The heroines want to talk

Xia Shi smiled and looked back.

Mouth shape: "It has nothing to do with me~"

Then he said, "It doesn't matter what happens, right?"

Aikawa was not very satisfied with his rational remarks, but he did not ask any further questions.

After a while, it seemed that the discussion was finished and Aikawa came over.

"How's it going?"

"completely annihilated!"

Xia Shi was too lazy to listen to the specific content.

Fortunately, the plan of the boys in the class did not succeed this time, otherwise, you might have to wear maid costumes.

He heard that the cultural festival activity of Class 2A was a maid cafe, but they did not win completely. After all, the girls in Class A were not pushovers and they dragged a few boys into it.

Xia Shi had originally planned to go to Class A to see the maids on the day of the cultural festival, but now he can only express regret.

No maids or servants! No maids or servants! No maids or servants!

Say the important thing three times.

"I'm going to practice my cooking skills well when I go back this time." Aikawa suddenly became determined.

"Then do your best." Xia Shi was not optimistic.

He had eaten the dishes cooked by the other party in home economics class, and could only say that they were edible, but definitely not delicious.

"What? Don't believe me?"

"If it was Ayatsuji who told me that she would work hard, I would definitely believe it." After saying this, Xia Shi shook his head at Aikawa, leaving nothing to be desired.

He sighed, "You are so confident that I can only describe you as 'Aikawa Ayumu'."

"But it doesn't matter, because Aikawa is Aikawa!"

"Who did you learn this from?" Aikawa shuddered.

"A god came to me in a dream yesterday and told me this. She said: When you don't know how to describe someone, just use this sentence structure." Xia Shi touched his chin, recalling what Yukino said yesterday.

You know what, this sentence pattern is quite useful.

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Monday’s cultural festival meeting will be held in the afternoon, and the specific content will be the arrangements for related work.

Since there are not many people in the service club, we have to temporarily stop the club work. It's not that we don't want to do it, but we really can't spare the manpower. Senior Kasumigaoka hasn't appeared for a long time.

Xia Shi did chat with her for a while last night on the phone.

There seemed to be something else behind the other party's chat, but Xia Shi didn't quite understand it.

'Which one do you like better, my younger sister or my younger sister? 'Can a normal person understand this kind of question?

'What does it feel like to have the best of both worlds? Do you feel guilty? 'I haven't tried it, so I don't know.

'If the elder sister and the younger sister fall into the water together, which one will you save first? 'Save the one who can't swim. If neither of them can swim, save the one who is closer first.

Although he didn't know why she asked these questions, Xia Shi still answered a few questions nicely.

The meeting did not last long. After the work was assigned, the executive committee members dispersed.

In the classroom next to the conference room, the desks and chairs have been arranged for convenient office use. That is the territory of the accounting audit team and the publicity team. After school, classes have come up one after another to report on the content of the cultural festival activities.

The funding for each class is similar, but it varies for different clubs. Large clubs and clubs that win awards in competitions can get more resources.

A small club of three people like the Service Club naturally does not have much funding.

However, the Service Department is not planning on making a big scene, so don't worry about it.

After the item management group's meeting ended.

Xia Shi was going to take a look next door first, and then go to the small warehouse next to the gymnasium to be on duty - it was designated as a storage area for the cultural festival.

Chapter 191 Warehouse

Walking into the next classroom, Xia Shi saw Yukino.

She was sitting at a table covered with papers. Those were activity application forms, which were required for both classes and clubs.

"Y-san, have you submitted your application for our service department?"

"Not yet." Yukino handed him a form.

Xia Shi silently finished filling out the form, handed it to her, and asked curiously, "What about the other two?"

"I don't know, maybe it fell into some unknown cave." Yukino picked up the form, sat down at the computer next to her, and entered the content.

"I hope they didn't fall into the abyss called love."

Xia Shi could see that she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Then he sat on a chair and asked Ayatsuji, who was discussing the promotional content with his team members not far away, "Ayatsuji, has anyone submitted the application for our class's activities?"

Xuanji Ci talked to a girl in front of him for a few words, then turned back to look at him, "Not yet, Miyamoto-san is the head of our class, and he will come over when the time comes."

Xia Shi nodded.

"Aren't you from the items management team? What are you doing here in our place?" Xuanji Ci walked up to his side.

Xia Shi pointed to the form.

Ayatsuji approached Yukino and looked at the computer screen. "Service Club... Oh, I see. But, Xia-san, you are going to perform on stage..."

"I didn't expect that you have other talents besides being tough. It's really unexpected." Xuanji Ci smiled and ran away.

She still has work to do.

After waiting for Yukino to finish registering, Xia Shi said a few words to her and then left.

He originally wanted to help, but unfortunately Yukino didn't agree.

Xia Shi understood that she didn't want to cause trouble for others, so he didn't force her.

When I went to the storage area, I found that there were some new things inside: many clubs and classes had already made the promotional signs.

Apart from that, there isn’t much, after all, the funds for the activity haven’t been approved yet.

Xia Shi sat in front of the warehouse, where there were two small tables.

"It's so relaxing~~" Ishida, who was sitting next to him, admired the foggy scenery in the rain and sighed like an old man.

Xia Shi was somewhat relieved that the person in his group did not fall into an unknown cave. It was great.

"Ishida, what are the activities of your baseball club?" Xia Shi looked at him.

The two met in the baseball club last year.

"Competition eating contest." Ishida took a sip of the can of green tea he had just bought from the vending machine.

"I always feel like it has nothing to do with baseball." Xia Shi commented.

"Indeed." Ishida nodded, "But it's more interesting than the tennis club."

"What are they going to do?"

"Net Baseball!"

"What's the matter?"

“It’s like playing tennis with baseball.”

"..." What on earth is Senior Song Huan from the tennis club thinking?

It's a miracle that this idea was adopted!

After thinking for a few seconds, Xia Shi put his hand on his chin and said, "I actually find it quite interesting."

"Don't think about it. It will be very boring then!" Ishida answered like an experienced person.

"What?"

"Because our baseball club has also played tennis as baseball." Ishida sighed, "It's boring."

Xia Shi: “…”

It seems like our school's sports club has a serious illness!

After chatting for a while, Ishida lay down. He was a substitute member of the baseball club, so he could come here to slack off.

But for a baseball club that wants to advance to Koshien, even if they are not the starting players, the usual training is very tiring.

Xia Shi did not disturb his rest.

After waiting for a while, just when he felt bored, a golden figure appeared not far away.

The girl with golden twin ponytails and a black headband was holding a picture frame and walking towards the warehouse carefully. Next to her was another member of the art club, Nagase, who was holding an umbrella for Eriri.

Xia Shi walked over to her and took the painting.

"Is this the painting for the art department's exhibition?" Xia Shi walked in front of the two of them holding an umbrella.

Nagase replied, "Well, the minister asked us to send it over. We will put it at the school gate for publicity."

Xia Shi nodded.

Eriri didn't say anything, and Nagase Mai's gaze kept switching between the two of them.

Just now, Xia Shi came over very quickly and seemed a little anxious.

Eriri also showed a surprised expression when she saw him.

"Sure enough, the rumors circulating in the art department are true."

The model that Eriri hired last time was probably her boyfriend.

Oh↑~ This kind of underground love affair is really exciting.

When did the two of them meet? Did they kiss? Did they have sex?

Curious, Mai Nagase is very curious now!

But she also knew that she couldn't ask, and even staying here would be a hindrance to the two of them!

and so……

"Hmm? There's a buzz on my phone. Who sent me a message?"

Nagase pretended to take out his mobile phone, opened Line, and flipped through the pages.

"What's wrong?" Ying Lili asked worriedly.

Nagase typed a few lines and deleted them: "Sorry, Eriri, I suddenly had something to do!"

"Oh~" Ying Lili blinked, unable to hide her joyful expression.

There was some joy in her words: "It's okay, if there is anything, Mai-chan can go first!"

Nagase handed her the umbrella, but Eriri refused to take it, explaining, "Natsumi and I should share an umbrella. If he holds the picture frame with one hand, it might get wet."

"Okay." Nagase said and left with an umbrella.

……

Xia Shi looked at Eriri who suddenly got into the umbrella and asked curiously, "What happened?"

Ying Lili stretched out her hand, "You big idiot~ Give me the umbrella!"

Xia Shi obediently gave her the umbrella.

Eriri raised the umbrella and deliberately turned it towards Natsumi.

Xia Shi silently used the art of controlling objects to pull the umbrella back and tilt it toward her side.

"It's so windy today~." Eriri felt that the umbrella in her hand was a little difficult to control.

The two of them staggered to the warehouse, and Ishida was still sleeping at the door.

Eriri put away her umbrella, while Natsumi entered the warehouse holding the painting.

After placing the painting in the designated location, Xia Shi clapped his hands.

'Why haven't these mats been moved away yet?'