Fujimasai: It's none other than you

09.

During my spare time, Bo Lingxuan received a call from the teacher. When I knew that the kabuki report needed to be checked and accepted, I almost said "Damn it".

Bai Lingxuan has been serious about writing that thing this month, and me, hiss... just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Bo Lingxuan looked at me worriedly, "Shuyu, do you want me to lend you the report? Anyway, there are still a few days before the acceptance..."

In a few days, make up a month's worth?

Let me die where I am!

Xunzi and Fujimasai walked over with the hail, and I took the strawberry shaved ice that Fujimasai handed me.

Fujimasai looked at the strange atmosphere between Bo Ling and me, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I just wanted to speak, but I took a deep breath and closed my mouth obediently, without explaining.

"Her kabuki practice observation report seems to be getting cold..." Bai Lingxuan took the shaved ice that Xunzi gave her and explained.

"Shall I help you?" Fujimasai said, looking at me with slender eyebrows.

I raised my eyebrows, "Huh?"

"I'm very familiar with Kabuki, you can ask me for reference when you want to write any report." Fujimasai raised his hand to smooth my collar, and smoothed the messy hair on my shoulders back, the movement was extremely natural.

I lowered my head and ate the shaved ice, not paying much attention to his movements. The sweet and sour taste of strawberries stimulated my taste buds, and the chilled cream made me calm down immediately.

Xunzi started to promote his brother from the side, "Yes, yes, my brother is amazing!"

Bai Lingxuan leaned into my ear and said to me, "Let's treat a living horse as a dead horse doctor!"

I:"……"

I think the report I wrote is okay, I should be able to read it...

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information:

—Do you want to go to the library tomorrow?

-Um?

—Let me give you some popular science about kabuki.

-OK!But are you okay tomorrow?

— There's a show tonight, no problem.

-good!See you tomorrow!

-OK, good night.

Fujimasai turned off the phone, took out chewing gum from his pocket, and stuffed one into his mouth.

Fujimasai leaned back on the chair, fiddling with the small box with his slender hands. He shook his hands, and the sound of the collision of shattered particles was much smaller than before.

Chewing gum, almost finished.

One of the most important things for him tomorrow is to ask what brand this chewing gum is. He doesn't believe it can't be bought in Japan.

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When does Fujimasai eat chewing gum?

Eat when you miss me.