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He pulled his baseball cap down low, the brim falling, and his eyes were obscured by shadows.

"This is a rule of the school, and there's nothing we can do about it."

It seemed to know the intentions of the beautiful young woman in front of it.

The student council director, who was standing nearby, then added a comment.

"Is this so..."

He murmured something under his breath.

Usami Mizuki pursed her pink lips slightly, then a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

Just as she was about to ask another question.

"Drip bell bell!"

"Sorry, I'm rude."

The vice president apologized briefly before answering the phone.

"Hmm, is that so..."

"Okay, I'll go back now."

After hanging up the phone, the vice president said to Tang Zejun in a deep voice.

"There are still some things to take care of for the cultural festival. The president is busy and asked us to go back and help."

"Well, I see."

After replying, Tang Zejun looked at the cute and innocent girl in front of him, suppressed his amazement and desire to strike up a conversation, and asked.

"Any question?"

"If not, please excuse us."

The words he was about to say stuck in his throat.

Usami Mizuki paused for a moment, then didn't ask any more questions, politely returning a smile.

"No, thank you for your answers."

He watched the two nod and leave.

Usami Mizuki stood silently for a while, a complex expression on her face, before finally stepping towards the stairwell.

'Never mind, it's probably true. Let's not ask anymore.'

'After buying the gifts, I'll try inviting Jiang Yuan over.'

I think I'm just worrying unnecessarily.

Usami Mizuki shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

As she went downstairs and turned the corner, her eyes seemed to unconsciously catch sight of something.

He was immediately stunned and stood there.

A tall, handsome young man with an extraordinary air flashed past her eyes.

Time seemed to slow down several times over at this moment.

She looked up from below.

The bright sunlight streaming in through the window cast a hazy glow, mingling shadows with light and shadow, and draping the boy in a soft, dreamlike light.

Short, choppy black hair swayed slightly, shimmering with light.

Even if it's just a side profile, no one would doubt her unparalleled beauty.

Usami Mizuki had never seen a boy whose flawless appearance could captivate her, and who also exuded a mature yet easygoing and composed aura.

They don't seem like students; they're more like adults who have experienced a lot.

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And it seems that the boy even glanced at me?

Still... surprised?

Usami Mizuki was both amazed and puzzled.

'It must be my imagination…'

She felt a strange sense of familiarity with the boy, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Was it just now?

While I was talking to the student council members, I do think I did notice someone watching me.

But Mizuki Usami was quite certain that she had no recollection of it.

If she had ever seen such a handsome and uniquely charming man, there was no reason for her to forget him.

"Oh, right, there are also gifts!"

After Jiang Yuan left.

Before she could think about it any further.

Usami Mizuki was slightly startled, but quickly came to her senses.

The selection of gifts wasn't quite enough; she still needed to buy more.

I can only imagine the president's resigned and utterly dejected look as he handed over his "nap allowance."

And at the entrance to the art club's event area, a few potential club candidates had already gathered.

.........

Usami Mizuki didn't dare to hesitate any longer and quickly set off.

I arrived too late; she wasn't there.

That useless, idiotic company president is probably going to mess things up again.

……

"Ah Qiu!"

Inside the Art Department.

I rubbed my sore nose.

At the long table temporarily borrowed from other clubs.

A disheveled man with a lazy demeanor looked around at the group of people, who seemed to think, "Why is it an old man? Where did the pretty girl go?"

He said helplessly, "I am the president of the art club. Member Usami has gone to buy gifts. I will now introduce the rules of the event."

Say it.

He scratched his head, looking distressed, making his already messy hair look even more like a bird's nest.

It seems that entertaining guests was a chore for him.

'Is this guy really the president of the art club...?'

'Are all art students like this?'

I was originally drawn here by the event and the pretty girls.

But then the beautiful female member suddenly had to leave.

All that was left was this listless, middle-aged company president.

Aren't you afraid of losing them?

Everyone present was male, and they were all quite interested in painting.

If it weren't for the fact that the event was quite interesting, and there were gifts and pretty girls to look at, I would have thought...

Who would want to hang out with a lazy, middle-aged man?

There's no market for "middle-aged men" anymore!

The president, who probably had a good idea of what was going on, didn't hesitate too much.

He said directly, "Let me make it clear first, I'm not an old man!"

"It's just that they're more mature as seniors."

"Now I'll explain the rules."

See this.

'... Aren't there rules for the signs at the entrance...?'

The boys were speechless as they complained.

'So this is your senior...'

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'I never knew there was an Art Club in this world.'

It's not far from the entrance of the art department.

Thinking about the bob-haired girl I had just met, and the lazy president of the art club.

Jiang Yuan felt a surge of emotion.

That girl from before must have been Usami Mizuki.

As for those two delinquent-looking men?

Jiang Yuan was curious, but not much.

She's not a pretty girl.

Will there still be people like Hirano, Kasumi, and Megumi in this world?

Thinking back to a certain novel by Lu Xun in my previous life, there were always a few hardworking girls who appeared in any crossover anime world.

Jiang Yuan couldn't hide his curiosity.

Although he's called a model worker, he actually has high expectations.

After all, who could resist Nyano, Kasumi, and Megumi on July 17th?

Can you?

Anyway, Jiang Yuan asked himself honestly, and he couldn't believe it.

After all, he's a pervert!! (Proudly shouts) ……

Tokyo.

Toyosaki High School.

Class 3-C, back row of the classroom.

"...?"

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed reluctant to leave, completely captivated by it.

The camera zooms in.

He was lying on his desk.

Her long, smooth black hair, like cascading ink, covered her exquisite and graceful figure and her incredibly proud and heavy breasts.

From within the white lotus root, like a deep, intoxicating red wine, a wine-red glass gem slowly opens.

She blinked sleepily, mumbled something in her sleep, and then slowly drifted off to sleep again.