Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

"Deng, are you there, Deng?"

Gently pushing open the half-closed iron door of the rooftop, a strong breeze mixed with the scent of lilac blew onto Baihe Sanhui's face, and his messy hair was blown to the side.

The sun is shining and the sky is cloudless, which is the long-lost summer atmosphere this year.

Deng was wearing a white ghost costume. The girl's slim figure was highlighted by the tight belt. Her slender fingers were hidden in the wide sleeves of the robe. She also wore a triangular headdress with the characteristics of a neon ghost on her head. She was leaning on a bench in the corner of the rooftop, and her two bare feet were dangling weakly in the air.

When he heard Baihe Sanhui's voice, a hint of light flashed in Deng's lonely eyes, and then quickly fell silent.

"What's wrong, Deng? Are you unhappy?"

Kashiwa Sanhui unpacked two lollipops, holding the pineapple one in his mouth and the orange one close to Deng's mouth. "Have a candy. Only people who are close to me can have this."

"Hmm..." Deng hesitated for a moment, then opened her cherry-like mouth and gently bit the candy with her teeth.

Although Deng was still in a very low mood, the action of eating candy at least showed that Deng was willing to communicate with him.

"Doctor, am I terrible?" Emo Xiaodeng spoke incoherently, and the lollipop stick in his mouth kept moving.

"What's wrong with Deng?" Baihe Sanhui did not rush to comfort Deng, but threw the question back, waiting for Deng to tell him the reason for his bad mood.

“It’s terrible everywhere.”

It was as if a hole had been blown in the dam, and the lamp began to pour out the negative emotions of the past few days.

"The doctor was obviously looking forward to my performance. My English is not good, I always forget the words, I can't compare to Kita-san, and my harmony is always wrong, which is a waste of everyone's time."

At least she's better than Liang. I asked her to play the bass and sing harmony and she charged me extra money. Xiangzi and Hongxia are not here, so there is no one to take care of her.

"When I was trying on clothes yesterday, I couldn't find the right size. I had to trouble the doctor to measure my size and cut the clothes for me. It caused a lot of trouble for everyone."

Ah, that, actually I underestimated Deng's figure when I ordered the clothes. Also, it would be more appropriate to say that it's a reward rather than a bother to me.

"I told Su Shi I was coming over at 11 o'clock last night, but Su Shi didn't reply for three hours. She must hate me too, right?"

Eleven o'clock, high school students should go to bed at ten o'clock, right? This wave really has something wrong with the lights.

Also, if the lamp was replaced by someone else, there would probably be a response immediately, and that person would probably skip the final exam to watch the lamp perform on stage.

"And today, I couldn't even act like a ghost..."

Deng quietly stretched out two little fingers and held Baihe Sanhui's sleeves, looking at Baihe Sanhui with pitiful eyes.

"Doctor, am I useless?"

“——Puff, hahahaha…”

As expected, the doctor also thinks I'm funny, right? Deng's eyes, which had been somewhat bright, dimmed a little.

"I say--" Kashiwa Sanhui touched Deng's smooth hair hard, and the originally neatly groomed short gray hair suddenly became messy.

"Um... Doctor, my hair is all messed up."

"The lamp is so cute like this!"

Cute or something...

Deng's face suddenly turned a little red.

"It's always like this when we first start training. Deng can't deny his performance of the entire song just because he didn't handle the first two sentences well, right?"

"Isn't it bad practice or anything? Deng clearly sang the lyrics completely, which is obviously pretty good, I think."

"The clothes weren't ordered by the lights, were they? It was just a minor accident. If you have to say it's someone's fault, it must be mine."

"Is Deng trying hard? Is he practicing as hard as he can?"

Deng tilted his head and thought for a while, then responded quite seriously: "Yes, I am serious and work hard, but..."

"That's enough. As long as you work hard, the lighting level will be the best, as will your singing and your work in the class."

Baihe Sanhui rubbed Deng's chubby face again, causing Deng to make some rather meaningless noises, until Deng poked Baihe Sanhui's shoulder quite hard before letting go.

"Deng, go back and rest for a while. We'll be getting ready to go on stage this afternoon. Change your clothes, everyone's waiting for you~"

Looking at Baihe Sanhui who was shrinking his body and leaving the iron gate of the rooftop, Deng touched his red cheek and said something inaudibly.

"Well, I'll try my best."

……

Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty. Let us turn our attention back to the stall owner Xiao Xiang with a twisted expression and the eldest daughter Su Shi who works as a cashier quite naturally.

We need to say that Xiangzi's stall was not arranged within the class, but was a venue arranged by Xiangzi himself, with the raw materials prepared by himself. He is a self-employed industrial and commercial individual business owner.

It is hard to imagine that Xiangzi learned how to make tamagoyaki, takoyaki, wontons, fried noodles and other market snacks in just a few days.

Maybe Xiangzi actually learned more, but he didn't set up a stall to sell it because the space was too small or the cost was too high.

At four o'clock this morning, Xiangzi, who was full of energy and wanted to make a fortune, and Li Xiao, who was woken up by Xiangzi and was a little confused, started to prepare egg liquid, knead dough and roll wonton wrappers, stir-fry sauces and so on. At seven o'clock, with the help of the shop assistant, they went to the school to set up the stall. They basically made back their money before ten o'clock just by selling fried noodles for breakfast.

A bright future and super expensive advanced electronic synthesizers seemed to be beckoning to Xiangzi.

But like all self-employed people in Neon, Xiangzi, who did not report in advance, was exploited by the school management and the student union.

For example, because it was not a class activity, the student union asked Xiangzi to pay a stall fee first. Xiangzi thought it was only a few thousand yen, so he just paid it.

Immediately following this, the Dean of Academic Affairs came to question him. Unable to obtain any proof from the Student Union that he had paid the stall fee, Xiangzi had no choice but to move his stall from the sports field to the less crowded teaching area.

Then Xiangzi, the student union member in charge of the teaching area, went through the same process.

Although Xiangzi was very angry, there was nothing he could do as they were just following the rules.

Just as Xiangzi was about to pay the money in a rather cowardly manner, Su Shi, wearing the Tsuki no Mori school uniform, walked up to him with a confident step and started talking happily.

Student Union: Oo?

"Eh? Is that Xiangzi's stall? Actually, Xiangzi accepted a commission from the Tsuki no Mori Student Council to set up a stall specifically to provide discounted lunches for the students of Tsuki no Mori. He just doesn't mind doing everyone's business, that's all."

Looking at Su Shi's gentle smile that was full of self-assured confidence, the students in the Student Union were too embarrassed to say anything.

"...Thank you, Sushi." Xiangzi's expression was a little unnatural, but he still made a large portion of tamagoyaki for Sushi and handed it to her solemnly with both hands. "Thank you for helping me out. I'll treat you to lunch."

Although he didn't like eggs, which had a slightly fishy smell, Su Shi was flattered and started eating them.

Xiangzi’s cooking skills are actually quite average, but since it was made by Xiangzi himself, of course he had to enjoy the food as if it were a banquet.

"Mmm... delicious! Saki-chan's cooking is amazing!"

Finally, I can finally say this name again! And judging from Xiangzi's expression, he doesn't seem to be disgusted at all!

Let’s take this opportunity to normalize Saki-chan and throw the name “Xiangzi” into the dustbin of history!

"Saki-chan, let me help you with the cashier, this way we can save a lot of trouble!"

Xiangzi was a little conflicted. He felt uncomfortable staying with Su Shi, but this way he could continue to run his business peacefully and earn money to buy a synthesizer. If he declined Su Shi's offer, maybe the next group of bandits who were more ferocious than soldiers and more ferocious than harvesters would come to disturb him again.

...Just bear with it, making money is not shameful.

When they took a short break at noon, Su Shi secretly mixed his own money and handed a large stack of money as thick as his palm to Xiangzi.

Looking at the at least 50,000 or 60,000 yen in his hand, and then looking at the half of the raw materials left, Xiangzi squatted beside the flower bed, and while eating, he checked the accounts in his mind.

Is my business that good today?