Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

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【Miura Gensuke: Good night, my dear lady.】

[Miss Hoshizaki: Stupid Gensuke... so corny...]

[Miura Gensuke: If you don't like it, forget it... I won't yell anymore.]

[Miss Hoshizaki: I didn’t say I didn’t like it…]

[Miss Hoshizaki: Good night...]

[Miura Gensuke: Is that all? ]

[Miss Hoshizaki: Dear...]

Miss Hoshizaki: Ugh… I’ll wait until I think about it…

[Miss Hoshizaki: My dear, this is too old-fashioned.]

Miura Gensuke: Eh… I mustered up all the courage to yell, it hurts so much…

[Miss Hoshizaki: I've already called you once... Gensuke, don't you remember?]

[Miura Gensuke: I mustered up the courage to shout that time too!]

[Miss Hoshizaki: I’m sorry…]

After putting down his phone, Miura Gensuke found that Xiaoyao's purple eyes were staring at him.

"Brother is laughing so happily..."

The tone of voice was somewhat sarcastic.

Miura Gensuke pretended not to hear and turned off the light: "Go to sleep, you have classes tomorrow."

"Brother, hold me..."

In the darkness, Miura Gensuke held the petite girl in his arms.

"Brother smells so good..."

Xiaoyao rubbed her cheek against his chest: "Hold me tighter."

"Do you think of me as a teddy bear?"

"Brother is my favorite doll."

"Wow... I don't feel happy at all."

"You must stay with me forever, Xiaoyao..." Xiaoyao raised her head: "If you dare to refuse... I will create a world where my brother will always love me..."

"It's so scary..."

Xiaoyao laughed proudly: "Actually, brother has never woken up from the dream. He has been immersed in the dream since the day he met me."

Miura Gensuke gently bumped Uchiha Xiaoyao's forehead and said, "Sleep."

"Brother...it hurts..."

"I clearly didn't use any force."

"It just hurts..."

Miura Gensuke gently kissed Xiaoyao's forehead: "What now?"

"abnormal……"

Chapter 118 Xiaoyao also has a C

Monday, after the first class.

Miura Gensuke pushed open the door of the principal's office.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, which seemed to be the smell of cologne.

He looked behind his desk.

Principal Tachibana looked a little worried. After hesitantly glancing at the wigs on the table, the principal raised his head and looked at Miura Gensuke standing in front of him: "The sports day is this Thursday..."

"How's your setup going?"

"Please rest assured, Principal, we have referred to many layout plans." Miura Gensuke smiled.

But Principal Tachibana still couldn't cheer up. He stood up with a frown and said, "What do you think? Should we postpone the sports meet for a few days and hold it together with Aoyama High School..."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. Let the students participating in the competition prepare well."

"Let's go back."

Miura Gensuke left the office with a smile.

"This guy, he's not nervous at all..."

Principal Tachibana looked at the gently closed door and couldn't help but feel a little hopeful: "Could it be that this kid's long-distance running training has paid off?"

"Oh...it's really a fantasy...if it can produce results, it would have been produced last year."

He sighed, picked up the center-parted wig on the table, and put it on his bald head.

After returning to the Student Union.

Gensuke Miura returned to his seat and looked at Haruka Yukawa beside him.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, carefully labeling the student union files.

Her beautiful purple eyes were focused, and she would blink cutely from time to time.

Miura Gensuke pushed the sweet milk he bought to her: "Do you want my help?"

The girl tilted her head, her silver hair shining in the sunlight: "Brother, please help me put this folder in the filing cabinet."

Miura Gensuke took the blue folder with a smile and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyao."

Student Union Secretary Chinatsu Shimizu is on sick leave, and today is Monday, so all the forms and materials related to the sports meet have to be submitted.

The desk was filled with equipment purchases, prize lists, and competition event lists.

So the work had to fall on Xiaoyao's head.

After putting the folder away, Miura Gensuke bent down and took out a golden trophy from the cardboard box on the ground: "Xiaoyao, this trophy is for you."

"But I didn't sign up for the competition."

Xuechuan Haruka raised her head and looked at him in confusion: "Besides, I have a gold medal."

"I don't need this kind of childish project."

Miura Gensuke smiled and sat on the table, patting Xiaoyao's head: "Aren't you just a child?"

"So..." Xuechuan Haruka covered her chest in fear: "This morning, my brother had a reaction to the child!"

"Hey!" Miura Gensuke was startled: "Don't say things like that!"

"And do you need to cover your chest?"

Xuechuan Haruka blushed and puffed out her chest: "I also have a C..."

“…” Miura Gensuke looked at Xiaoyao who was deceiving herself and drank a sip of sweet milk sadly.

Even by Japanese standards, a C-cup corresponds to an international B cup.

Can Xiaoyao really achieve it? He is very skeptical.

Looking at Miura Gensuke's compassionate eyes, Xuechuan Haruka's cherry lips trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of unwillingness: "If you don't believe it..."

"Brother, feel it and see..."

Miura Gensuke stood up and walked towards the door of the student union.

Xuechuan Haruka thought he was going to leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

But Miura Gensuke just closed the door.

"Xiaoyao."

After returning to Yukawa Haruka, Miura Gensuke smiled and stretched out his palm: "I want to touch it."

This is undoubtedly a game of chicken.

Whoever retreats loses.

Miura Gensuke took a deep breath. He would never allow any fraud on the cup size.

We must be fair, just and open on such important issues.

He looked at Xiaoyao.

As his palm got closer, the other person's cheeks became redder and redder.