Comics, daily stories

Kato Hui said calmly: "Anything else?"

After pondering for a while, Nomiyama carefully observed the expressions of the people around him: "Well? I'll do the laundry next time?"

Kato Megumi calmed down, her face slightly red. It is better for girls to wash their clothes, especially underwear, by themselves. She would feel shy if she asked a boy to wash them.

Nomiyama withdrew his gaze and curled his lips. Hui also had weaknesses sometimes.

On the quiet street, young boys and girls walked side by side. The cherry blossoms were blown down by the wind, but they avoided them, as if they didn't want to disturb them.

Until at one point, a rumbling sound was heard on the road next to them.

Nomiya looked sideways.

Red, Aston Martin.

Seeing the supercar disappear around the corner of the street, Nomiya sighed.

Shizuka Hiratsuka has never concealed her flamboyance and unladylike nature. From this aspect alone, she is really not suitable for the identity of a teacher.

"Does Fenghaya recognize that car?" Kato Megumi asked at the right time.

"The owner of the car is Shizuka Hiratsuka. She's my current homeroom teacher. She also taught me in my first year of junior high school and is our life guidance counselor," Nomiyama answered truthfully. "She's in charge of the club."

"Should I go find her then?"

"No need. When the time comes, just come to the Service Club and fill out the application form. I'll give it to her when I have time. Dealing with the teacher will be handled by the Club Head..."

Nomiyama paused, it seemed that he was no longer a minister, as his identity had been stripped away last night.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Nomiya shook his head.

He just thought of something. The minister's position was vacant, and now the service department had two deputy ministers. If there was a conflict of opinion, who would he listen to?

"Nomiyama Kaze Early!!"

His thoughts were interrupted, and Nomiyama subconsciously twisted his body to avoid the kick, then reached out and struck.

The next second, they both lowered their heads and looked at Eriri, who was covering her head and yelling, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!"

Very poor acting...

......

It was rare for Nomiyama not to be in a daze during class, or rather, it was rare for him to be in a state of confusion.

I couldn't just sit there and stare blankly, so I had to focus my attention on other things.

He first took out the comic, the latest Jump; however, he had already read quite a bit of this one, so by the time the fourth period began, he had finally finished reading it.

Time once again becomes long and attention has no place to stay.

At this moment, a ball of paper fell on his desk.

Nomiyama first glanced at Yuigahama-san on his right, met her gaze, sighed, raised his hand, and threw it to his left, to Miura-san.

Supporting his face, he continued to look at Shizuka Hiratsuka and found that she was staring at him.

Oh, the note-passing was discovered.

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Not caring, Nomiyama just continued to look at her. Being dragged out and made to stand as punishment was a relief for him. At least he could go to the corridor and breathe some fresh air.

The next moment, the paper ball fell on his desk again.

Nomiya turned his head to the left and found that Miura was also staring at him. He carefully lowered his upper body and pointed at the paper ball.

Raising an eyebrow, Nomiyama understood what she meant.

Look!

It's actually for me? He reached out and spread out the paper.

"Nomiyama-san, I heard from Hiratsuka-sensei that the purpose of the Service Club is to help students. Is that true?"

Turning his head, he looked at Yuigahama, who had her eyes wide open and a look of anticipation. Nomiya picked up the pen and lowered his head to write.

[Fake! The Ministry of Service means serving others. It's free. Feel free to contact me if you need anything. You know my address.]

Yuigahama Yui received the note, took a look at it, blushed at first, then pouting and getting angry.

Nomiyama-san always talks nonsense even though that’s not what he meant.

Yuigahama Yui: [Nomiyama-san is lying! ]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Yes, I was lying to you]

Yuigahama Yui: [!!!]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Are you in trouble?]

Yuigahama Yui: [Yes, I want Nomiyama-san to help me.]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Well, just come to the service club at noon.]

Yuigahama Yui: [Eh, is it that simple? ]

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Or you could give me some reward, like giving my home address to more girls and telling them that Nomiyama Kazehaya is serving me for free.]

Yuigahama Yui: [Nomiyama-san is talking nonsense again! ]

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class at noon, Nomiya raised his lips and walked out of the classroom.

Yuigahama-san is quite interesting. She looks like a hot girl, but you can make her blush with just two or three words.

Really, it’s so good to be a pure high school girl, why pretend to be a hot girl?

Humming a little tune, Nomiya pushed the door open, walked into the service club, and then looked at the person he expected.

He reached into his shoulder bag, took out the lunch box, and handed it to her.

He glanced at the back of the classroom, then walked to the back and dragged a chair over, saying as he did so, "Don't blame me if it gets spicy."

Yukinoshita Yukino just opened the bento with a calm expression: "Nomi-san, you are the one who likes spicy food, and you are also the one who can't handle spicy food. In this aspect, I am better than you."

Nomiyama didn't refute this statement.

This is the truth, he just likes it, but when it comes to tolerance for spiciness, Yukinoshita and Megumi seem to be better than him.

Putting the chair next to her, Nomiyama stood on her left and right, each one of them a distance away, and also opened their lunch boxes.

"Yukino!"

Eriri Sawamura pushed the door open with force and skipped towards Yukino. When she passed by him, she put down a box of lunch and snorted.

Nomiyama rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Her legs weren't numb in the morning, but she still wanted to be carried on her back. It seemed like Sayuri had taught her some strange methods.

The three of them sat on the same side, but two of them were on that side and one on this side, with a long distance between them.

While they were eating, the door of the service department was opened again.

Kato Megumi stood at the door with a calm expression.

His eyes were also calm.

Chapter 144: Needle tip, wheat awn, and wind watcher

"Good afternoon, everyone."

Hearing the voice, Nomiyama turned his head and looked towards the door: "Good afternoon, Hui."

惠？

Yukinoshita Yukino set her sights on the female classmate.

Hui should be Uncle Kato’s daughter, Kato Hui.

However, this kind of intimate name means they have such a good relationship.

"Keiko, you're here." Sawamura Eriri raised her hand normally.

Eriri is also very familiar with her.

"Good afternoon, Kato-san." Yukinoshita Yukino put aside her thoughts and responded calmly.

She looked at the person who walked into the activity room and asked, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here to join the Service Club, Yukinoshita-san."

Kato Megumi didn't react much to the other person guessing her name. She just kept talking and walked into the room, her eyes inevitably lingering on the cold and conspicuous person.

Yukinoshita-san, the person who had been with him the longest, whom he hadn't seen since elementary school, seemed to be more beautiful than before.

"Well, just fill out the application form." Nomiyama did not let the two continue to communicate, but directly took out a pen and paper from under the table and handed it over.

"Okay, sure." Kato Megumi nodded, took the pen and paper, and took two steps.

Sat next to him.

Yukinoshita Yukino stopped reaching for her chopsticks and frowned slightly.

So when he came in just now, the first thing he did was to go to the back and bring a chair, which was prepared for Kato.

Judging from their current normal reactions, both of them have become accustomed to getting along like this.

Her brows furrowed even more tightly, and Yukinoshita Yukino was a little slow to react.

What happened? Why was Kato sitting next to him like that?

Turning her head, Yukinoshita Yukino looked at her friend Eriri, only to see a look of confusion and doubt.

Eriri didn't know...

Nomiya looked over there, then lowered his head and ate his meal.

At times like this, just pretend to be dead first, pretend to be dead without attracting anyone's attention.

Kato Megumi filled out the application form for joining the club, put it aside, then opened her lunch box and started enjoying it.

The service department fell silent for a moment, as if everyone was immersed in the deliciousness of the food.

Until one moment, a cold and polite voice sounded.

"Mr. Kato, can you tell me why you want to join the Service Club?" Yukinoshita Yukino put down her chopsticks and asked.

After saying that, she added, "After all, I'm the deputy director of the service department, so I still need to understand the members' thoughts a little bit."

Why don’t you go and find out about Eriri? Nomiya bit the chicken leg in his mouth without looking up.

Kato Megumi paused, looked up, and seemed to think for a moment before speaking calmly, "Because I heard earlier that the Service Club is a club that helps classmates, I'm curious about what it feels like to help classmates."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then added, "Besides, I only have two friends at Sobu High School. Fuuhaya and Eriri are both here."

"I see." Yukinoshita Yukino smiled, "Welcome to the service club."

"Thank you." Kato Megumi nodded and lowered her head to continue picking up the food.

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at the person next to her, then glanced at the person who was concentrating on eating.

They were the only two friends, so they had plenty of motivation to stay together.

I'm so tired, so alone

When Eriri Sawamura heard the answer, she suddenly realized, so that's how it is?

She lowered her head and ignored the matter. Hui really didn't have many friends in school except for herself who followed the trend.

Nomiyama licked the rice grains from the corner of his mouth. Well, you are worthy of being Hui, and the reason is very good.

Then he stopped chewing. Hui had been by his side all this year, and the understanding was mutual. While Hui was understanding him, he was also understanding Hui.

At this point, would she really deliberately avoid Yukinoshita's edge?

The next second, he was stunned as he looked at the chopsticks that were inserted into his lunch box.

A piece of chicken was taken away as a matter of course.

Nomiyama looked up and watched the piece of chicken being put into her cherry mouth.

The sight on the other side almost solidified into substance, tightly binding him.

Staring at Hui, who looked calm and ate quietly, Nomiya's eyelids twitched unconsciously.