Chapter 13 A trick to pass notes to a beautiful girl

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"Okay, I'm late. Next time Kasuga-kun, you must tell me in advance if you don't have lunch!"

Tamamo Miko looked remorseful, as if it was her fault that Haruhi failed to eat bread.

He reached out and smoothed the hair hanging down by his ears, so that others could see the tears in the corners of his eyes more clearly.

The level is very high, and no movement is redundant.

The girl's pitiful appearance made the boys around her want to hold her in their arms and take pity on her.

"Tamamo-san, actually I haven't had lunch either. Haruhi doesn't want to eat. Can you give me some bread...

Suddenly, a boy who thought he had a good relationship with Tamamo Miko stood up and said,

If I hadn't seen this guy walking out of the classroom door with a huge bento at noon, the credibility of his words would be much higher. He obviously stepped forward to help Tamamo Miko resolve the embarrassment.

However, this made Tamamo-san even more embarrassed. She scolded the boy in her heart, but still had a touching smile on her face.

"Thank you, Yamaguchi-san. I suddenly remembered that I have to save half of the bread for dinner tonight. I am losing weight recently and can only eat half of the bread..."

"That's it." The boy named Yamaguchi also breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to eat another piece of bread when he was very full at noon.

"Yes...Yamaguchi-san, you are such a nice person!"

After being praised, Yamaguchi Moto Nao even praised his wit just now.

"Actually, Tamamo-kun, you are not fat at all, there is no need to lose weight..."

.......

Kasuga leisurely stretched out her hand and pinched her nose. A strong smell of green tea filled the surroundings.

If I hadn't heard Tamamo-san make a bet with her friends a few days ago that he would win the famous campus grass of his within a week, I'm afraid I wouldn't have refused Tamamo-san's kindness.

Miss Chiba's back is more pleasing to the eye.

The class bell rang soon, and the conversation between the two people over there finally ended. Yamaguchi Motounao returned to his seat with a happy face,

Tamamo Miko breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes Green Tea and Neptune are not easy to deal with.

I can refuse anything to the fish in the fish pond, but I can't refuse to talk to them.

The topic that I wanted to end for a long time has not been able to end for a long time.

When Kasuga leisurely saw this scene, she couldn't help but find it a little funny. Sure enough, there is no profession in the world that doesn't involve worrying about things.

Well, the landlord is also unable to find a tenant!

As for Yumeko Otome, she had never been in Haruhi's consideration. If she let this sickly girl live in her villa, she would not even think about living a stable life one day.

During class, Chiba Shimizu, who was still struggling with English reading comprehension, suddenly moved as she had been sitting in front of her.

Then Kasuga Youran saw two slender fingers holding a note and handing it over. The note landed on the desk accurately.

note?

Memories of his death came to mind instantly, because at Kanna High School, teachers would not care about students playing with their mobile phones in class. As long as they were not too arrogant, it was still okay to send messages.

Therefore, it has been a long time since Haruhi received a small note from others.

Especially for this law-abiding daughter, it feels even more strange.

But why don't you send yourself a message? Using such a traditional method, are you trying to find your childhood?

Sure enough, not using mobile phones in class is the last bottom line that the eldest lady insists on? Really...stubborn and rigid...

Speaking of playing with mobile phones, Kasuga Youran suddenly remembered why he seemed so quiet today.

It turned out that my good gay friend, Heisuke No. 4 Middle School, had taken sick leave at home, as if he had a cold.

He shook his head, prayed for his friend in his heart, and then put it behind him.

Picking up the note and opening it, a line of elegant handwriting was written on it,

"Why didn't you eat at noon today?"

Unexpected words of care,

At first, Kasuga Youran thought that she had just made some action that affected the classroom discipline, so the monitor sent her a small note to remind her.

I was mentally prepared for some sophistry, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be daily...concern?

After thinking about it, I still replied at the bottom of the note, "I haven't eaten. I have been worrying about club affairs..."

Fold the note again along the crease, and gently touch the girl's shoulder with your fingers. You can feel the white and tender skin through the white shirt.

Not long after, a small hand behind his back stretched out, while Qianye Qingshui was still staring at the blackboard on the podium.

Kasuga Youran only found it a bit funny. It turned out that the cold class monitor would do this and make some actions that were not in line with his personality. It was really... so cute that it was foul.

Passing the note into the palm of his hand, the neat little hand quickly disappeared.

The bird stood on the branch, tilting its head and looking at the scene curiously. The breeze blew by, and the branches were rustled.

The afternoon class should make people feel sleepy. Kasuga Youran suddenly felt that the reading comprehension in her hands was not as fun as observing a cold and beautiful girl?

The note was held in Qianye Qingshui's hand, staring at the teacher at the front desk without any expression in his eyes.

Suddenly, the eldest lady sitting in front moved and took out a pencil, as if she was writing something. After a while,

The note reappeared in Kasuga noodles,

"Then why did you refuse Tamamo-san's kindness? You shouldn't be full after eating just one piece of bread, right?"

"Why does the squad leader suddenly care about me so much? It's rare."

Kasuga leisurely did not choose to answer, but instead asked Qianye Qingshui.

It took a long time to get the answer this time,

"I'm just curious. According to my understanding, it would be difficult for boys to reject a girl like Tamamo Miko."

Seeing this sentence, Kasuga Youran immediately started a debate,

"Please treat me and those boys separately...and I don't think boys are..."

However, after sending the note this time, there was no reply. The girl seemed to have already guessed what Haruhi was going to say and didn't even look.

Chunri Youran didn't take it to heart,

In this windy season, immature students used the most primitive method to discuss what kind of girls boys should like. Unfortunately, this proposal did not proceed.

One player abstained, and Kasuga-san was declared the winner unilaterally. This was the first victory against Chiba squad leader.

The teacher on the podium can see clearly what little tricks the students are doing in class.

So much so that after school, the teacher left Haruhi alone.

"Is there anything wrong with the English passage that the teacher just translated?"

Aonoko, the English teacher who was dressed very beautifully and fashionably asked,

"Teacher, why do you have such questions?" Haruhi was stunned for a moment.

"When we were in class, the teacher saw you and Chiba-san passing small notes," Aonoko sat on the chair, her two plump long legs stacked together, but there was a little sadness on her beautiful face.

Discovered? Is it obvious? However, the teacher Aonoko I remember is a gentle, beautiful and considerate... little young woman.

Shouldn't Haruhi be left alone and tortured for such a trivial matter?

Just when he was about to say something and hide it, Aonanoko suddenly spoke,

"So, the teacher must have just translated something wrong, right?"

"No, why do you think so?"

Suddenly, Aonanoko became a little embarrassed, but she still opened her mouth and told the reason,

"If only Kasuga-san is passing the note, it should be fine, but Chiba-san is also passing it on, so it must be the teacher's fault, right..."

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Have been offended.