Moreover, they are all girls who have special thoughts about Chris.
"Eh? Don't you know? The craft club is originally a club that almost only girls want to join."
Wayne's mouth twitched.
It was okay to have a small number of people before, but now that the manual department is about to undergo a major increase in personnel, it will feel a bit strange if there is still only one male.
Besides, what are these weird reasons for joining the club? There are very few people who write about their sincere love for handicraft activities, and most of them are words that are extremely flattering to Chris.
One has to doubt the purpose of these people.
The minister was tortured by these applications. Seeing that Wayne seemed interested, she quickly pushed the other information she had into his hand.
"Wayne, I know you have always been a very, very gentle boy, so please help me a little bit -"
Meimei clasped her hands together and looked like she was begging.
Wayne rolled up a few documents expressionlessly and hit the minister on the head with his hand.
The paper was struck with a low sound of "pop!"
"Ugh——" The minister covered his head with a sad face and complained: "Wayne! I have no love for you anymore!"
"Huh? Has such a thing ever existed before?"
Wayne didn't care.
The only people in the handicraft department are Director Meimei, Chris who she asked to help, and herself who came along to make soy sauce.
Now, it's overtime time before school.
The afternoon sun was very gentle, and formed beams of light in the club room through the glass windows.
There is a lazy and leisurely feeling.
At this time, if you can lie down on the sofa and have a good sleep, your life will be called happy.
"It's really hard to decide. Originally, it was impossible to join just by applying, and our club in the handicraft department doesn't have enough funds. If we hadn't received a new bonus this time, we would have almost lost control~"
Meimei also imitated Chris, lying on the table like a salted fish.
"Yes, yes, and these applications cannot reflect their personality, nor can they tell whether they are good-looking or not..." Chris also echoed.
As expected, you are a member of the Old Appearance Association, as expected of you.
As she spoke, she sighed feebly: "Why can't there be photos in this world!"
"Photo? What is that?" Meimei asked doubtfully.
"Probably a prop that can reproduce real-life scenery on paper?" she described vaguely.
"It sounds like it requires very profound magic." Meimei sighed.
On the other side, Wayne had taken out a blanket that Chris had put in the club room from the cabinet and spread it on the sofa.
Then, he lay down.
"...Wayne?" Chris said speechlessly, "What are you doing?"
"Sleep." Wayne made an enchanting posture like a beauty leaning, "It's still early now. Just wake me up after you finish handling your official duties and go home."
Hearing these shameless remarks, Chris slapped the table, clenched her fists and stood up, "Are you thinking about shit?"
Just when a murder was about to happen in the department room, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door.
"Please come in." Minister Meimei said.
A girl wearing glasses opened the door shyly.
"Sorry to bother you, I'm here to submit an application for joining the ministry."
This girl has braids on both sides and thick bangs on her forehead. She is neatly dressed in her school uniform and looks very simple.
"Oh, okay, please hand it over."
Chris happened to have stood up, so she walked over and took the form in her hand.
Seeing Chris approaching, the girl nervously grasped the hem of her skirt.
"Fifth grade Class B, Camille? Isn't that Wayne's class?" Chris looked at Wayne with some surprise.
Wayne was still lying on his side on the sofa, "Yes, he is a classmate."
Chris originally wanted Wayne to give some advice on whether he could be admitted into the club, but then she thought about it and felt that it might not be convenient to say some things in front of others.
So, she walked back and put the girl's application at the bottom of the thick stack of documents.
Seeing the lady named Camille still standing at the door, looking at a loss what to do, Chris said:
"We have received your application. You can go back and wait for the notification. The results will be available within a week."
"Okay...ok."
Hearing Chris say this, she could only leave hesitantly.
"I always feel like she has something else she hasn't said." The minister looked at her retreating back and said strangely.
"If you don't say anything directly, I don't have that much free time to guess other people's thoughts." Chris said with resentment: "Besides, no matter what, you should close the door when you leave."
Out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she had to get up again and close the door.
On the sofa, Wayne turned over comfortably.
In fact, if Chris hadn't closed the door just now, she would have inevitably got up.
It's great to meet someone who has the same obsessive-compulsive disorder as me.
He closed his eyes.
For some reason, I have become sleepy since the Academy Party. In the past, even if I stayed up all night, I would still be energetic the next day.
But now, I always feel like I can't get enough sleep.
Wayne opened his eyes.
The empty room was pitch black.
Only myself.
Where are Chris and the others? You won't leave yourself alone in the activity room, will you go back first?
There was a strange sound outside the door of the activity room.
"Gulu gulu gulu..."
He lifted the blanket and tried his earth magic first.
Summoning another adult-sized earth puppet, he controlled the earth puppet to walk towards the door, while he approached the window.
The silver moonlight shone on him, like coating him with a layer of gauze.
The puppet opened the door roughly.
"Bang!" A sound sounded far away in the quiet corridor.
"Gulu gulu gulu..."
The strange noise became louder and seemed to be approaching the manual department.
It sounded like boiling water tumbling in a pot.
An ominous breath came in from the door.
In the black mist, a flat graphic pattern was stuck at the door.
That's a... hot pot filled with food?
Wayne rubbed his eyes to confirm that what he saw was a flat hot pot image, and he was trying hard to squeeze in through the door.
What is this? ? ?
Wayne stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.
Could it be that my sleep quality has been poor recently and I miss the food on earth too much, so I have such bizarre dreams?
The flat hot pot was squeezed in for a long time, and it seemed that it was angry and lowered its head.
Bowed.
From the mouth of the pot, the black soup base poured out and went straight to where Wayne was standing.
The black juice bubbled gurglingly, and everything it came into contact with seemed to be corroded, with white smoke rising "chichi~".
