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"Really?" Baiyin asked with a serious face, but he felt relieved in his heart.

The general affairs officer would usually only mislead others, but his words themselves were not lies. Now the answer to the question was only yes or no. Since he had clearly said no, then it was safe.

Otherwise, seeing the rapid progress here in less than half a year, and comparing it with my own one year of preparation with no progress, I would feel a huge gap in my heart!

"...I can't prove it, can I? Whether it's taking photos or secretly cutting the cloth as souvenirs, each one seems more disgusting than the other." Xing Yuanhui's mind flashed through several pieces of evidence that were not suitable for children. He coughed and continued, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Senior Fujiwara, but she might yell 'sexual harassment' and give you twenty paper fans and big boards."

And the one who will be in charge will probably be me. Do you dare to bet?

Shi Shang, who was also secretly happy, felt his hair stand on end when his head was stared at. He declined, "Forget it, that's not polite."

Senior Fujiwara doesn’t have the physical strength to complete the twenty strokes of the stick. You can tell from your butt that she will be beaten by the General Affairs Officer.

This is an alien who can pull people up walls and walk up stairs in a straight line with their hands. It only takes one move to make me ascend to heaven, right?

"You're picking on ripe persimmons, aren't you?" The general affairs officer laughed directly, "It's okay, it's not like you haven't been beaten before. I'm sure you also miss the feeling of a paper fan hitting your head, right?"

"I don't think that's necessary." Ishigami changed the subject forcefully. "Then I ask you to write down everything that happened in the past three weeks, no less than 800 words a day. I can give you some time to prepare. When we get to Hakodate, we can find a cafe to defend our thesis."

When the time comes, I will take this notebook and compare it with Senior Fujiwara's Twitter one by one, and then the truth will be clear. I am such a genius!

"Write a diary? Now? Here?" Xing Yuanhui nodded approvingly like a fan who left a concert with satisfaction. Then he laughed heartily, like Bodhi Patriarch pointing at Sun Wukong, and said teasingly, "Shi Shang, you have to think it over. I can promise you, but if I write one word, you have to write five words."

The total travel time for this journey is only four hours, not to mention the time spent playing cards before. You want me to write tens of thousands of words in four hours?

I’m a college student who’s about to have a meeting with my supervisor. Do I have to meet the deadline for the sake of my life?

Okay, you treat me as a bachelor and I treat you as a doctor, and the large tour group will be turned into a reading club on the spot, and everyone will keep silent when they write.

Shi Shang laughed cheerfully at Xing Yuanhui's threat and decisively admitted his mistake: "It's just a little joke, guys, relax a little."

The most critical question has been answered, so it would be better for both sides to take a step back and not make things more difficult.

No matter how painful it was for him to write, it was just a daily account. If I were asked to write a junior high school article that I imagined in junior high school... not only would it cause mental damage, but the word count in junior high school was not enough, and I would even have to continue writing on the spot!

This secondary injury would make me collapse prematurely and my body would tremble. The reservedness that came after I got over my middle school years and the sense of shame that made me blush like Guan Gong would conflict with each other, and it would cost me my life!

"I can't relax if you don't tell me the problem." Xing Yuanhui looked at Shi Shang subtly, still secretly vigilant.

Don't underestimate this otaku. Although he always complains about why he doesn't have a pink high school life, he enthusiastically copied some modification strategies from others on the Internet one day, but the next day he gave up decisively with stiff limbs when he wanted to put them into practice, looking like a useless person.

But if his inner motivation can be aroused, Ishigami will rush around like a wild boar looking for opportunities. It can be said that an accountant when he is serious and an accountant when he is not serious are completely two different people.

We don’t know what shape the stone will take yet, so it’s better to be careful.

"Problem..." Ishigami thought for a long time with a frown on his face, his eyebrows drooping half way, and tapped the small table in front of him with his fingers.

"Why do I feel something is wrong?" Although he had not heard Shi Shang's answer yet, Xing Yuanhui had already sensed something.

After all, it is too late to ask an irrelevant question like "What did you eat yesterday?" to give in and try to mitigate the impact of the five questions in a while.

Using the slap contest as an example, the number of questions is equal to the number of slaps to be given. Rather than just touching the opponent lightly to get him to show mercy, the man should try to inflict the same damage as five slaps with one slap! And it was Ishigami who was so shameless that he wanted to compete!

"It should be... no way?" However, the person who was slapped twice was thinking about how to reconcile.

Shi Shang, you must show mercy! If you ask any sensitive questions, Xing Yuan will ask them one by one in return. What should I do then?

Baiyin's nightmare sneaked from night to day through the path of memory and tortured him mercilessly.

In her fantasy, Shigong stroked her chin, looking at the man who was no different from others with a half-smile, and who also fell at her feet: "So the president likes me? How cute~."

Baiyin, who was strong at heart, shouted in anger: I don't want Sigong to look at me like this after hearing the gossip!

Thinking of the worst outcome, he couldn't help but put his hands together and pray, and suddenly there was silence among the three of them.

The scenery outside the window blends into a whole like spilled paint, and only by occasionally traveling into a dark tunnel can the flowing picture frame have time to adjust.

It wasn't until the train entered and left the station that Ishigami slowly said, "Do you like Fujiwara-senpai?"

Bai Yin, who seemed calm, turned sideways to Xing Yuanhui. Under his calm appearance was a restless soul - it was over! This was really the problem!

I have to think of a way to save myself...

Xing Yuanhui glanced at Shi Shang, who was extremely curious and eager, and then glanced at Bai Yin, who for some reason began to sweat like he did when he was playing cards, and asked with a grin, "Are you sure you want to ask this?"

It's so sharp. Just hearing the title makes me feel like I'm stuck in a difficult situation. Ishigami, are you really willing to pay any price to know my feelings...

"Yes." Ishigami understood the hidden meaning of his friend's words, raised his thumb, and answered with the sunniest smile he had ever seen, "You probably won't let go of my dark history anyway, so what difference does it make if it's five or one?"

If I owe the bank one million, the bank is my father; if I owe the bank ten billion, I am the bank's father.

From this, we can conclude that as long as you are brave enough, you can turn the tables even if you are in debt. Scarcity makes things valuable. Maybe five people can talk less than one? Believe that miracles and magic exist!

...Just wait, until the eve of your wedding, I will definitely send the finished black history PPT to your future wife for her to enjoy. Xing Yuanhui smiled with relief, with a frown on his face.

No one can say for sure whether miracles and magic exist, but the endless fate of revenge has been woven in the long river of time, waiting for the parties involved to float downstream and be caught red-handed.

"Step down." The general affairs officer pulled a long face, and anyone could see that he was very reluctant.

After hesitating for a while, Xing Yuanhui finally let his inner duelist soul speak the truth: "...I like her. After all, she's pretty, has a good figure, and has a fun personality without worries."

It is better to say that Fujiwara Chika is one of the most popular girls in the school. If you only look at her appearance, how many people can resist this optimistic senior girl who has a devilish figure and angelic appearance in high school?

Personality varies from person to person. Anyway, he doesn't mind Fujiwara Chika dragging him around like a madman, because if he has to make his own action plan, maybe within three days he will feel that the location and projects are too homogeneous and go home directly.

After all, you can't expect someone who has been tinkering with music at home for several years to like going out. The reason for not liking to go out is not just because of the need to make money.

"What a commonplace comment." Ishigami took out the recorder as if nothing had happened and said dissatisfiedly, "Shame doesn't suit you, Xingyuan! Hurry up and loudly express your love for Fujiwara-senpai!"

Xing Yuanhui followed suit and calmly turned on the recording function on his phone, saying respectfully, "You're not good at this. Don't you know that my Chinese is the worst? How about asking the master for some advice?"

"Can you two stop hurting each other?" Baiyin, in order to avoid being caught in a dilemma, stretched out his hands and confiscated the electronic device. "How about we add a rule? Today's events must be kept absolutely confidential. Telling others will be bad for everyone. What do you think?"

"Of course no problem." Ishigami said righteously. He not only put the recorder in Baiyin's hand, but also took the initiative to hand over his mobile phone.

"Okay." Xing Yuanhui chuckled and handed over the phone. He squinted his eyes and searched for a while, then reminded, "President, in addition to the phone and the recorder, Ishigami also has a camera on him that is recording the sound secretly."

Your skills are too immature compared to the Fujiwara family, brother!

"..."

Facing the president's questioning gaze, Ishigami silently shifted his gaze and whistled, pretending to be innocent.

After a while of struggling, they finally confirmed that no electronic devices were involved in this highly secretive conversation. Then Ishigami continued what Shirogane had interrupted: "Let's start over again - Xingyuan, weren't you too perfunctory just now? I'm not going to say anything to this extent."

Everyone knows that Fujiwara-senpai is very beautiful. Do you want to take away my dark history with just a few formal words? No way!

"Then what do you want to do?" Xing Yuanhui pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, "Do you like it? I like it, isn't that what you have said?"

What? You have the same problem as me in reading comprehension. You insist that I fill up the two lines I'm given, right?

"Too formulaic!" Ishigami slapped his thigh, "Be more detailed! Otherwise, how are you going to confess your feelings to Senior in the future! Just a simple word of "I like you" won't turn all the little things between you into emotional shackles!"

"Why are they shackles?" Baiyin interrupted and complained.

"It's just a stable relationship, don't worry about the details!" Ishigami waved his hand and actually scolded the president.

Those who ask for details tell me not to care about the details...

Xing Yuanhui pressed his temple and said, "Who told you to ask a multiple-choice question? And why should I confess to her? Isn't everything fine now?"

I don't deny that I like her, but if I want to develop it into a lover, I always feel like something is missing.

It’s not that I don’t have worldly desires, it’s just that the other party doesn’t seem to be interested in me. Is the treatment in the board game department as high as that in other departments?

"Oh?" Ishigami sneered, leaning back and saying, "Then if Fujiwara-senpai has a boyfriend, how would you feel? Just imagine."

Following what he said, Xing Yuanhui replaced the senior sister Shinomiya, who Fujiwara Chika often stuck to at school, with a boy's head in his mind. After looking at her again, he felt a little unhappy and wanted to punch the "Shinomiya" with a female body and a male appearance.

To give an example, it's like your younger brother asks you to practice with your guitar, which has been unused for a long time. Although it has not been used for a long time, you are still reluctant to hand it over.

During those days, I couldn't help but think of the guitar before going to bed, worrying that it would be knocked against the corner of the table by someone carelessly, or that the kid would be too enthusiastic and afraid of being laughed at for having no perseverance, so he pretended to practice but actually hid it under the bed to collect dust.

I knew it wasn't the case, but I kept thinking about it this way, which made me nervous. I bought a new guitar of the same model overnight and replaced the old one before I felt at ease.

Seeing the difficulty on the general affairs officer's face, Ishigami smiled triumphantly: "What? Are you reluctant to let go? If you are reluctant, then confess. Now is the time for training!"

"...That's just possessiveness. She's my friend, and she's also very beautiful, so it's normal for me to have such thoughts." Xing Yuanhui let out a long breath, trying to calm himself down. "It's not convincing to use this as an excuse, because this kind of emotion also exists widely between people of the same sex or relatives."

It may be a naive idea, but when it comes to love, it is natural to think about whether we can go on together in the future. Less than half a year is not enough time for me to make a qualified judgment.

Of course I know that no one can predict such things for sure, and I also understand that it is meaningless to daydream without taking the first step.

But reality is reality and theory is theory. Anyway, no one stands as close to the senior as I do, so why not just stop and think carefully before speaking?

Seeing Xing Yuanhui frowning and thinking, Shi Shang realized something and said softly, "But if the relationship becomes rigid, even the closest friends won't be able to take the first step."

The general affairs officer glanced at his friend, temporarily discarded the messy thoughts in his mind, and teased, "Which comic book did you read this from?"

"No matter where it comes from, I'm just reminding you of the risk." Seeing Xing Yuanhui return to his usual relaxed state, Ishigami's face, which had just been serious, relaxed again, "Do I have to wait for the other party to confess first?"

But it's true, given Xingyuan's personality, it would save time and effort if Senior Fujiwara could take the initiative.

It’s just that the senior sister is cheerful with everyone. Although she is particularly cheerful with the general affairs, I don’t seem to have any special affection for her. If the other party doesn’t have such intention, it will be very awkward when we meet in the student union later.

Shirogane, who had heard the key words, raised his hand weakly and expressed his opinion: "It's not bad to wait for the other party to confess first. At least there won't be misunderstandings, right?"

Without Ishigami's determination to risk his life to find out the gossip, Shirogane was unable to get a word in.

"It's possible..." Xing Yuanhui scratched his face uncomfortably, "But it's too passive, isn't it? It feels like waiting for something to happen."

I try my best to make her like me and then wait for her to confess? If neither of us takes the initiative, won't we be stuck?

"Is that so?" Baiyin smiled stiffly.

Doesn't this mean that you can't know that I like Sigong?

Come up with a solution, Student Council President! Although I know clearly from the conversation just now that neither of them will laugh at my relationship, I am very embarrassed!

The three of them fell silent again, and Xing Yuanhui asked tentatively: "So, this is the end of this question?"

"That's all." Ishigami, who was thinking about how to play assists, was immersed in his own fantasy. He waved his hand as his aunt smiled, "Now it's the president's turn to ask you, right? What does the president want to ask?"

"Uh, me?" Baiyin really didn't want this answer, but he couldn't help asking, and was very conflicted.

Seeing that the president seemed to need some time to think, Xing Yuanhui rolled up his short sleeves to completely expose his arms, flexed his muscles and threatened Ishigami: "Let me be frank with you, don't take the initiative to assist me, I can handle it myself."

I believe in your good intentions, but I don't believe in your acting skills. Don't do something with good intentions and complicate things.

"Is there no need to deliberately leave space for you two?" Ishigami tempted.

I like helping others the most. Isn't it worth it to let me make a few jokes in exchange for a wingman?

"No need." Xing Yuanhui casually pinched the empty can into a discus to show his strength. "Just behave normally, just like before the summer vacation. Don't do anything!"

"It's so ugly. It makes it seem like I wasn't a normal person before the summer vacation." Otaku complained.

Can't you give me a little more involvement?

Chapter 25 Three People Hurting Each Other

"Uh..." Baiyin was like a hapless farmer with wolves in front, tigers behind, and crocodiles below. The accountant was looking at him expectantly, while the general affairs officer was urging him. He was faced with a bitter choice of neither asking questions nor not asking them.

Both of them have two chances to ask me questions. No matter which side they choose, it will not be easy to escape.

I have to make Ishigami think that I am attacking and Xingyuan think that I am trying to win him over, only then will I have a chance of survival.

But is it really possible to come up with such a perfect solution in just a few minutes of thinking time?

He thought over and over again, and finally made up his mind, and said word by word: "You... have been abroad for such a long time, which place do you think is the most fun?"

Damn, there’s still not enough time, but I can’t delay any longer and can only pray to God.

Baiyin exhaled slowly through his nostrils to empty the uneasy air in his lungs, and wiped the sweat off his face.

However, as soon as these words came out, Ishigami frowned, and Baiyin's plan was instantly half bankrupt - he smelled the breath of weakness...

If we want to explore gossip, shouldn't we add some restrictions here? For example, it would be better to change the subject to "you and Secretary Fujiwara". Limiting it to "you" would give Xingyuan enough room to maneuver.

No, as a good partner who often works with me to deal with students who come for consultation, it is impossible for him not to realize this.

Considering that the first topic was a sensitive issue between men and women, the president took the initiative to reduce the emotional connection at this time. Although it was indeed very reasonable according to the president's personality, he rarely spoke when Xingyuan directly exposed the true purpose of the card game...

Could it be that... President, you betrayed me?! You also had your own romantic luck during the summer vacation? Was it Senior Shinomiya? You were afraid that it would affect you, so you kept silent when I asked Xingyuan if he liked Senior Fujiwara. You wanted to stop me but didn't dare to speak?

Ishigami always has a very accurate intuition about some strange things, but unfortunately it is only half accurate, just like others can only see one of his eyes at a time. There is a kind of incomplete beauty.

The small alliance over there collapsed without anyone noticing, and Xing Yuanhui, who was fighting alone, pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "President, don't forget that you have to answer the question twice. Even if you are the first in the grade, it doesn't mean that your hand speed is twice as fast as mine, right?"

The president has really been led astray by Ishigami. He actually wants me to write my impressions for the defense?