Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xiangzi's business suddenly picked up. The small shovel covered with oil in his hand flew up and down. Su Shi had a hard time giving the change, and her own money and Xiangzi's money were mixed together.

"Saki-chan, are you still busy?" While giving change, Sushi leaned close to Xiangzi and asked quietly. "Actually, I've learned a little bit about making tamagoyaki. Saki-chan, take a break for a while."

"No need to. I'm actually kind of enjoying it."

Xiangzi is worthy of being a new proletariat eliminated by the Matthew effect. His focused eyes and energetic appearance have an invisible attraction, the kind of attraction that would be praised by Chinese parents as "virtuous and capable".

"Well, Saki-chan, what are all these students doing in the auditorium?"

"Oh, according to the procedure, the end-of-term mobilization meeting should be about to start at this time, right?" Xiangzi packed a bowl of fried noodles and handed it to the customer, then wiped the sweat off his face with the towel draped over his shoulders.

"We have an exam tomorrow, so there's definitely going to be a pep rally or something to get everyone motivated, right? As usual, there's also going to be some shows we can watch—ah!"

"Eh? What's wrong, Saki-chan? Did something happen?"

When Su Shi heard Xiangzi's exaggerated and annoyed cry, she thought that the small gas stove had exploded and hurt Xiangzi, and she looked around at Xiangzi in panic.

"Oh, Sushi, let go! I'm not hurt. I just suddenly remembered that the doctor and Deng are about to go on stage to perform."

Turning his head to look at his stall and the still surging crowd, then turning his head to look at the auditorium where people were constantly coming and going, Xiangzi was caught in a dilemma.

"So what are you waiting for, Saki-chan, let's go check it out together!"

"Eh? But my business..."

Su Shi thought for a while, then took out a small stack of oversized banknotes from the gap between her underwear and school uniform, and pulled out several of them. A total of 80,000 yen was slapped into the hand of Xiangzi, who looked stunned.

"Saki-chan, I bought your stall. Now we can go to the doctor and their performance together, right?"

That's great, Su Shi. When the day comes that I, Toyokawa Shoko, lead the masses to liberate the world, for the sake of our friendship, I will hang you on the street lamp one last time.

……

Kashiwa Sanhui had already gone to the bathroom to change into a black tuxedo, and then asked a female teacher to put on some foundation for him. At this moment, he was leaning against the wall anxiously listening to the principal's wife's speech.

At the same time, waiting were the four neatly dressed little ones and Aine, who was wearing Kashiwa Miki's black short suit.

In fact, Aine’s performance costume was also custom-made. It was the same white evening gown as the other four girls, with a bralette in the color of their choice.

But perhaps because she was hurt by what Kashiwa Sanki said that day, "It conforms to fluid mechanics", Aine strongly requested Kashiwa Sanki to bring her a set of clothes that would fit her and not affect her figure.

"I'm sorry...just now, I couldn't reach...the zipper on the back of my skirt."

Deng finally arrived after a long absence. She looked like a princess in a beige evening dress and white over-the-knee socks. However, she did not wear matching high heels. I guess Deng was not used to wearing such things.

"…I'm sorry, doctor, I don't know how to wear those shoes."

Seeing that Kashiwa Sanhui and Xieliang were staring at the instep of his feet that was faintly visible through his white socks, Deng said a little embarrassedly.

"Then can you at least wear shoes? Look at the soles of your feet, they're all dirty."

"Woo..."

Oh, forget it, it’s just a cute little lamp after all.

"Does everyone remember what to do?" Kashiwa Sanhui turned around and gave a pre-war mobilization to the girls who were preparing to go on stage.

"Remember!"

"Have all the instruments been tuned?"

"Everything is debugged!"

"Okay, then let's all work hard together and give our best!"

To be honest, it has been several years since Kashiwa Sanhui performed in front of so many audiences. The last time was at the school anniversary party during his junior year in his previous life. He devoted his life to the piano for ten credits.

I'm a little nervous. I don't know how the audience will react later.

Kashiwa Sanhui was waiting excitedly and nervously for the principal's wife to finish her speech. It was time for the customary auspicious words at the end.

"I hope everyone can achieve excellent results in this semester's final exams and give a perfect answer to both themselves and their parents—"

"Excuse me, is Ms. Hachira here?"

Eh? The principal's wife's last name seems to be Hachira, right?

A sudden sound was heard, and the heavy door of the auditorium, which was originally half-closed, was kicked open. For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on the group of uninvited guests.

A group of old men hiding in the shadows beside the stage were accompanied by their English teacher and the director of the Academic Affairs Office. They were originally chatting and laughing, but after seeing this scene and seeing that the newcomer was wearing the taxation office uniform, the old men's faces turned sour.

Baihe Sanhui's eyesight was not particularly good, but he could recognize who the leader of the group was just by glancing at him from a distance.

That damn second generation guy is still chasing me!

The huge auditorium suddenly became quiet at this moment. The guy who had gained weight again found it difficult to even take a big step.

"I'm Yamayoshi Gashuin, the acting supervisor of the Tokyo Taxation Office's Execution Division. I have some tax-related matters and would like Ms. Hachira's cooperation."

The principal also did it. No wonder this old woman has done her best to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. How much debt does this woman owe to other units?

The principal's wife was sweating profusely. After a few seconds of hesitation, she regained her dignified demeanor, coughed a few times, and continued to speak politely.

"I won't go into further detail. Good luck on your exams, everyone. The Vice Principal will now preside over the assembly."

After putting down the microphone, the principal's wife walked off the stage with a somewhat unsteady step. She tried to remain calm but her legs were weak. Finally, she came in front of my monastery with a joking smile and a large group of people who were starting to take out seals and prepare for work.

"Didn't you say you'd pay it back in half a year?"

"Page by page, then I'm no different from any other supervisor."

My seminarian produced an absurdly long slip of paper with a hastily written opinion and the signature of only my seminarian.

The bag I carry in the monastery is bulging with such opinions.

"Due to your excessive tax arrears, this supervisor has decided to advance the repayment date to one month from now. Regulations require a brief valuation of the Hanegaoka Academy you mortgaged."

"Now, please come with us and do a detailed investigation of your personal property. At the same time, you must clear out this school within three days. I will send someone to seal it off, hehe."

"Ah? But the exams haven't started yet, and there's still a parents' meeting. Why don't you wait a minute, we can discuss it..."

The principal's wife was taken away, and my monastic brother, who had transformed himself into the acting supervisor, stood by the door of the auditorium, arrogantly surveying everything around him, like an emperor on a parade inspecting his territory.

What I just said to the monastery must have been heard by people nearby. A commotion and confusion spread in the audience. Whispers and boos began to drown out the confused look on the face of the old vice-president who was forced to take the position.

It's pitiful. The old man, who is almost 90 years old, originally just wanted to keep his title and earn some pension, but now he has to take the blame for the sustainability of the principal's wife.

"What should we do, doctor? The situation is getting a bit out of control now."

Liang easily sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere. Some people had already tried to leave, but were persuaded to go back by the teacher who was maintaining order.

"Tsk... I can't let everyone practice for a few days in vain, let's do it!"

Baihe Sanhui paced back and forth, thinking for a while, then made a decision with gritted teeth.

"Everyone, move all the instruments up there. Deng, help move the drum set!"

"I won't sing the first song later, let's go straight to the second one!"

The old men in the shadow of the stage were shaking their heads and preparing to leave. The director tried to stop them by persuasion, but he accidentally saw Kashiwa Sanhui who was directing everyone to move the musical instruments and a group of girls carrying things on their hands and shoulders.

For a moment, the scene was eerily silent. The hard-of-hearing vice-principal thought that his authority, which had not been used for many years, had finally been restored, and he spoke more excitedly.

Until the first guitar sound of Yili, who was carrying a McDonald's takeout paper bag, was heard, and at the same time, Deng's voice, which was a bit sexy and a bit crisp, was also heard.

[Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep]

[Dreaming about the things that we could be]

[But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard]

[Said no more counting dollars]

[We'll be counting stars]

(Original song: Counting Star)