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They said in unison: "No."

"Then you can go back. The president and I have some things to do in the teacher's office. Be careful on your way back."

Kaguya handed the roster to Xingyuan Hui. As the only first-year student, he should be the first to start this matter tomorrow.

After Xing Yuanhui took the list and checked it, Fujiwara Chika stood beside him and said goodbye to the two people who were sorting out the information with great energy.

The two walked out of the student council room together, and Fujiwara Chika asked Xing Yuanhui: "How is it? Feeling good?"

"It looks quite promising. I'm interested." Xing Yuanhui admitted it directly without avoiding the question.

"Of course. Although I am busy sometimes, most of the time I help investigate incidents and solve various requests like the Yorozuya in the comics."

Seeing that Xing Yuanhui had a good impression of the student union, Fujiwara Chika felt warm in her heart.

Without waiting for his answer, she looked up at the sky, stretched and said, "Let's not talk about this. Do you want to check out other clubs? There should be enough time to try one or two on the way out of school."

"Isn't that necessary?" Xing Yuanhui thought of the wonderful journey he had experienced in several club activities and quickly changed the subject, "Senior, aren't you going back to the board game club to put the prop cards?"

Fujiwara Chika has a lot of [Shuchiin and Dragon] cards on her, and Xingyuan Hui specifically reminded her that if she forgot to throw them away, it would be difficult to find them later.

"It's a long way to get back to the board game department, so I'll put it back tomorrow." She looked nonchalant, "Anyway, the file is in the computer, so I can just print it out if I lose it."

That’s right, the words on this card are not the domineering cursive script on the cover...

"Ah, in that case, the cafeteria is on the way, so why not go buy some cakes or something?"

Xing Yuanhui remembered the small cake he had promised to give her, and was afraid that he would forget it after returning home, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Xingyuan, you really care about this... But it's a good idea! Although it's late, the senior students who will go to the cafeteria to pick desserts today will try to reduce the time they spend looking for food in the cafeteria for the sake of the club, right? It's the first day of school, maybe some SSR-level desserts will be ignored! Let's go!"

The girl with the bow tied around her neck skipped away, pulling Xing Yuanhui along with her.

As the sun sets, they walk out of the corridor, holding bags filled with a wide variety of sweets and talking as they walk.

"You really don't want to consider the sports club?" Her voice became softer and softer. "The kendo club is obviously quite suitable..."

"No. By the way, what are you mumbling about, senior sister?" Xing Yuanhui asked puzzledly.

It was so quiet that it was not even the sound of a mosquito. It was just the sound of opening one's mouth.

"Nothing! I just think it would be a waste."

"It's not a waste. Even though it's a gift and I can't refuse it, I still have to choose. For some people, being carried away by talent may be a dream come true, but there are always exceptions."

She thought of the pink-haired girl who practiced at the piano day after day and the album that had not yet appeared, and said with empathy: "...Yeah, it seems that I am indeed meddling in other people's business."

Xing Yuanhui noticed that she was a little upset and said hesitantly: "It's not that I'm meddling in other people's business. At least I'm having a lot of fun."

Kojima in the kendo club and Kaguya in the teacher's office sneezed at the same time.

"As long as you are responsible and take responsibility for it, other people's opinions are nothing. But isn't this too complacent?"

He pretended to be deep and tilted his head 45 degrees to try to make Fujiwara Chika laugh.

As expected, she laughed so hard that she fell backwards, unable to close her mouth, and could only utter words intermittently: "It is true, but it is well said! I like it!"

Xing Yuanhui has gradually found the right way to treat Fujiwara Chika, and the posture is effective. Why not use the jojo stand next time.

After laughing for a while, she deliberately quickened her pace and walked ahead.

She didn't look back, nor did she slow down, but just tilted her head slightly in front of her as if asking a question to the air.

“What would happen if I didn’t have this talent?”

But Xing Yuanhui knew that this question was directed at him, and there was no one else here. If he just muttered to himself, there was no reason for him, who was three or four steps behind, to hear it.

Although he felt that the other party was asking about his physical talent, Xing Yuanhui couldn't help but think of the self named "Stars". The music that could be performed in the previous life could be considered a kind of "talent".

"If not, you should study your textbooks carefully and try to get into a good university, right?"

After thinking for a moment, he, who has lived two lives, came back to the most classic answer in the East Asian cultural circle.

Xing Yuanhui lowered his head slightly in thought, and he suddenly realized that apart from the influence of the system, there seemed to be nothing special about himself in this world.

The technological levels of the two worlds are similar. When it comes to predicting the future, the experience of one more life is not obvious, not to mention that he had not yet experienced the world at that time.

To be honest, without the help of the system, let alone reproducing it, it would be a big question whether he could still remember the melody of the song, right?

Why do I suddenly feel like I am useless without the system?

No, no, no, there is no need to belittle myself like that. Even without the help of the system, if I had known better and worked hard, I should have been able to achieve some results.

Faced with a conjecture that could not be put into practice, Xing Yuanhui could only comfort himself in this way.

I can't open a new account and try again, right? I don't want to be the boss of elementary and junior high schools!

Noticing Xing Yuanhui's silence, the senior student in front turned around and walked backwards as she did a few days ago, looking at Xing Yuanhui who seemed to be thinking and was actually thinking.

Fujiwara Chika felt that this question might have caused trouble for the boy, leading to this moment of silence. After all, in the process of interacting with him, the other party's responses were always quick.

Therefore, her eyes scanned Xing Yuanhui's face, trying to see some clues on his face. If there was any unnatural expression, she would immediately change the subject.

However, Xing Yuanhui is not such a fragile person. Fujiwara Chika only saw the calmness brought by thinking.

While lost in thought, Xing Yuanhui instinctively noticed people's gazes. He followed his feeling and found that the senior sister did not seem to have learned the lesson from yesterday when she almost fell while walking backwards, and was walking with her back to the ground again.

"But if I had focused on studying, I probably wouldn't be here. The tuition at Shuchiin is so expensive."

Xing Yuanhui shook his head and walked quickly forward.

If she accidentally falls again, I can still help her up.

It’s hard to say about the things in the food bag. They are not one-piece and if you use too much force the bag will break.

"Really?" Unfortunately, Fujiwara Chika didn't give Xing Yuanhui a chance. She turned around and walked seriously, looking at the road.

Seeing this, the boy deliberately slowed down his pace and kept the distance the same as before.

Why is this so? Maybe it's because she left these few steps apart on purpose.

Although I don’t know what the pink-haired lady with a black bow in the front is thinking, since she is the one who took the initiative to distance herself, there is no need for me to force myself to follow her.

It's not some film set that will make people regret for the rest of their lives, but so what? Now he calls himself Captain Omazaki.

After a while, Xing Yuanhui saw that she didn't speak, and continued to explain:

"As a private school, Shuchiin has good teaching resources but a high deviation value. But if you only pursue these, you can consider public schools of the same or slightly lower standards. The tuition there is affordable, and you may even be able to get some scholarships. It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. There is a mystery in it."

"That's true, but considering what Toyomi-sama said, maybe you will show up because of her sponsorship?" Fujiwara Chika pointed her finger and secretly turned sideways, hiding her sight with the dusk and her hair.

The boy narrowed his eyes, thought for a while and decided to answer the senior's question first.

Her purpose is not simply to help the poor and send them to school, right? Or is it...

But Xing Yuanhui didn't want to mention Fujiwara Toyoshi now, and just said vaguely: "Probably."

Fujiwara Chika realized his reluctance and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

The two silent people walked to the big steps in front of Shuchiin Square. Looking at the judo club not far away, the Butterfly Demon's eyes lit up.

"Finally..." She suddenly called out to Xing Yuanhui who had already walked down the stairs, "Come with me to another place. I'm curious about how powerful you are."

Xing Yuanhui realized that he was too ostentatious today, using all his strength like a peacock showing off its feathers.

Perhaps he was inspired by the long-missed campus, but he still felt that he was too stupid today.

After hesitating for a while, Xing Yuanhui finally compromised - the senior sister had already seen it once, it was too late to hide it now.

"If no one is here, I can consider it. But you have to tell me what you want to do first?" He stood on the lower steps, looking up at the pink-haired senior sister whose hair was slightly blown by the wind.

"There is a big sandbag in the judo club! Do you understand?" Fujiwara Chika winked at him cunningly.

That day, the head of the judo club heard a loud noise and wondered if he had gone mad. He actually saw through the shadow that the sandbags flew into the sky and were perpendicular to the beams!

Afterwards, under the witness of the moonlight, a new campus legend - [The ghost that makes the exploding sound] was born.

Chapter 42 I Have a Plan

The man, whose plan was slightly different from the plan, was lying on the windowsill, looking into the distance boredly.

While munching on a fried dough stick bread that had cooled on the way, he watched the discipline committee members and teachers holding notebooks pointing fingers at some students' appearance.

Huh, I clearly aspired to be a teenager who scouts the school gate and confronts teachers, discipline committee members and security guards, so why am I here early again?

But it's not all bad. Xing Yuanhui looked at the various drinks on the table and nodded secretly. There must be one of these five drinks that suits her taste, right?

Finally, just as the school bell was about to ring, the person he was waiting for finally arrived.

Ignoring the legend of the exploding ghost shadow that the visitor was muttering, when she separated from her friends and sat in her own seat, Xing Yuanhui took action.

"Hey, Onodera, what do you like to drink?" He called out to the only person in the class with whom he had spoken for a few words.

Onodera turned back in confusion, only to find Xing Yuanhui looking at her solemnly, his fingers stroking a row of bottles and jars, like a shaman performing a spell.

"Don't tell me that after you realized that you didn't know anyone in the class except me, you decided to hug the only person who had ever paid attention to you in order to fit in?"

She leaned back, alert to Xing Yuanhui's every move.

This posture reminded her of something bad. The last time she was traveling in India, the guy looked at her like this while touching the bottle.

It was really unforgettable afterwards...

"Of course not. Do I look like the kind of cunt who longs for socializing but doesn't dare to make a move?"

"…Isn't that worse? Falling in love with someone you've only talked to for a few sentences."

She had crossed her arms over her chest and was hugging herself.

"Why do you feel this way?" Xing Yuanhui frowned, totally unable to accept Onodera's judgment.

She looked at Xing Yuanhui with disdain and said, "Because the look in your eyes is the same as those stupid boys before they confess their love, ready to face death head-on and so on."

"You misunderstood." He defended, "Besides, it's more like I'm paying friendship fees than confessing my feelings, isn't it?"

Onodera coughed violently a few times and looked at him inexplicably: "That's back to the first sentence! And please don't use this word. I've been misunderstood before."

"Yeah, I said you look like a low-level hottie who hasn't evolved yet."

He has curly blond hair and loves to look at his phone.

"..." Veins popped out on Onodera's forehead, and he said with a forced face, "What do you want to say?"

He looked at her unreasonably - it was obviously you who changed the subject first, why are you angry?

But we can’t complain about this now. When you ask someone to do something for you, you naturally have to put others first.

Xing Yuanhui kept rotating his wrists, indicating that he was very conflicted.

After a moment's deliberation, the boy said, "In exchange for a bottle of drink, some, uh... gossip!"

"What? You can just say it directly."

When it comes to gossip, her eyes light up instantly, and it is obvious that she is excited.

"It's the empty seat next to me." Xing Yuanhui glanced at Ishigami Yu's seat next to him, "Who is that person? He didn't come today."

"Ah, this..."

The light in Onodera's eyes dimmed, and he was obviously not interested in this gossip.

"It's not something that can't be said, I just feel a little embarrassed. Xingyuan, have you ever been around people who fought with classmates? It's okay if you've heard of it. It's probably that kind of situation, where they beat someone up and didn't apologize, so they were punished and not allowed to come to school."

She said it very simply, but Xing Yuanhui didn't want something that was superficial.

"Can't you be more specific?"

"As for the details, I can only hear it from others, so I can't go into detail." She shrugged. "Are you interested in this?"

Of course I know you are not from their class, otherwise I would not come to find you... But you have to be worthy of your intelligence network! A seeker walking on the path of gossip!

"I guess so." Xing Yuanhui decided to lie.

He went on to say, "Actually, there is a detective agency in Shuchiin, and they are currently recruiting new members in secret. I solved the puzzle they left on campus yesterday and was able to meet them. If you want to join, you have to investigate something to prove your ability, and the puzzle I drew was this one."

After all, the president himself said that he didn't want others to know that the student union was investigating this matter, so I can make up a fake club, right? If you want to investigate, you can't hide your face.

"Is there such a club in school?" Onodera said with a frown, "And is this considered a puzzle? You might as well investigate the seven incredible legends."

"That's what I said, but the minister thinks that following the crowd won't make you a qualified detective. He said that even if this is the truth, we can't give up the investigation."

"It's obviously a small club, why is the leader so strict?" Onodera complained, and then suggested, "Why don't you come to my club? The leader of the lacrosse club is very easy to talk to!"

“Is there such a society?”