Love Comes After Learning

"In less than a minute, she would have to run." Kashima handed over his mobile phone, and sighed helplessly, "You are so relieved to hand over the mobile phone to me? I'm really not afraid that I will peek at your chat history ?"

"Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious." Asada put the phone on silent and put it in his pocket, said casually, and then smiled complacently, "Besides, I'm an upright person, and I'm not afraid of anyone seeing my chat history!"

"……Ugh."

Kashima originally wanted to say that he was not his person at all, nor was he used by him—but after thinking about it, the problems caused by such an excuse seemed to be even bigger, so he simply pretended not to hear it, and went away while waving his fan Rested aside.

"By the way, Kashima."

"What's the matter?" Thinking that he had something troublesome to leave to himself, Kashima pursed his lips and turned around, only to find that the man showed a sincere smile and looked towards him.

"Thank you very much during this time. Without your help, I would not have been able to get to this point smoothly."

From the forest school to the current school festival, Kashima and the entire Thorn Society have helped him a lot. It can be said that without them, whether Asada can become the student council president is unclear.

He thanked the girl in front of him from the bottom of his heart, as a friend, a comrade in arms, and a partner who worked hard for many things together.

If the author didn't know her name, he wouldn't always use his surname to refer to this female friend who is probably more important than Fuutarou Uesugi.

"...Suddenly, what did you say suddenly?"

Kashima-san was stunned for a moment, and quickly lifted up the fan, covering his entire face, his tone became a little flustered.

"We are just taking what we need, and you have given me corresponding rewards, there is no need to thank me so seriously.

Chapter 94 I want to marry you, Qianhua

"Whether I want to thank you is my business, and whether I want to accept it is your business."

Staring at her seriously, Asada suddenly waved his hand and smiled domineeringly.

"Anyway, I owe you so much favor, and I can't finish it just by talking... Don't worry, Kashima, I will share with you as many pictures of Fumino as you want in the future, with her consent. It’s okay if you want to hold a photo exhibition of Wen Nai!”

"……what."

Hearing what he said, Kashima-san, who was inexplicably confused in his heart, quickly regained his composure, and was a little bit dumbfounded.

"Asada-kun, you are really...Princess Guqiao will feel very helpless when she hears this, right?"

"Well, if I can, I don't want to do this to Fumino." Looking at Kashima reproachfully, he sighed again.

"Who told you not to want my selfie? Even women's clothing is fine. As long as I contribute this meager body, the world where no one will be hurt will be completed..."

"Huh? Women's clothing?"

Kashima suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if full of interest, his eyes exposed on the fan narrowed slightly, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

"I'm very interested in this. Why don't you give me your women's clothing photos next time? As long as you come with a dozen or so photos, no matter how many favors you have, you can erase them all at once."

"Haha, definitely next time." Asada, who was just talking casually, naturally wouldn't agree, and quickly changed the subject.

"Well, I have to thank you very much for today's matter. Not only did you leave this meeting place for me, but you also helped me lure them away and hide the plan until now..."

"puff!"

For some reason, Miss Kashima burst out laughing.

"What's wrong?" Asada looked puzzled, and saw Kashima turned his body around again, his slender shoulders and smooth short hair were trembling slightly, as if he was trying to hold back the urge to laugh.

"Did I say something funny? Or is there something strange about my clothes?" Asada frowned, thinking about it, but still didn't know the reason for her sudden suffocation at the moment.

After taking a deep breath behind the fan, Kashima-san slowly turned back, facing him gracefully and gently.

"I'm sorry...all kinds of things."

"Huh? What are you talking about..."

"It's time to figure it out."

Without giving him time to ask questions, Kashima-san suddenly stepped towards the door and opened the previously sealed back door of the classroom.

As she said, within five seconds, a pink head poked in from the door.

"Yeah~ Is Oasada here? Chika, I came here at the summons~"

Kashima blocked the door, and didn't let her see Asada in the room, but put away the fan with a snap, showing a polite smile.

"Asada-kun is inside, Fujiwara-senpai, please come with me first."

"Eh? Where are you going~"

"Change clothes."

While taking Qianhua, who blinked her eyes and looked dazed, to the dressing room, Kashima pressed Jinglan's earphones.

"Let's start preparing."

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Asada stood at the end of the red carpet, pulled his tie nervously, and breathed gently into the air.

There is a wooden high platform nearby, and usually the priest will stand behind and announce the prayer, allowing the couple to make a declaration for the future together, and watch the two kissing closely.

Class B of the second year naturally has a student in charge of playing the role of a priest. That student cannot be a single dog. "The object of your engagement kiss is not the groom, but the ko no priest!" ’ It’s bad.

Although many people in the class knew about his affairs, Asada still wouldn't let others witness the scene where he confessed to those girls.

After a while, the venue will be emptied until he is the only one left, leaving only Kashima-san as the photographer, responsible for recording this memorable moment throughout the process.

"You probably haven't forgotten anything..." Just like a groom who was going to get married, he wiped the sweat from his brow, checking all the details for an unknown number of times.

The clothes are perfect, the words I want to say are drafted, the photography preparations are OK, and any possibility of accidents has been considered, and nine countermeasures have been made...

"By the way, where's the ring?"

He quickly took out a small square box from his pocket, opened it and looked at the silver ring embedded in the interior.

The appearance is not gorgeous, but it is the most suitable style for young women. A beautifully carved small diamond is dotted on it, and "Shinichi x Chika" is engraved on the inner edge.

——Yes, for this "wedding", Asada prepared an engagement ring for everyone just like the wedding dress.

Although the carats of the diamonds are not large, the rings are all handmade by the best manufacturers after some research. The cost of one piece alone is not cheap, let alone multiplied several times.

And on the day when he really wants to get married, he will definitely choose a new engagement ring for his wives according to the highest standard.

At that time, the price will probably be ten times or even dozens of times higher than the current price—it is precisely to welcome that day that Asada will start from the second year of high school and work hard to accumulate his own capital and strengthen his foundation .

The reason for his advancement is very simple, that is, women.

As long as he can spend his life happily with those girls, and if possible, let the children form more than one baseball team, Shinichi Asada can do anything and create what the world calls a miracle.

He has always been like this.

——Those who make unremitting efforts will always be accompanied by miracles.

"The ring is fine...but what is this bad feeling in my heart?"

Putting the ring back in his pocket, Asada couldn't help but frowned, and thought carefully with his chin pinched.

From the past to now, this intuition has saved him several times, and he will naturally not set up the stupid FLAG of "detecting something wrong but ignoring it".

But now that everything is ready and the only thing left is the wind, what factors will affect his confession plan?

Just as he was deep in thought, the door of the dressing room was opened, and the girl who walked out stepped on her white high heels and went to the makeup artist's workbench for simple makeup application.

Although the make-up artist in Class B is the daughter of a world-renowned cosmetics company, their technique is naturally not as good as that of a professional wedding make-up artist, so it only took a little longer than Asada. Go to the "wedding venue".

Although the venue is small, there is still a handmade wooden door at the starting point of the red carpet.

Sensing the movement, Asada immediately put aside his doubtful thoughts, looked towards the wooden door, and unconsciously curved a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Wait a minute."

Kashima-san walked out from the door, went to the camera and turned on the shooting mode, then quickly stood in front of the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and his clear and gentle voice sounded.

"Then, the bride enters~"

She slowly opened the wooden door, and when the gap was enough for one person to walk out, she quickly returned to the camera and carefully adjusted the lens.

...That's why Asada felt that he owed her a lot of favors, because Kashima not only helped him prepare most of the things in the plan, but also had to travel around as his photographer.

If he wanted to "marry" several girls, Kashima-san would have to go back and forth a few times like this - for such an excessive request, she could still agree to it after complaining casually, and Asada himself was actually quite surprised.

Kashima-san, you are really a good person... How can I ask for a beauty like this.

Even though the relationship between the two was bad for a while, Asada now treats Kashima-san as the only girlfriend.

The girlfriend's best friend is also his best friend, this kind of relationship is interesting.

——When his heart was beating faster, Asada would always divert his attention by thinking wildly.

But at this moment, after a little ups and downs in his thoughts, he quickly calmed down, and looked forward with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

In my emptied mind, only the face, smile and memories of the other party keep coming up.

Just like in his eyes, only that girl is left now.

The far end of the red carpet, under the white light.

The upper body is close to the body, and the lower body is naturally widened from the waist down to the skirt. The dignified but lively mini short wedding dress is put on her body.

The delicate collarbone reflects the light, and the deep gully sinks into the white gauze.

Her pink curly hair trailed behind her, and her previous black bow was concealed by a white veil.

The cute face under light makeup is a mix of mature and playful looks, like an elf who has descended to the world, and her blinking eyes are as bright as star stones.

Because she didn't prepare flowers, she stepped out of the wooden door empty-handed, then stepped on the red carpet, with her hands behind her back, she tilted her head shyly, and smiled at him twice.

"Little Asada, what are you going to do?"

Looking at Chika Fujiwara, who was dozens of times more beautiful than usual, Shinichi Asada stood at the end of the red carpet, smiling equally brightly.

"I want to marry you, Qianhua."

Chapter 95 Confessions of a Lover

"Married? Ah~ Do you mean your school festival booth?"

Fujiwara Chika looked around and suddenly said: "You want to invite me to participate in this event? Why don't you just say so, it's so mysterious~"

Speaking, she suddenly raised a finger, shaking her head as her mouth, and put on the past that she wanted to bully her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Asada, you're too tender."

"The so-called surprises, once they happen too many times in a similar period of time, people will develop resistance."

"If you want me [surprise expert] to say it, after what happened yesterday, no matter what you do today, I will not make me feel too much psychological fluctuations, and I will even feel "Are you here again~", a little surprise If the impact of what you do is not strong enough, then don't blame me for rolling my eyes and sighing?"