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

Halloween?Are you going to play the poor guy yourself?

After the thief looks at his wallet, he will drop a thousand yen so that he can have a nice meal.

"No..." midway through Wuma Xingjin's words, 'koukoumi' sent a message.

: Do you want to pretend to be ghosts and go to the aquarium to scare dolphins tomorrow?

:good

It’s actually an aquarium!You might be able to see seals and killer whales.

Yu Quanmei's proposal hit his strike zone.

"Now there is"

"There's one more thing I've hidden from the Christian Church."

"Ok?"

"Actually, my future career path is not in the Department of Finance at Dongda University, but as a marine biologist."

Chapter 29 Before spreading your wings

Arriving at the Literature Department, Wu Ma Xingjin was sorting out submissions from the school, and Kobayakawa Yukane was helping him.

There was a fresh scent of camellia in the activity room, and the source seemed to be Yuan Qingxue sitting by the window.

Yuan Qingxue's fair and sickly skin arouses pity, but it is a pity that such a beauty is as fragile as fragile porcelain. Under the dark eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, there is no escape from her body.

Tian Jie and Murakami Nara sat awkwardly on the movable bench, and it took them a long time to squeeze out a sentence:

"Well, we want to apply to join the ministry."

The two of them felt ashamed when they were really in front of Yuan Qingxue.

Yuan Qingxue wore black-framed anti-blue light eyes and searched for information on the computer.

Glancing at Mr. Tian and Nara Murakami, Yuan Qingxue showed a bored expression. He didn't even bother to let them pass the assessment. His cute face said impatiently:

"Unqualified"

Facing boring people, Yuan Qingxue didn't want to waste any more energy talking.

Just like sturgeons that follow biological instincts to migrate at a fixed time every year, Yuan Qingxue also has his own set of codes of conduct and does not allow mediocre people to get close to him.

When they heard Yuan Qingxue's cold verdict, the two of them immediately said, "I'm sorry!" as if they were electrified!

As expected.

"I'm sorry, Wu Ma, but please take us here."

"I told you before. But don't feel too bad. Aren't you used to being rejected?"

"That's right hahahaha"

Agent Tian and Murakami Nara apologized inexplicably, rubbed their heads and left knowingly.

"As expected, I just don't think it's possible."

"I can't even look at Yuan Qingxue's face, it's so scary."

"I said Murakami, why don't you go to Shimokitazawa to work with me today?"

"OK"

Yuan Qingxue stopped collecting information about the Hitachi Foundation, looked at the way Kobayakawa Yuaki was getting close to Wu Ma Xingjin, and said sarcastically:

"There are people everywhere who can't recognize forms. Are you right, Mr. Wu Ma?"

As if she understood Minamoto Kiyosuki's words, Kobayakawa Yukane glanced at Wu Ma Xingjin vaguely, folded the manuscripts and classified them, then sat on the sofa with her skirt in hand, waiting for his answer.

"That's probably true."

Wu Ma Xingjin agreed with the minister's statement, but did not realize that he was also the person in her words.

Wuma Xingjin decrypted the muse's prediction that day and told the minister. Yuan Qingxue sipped the brewed Wuling tea with a satisfied look.

"The explanation is correct, then let's learn the Vigenère Code this time."

"Do you need me to tell Wu Ma-san why?"

"It is probably because when communicating through the Internet, it prevents the Hitachi Foundation from obtaining important information through technical means."

Yuan Qingxue nodded and handed him a Vigenère cipher table and several questions. Each question was marked with a key.

As expected, the minister is really cautious.

"Professor Morimiya, please come to me and ask the Literature Club to participate in the Autumn Art Awards?"

"It is said that club funds will be allocated."

"Okay, I agree."

"I heard that Kobayakawa-senpai is very proficient in musical instruments. Do you want to join us?"

"No, let's forget it." Wuma Xingjin refused on her behalf.

Kobayakawa Yukane sat meekly next to Wu Ma Xingjin, gently stirring the tea spoon, blinking her sparse eyelashes, and her eyes marked with fiery emotion always secretly turned in his direction.

"The Tokyo Autumn Art Festival has gathered a group of talented people. It would be a beautiful event this autumn if we could see those talented people humbled, right?"

"To make sure you won't hold back, I would like to ask, Mr. Wuma, are you really sure?"

"Whatever you want to do will definitely succeed. Didn't the minister say that we are the same kind of people?"

Yuan Qingxue sneered: "I admit that Wu Ma's talents are second only to mine, but at this level, it is impossible to achieve the level of competing with them on stage in just one month."

"Or are you actually hiding your true level? Or maybe you have a trump card?"

Is the minister really able to read minds?If you have this ability, you can earn tens of millions of yen by going to casinos.

Wuma Xingjin sighed in his heart.

Yuan Qingxue was silent for a while and put down the book in his hand, which had a strong story but average writing.

"Mind reading? It's just analyzing a person's subtle habits and personality. Wuma-san doesn't need to make a fuss."

It's definitely mind-reading!You stop covering up.

"Which program is the minister planning to sign up for?"

"I am somewhat confident in my singing voice, and it is probably at a level where I can win a gold medal."

"As for reciting poems and writing poems in calligraphy, you can leave it to me. Those sour scholars should study the ancient books and understand before leaving home."

It was simply too much confidence.

"What about you?"

"Calligraphy."

"I forgot to ask the minister for his contact information last time, please add a line."

Yuan Qingxue took out a mobile phone from the pocket of her skirt and shook it at Wuma Xingjin.

The window screen blew behind her, lifting up a few book pages. Under the school uniform skirt was a pair of perfectly proportioned legs. Everyone who had seen these legs probably thought:

It’s as urgent as going to grab a limited-order PS5 to get it.

However, this is not a light novel filled with a rose-colored fantasy world. The result of doing this is probably to be sent to a sewing machine.

The owner of these beautiful legs is slowly showing disgust in his eyes.

Noticing Wu Ma Xingjin's gaze, Kobayakawa Yuka stretched out a slender finger and poked his waist.

If the full score of human charm is 100 points, the minister can definitely get 99 points. The small size on the chest is the culprit of deducting one point.

"I'm sorry, because the minister is so beautiful that I can't help it..."

Kobayakawa Yuka retracted her fingers and stared at Yuan Qingxue with a very sweet smile on her lips.

Only then did Wuma Xingjin see clearly what the minister had taken out of his skirt.

It's an old flip phone. The plastic casing is white with wear and tear in places, and the modern-looking buttons can't be used to download the latest software. It's hard to imagine that anyone is still using it.

"I disappoint you. I am not the heir of a rich family." Yuan Qingxue did not have any inferiority complex due to financial constraints, and her delicate face was as confident as ever.

Wuma Xingjin and Yuan Qingxue exchanged phone numbers.

After handing over the draft of the novel he had finished writing in the past few days to Yuan Qingxue, Wu Ma Xingjin went to the principal's office. The main reason why he joined the literature club in the first place was that he could leave early, and there were still many things waiting for him to do.

While walking, he rubbed his sore eyes. He had been imagining the novel "Can't Wait for His Return" for several years, and he had been writing it sporadically during this period.

The minister's request was more like an opportunity, or something that suddenly appeared in my life that I urgently needed to do. After much stumbling, I finally completed most of it.

It is estimated that it will be finished in a while.

Yuan Qingxue picked up the draft paper and started reading. The first few words written in Chinese characters were smooth and neat.

Judging from the length, it is a short and medium-sized novel. She has mastered at least seven foreign languages, including Chinese. Reading novels written by Wu Ma Xingjin is as easy for Yuan Qingxue as eating and drinking.

Arrive at the principal's office, knock on the door and push open to enter.

Principal Suzuki looked up while holding his glasses, and saw that it was Wu Ma Xingjin, with an elder-like smile on his face.

"My friend from Ariogawa High School wants to transfer to Hachioji?"

"no problem"

Explaining the purpose of the visit to Principal Suzuki, the latter said that Arakawa Kotoyuki's transfer was a small matter on the spot, and he could come to go through the procedures tomorrow.

Because of the presence of Uma Seijin and Minamoto Seiyuki, Hachioji High School has the students with the highest scores in Tokyo. The two ranked first and second respectively, far ahead of No. 3.

When Principal Suzuki attended the annual meeting of principals in Tokyo, his back was stiff, and he was almost looking at the group of sour old guys with his nostrils, and his tail of pride was about to rise to the sky.

Although he doesn't quite understand why the rich girl next door suddenly wants to transfer to another school, Principal Suzuki doesn't mind giving some privileges to his precious student.

The members of the Literature Club before Yuan Qingxue retired, all used the Literature Club activity room alone and all acquiesced. As for the request made by Wu Ma Xingjin, compared with Yuan Qingxue's behavior, it was not so willful.

After leaving the principal's office, Wu Ma Xingjin went to the staff office to find Morimiya Megumi.

After hearing that Minamoto Kiyoshi agreed to participate in the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards, Morimiya Megumi happily took him to eat barbecue.

After Wuma Xingjin left, Kobayakawa Yukane quietly walked to the concave-shaped table where Yuan Qingxue was sitting, with a completely different cold expression.

"You should be glad that you didn't take action against Mr. Wuma."