Kyoto: I just want to be a gentleman

Nishii Rimi's brain suddenly crashed.

What was she just saying?

Watanabe Hideyuki looked at the girl in front of him with some confusion.

what is she doing

What did he do just now? What couldn't he do? He hadn't done anything yet.

However, as a gentleman in Kyoto, he did not care about these little episodes.

Helping others but not being understood by them is also a must for a gentleman, he understands that.

No words were spoken.

Watanabe Hideyuki directly handed the tissue in his trouser pocket to Nishii Satomi.

Then he walked away as if no one was around.

The moment I saw the tissue.

Rimi was a little confused.

How could this damn guy be so kind...

[Target person Xijingli's good impression +3]

However, her body's subconscious reaction forced her to take the tissue. Looking at the boy's back getting farther and farther away, Rimi looked up at the clock.

The train is about to arrive.

No more.

Nishii Rimi held the tissue in her pocket and ran to the bathroom without looking back.

[Target person Xijingli's good impression +1]

[Target person Xijingli's good impression +1]

...

The train was indeed late.

When Nishii Satomi walked out of the bathroom, she sighed in her heart as she looked at the platform where the number of people had obviously decreased.

It's not good to be late on the second day of school...

But who is that?

She caught a glimpse of a blue figure...

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...

"Watanabe Hideyuki, Nishii Satomi, don't be late next time. Please return to your seats."

Facing the strange looks from everyone in the class, Xiu Xing, with a schoolbag slung over one shoulder, walked to his seat with a helpless look on his face and sat down.

He looked at the blushing girl sitting next to him.

I sighed in my heart.

If I had known earlier, I would not have waited for her, and he would have been late as well.

He originally thought that if he followed this unlucky guy into the car, he would be able to encounter the option task today.

As a result, nothing happened along the way.

He just wanted to simply increase his endurance and speed.

So...

I'll charge some interest...

[Target person Xijingli's good impression +1]

[Target person Xijingli's good impression +1]

...

While Watanabe Hideyuki was sleeping on the table, the frame above Satomi's head changed silently.

[The target character Xi Jingli's good impression has reached the stage limit]

【Character: Nishii Satomi】

[A coward is afraid of even pleasure, and will get hurt if he touches cotton.]

[Age: 18 years old]

[Hobbies: None]

[Favorability: 70+0 (ambiguous)]

[Reminder: Please explore on your own]

Chapter 14 Classical Literature

"I went to the Classics Department."

After lunch, Watanabe Hideyuki said hello to Ryoma and left the cafeteria.

He joined the Classical Literature Club when he was in the first year of high school, not for exchanging reading experiences, but purely to find a quiet place to take a nap at noon.

The Department of Classics met his requirements perfectly.

There are only four people in the entire department, including him, which just meets the most basic requirements of the club.

He didn't know when, without his own knowledge, he got the position of Minister of the Department of Classical Literature.

When he, the so-called minister, graduates, the entire department might be forced to disband due to insufficient manpower.

However, he didn't care too much.

Nothing is eternal in this world.

While still thinking about these past events, Watanabe Hideyuki had already arrived at the sixth floor of the club building, in the corner. He first knocked on the door carefully, and when no one answered, he opened it with the key.

as predicted.

Song Qiao Youjia was lying on the table near the window, sleeping soundly.

Matsukyo Yuka is one of the only four people left in the club. She also serves as the deputy director and the library committee member of Class 2 (C).

Watanabe Hideyuki closed the door gently, but unexpectedly, this action woke up Yuka who was sleeping.

"Senior, I'm sorry to be rude." Matsukyo Yuka rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he saw the person in front of him, he immediately stood up from the chair and bowed to Hideyuki.

"I've told you so many times, Yuka-chan, don't call me senior anymore, just call me Hideyuki-kun. You're almost making me feel old." Watanabe Hideyuki put his schoolbag on the chair next to him, then lay down on the sofa with a comfortable look on his face.

He bought this sofa at the school flea market last year. He believes that this is one of the most cost-effective transactions he has made in recent years.

"Hehe." Yujia shyly scratched his hair which was messy from sleeping and smiled foolishly.

"Yuka-chan didn't sleep much last night again. Did you secretly read comics under the covers?"

"You found me out, Senior." Yuka took out a small pink kettle from under the desk and poured herself a glass of water. "Yesterday when I was working, I heard that "Love Model" had a single volume, so I bought one on the way home, intending to read for a while before going to bed, but I couldn't help it..."

Yuka said as she sneaked closer to Hideyuki.

Hideyuki didn't notice Yuka-chan's abnormality, but was boredly scrolling through Line, casually complaining about the plot in "Koimachi".

Apparently, he is also a loyal reader of "Love Model".

Suddenly, Hideyuki felt a fragrant breeze coming towards him.

"Senior, can you please do me a small favor?" Yuka bent over, stood behind Hideyuki's chair, and whispered pitifully in his ear, "A small favor."

Watanabe Hideyuki felt that his vision was a little blurry.

All I saw were two huge round balls rolling and rubbing back and forth on his face.

The alluring milky aroma mixed with the girl's body scent penetrated Xiuxing's nostrils.

I can't seem to breathe...

He didn't expect that the skinny Yuka had such a great figure.

"Stop, stop. What help did you ask for?" Xiuxing moved to another chair calmly. He was afraid that his religious faith would be damaged.

"Our club's instructor, Ms. Shuiyue, resigned from the school last week. If we can't find a suitable instructor within a month, our club will be forced to disband..."

"So you want me to give you a disbanding ceremony?"

Xiuxing has always been considerate.

"What? Senior!" Yuka stamped her feet lightly, "I want you to help us find a mentor."

"It would be easier to help you hold a disbanding ceremony. I'll treat everyone to ramen and karaoke then..." Watanabe Hideyuki said embarrassedly. He has enough things to do now, and he doesn't want to get involved in such troublesome matters.

"Senior, you are the minister."

"Yuka-chan, I now appoint you as the director of the Classical Literature Department." Watanabe Hideyuki said righteously.

He has a tradition of abdicating and letting others take over when something goes wrong.

"Senior~"

"There are no other candidates for instructors?" Xiuxing asked with some confusion.

In theory, each teacher can serve as the instructor for up to two clubs.

For most teachers, serving as a club instructor is just a piece of cake and not a big hassle. On the contrary, it will enrich their teaching career resume, which is a win-win situation with no harm.

"Those people in the literature club..."

"What happened to the literature club?"

There are two literature clubs in the school, one is the Classical Literature Club where Hideyuki is, and the other is the Modern Literature Club. The latter has a large number of members and is very popular in the school, so when people mention the literature club, they usually refer to the latter.

"They spread rumors in the school, saying things like 'the Classics Department is going to be disbanded' and 'that department has no future'."

"So there have been no junior students joining our club. Without new students, the club will face disbandment. If the news gets out, it will have a great impact on the instructors, so not many teachers are willing to take over this hot potato of ours."

"Aren't they telling the truth?" Watanabe Hideyuki touched his nose and muttered vaguely.