Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

Chapter 41: Hayano-sensei's Class

"Dingling, ringing, ringing..."

The first class went by quickly.

The head teacher at the podium put away the lesson plan, pushed his glasses on his nose and left the classroom.

Sitting by the window, An Zeliang was yawning, holding his chin with one hand, and listening to his classmates' laughter and noise out of boredom. He had no intention of joining in the fun and only wanted time to pass quickly so that he could go home after school.

"Anze-san."

Hearing the voice, An Zeliang raised his eyelids and saw Nakano Aoi.

She held a pen and paper, her big watery eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"what happened?"

An Zeliang asked lazily.

"The sports meet is next week. Is there anything Anze-san is good at?"

Nakano Aoi blinked.

Hearing this, An Zeliang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that the head teacher had mentioned something about the sports meet in class just now.

The students around me seem to be discussing what project they will participate in.

"Um……"

An Zeliang fell into deep thought.

If it were in his school days, he might have actively signed up for several projects, and then tried his best to show off in front of female classmates and demonstrate his masculine charm.

But now, in his eyes, the sports meet is a rare, legitimate day to slack off.

Instead of signing up for a project to win a place or honor for the class, it is better to give this opportunity to other students.

Eating snacks and drinking Coke, enjoying standing on the steps and watching classmates sweating, or creating various funeral scenes that will be famous in school history, is much more interesting than participating in the projects.

After thinking about it, An Zeliang asked seriously, "Is there any project that doesn't require sweating to get on stage to receive the award?"

"How could there be such a project!" Nakano Aoi couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, so that's the case! That's such a pity." An Zeliang looked very disappointed.

"What a pity! That kind of event can't be called a sport at all. Could it be that Anze-san wants to play games at the sports meet?" Nakano Aoi pouted slightly.

"Hmm... do you think there is an e-sports program?"

“How could there be such a project!”

"Oh, that's such a pity. E-sports is also a sport. Who knows, it may even be included in the Asian Games or the Olympics in the future."

"Anze-san, stop kidding. You just want to play games at the sports meet, right?"

Nakano Aoi narrowed her eyes, as if she could see through An Zeliang's thoughts.

"how is this possible?"

An Zeliang retorted seriously: "I actually want to perform well in the sports meet and win honor for everyone in the class."

"really?"

Nakano Aoi moved closer and looked into An Ze Liang's eyes.

stare!

Unable to resist the pure gaze of Nakano Aoi, An Zeliang felt a little guilty and slightly shifted his gaze away.

Nakano Aoi thought about it and suddenly said, "Anze-san, you can eat snacks and drink drinks after exercise, or play games."

“Without exercise, I can snack more.”

"Well……"

It is justifiable and irrefutable.

"..."

An Zeliang looked at the cherry blossoms outside the window.

A breeze blew past the window, moving the hair at Nakano Aoi's temples.

Nakano Aoi looked at An Zeliang's profile, gently put her hair behind her head, and whispered: "If An Ze-san participates in the sports meet and can win glory for the class, the whole class will cheer for An Ze-san."

"Cheers?" An Zeliang paused.

"If Anze is willing to participate, I will pay for all the drinks and snacks that day!" Nakano Aoi's eyes were bright and full of anticipation.

"Okay, for Nakano-san's hard work and the drinks and snacks."

An Zeliang agreed.

It wasn't for the snacks, but because he thought that if he participated in the sports meet, maybe he could interact with every student in the class? This should earn him a lot of points.

Coupled with Nakano Aoi's expectant expression, An Zeliang thought for a while and finally agreed.

"Great!"

Seeing that An Zeliang was finally willing to sign up, Nakano Aoi was very happy, and then took out the form: "Is there any project that An Ze is good at?"

"Athletics, right?" An Zeliang replied.

"So, An Ze, do you want to sign up for the long-distance race or the short-distance race? Oh, and the relay race!"

"Let's do a sprint. A hundred meters will be fine."

"It feels like Anze-san deliberately chose this project that can be finished quickly."

"How is that possible? This is a project I am good at."

An Zeliang didn't blush or feel nervous.

"Then I'll register!"

Nakano Aoi picked up a pen and began to fill in her name on the form.

An Zeliang silently watched his name being registered. Influenced by the simulated rewards, he subconsciously began to analyze how he could win the competition 100%.

Poaching people, driving a dump truck into people, putting laxatives in drinks...

A series of thoughts came to my mind almost instinctively.

An Zeliang quickly shook his head and threw these thoughts away.

We are all classmates, we see each other every day. Although our relationship cannot be said to be very good on a daily basis, it is not bad either.

Besides, it's just a school sports meet. There's no need to make it like a life-and-death feud.

When Nakano Aoi finished registering, the class bell rang.

The second period is Mr. Hayano's class.

When An Zeliang saw Teacher Hayano, who was wearing a hip-hugging fishtail skirt, walking into the classroom, his mind began to wander unconsciously, even though he was not very interested in the class.

Especially when Teacher Hayano walked down from the podium holding a book and giving a lecture, her curves outlined by her hip-hugging fishtail skirt looked even more graceful as her calves wrapped in flesh-colored stockings moved gently.

An Zeliang subconsciously thought that according to the habits of Mr. Hayano in the simulation, at this time, there would probably be nothing else under the hip-wrapped fishtail skirt except the flesh-colored stockings that fit tightly against the skin...

If it were someone who only enjoys the present moment, he would probably be in trouble in class.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 42: Unsuitable Shield

The morning passed by in a hurry.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, An Zeliang, who had been sitting so hard that his bones were almost rusted, stood up and stretched a little. He also rejected the invitation from the students in front and behind him to enjoy their lunch boxes under the cherry tree, and then went to the cafeteria alone.

After ordering a chicken cutlet rice set meal plus a bottle of Coke, An Zeliang chose a seat in a corner and sat down. Then he took out his mobile phone and started eating while watching short videos.

There were a lot of people in the cafeteria. From time to time, someone would pass by with a tray of food, and some would sit directly opposite him.

An Zeliang looked up and was slightly stunned.

"President?"

Sitting opposite him was the president of the psychology research club he joined - Hoshimiya Rin.

Xinggong Lin ate her meal very naturally. Even when her eyes met An Zeliang's, she just blinked and her expression did not change much.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" An Zeliang wiped his mouth and asked.

At this moment, Xinggong Lin's reaction was still as cold as when they first met.

She chews her food without leaving any marks on her teeth, and has the temperament of a noble lady.

She swallowed the food in her mouth and said slowly, "As long as high school girls are not particularly bad-looking, they will have some suitors in school. High school boys, who are in puberty and stimulated by hormones, are prone to frequently show courtship behavior to the opposite sex. They don't know and can't even understand it. For girls who just want to study, this is a problem."

"..."

An Zeliang didn't say anything, just took a bite of the chicken steak and looked at her silently.

Xing Gonglin noticed An Zeliang's eyes and raised his head to look at him again:

"To put it simply, I don't like the feeling of being pursued. It would make me feel very troubled. I am in high school and don't have the slightest idea of ​​wanting to fall in love. I just want to focus on my studies."

"And in my opinion, falling in love in high school is a very unwise behavior. It is a misjudgment caused by the influence of hormones."

"According to statistical data, the probability of a relationship that begins in high school ending in marriage is less than 5 percent."

"This further proves how unwise it is to fall in love in high school. If a relationship is doomed to have a bad ending from the beginning, then such a relationship is meaningless."

“I’m being extra cautious about that.”

After calmly explaining, Xinggong Lin put some rice into his mouth and chewed it in small bites.

An Zeliang swallowed the soft chicken cutlet he had chewed and said, "So, the president is using me as a shield now?"

Hearing this, he looked at An Zeliang's abdomen and biceps in surprise, "There are quite a few sports students among my suitors, and classmate No. 3's body is obviously not a shield that can stop them."

"It's just lunch today, I don't want to be disturbed."

Then, Xinggong Lin added calmly, and there was a rare ripple in his cold expression, as if he had something on his mind.

"Actually, I don't like being disturbed either." An Zeliang said calmly.

At this moment, because of Xinggong Lin's identity and appearance, many eyes around were focused on the two of them.

"Eh? That looks like Hoshimiya-san?"

"Is she having dinner with that boy?"

"It seems so. They were chatting just now."

"It's incredible that the aloof Senior Xinggong would actually eat with a boy. I always thought she hated boys."

"I don't understand. I have invited Senior Xinggong many times, but I was rejected every time. I am so angry. I am not much worse than that guy, why did he have to be the one? He is such an enviable guy!"

"He's not that good looking, so why is Xingmiya willing to eat with him?"

One boy was biting his chopsticks, looking very indignant, and his words were full of envy and jealousy.

The girl sitting next to him rolled her eyes and couldn't help complaining: "Come on, there should be a limit to narcissism. Can you please look in the mirror? That boy is much more handsome than you. You are not even half as good as him."

Then another girl said, "That's right, and that classmate An Ze is not only good-looking, but also very good at studying."

"I think they are a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman."

"That's right, that's right! I don't think Xingmiya Rin is worthy of Anze-san!"

The girls had another opinion.

While everyone was talking, in the corner, a boy looked at An Zeliang with a gloomy expression, his eyes full of jealous anger.

He didn't understand why An Zeliang was already entangled with his favorite classmate Nakano, and now he was hooking up with the school's goddess Hoshimiya Rin.

Why do all the good-looking girls like this damn guy so much!

Thinking back to the fact that the friends he called upon last time failed to teach An Zeliang a lesson, he felt even more angry.

"If I can't solve your problem outside of school, then I will ruin your reputation in school!"

Murakami Takashi thought to himself, took out his mobile phone, and secretly took a photo of An Zeliang and Hoshimiya Rin talking and eating.

Afterwards, he didn't even have time to finish his meal and hurried out of the cafeteria.