accepting the fate of public execution.

Maybe there are some gloomy tortoises who want to see him laugh, but how can Asada, who has intelligence, power, and action, let the other party succeed so easily?

"A final confirmation on Thursday to make sure everything is in order...

"Want to see a famous scene? Want to see me being ashamed and embarrassing in front of the whole school? Hmph!"

Facing the empty air, he sneered heavily.

"I don't know how many times I have dismantled this kind of FLAG. Don't think that it is so simple that you can trick me."

As for May, Asada doesn't blame her. After all, she just did it out of good intentions and an inexplicable sense of participation. It's fine if she is dissatisfied verbally. There is no need to really take her to the grove Lesson".

Instead of throwing a tantrum incompetently and furiously over there, it is better to quickly find a way to solve the predicament in front of him - Asada implemented this sentence personally.

But now, Nakano Mayzuki, who still foolishly thinks that he can have fun with the whole school on Friday, has no idea that things have quietly changed.

...Girl, times have changed.

With such emotions, Asada passed the morning class with ease.

The lunch box at noon was eaten with Uesugi Fuutarou. While eating lunch, the two smiled at each other with deep meaning, and their attitude was very friendly.

Although they didn't talk a word, the atmosphere was inexplicably harmonious.

The first period in the afternoon was physical education class. Seeing that the weather looked like it was going to rain at any time, the physical education teacher asked male and female students to attend classes separately in the same gymnasium.

Boys play badminton and girls play volleyball.

In the corner of the gymnasium, Asada Shinichi held the racket and swayed the badminton over.

Fuutarou Uesugi wobbled the ball back again.

The two of them didn't use much effort, just like two chickens pouring water on each other. The ball flew around in the air very smoothly, and there were times when it landed by mistake, but no one would deliberately record the kill to break the balance. .

It's completely different from other boys who kill you to the death, shout the smashing moves of the second class, and try to let the girls see how handsome they are.

The two of them were so Buddhist that they even began to review their academic content while playing.

"Who was Japan's first female emperor?"

"Tuigu Emperor."

"Which era did the writers who wrote masterpieces such as "In the Bamboo Forest", "Rashomon" and "The Spider's Thread" live?"

"Taisho."

"Who is the King of France who came to the throne at the age of fifteen and is known as the King of Dignity?"

"Philip II."

"In what year was the twelfth rank of the crown established?"

"603."

The time for thinking is limited to when the ball is flying in the air, and I have answered many times calmly back and forth, showing my professionalism as a top student.

Playing like this is actually quite interesting and helpful for learning. Why didn't they find out before?

"Because... neither of us have any friends?"

"I'm so annoying, you're the only one who talks too much."

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As for the girls.

"Pass the ball!"

"Okay, I'll pick it up!"

The delicate and clear shouts echoed, the youthful bodies stretched their soft lines to their heart's content, and the vitality of the girls burst out with the splash of sweat.

The blue and yellow volleyball was flying in the air, and Kashima-san quickly moved to the landing point, with an elegant smile on his lips, he easily caught the ball and hit it towards the setter.

"Inomori-san~"

"Here we come!" After receiving the ball, Inomori-san shouted at the black-haired girl who was ready to launch.

"Princess Guqiao, I leave it to you!"

With the soft sound of hitting the ball, the volleyball immediately flew forward in a crescent-like arc.