I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Roasted until tender on the outside and golden on the inside, it’s the best thing to eat all winter long.

However, since the end of the audition, Wu Ma Xingjin has been lying on the hospital bed most of the time, feeling like he is almost growing mushrooms due to his idle time.

Christmas?

It's not a bad idea to go out and relax, but forget about socializing. He, Wuma Xingjin, is not a lecherous person.

"But the final exam is the day after tomorrow. If you study suddenly now, is this called experiencing the speed of life and death?"

"The final exam is just a piece of cake in front of my uncle Tanaka."

"In that case, I'll go spend the evening with Yoko."

Tian Zheng pointed at Wuma Xingjin with trembling fingers, and he was about to cry: "You abandoned your brother when you got a fucking girlfriend. You are a son of a man in vain!"

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry."

I glanced at the time on my watch and guessed that the dance group's training was almost over.

After all the trouble, Wu Ma Xingjin finally agreed to tutor in the evening. The good brother lost half of his vacation because he failed. This kind of thing would make him laugh all day long.

Wu Ma Xingjin made an appointment with Agent Tian and took a detour to the teaching building specially organized for art appreciation training at Hachioji High School.

Because of the aging population, many schools have difficulty recruiting students, even Hachioji High School, which has the highest admission rate in Tokyo.

Young students seem to prefer high schools with more personalization. Even if the old schools are famous, the number of people signing up every year is gradually decreasing.

In line with the principle of erring on the side of shortage, Hachioji High School has had more and more vacant teaching buildings in recent years.

In addition, there are many emerging schools that have made their name through the Tokyo Autumn Art Prize and have made enough money to compete for students with marketing and packaging. The life of established schools like Hachioji High School is even more difficult.

Wuma Xingjin came to the dance group with ease. Because he was not sure whether the girls were changing clothes, Wuma Xingjin did not look in through the window rashly and waited quietly at the door.

Having said that, Hachioji High School does not support students giving up their studies for art appreciation.

It's really rare for Wuma Xingjin to skip school for more than half a month. As for Kawaki Yoko, let's talk about it separately. Her situation is quite special.

She was originally a young lady who transferred from an aristocratic school like Ogawa Private School, so it was normal for her to feel out of place in some places.

It also owns top companies such as Sichuan Media. I have been busy with the company recently and have no time to come to school.

As long as their grades are satisfactory, Hachioji High School's relaxed school motto does not force students to attend classes.

Because there are always some geniuses beyond your surprise.

Kawaki Yoko is not a genius in terms of learning, but she has a genius boyfriend. Even if she doesn't study much, with the infusion of Wuma Xingjin's rich knowledge, passing the exam is still a simple matter.

Wuma Xingjin yawned, and sleepiness gradually came over him. Maybe he was a bear in his previous life, otherwise why would he be like hibernating? When winter comes, he wants to sleep comfortably in the bed all day.

Because many people were eliminated at the end of the audition, most of the students in the entire teaching building were missing.

For example, in the performance group upstairs, Kaoru Inami was left alone to practice the piano pitifully.

However, the dance music group and calligraphy group on the second floor are much more lively.

From time to time, students try to pass by here to see if the exciting light novel plot can happen around the corner.

But unfortunately, before this intention could be implemented, he was dragged away by his companions. He didn't want his friend to be stupid and disturb the normal training of the Art Prize contestants.

The winter vacation is getting closer and closer, and it is more important to consider where to go.

There was plenty of heating in the corridor, and the sky outside the window was clear.

A passenger plane bound for Hawaii took off, and the sound of engines could be heard in the distance.

Students who had just finished their club activities were walking in twos and threes, and the sound of girls laughing and playing from the dance group next to them inevitably made people feel a little drowsy.

The laziness of the young man was dutifully recorded by the contestant's cameraman, and even the audience in front of the camera felt a little sleepy.

"The weather is really nice today." The young man yawned, his eyes almost narrowed to a slit, and it looked like the indescribable existence called Sleepyhead was about to eat him completely.

"Eh? Yes."

Nakaichi Rika looked around and found that Wuma Xingjin was talking to her. She was a little flustered and didn't know what to say.

Logically speaking, player videographers are almost equal to tools. No one cares what the tools think, so naturally there is no need to chat.

It's just that I was too scared to go to Kaguhime's mansion at An Yiji Temple after seeing the miserable condition of Takechihe before.

She thought that Wu Ma Xingjin would be furious and drive her away, and then expose her dereliction of duty to the Art Award officials. Unexpectedly, he did not take this matter to heart at all.

What a generous person.

But the audience outside the camera didn’t think so.

Wu Ma Xingjin rarely interacts with the audience. He is always busy with his own affairs. Now when he says a sentence, he suddenly feels like he is walking through the TV screen and face to face with his own Wu Majun.

When Wuma Xingjin was about to fall asleep against the wall, a cold little hand reached out and poked the side of his face with a naughty and doubtful voice:

"Why is Mr. Wuma here?"

"Of course I'm bringing you a lunch box." Wuma Xingjin opened his sleepy eyes and raised the lunch box with a seal pattern in his hand.

He is really worried about Arakawa Kotoyuki and Minamoto Kiyoshi. Who knows if they will eat whatever they want again. If he sees the minister and Kotoyuki eating badly because of saving money, he will be heartbroken to death.

Kotoyuki Arakawa appeared in the camera. Rika Nakaichi did not turn off the camera. She saw Mayuko Oshimura also there.

The interaction between the star contestants of the Art Awards is also one of the most favorite contents of the audience.Usually there are only college-level players in a school at best.

Hachioji High School has three stars this time. No wonder Principal Suzuki is laughing so hard that his gums are turning.

"Okay, do you have my favorite bonito sashimi?" Arakawa Kotoyuki's eyes were crooked, looking expectant.

"Of course not. What are you thinking? Eating sashimi in such a cold weather will make your stomach hurt."

"No, Mr. Wuma is from the Eastern Kingdom, so that's why you feel this way, right?"

"Sushi, sashimi, etc. are all a piece of cake. Only if it's not fresh will you get stomachaches. It's rare to see people get stomachaches from eating sashimi in winter."

That's right, I had the first idea.

Wuma Xingjin began to reflect, and it was wrong to judge others based on personal knowledge.

I came to the classroom with Kotoyuki Arakawa. Because of the rest day, the classroom of Grade 2 Class B was very empty, and there was no trace of other students except the two of them.

Wuma Xingjin opened the lunch box, which contained very ordinary squirrel mandarin fish and sweet and sour short ribs.

He unscrewed the thermos cup, poured out the still steaming mushroom and chicken porridge for her, and carefully placed a few folded paper towels next to the chopsticks.

"Today's theme is Chinese food? It looks delicious!"

"It's been a long time since I last had Chinese food cooked by Wuma Jun."

"I really miss it."

"Didn't you just eat it last night?"

"It's a feeling. It's been a long time since I felt it. Haven't you heard of stream of consciousness, Mr. Wu Ma?"

"It actually involves philosophy, which is completely inconsistent with Qin Xue's character."

Arakawa Kotoyuki picked up a bit of fish meat with chopsticks and put it into her mouth to taste. The wonderful taste made her couldn't help but squint her eyes, and the corners of her eyes curved with happiness.

Seeing how energetic Arakawa Kotoyuki is, Wuma Xingjin feels a sense of accomplishment.

It is simply a nurturing system, witnessing her transformation from the abjection and timidity when we first met to the vitality and sunshine now.

I was still worried about whether I would be uncomfortable if I transferred to Hachioji High School, but I didn't expect that I would become the center of conversation among girls on the first day. Now I am already very popular.

Enjoying the delicious food, Arakawa Kotoyuki's mood became even better. The heels of her shoes were propped on the wooden floor, and her two exquisite feet touched each other involuntarily, and she asked tentatively:.

"By the way, Christmas is next week. Do you want to go to the streets to see the festival together?"

"The Roppongi Christmas Light Festival is very famous. If I don't go there and walk ten times, Xia Tian will cry with regret when I think about it."

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The girl's smart eyes are like dancing elves hanging with morning dew, sparkling and moving.Being stared at by such eyes, I believe that no one can have the thought of rejection.

Going out for Christmas with Qinxue sounds like a very tempting option. If this is a love game, the only choices are "go" or "definitely go".

But he wants to accompany Kawaki Yoko even more. This lonely girl now only has him. He abandons Kawaki Yoko and dates other girls. Thinking about this kind of thing will make his conscience hurt.

As for Agent Tian, ​​it won't be too late to show up at the sorority party.

The sensitive Arakawa Kotoyuki noticed Wu Ma Xingjin's hesitation, her eyes dimmed a bit, she turned her eyes away and laughed twice: "I just remembered that Wu Ma Xingjin has a daughter..."

Realizing that the contestant's romance might affect Wuma Hoshijin, Arakawa Kotoyuki quickly changed her mind: "There must be other arrangements for Christmas if there is someone who has made an appointment."

"It's a bit too self-righteous to make decisions for you without permission."

Why are you suddenly using honorifics?This feeling of alienation is so strange.

When did he suddenly become as tactful and meaningful as a Kyoto woman?

Founding [Kyoto Sound] does not mean that I really become a Kyoto native.

Wu Ma Xingjin has no intention of rejecting Arakawa Kotoyuki's invitation. The worst he can do is spend time with Yu Izumi in the morning, the minister in the afternoon (provided he can make an appointment), Arakawa Kotoyuki in the evening, and Yoko in the middle of the night.

As long as the time is properly arranged, everyone can be taken care of evenly.

But what is it about having an inexplicable sinful feeling?

I spent Christmas last year with Kobayakawa-senpai, and I wasn't so nervous that I needed to arrange time. Besides, according to my original personality, I wouldn't go out alone with a girl I've only known for more than two months, right?

But Arakawa Kotoyuki means more to him than just a partner he agrees with.

Faced with this multiple-choice question, Wuma Xingjin would certainly not make the wrong choice.

"I also want to see the Roppongi Light Festival. If no one guides me, I will definitely get lost in the Christmas crowd."

"So, I can only ask the experienced Miss Arakawa to take me with her."

Perhaps the girl was radiating light and heat like a warm little sun, and the boy's smile became bright and sunny.

After getting the answer he was thinking of, Arakawa Kotoyuki hid the smile at the corner of his mouth and turned his back to leave the boy with a good-looking back. His carefully braided hair looked green and fashionable.

"Didn't I say there would be a reward last time?"

"Ok?"

"And you said you need someone to lead the way."

So what exactly does it mean?

Perhaps aware of the laziness of the young man behind him, Arakawa Kotoyuki snorted and tapped his toes on the wooden floor dissatisfied: