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

"I'm free."

"Come with me, Minister. I'll leave it to you to submit the manuscript to the library."

"Teacher Wu Ma, do you want to treat me to dinner?" Yuan Qingxue adjusted her sleeves and said in a joking tone.

What Wu Ma teacher?If people could be ranked in order of making fun of people, the number one person without a doubt would be the minister, right?

Thinking that the two of them would stay together for club activities, Kobayakawa Yuka wanted to hug him now.

I don’t know how many times I have thought about it.

She really wanted to throw away the shackles of oppression,

He said to him in an affectionate tone:

It's like the feeling that the sun appears on the same horizon every day. Even so, as long as it stays with you, you will move forward little by little, and you will always wonder when you will reach the other side.

When that day finally comes, you will finally realize my feelings.

Chapter 18 The minister is very good-looking

"Do you know why I agreed to help you?"

After not getting along for long, Wuma Xingjin felt that Yuan Qingxue was not that kind of enthusiastic person.

"Because I'm a member of the Literature Club?"

Yuan Qingxue stared at him with rare seriousness.

"We are the same kind of people"

"If you just want to do something, you will be able to do your best and be dazzling than everyone else."

After saying that, he sighed regretfully.

"You were originally my best opponent on the road to becoming great, but now you are like a young eagle with broken wings."

"it's a pity"

Wuma Xingjin lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his mood clearly.

"The minister's description is too exaggerated. I am just an ordinary student."

Yuan Qingxue looked calm and pretended not to hear.

"The matter of treating me to dinner should wait until you get the royalties."

Walking to her seat and turning on the computer in the literature department, she wanted to sort out the recent essay solicitation activities.

........

After going to school in Wuma Xingjin, Arakawa Kotoyuki watched TV boredly.

morning news

"The recent police operation to curb the proliferation of violent gangs is nearing completion. According to the survey, residents' residential happiness index increased by 6.7%."

"Next, I would like to ask our Inspector Saito to introduce to you the significance of carrying out this operation."

"Let me just say a few words..."

Arakawa Kotoyuki breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to send a line to Wu Ma Xingjin to tell him the news. Thinking that he might be in class, she gave up because she was worried about disturbing him.

It felt uncomfortable to sleep on the floor. While Wu Ma Xingjin was not at home, the right to use the only single bed in this apartment temporarily fell into the hands of Arakawa Kotoyuki.

Wrapped in a quilt and watching the news in a daze, maybe because of the heat, two perfectly proportioned calves stretched out from his lower lap.

In this operation against the Yakuza in Tokyo, the Kodaira group was the first Yakuza organization to be arrested by all members, and even the trial was the fastest.

Each of them leads a life with a stable job, a regular schedule, and friendly roommates.

Who knows how painful it is to be held down by the police while taking a bubble bath and dragged away without even having time to put on pants?

On the Hitachi Foundation side, Saito Ichiro went there personally and informed the other party of the requirements of the Oriental Consulate, thus clearing himself from any involvement.

After his words were conveyed to the board of directors, there was no movement from the Hitachi Foundation, and I don't know if they almost forgot that Kotoyuki Arakawa existed.

After a lengthy official statement, the news switched to an interview with a temple.

An abbot wearing cassocks made a dharma name. The abbot had white hair and a childish face, and an extraordinary temperament. At first glance, he looked like an eminent monk.

The abbot raised the rosary in his hand and said:

"The Fourth Buddhist Temple has launched an online version of the electronic wooden fish. After downloading it to your mobile phone, tapping the wooden fish can accumulate merit. For office workers who are pressed for time, if you are worried about trouble, you can top up money. The app will come with a dot-connector and a limited time Ten times merit experience card.”

A QR code appears in the lower right corner of the TV, with a pattern of Buddha chanting in the middle.

“Now that you join the fan club, you can purchase LED ever-bright Buddha incense and Buddha holographic projection at internal prices.”

........

"It's time to go to class now"

Wuma Xingjin followed his senior sister out of the activity room. When he went out, he looked back and saw Yuan Qingxue sitting there unmoved.

"Minister, aren't you going to the classroom?"

Yuan Qingxue stopped the mouse in her hand, turned around and looked at Wuma Xingjin and said: "This world is unfair."

"I know this is obvious, but does this have anything to do with the minister not going to class?"

Wuma Xingjin didn't think she was a person who liked to talk nonsense. There must be some profound meaning in this sentence, so he sighed helplessly.

"The barriers to communication between people are really big. I don't understand what the minister said."

Yuan Qingxue crossed her chest with one hand, and the word "disappointment" was written on her beautiful and refined little face.

"I just praised you, Mr. Wu Ma, for having a brain that can understand people's words. Could it be that it works sometimes but not sometimes?"

Is having a normal IQ considered a compliment by the minister?

Kobayakawa Yukane found Wu Majun stopped at the entrance of the club. After hearing what Yuan Qingxue said, she stood in front of Wuma Xingjin and looked at her with a smile and said:

"That's it, Mr. Yuan. Don't you think that when you talk to yourself, you feel like you are living in your own world?"

There was some good feeling towards Yuan Qingxue for agreeing to join the club, because her teasing about Wuma Xingjin disappeared.

Not caring at all about Yu Akane Kobayakawa's sharp words, Yuan Qingxue glanced at Wu Ma Xingjin mockingly, wanting to see his reaction.

Wu Ma Xingjin began to gradually adapt to the minister's occasional bad taste. After saying sorry to the minister, he took the senior sister's hand and returned to the teaching building.

After being held by Wu Ma Xingjin, Kobayakawa Yuka no longer felt serious about being serious with Yuan Qingxue.

Wuma Xingjin's hand was very warm, and he quietly held it tightly, obediently saying nothing along the way.

"The minister has a strange personality, but he is not a bad person."

"Um"

"I will apologize to her when we meet again."

Before leaving the library, Wu Ma Xingjin let go of his hand. He didn't want his senior sister to be misunderstood, so he waved and separated from her senior sister on the second-grade floor.

In the classroom, the teacher was already explaining the topic. When he saw it was Wuma Xingjin, he nodded and motioned for him to come in.

I quietly entered through the back door to avoid disturbing other students. I pulled up my seat and sat down. I looked up at the blackboard. It was an easy question.

Wu Ma Xingjin rubbed his temples. Too many things had happened recently. First, he picked up the eldest lady who was being chased by the Yakuza, and then he joined the Literature and Art Club under the pressure of Teacher Morimiya Megumi.

The ordinary daily life seems to be gone forever.

Take out a pen and write notes on paper.

[Arakawa Kotoyuki’s virtual anchor (finding something to do to prevent her from having psychological problems if she stays at home), a part-time job (tutor) that can cover daily expenses, the possibility that the Yakuza will come to her door (resolved by the consulate)]

After a pause, he continued writing.

[Kotoyuki Arakawa, Hitachi Foundation, and Arakawa Group. ]

It is true that legal constraints can make society stable, but there are also some groups and individuals that are above the social governance machine.

Now that I am involved, can I guarantee that the Hitachi Foundation will not be reckless and solve the problem together with myself?

In front of a company of this size, the identity of an international student may not guarantee safety.

It's not impossible for them to be ruthless, so how should they deal with it?What's the plan?

Putting away his divergent thoughts, Wuma Xingjin was thinking about what the minister would say?

I'm afraid I will sneer and ask myself if I have ever heard of the Wallenda effect.

Thinking of the teacher's attitude towards him when he was late, he understood Yuan Qingxue's words for a moment.

He wanted to send a message to Yuan Qingxue, but it seemed that he didn't add the minister's line account. He should ask her for it when he went to the Literature Department in the afternoon.

After the first math class, Wuma Xingjin was surrounded by classmates

"Wuma, there are rumors that you joined that literature club."

"Isn't the director of the literature department very beautiful?"

The first person to ask the question was Murakami Nara. As a close friend of Wada Agency, he also had a good relationship with Wuma Xingjin.

Wuma Xingjin was carefully reading the love letter she received from the shoe cabinet in the morning.

After hearing Murakami Nara's question, she tucked the love letter into the pages of the book to prevent the girl's sensitive youthful words from being prying by others.

"very nice"

According to the minister's clear and lovely face, Wu Ma Xingjin can guarantee the gold content of his words.

Chapter 19 Very Fresh, Very Delicious

Agent Tian also came over, and Murakami Nara hooked him.

"Why didn't I answer my call last night? Could it be that I secretly went on a date with a girl?"

He touched his butt without leaving any trace, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had just finished a consultation in the anorectal department of the hospital. Agent Tian had a recalling expression on his face.

"I drank too much and fell asleep last night. My last memory seems to be that the store manager poured me a cup of black tea."

"Why don't I remember you called me?"

Murakami Nara's eyes widened, and he took out his mobile phone and pointed it in front of his face.