Daily life in Zongman

The students under the podium were looking at the girl on the podium who was full of the aura of a Yamato Nadeshiko, and whispered to each other.

That night, at the school forum, after long-term observation and discussion by those who were interested, the four famous people in the college were changed to the seven famous people in the college.

They are: the princess of the high mountain flower, Komi Shoko, the cold and elegant queen, Kasumigaoka Utaha, the super genius, Futaba Rio, the unforgettable ultimate beautiful girl, Hoshino Ai, the classical and elegant Yamato Nadeshiko, Katsura Kotonoha, the gentle and lovely but absolutely untouchable person, Nishimiya Shoko, and the last and most mysterious - the girl with a side ponytail who appears occasionally.

At first, some people on the forum were discussing whether to add Sawamura Spencer Eriri, and finally someone said: "It's too young, isn't it a bit out of place?"

This attracted unanimous praise, and then Eriri was excluded. Then, some people with ulterior motives changed the statement of four celebrities to seven celebrities, successfully playing the common urban meme of "Seven Legends of the Academy".

Someone asked why another person wasn't included, and someone else complained: "That adult is too opinionated. Our school doesn't have any bullying, and the area is so clean, and that's all thanks to him. He really does practical things for us, and including him in the list seems a bit out of place, so forget it."

So people outside the discussion were not included in the discussion.

Katsura Yanye didn't know this. She didn't like using her phone. To her, the phone was just a tool to check time and make calls.

Also, check out the wallpapers from time to time.

The screen lit up, and she looked at the photo on it. It was a snapshot of a young man. He was in a kendo gym, dressed in a kendo uniform, holding a bamboo sword, a smile on his face. Just standing there, just a profile, he perfectly embodied what it meant to be high-spirited and dashing.

Speaking of which, there is a new urban legend recently, which is about the love magic of mobile phones.

Put the photo of the person you like on your phone’s idle screen. If no one else notices it after three weeks, your relationship will be a great success.

Katsura Yanye doesn't believe in any urban legends. She changed this wallpaper a year ago.

However, she flipped through the photo album, thought for a while, and then replaced this side profile photo with another frontal photo.

Well, sometimes I want to change wallpaper.

That's it.

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In Class B, Grade 2, during break, a girl looked at the empty seat behind her and twirled her pen in boredom.

In the new school year, the seats have been changed. Now, someone who likes to chat at the back table has no one behind him.

The girl sat at the front desk, and her hair had grown longer again, to the point where even in a high ponytail, it was beginning to look somewhat attractive.

She let her ponytail fall to her chest, wondering whether she should style it, such as cutting it shorter, to restore it to its previous length that no one noticed.

Finally, the girl put her long hair back and waited a little longer, waiting for someone who liked to ask her to change her hairstyle to see if there was a new hairstyle he wanted to see. After all, long hair is much easier to style than short hair.

For example, the simplest hairstyle that I have never done before: twin ponytails.

As the school bell rang, the girl touched the chocolate in her desk and found that she couldn't give it away today.

It's been late for so long that we can only wait until next year's Valentine's Day.

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With a generous investment, Futaba's laboratory was completed in the spring. With the help of her parents' connections, she began to build her own research team. It had been a while since her second year started, and she hadn't been to school in a long time. She looked out the window and sighed.

She stared boredly at the newly emerged green shoots and had to admit that she missed that idiot a little. There was a recorded sound when she urinated, but it was smooth all the time. It was just that she hadn't been rubbed in a long time, so she was a little uncomfortable.

I hope he wakes up soon.

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Yukino Mikio, a snow woman whose sexual desire is second only to that of a succubus, after six months of finger life.

The moment she saw her lover push open the door, the string of reason broke.

Bright red liquid with a hint of chill dripped onto the bed, and everything went out of control in an instant.

At this moment, in this vibrant spring day, she wants to hold a birthday party for her lover.

With fresh flowers and stamens as decoration, snow milk as drink, and cold jade cake as food, everything is a gift she carefully prepared.

Finally, add a few drops of red wine and sprinkle them on the bed as a final congratulations.

The birthday party held today lasted for a day and a night.

Chapter 215 The second encounter with Gui.

The next day after waking up from my practice, I went to school and discussed with my homeroom teacher in the office to confirm a series of matters including the subsequent make-up exams.

When I returned to the classroom, it was break time. The noisy class suddenly quieted down when they saw the person coming. Fujiwara Haru was stared at by the whole class.

He nodded to everyone: "Good morning, everyone."

"It's really Fujiwara-kun!"

"Fujiwara-kun."

"You should call me Fujiwara-sama, right? I haven't seen you for half a year. Is there something wrong..."

Warm greetings and inquiries were received. Fujiwara Haru was quite popular in the class, a gentle and kind person with many good deeds. He knew and talked to most people and had a good relationship with everyone in the class. Therefore, after disappearing for a while, he was warmly welcomed back.

Everyone gathered around and chatted until the bell rang.

Fujiwara Haru walked to his seat and found that the books and items on his desk were still there, nothing missing or damaged. The desk was also very clean, probably because someone wiped it regularly.

Sister Shendong said that when she was immersed in her practice, Glass always came to help clean the bedroom. When she went to the end of the world before, she would help tidy up the desk. She guessed that her desk was always kept tidy because she helped wipe and take care of it.

The seat in the last row, by the window, was originally the seat of the girl sitting at the back table, but now it belongs to Fujiwara Haru.

The girl who originally sat at the back desk became the girl who sat at the front desk. After the seats were changed in the new school year, she sat in the front.

The teacher hadn't entered the classroom yet and greeted her: "Good morning, Kato."

"Good morning, Fujiwara-kun."

It felt particularly comfortable to hear her calm and gentle voice. The girl's voice was still very nice.

After the teacher came in, he started to teach seriously. Because he had been practicing for half a year, he had missed all the courses during that time, which resulted in him being unable to catch up on some of the science courses.

Glass, who sat beside me, handed me my study notes, which contained all the key points I'd missed since six months ago. I flipped through them and began studying on my own, trying to fill in the gaps, instead of forcing myself to listen to the lectures, which now seemed a bit confusing.

I spent the morning studying on my own. When the school bell rang near noon, I stretched, relaxed, and prepared to go to Futaba's activity room for lunch when the bell rang.

Then something was discovered.

The girl at the front desk had very long hair. She had it in a high ponytail, and the ends of her hair had already reached her waist. If she let it down, it would probably reach her hips.

Haven't you trimmed it in a while?

Looking at the ponytail in front of me that was constantly jumping slightly as the girl lowered and raised her head, I felt the urge to pick it up and play with it for a while.

Okay, play with it for a while, and if it gets pulled back I won’t make trouble.

He reached out and placed the ponytail of the girl at the table in front of him in his palm. It felt as smooth as silk, and he could faintly smell a slight fragrance in front of him, perhaps some residual shampoo scent.

Holding it loosely, he noticed that the girl didn't reach out to hold her ponytail in front of her, nor did she turn her head to look at him. She was still looking at the podium quietly, as if she was still listening to the class attentively.

So, does that mean you don't mind?

Thinking of this, I tightened my grip on the ponytail in my hand, then used the tip of the ponytail to clean my palm. It felt a bit itchy, which was quite fun.

Now I'm just waiting for get out of class to end, with nothing to do, so I play with the ponytail of the girl in front of me. It's not more fun than playing with toys, but it does give me a sense of relaxation and comfort, a slight sense of joy, and a touch of satisfaction.

The school bell rang at noon, and I loosened the ponytails in my hands. As the girl at the front desk stood up, they fell smoothly around her waist.

"Is there any hairstyle you'd like to see?"

It was a plain inquiry, as if asking what kind of drink he would like later.

"Low ponytail."

After seeing a high ponytail, it’s natural to want to see a low ponytail.

"See you in the afternoon."

The girl didn't respond, but just said goodbye and left the classroom.

As I stood up to take Naoko to the activity room, I saw another Naoko. We were friends, but out of habit I hadn't invited her before. Now I realized what was happening and asked, "Komi, would you like to have lunch with us?"

Komi Naoko blinked, a slight blush spreading across her face, her eyes brightening. Judging by her reaction, she must be very happy. After a moment's wait, Komi replied with a pen and paper: "Okay."

"Let's go."

After a brief exchange without any unnecessary operations, he brought Komi Shoko to Futaba's activity room. After introducing Futaba and Hoshino Ai to each other, they had lunch together.

During the comfortable lunch time, after a short break, we returned to the classroom together and found that the girl at the front desk was already sitting in her seat.

And it is in a low ponytail hairstyle.

How to say it, the high ponytail in the morning gives people a sense of coolness, and the white back of the neck is exposed, and you can see the girl's fair skin, which makes her look more youthful and beautiful.

Now the low ponytail hairstyle has lost its sense of boldness, but has a quiet and elegant temperament. Coupled with the girl's calm and gentle voice, she looks like a complete wife.

So lovely.

"Kato looks good with any hairstyle."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The girl has learned to take it easy.

Fujiwara Haru sat in his seat, waiting for class to start, when he found the girl handing him a notebook.

"what is this?"

"I recorded some interesting things that happened when Fujiwara-kun was not at school."

I remembered that after the comic convention, she had told me about a short period of time when she was away from school. Young girls are always sensitive, and perhaps she was worried that he might feel unfamiliar and a little lost about school, so she recorded what happened during that time.

He carefully accepted the notebook and said, "Thank you, Kato."

When I was about to flip through the pages, I noticed the girl hadn't turned around. She was looking up at the top of her head, whispering, "Fujiwara-kun's hair has grown very long."

"Yes, there are some, but I never took care of them before."

I reached out and touched my hair. It was indeed very long. I hadn't had a haircut during my training, so it had grown a lot longer. After training yesterday, I didn't have time to take care of it. This morning I gave it a rough cut in the bathroom, and I was going to do Jotaro's hair tonight.

The girl stood up and walked behind him: "Don't move, Fujiwara-kun."

"what happened?"

"Now it's my turn to play with your hair."

"Eh?"

Before I could react, I felt the girl's hands on my head. They were thin and soft, like a comb combing my hair back, but not as hard as a comb, and felt quite soft to the touch.

From the middle of her head to the sides of her ears, the girl combed her hair all over with her hands. Then she seemed to apply something, gently scratching her hair, and she also combed her bangs to the side, gathering them into a wisp of shape.

Then I heard the sound of her shaking the can, and with a hissing sound, some mist was sprayed on her head.

I didn't feel shy while being tossed around. Instead, I was wondering how she would play and felt a little curious.

After the girl finished, she found that her hair had some texture, the kind of fluffy that you could clearly feel. Curiously, she reached out to touch it, but was patted by her husband.

"Don't touch me, Fujiwara-kun. I've already taken care of it."

The girl handed over her phone. In selfie mode, you can see that her hair has been combed and fixed, and it is a somewhat cool hairstyle.

"This hairstyle looks great. Did you use mousse or hairspray?"

Fujiwara Haru had never used this thing before and was a little curious.

"Hmm~ There was this idiot who always blew his bangs with his mouth. I thought he might keep blowing his hair that way before getting a haircut, so I bought some hair clay and styling spray. This will prevent him from blowing his hair all the time, and it seems to be working pretty well now."

A subtle feeling of joy filled my heart. It felt good to be cared for so well.

The bell rang, and I returned to class, earnestly trying to catch up on the lessons I'd fallen behind on. It was a new school year, and the knowledge after second grade was more advanced. Thanks to my solid foundation, catching up wasn't difficult, but I still had to invest effort and work hard to catch up.

There were only two classes this afternoon, and it was time to go home soon. When I was packing my bag and preparing to go to the activity room, I felt someone standing next to me and didn't leave.

Is there anyone who wants to see me?

Looking up, I saw an unfamiliar girl. She held her hands in front of her, carrying a simple black bag, the kind you'd typically use for books. From the whispers in the class, Fujiwara Haru realized she was a first-year student who seemed quite famous.

The girl is not tall. Fujiwara Haru's height has reached 183cm now. When he sits on the chair, he is almost looking at the girl in front of him at eye level.

Judging by her appearance, she was around 156cm tall. Though a bit short, she had a very good figure. At first glance, besides her beauty, she was also very impressive, with a slender figure. Even though she was a bit short, she must have weighed over pounds. Perhaps an E cup? Fujiwara Haru didn't have much experience judging this, so it was just a guess.

The girl's long, flowing black hair paired with dark purple eyes gave her a refined and elegant look. Her well-proportioned features, smooth, delicate skin, and voluptuous figure should have given her a vulgar look, but this was completely masked by her own aura.

She stood upright with her back straight, and with good manners, she exuded the excellent temperament of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

The classroom became a little quiet as everyone stared, curious about what the most famous first-year student was doing.

After a moment's stare, the girl seemed a bit bewildered. Her thumbs, clutching the bag, were pressing against each other, their color paling slightly from the exertion. A blush crept into her face. She took a deep breath and clenched her hands again, her breasts slightly deforming as she did so.

"Long time no see, senpai. Um... I like watching "Love Metronome", anime, and cosplay. Can I join your handmade props club?"