The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

Xia Zhiqiang looked at the past ten minutes, which is also called "Forget it, the movie is almost over, let's go to the next place and see."

"I want to eat pineapple bread!"

Mashiro took Qianliu's hand with a solemn look.

"Good good."

So, including Dongma, a group of four began to stroll around the cultural festival.

From the theater, there is a lively atmosphere everywhere.

In the square in front, there are stalls selling hot dogs and crepes lined up. In the school are well-arranged storefronts for each class. Various performances are held in the gymnasium at any time.

In the meantime, there are also temporary members of the student council who are busy patrolling around.

During the cultural festival, general guests such as students, parents or nearby residents may enter the venue.

Since there are various problems when there are too many people, the main task of the student union is to cooperate with the cultural festival executive committee and conduct school inspections to make the cultural festival go smoothly.

When it comes to cultural festivals, there is naturally such a thing as a haunted house.

"Nankai, you are"

When he came to a certain class in the second grade, Qianliu was quite surprised to see the girl who was the receptionist of the haunted house at the door.

"This... This is because the classmates asked me, I had to do it!"

Qianliu's question made the school girl Qingshan Qihai, who had not seen him for a long time, explain ashamedly.

She is the receptionist of the haunted house, dressed up in a playful and cute manner.

A black dress version of the dress with horned headbands and a pair of bat wings growing from the back.

It's the so-called, little devil, "How do you say it, this dress is really suitable for you, Nanami Junior Sister, who is angry."

"Senior wants to be beaten down, right? Even though you are my boss, you can't make fun of me like this!"

"Can't you say good things these days? I really think you look good in clothes."

"It looks like people praise, but also completely unhappy!"

Nanami pulled down her skirt in shame.

Qianliu smiled slightly, feeling good about... this... a very hard-working junior girl in her seiyuu agency.

Kasumi Hill turned a blind eye to him teasing his junior girl, and turned to look at Nanami with sharp eyes, but quickly restrained.

The [-]nd chapter said that we should be scumbags together

The girl is very young and lively, and she is beautiful, but she is not the type that Qianliu likes.

Kasugaoka can be sure of this, so she doesn't mean to be jealous.

"Qianliu, I'm hungry."

Originally wanted to continue the chat, but Zhenbai pulled on his sleeve to urge.

Chiryu had to say goodbye to Nanami, and brought the three of them to the maid cafe.

"Well, maid clothes are really good things."

The first day of the cultural festival opens at [-]:[-] am::.

In the maid cafe of a certain class, Chiryu nodded in satisfaction.

In front of his sight are three delicate maids.

"If you like it so much, you might as well buy a set."

Kasumigaoka casually stirred the coffee with his legs crossed.

"Would you like to try"

"Isn't this true?"

Mashiro gulps down the omelette, and doesn't pay any attention to the topic that the two of them are talking about.

Qianliu looked at Dongma, who was smiling for some reason, and turned his eyes: "Zhenbai is not very suitable, why don't you let Hesa ​​try?"

"Hey, I've made an undisguised decision to hit Hesha."

Xia Zhiqiu said with special contempt: "I have endured until now, I can't bear it anymore."

"If I really thought about it, I would have eaten Hesha already."

Qianliu deliberately looked at Dongma with an unnatural expression.

"Oh, there are secrets that I don't know about"

Xia Zhiqiang not only...not angry, but instead became interested.

"Um...well, remember it was a rainy night..."

"No...don't say it!"

Dongma was very panicked to stop him, and even took the initiative to cover his mouth with his hands.

The more she is like this, the more curious Kasumigaoka becomes.