Peach Blossom Debt

He squatted down in the grass on one side of the library.

As far as the eye can see...

A white handkerchief fell into the grass.

The corners of her lips curled up, she rubbed her fingers, and picked up the corner of the handkerchief.

There are patterns, it should be for girls.

"Hmm..." She raised her eyebrows and murmured slightly, "It's not a ghost story." Her tone seemed to be a bit—regret? !

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Watanabe Yumi, who had been ignored for a long time, said from the other end.

Bei Guran stuffed the white handkerchief into his pocket, looked around, didn't notice the figure, and walked straight out of the school gate.

From a distance, she saw a man with long blue hair coming out of the teaching building, and then got into a high-end private car.

Bei Guran was slightly taken aback, and raised his brows, as if he had discovered something interesting.She took a few quick steps, as if trying to catch up with that person, but the car quickly started and drove away.All she could see was the license plate number on the back.

Is that person... the owner of the shop?Bei Guran was thoughtful.

Long blue hair, short stature...

"Hey, hello, Bei Guran, don't you keep pretending that I don't exist, okay?" Yumi Watanabe on the other end of the phone called, "Just pretend that I don't exist at home, I'm here with you Call, hello!"

"Watanabe Yumi, you are very noisy." Bei Guran moved the phone a little farther away.

"I speak in decibels of a normal person's voice." Watanabe said seriously.

"My ears are less resistant than normal people." Bei Guran also said seriously.

"..." Watanabe Yumi seemed to be choked, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Watanabe Yumi, how long have you known the owner." Bei Guran walked slowly to the school gate, looked in the direction of the high-end private car just now, of course - didn't see the car, but she saw it A bus passed by.

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows.

She is very familiar with that bus, to be precise, she has often taken it recently.

The bus that passed by Heidei Gakuen and the Tokyo Affiliated Hospital along the way.

The corners of her lips curled into a very shallow arc, and she whispered, "It seems that I will know some answers."

"...What?" Watanabe couldn't hear her whisper to himself, so he could only ask.

"I asked how long you have known the owner." Bei Guran walked towards the station and repeated the previous question.

"Hmm... You said me and Waka." Watanabe Yumi seemed to be thinking back, "It's been many years, and I was still very young, elementary school students, I met in Kyoto at that time, in order to grab a limited edition doll."

"Then, before you came to Tokyo this time, you haven't seen each other for a long time." Bei Guran asked again.

"Since Ruo came to Tokyo three years ago, I haven't seen each other very often, and sometimes I go back to Kyoto during the Chinese New Year." Watanabe Yumi said.

"..." Bei Guran was silent for a while.

"Suddenly curious about Ruo's matter, why, what do you want to analyze." Watanabe Arimi's voice was slightly provoked.

"The owner is as old as you." Bei Guran said a declarative sentence.

"Yes, I can't tell. If I look at it, I feel like a primary school student, not like a third grader in junior high school. If I haven't grown up since a long time ago." Watanabe Yumi said with a smile, it sounds like The mood is relaxed and lazy.

Bei Guran got on the bus and put in a coin, "You sometimes look like an old man."

"..." Yumi Watanabe was speechless for a long while, and then said silently, "It's the effect of disguise, you clearly know it."

Bei Guran looked at the cars on the road with his mobile phone in his hand, "This proves that you have the talent to pretend to be old."

"..." Watanabe was silently choked.

Tokyo Hospital Station.

Bei Guran got out of the car, and saw the black luxury private car in the hospital without accident.

The license plate number is indeed what I saw just now.

There seemed to be a smile on her lips.

It has to be said that sometimes intuition is indeed a very useful thing, especially when her skill is called an accurate and unmistakable magic skill, it is even more useful.

"I have something to do, so I'll hang up first." Bei Guran hung up the phone without waiting for Watanabe to react.

"Hello - hello -" Arimi Watanabe's ending was cut off on the phone.

Bei Guran walked towards the hospital, but it was not the hospital building, but the lawn in the hospital.

Rarely, the petite girls with long blue hair didn't wear skirts, let alone maid outfits, but ordinary black sweatshirts, and they were men's.

She was sitting on the lawn with a big grin, her long hair was loose, and the corners of her lips were curved, like a cat's mouth.

And the person she was looking at—the girl sitting in a wheelchair with her head tilted and smiling seemed to be talking to her, her long warm orange hair fluttered in the breeze, slightly curled, with an extremely soft texture.

There was no surprise on Bei Guran's face, and the phone in his hand vibrated again.

It was Yumi Watanabe.

As soon as she answered the call, she moved the phone far away, and covered her ear with the other hand.

"Bei Guran! You hung up on me again!!!"

Bei Guran rubbed her ears indifferently, "Watanabe Yumi, what else do you have to say, don't waste my time, you are addicted to calling, and don't try to infect me." Her tone was flat, " The radiation is very strong, I don't like talking on the phone, Yumi Watanabe."

"Are you planning to drift away from the human way of life?" Watanabe Yumi said.

"I just choose a suitable, healthy and effective lifestyle." Bei Guran said, "The point is, Yumi Watanabe." She stifled this possibility before Yumi Watanabe planned to make a long speech.

"..." Yumi Watanabe paused for a second, "The point is, will you come back for dinner today or not?"

"..." Bei Guran blinked.

"It's already 05:30 in the afternoon, and the sun can't even be seen! If you don't come back, I'll order takeaway!" Yumi Watanabe said after taking a deep breath.

"Don't ruin my exquisite life with takeout, you can't afford it," Bei Guran said.

"I understand, why you have a very unusual relationship with Atobe Keigo." Watanabe Yumi said suddenly.

"Huh?" Bei Guran was puzzled.

"If you can't find a boyfriend in the future, go and chase after Keigo Abe." Watanabe Yumi said seriously.

"Are you telling a bad joke?" Bei Guran said.

"I am sincerely suggesting." Watanabe Yumi said.

"Your suggestion doesn't have the slightest constructive opinion." Bei Guran looked at the two girls sitting and chatting on the other side of the lawn, with a thoughtful expression, but he answered the words without pausing.

"Then say something constructive." Watanabe said casually.

"Did you know that Qian Yuqian is Qian Yushang?" Bei Guran asked abruptly.

"The same person?" Watanabe Yumi asked almost subconsciously, and then he realized, "Bei Guran, you did it on purpose."

"Yes." Bei Guran replied calmly.

"..." Watanabe has been defeated countless times by her brazenness.

"Watanabe Yumi, you don't know how to hack technology, and you didn't find the information on Tokyo yourself." Bei Guran turned around and walked out of the hospital with a very firm tone.

"Huh?" Watanabe replied, "How did you guess it? You didn't notice it before."

"The person who helps you is the owner." Bei Guran stood at the station and looked at the station sign.

"What did you find?" Arimi Watanabe's voice sounded quite surprised.

"You don't know Qian Yushang is Qian Yushang, so you only told me that Qian Yushen was transferred to the Tokyo Affiliated Hospital, but you didn't tell me that I should look for Qian Yushang instead of Qian Yushang." Bei Guran put one hand in his pocket, his tone was shallow Dan, "You won't tell me false information, which proves that you believe in your intelligence source, and the concealment of intelligence is the source of the problem, that is to say, it was not you who checked it."

"..." Yumi Watanabe laughed lowly after a while, "It's all right."

"As for why it's the shop owner, because you once asked her to check on me." Bei Guran waited for the bus she was going to take, and got on the bus unhurriedly.Apart from the driver and Bei Guran, there was only one teenager who was clearly asleep in the car.

She continued: "Also, you rarely meet the owner, so you don't know, the owner knows Qian Yushang."

"..." Watanabe Yumi seemed to be taken aback, but did not speak.

After a long while, he said slowly: "This is not surprising. Ruo's family has a prominent family background and a long history. Compared with the Asaba family, it is not inferior. It is a very famous noble family in Kyoto."

"Do what you want, open a store, buy limited edition items, and you can't afford it without money." Bei Guran's tone was a little cold.

"Bei Guran, you are rich too, don't act like you hate the rich." Watanabe Yumi said.

"I've never hated wealth, I like wealth." Bei Guran's tone was still indifferent, "Dinner tonight is up to you. I'll be there in 10 minutes. I hope I can have dinner by then."

"..." Watanabe Yumi took a deep breath, "Just wait for the takeaway!!!"

He snapped the phone off.

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, closed the phone unhurriedly, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Should she consider going to have dinner first before going back.

But this will cost extra.

Bei Guran clasped his chin with one finger, as if he was thinking seriously.

Without warning, she reached out and grabbed the back of the seat in front of her—as expected, the bus squeaked as it braked suddenly.

"Boom-"

It fell miserably.

Bei Guran made a silent comment in his heart, only to find that the boy who had rolled from the middle seat in the last row all the way to the edge of the driver's seat and fell to the ground looked up blankly, with sleepy eyes. , even a series of tumbling did not wake him up from his dark sleep.

At that moment, she thought of a certain cotton ball, and it was still orange.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, "Huh? Where is this?" The contents of the tennis bag fell down with the unzipped zipper.The young man looked around blankly—obviously very strange, and he didn't know if he was sleepy or just... a road idiot.

His short black hair is curly like kelp.

Bei Guran raised his eyes and glanced over. The boy was wearing a shirt and school uniform, rubbing his hair in a daze.

Then her eyes moved to the things all over the floor.

Game consoles, evaporatives, three pens tied up with rubber bands, small keys on poop-shaped keyrings—what looked like bicycle keys... and...

She picked up the dark tennis racket that had slid to her feet.

"Tokyo." She handed the tennis racket to the boy and said to the boy.

"Ah!" The boy exclaimed, "Thank you." He took the tennis racket and packed his things in a panic.

The next second, he suddenly raised his head and exclaimed, "Tokyo?!"

"This is Tokyo, and Kanagawa is the opposite direction." Bei Guran's tone was flat, and he was not affected by the boy at all.

The boy suddenly realized, "Is it the opposite direction!" Then he blinked and turned his head, "How do you know I'm going to Kanagawa?"

"The school uniform of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University." Bei Guran pointed to the school uniform he was wearing.

"Oh." The boy nodded suddenly again, "Anyway, thanks!" He grabbed the tennis bag and got out of the car quickly, and at the same time waved to her to thank her.

Bei Guran stared at the tennis bag for a long time, "Kirhara Chiya." She read out the Roman accent on the tennis bag, "This world is really full of tennis balls." Bei Guran paused for a long time before speaking on his own He said to himself, "But my level of exercise is below the average level of ordinary people. Is it possible that I am leaving youth and becoming old here..." Bei Guran didn't finish his words, but his expression paused.

Because she suddenly realized that the young man was just so generous——going in the wrong direction.

She remembered that she said the opposite direction...just go to the opposite station and take a bus...

For a moment, Bei Guran thought that he had spoken the wrong route.

And almost convinced of it...

"..." Bei Guran stared at it for a while, then turned his head indifferently.

A creature like Lu Chi cannot be saved by ordinary people.

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter [-]

Ice Emperor Gakuen, a private noble academy in Tokyo.

It has a huge faculty, high-end teaching equipment, an excellent student canteen, an absolute strength system, multiple-choice subject learning, numerous campus clubs, and a strong support team.

Among them, Bei Guran was most satisfied with the student cafeteria.

Secondly, what Bei Guran ignored the most was the support group.

Of course, she couldn't ignore the two forms in front of her.

Elective course filling form and community registration form.

It is understandable for her to choose a new elective course in the third year of junior high school, but why is there a club registration form?

Bei Guran held his chin with one hand, and looked at the two forms with the other hand.Having said that, the monitor of their third-year Class E was really conscientious, and was willing to send her the form even though she didn't even meet the monitor—she just left before leaving school The classroom went to solve the physiological crisis, and when he came back, he saw two forms.

You must know that she is an existence ignored by the entire E class.

It is also a kind of courage to put the form on her desk while everyone is away.

Consider applauding the monitor in charge.

"Sports clubs are inappropriate, all are omitted. Cultural clubs include literature and art clubs, English research clubs, linguistics clubs, mathematics research clubs, physics clubs, chemistry clubs, fine arts clubs, choirs, brass band clubs, computer clubs, astronomy clubs, and broadcasting clubs , model club, shogi club, go club..." Bei Guran thought while silently reaching out for a bottle of water, took a sip of water, and rolled his eyes, "Modern Drama Research Club, Photography Club, Calligraphy Club, Cooking club, tea ceremony club, news agency, drama club.”

Bei Guran rubbed her face with one hand, "Ice Emperor has too many clubs." She rarely looked disgusted, "If that's the case, why don't you set up a home club."

"Your thinking is no different from that of an old man who is about to become a monk." The voice as clear as running water said with a lazy smile.

"Then what should I think?" Bei Guran knew that Watanabe Yumi's expression was half lazy and half teasing without raising his head.

"Youth and vitality." Watanabe leaned against the door, "If you don't look at the sports club, you are already far away from normal teenagers. How did you pass the physical fitness test before?"

"It's enough to pass." Bei Guran said calmly, "Sufficient nutrition, normal life, good metabolism, enough to live for a long time."

Speaking of which, she suddenly raised her head and glanced at Yumi Watanabe, "You're still alive."

Watanabe rubbed his hair, "Why can't I live?"

"You used your real name when you infiltrated into Keigo Atobe's security team. It's the start of school. Didn't you get caught by Keigo Atobe?" Bei Guran said with raised eyebrows.

"It's good to keep a low profile." Watanabe Yumi spread his hands, "The start of school means that the student council president will be busy preparing for the opening ceremony, orientation meeting, handling of student files, and the annual school celebration." With a smile on his pretty face, It looks a little bad, "What's more, Keigo Atobe is still the head of the tennis department. For this year's tennis match, he still needs to spend time training after work and study."

"..." Bei Guran clipped the two forms into a book of suitable size and stuffed them into her backpack.

"He's a busy man." Watanabe said without coming to a conclusion.

Bei Guran glanced at him, "As long as he wants to, he won't run out of time, you underestimate Keigo Atobe."

Watanabe sighed, "Can't you not choke me once?"

"No." Bei Guran said seriously.

"..." Watanabe Yumi sighed again, and gave up arguing with her.

Even if the argument is won, so what, let alone——

He won't win anyway!

And it is possible to pay new debts. You must know that for more than a month, not only did he not pay off the debt he owed Bei Guran, but he also doubled it - he didn't even know how he owed so much money!In the final analysis, Bei Guran had too many fallacies. He was bombed many times, and his reason was completely blown away.

"I want to eat pasta tonight, please go out and turn right to buy ingredients." Bei Guran said suddenly.

Watanabe Yumi looked at the ceiling weakly, "I'll sprinkle some salt for you, and you can return the pasta, you don't ask too much! Eat mine, live in mine, and enslave me so confidently, it's really shameless I have seen such a shameless woman like you."

"You have rheumatism or your feet are stuck with super glue. If you have time to waste my time, it's better to find a way to pay off the debt earlier." Bei Guran said in a calm tone.

"..." Watanabe Yumi rubbed his hair, turned around and left without arguing with her.

Bei Guran rubbed his fingers, looking thoughtful.

It was only 3 minutes before Watanabe disappeared at the door of the classroom, when a footstep came from the corridor.

Bei Guran put the notebook, the required textbooks - of course, she is a good student who studies hard, no matter where she is - and the pencil case into the backpack, put the bag on her back, and turned around.

Keigo Atobe was standing at the back door of the classroom with his arms folded, "Are you watching the ghost story?"

"Come and see me if you have time, you are very busy, young master of the Human Resources Department." Almost at the same time, Bei Guran spoke.

They were all taken aback.

"I heard that there are seven mysteries in every school, so I came here to have a look." Bei Guran suddenly reacted and said.

"I am looking for you, why are you dissatisfied?" At the same time, the two voices overlapped.

The second time the two fell silent.

Bei Guran picked up the strange talk record that was left on the table, pulled his backpack and walked towards the door, "I'm just curious, Master Atobe. As far as I know, Master Atobe needs to prepare for the start of school, the orientation meeting, Student files, and school celebrations, there should be no time to find a little person who doesn't need to care."

"Oh?" Atobe Keigo tilted his head, his eyes drooping slightly. When both of them were standing, the height difference was especially obvious.

"Isn't it?" Bei Guran held the book and stopped in front of Atobe Keigo.

"There are indeed a lot of things to do, and I reminded me of one thing." Keigo Atobe narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of awe-inspiring sharpness, "Tell me, should I consider your suggestion?"

Bei Guran tilted his head, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Master Atobe is a person who will not be disturbed by other people's thoughts."

"This is natural." Keigo Atobe accepted it calmly.

"So, what made Master Atobe change his mind." Bei Guran stared at those phoenix eyes, as if to see something different from them.

"My uncle has never changed his mind." Keigo Atobe leaned against the door lightly, his voice and demeanor were extremely flamboyant.

"Then, is Master Atobe here to explain the final result of his consideration?" Bei Guran maintained a flat expression, as if the topic they were talking about had nothing to do with her.

Atobe Keigo took a piece of paper from his pocket—to be precise, a letter, and handed it to Bei Guran.

Bei Guran was slightly taken aback.

The white envelope is very clean—although normal people would think of love letters in this situation—of course, Bei Guran lacked this nerve in his mind, “Master Atobe, you must at least tell me who it is from.” The challenge letter. I never thought of accepting such a thing casually." She said calmly.

"My uncle brought it personally, do you have the guts not to accept it?" Although Keigo Atobe spoke coldly, the sharpness in his eyes was restrained, as if he was extremely appreciative.

"Don't fight meaningless wars, and don't fight unprepared wars." Bei Guran's eyes fell on the letter, and his tone was cold, "Even less wars where you don't know your opponent."

Atobe Keigo smiled, and turned the letter over, with the words "Challenge Letter" written on it.

"What if the challenge comes from my uncle?" he asked.

"Master Atobe was joking." Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged, "In terms of sports, I'm afraid that no one in Bingdi can compete with Master Atobe in tennis; in terms of grades, Master Atobe has always been excellent in his studies and is a decathlon; Work, the post of student council president, Hiroi has never had someone who is better than Master Atobe. Are you sure that Master Atobe's challenge letter is not specifically to show that the emperor's status is unshakable?"

"..." Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows, "I don't need to do this specially."

Because it is unshakable.

Bei Guran read such an answer from Keigo Atobe's face.

"Master Atobe, let me explain why this challenge letter was handed over by Master Atobe?" Bei Guran seemed to be a little tired from standing, and moved his feet on the spot, "I don't want to do it just because I let Master Atobe do it." I can’t get along in Ice Empress because of things like coolies.”

"If you cared about this kind of thing, you wouldn't kidnap me so carelessly." Keigo Atobe seemed to snort coldly, but his expression was not angry.

Bei Guran finally took the so-called challenge letter to read.

"Ice Emperor Academy's celebration plan and various arrangements." She read out the most important sentence excluding polite words and nonsense.

Bei Guran looked up at Atobe Keigo quite unexpectedly.

"The Hyotei school celebration in April, well done, you are the candidate for the vice president of the Hyotei Student Union." Keigo Atobe said unhurriedly.

"I believe Master Atobe knows the meaning of this thing." Bei Guran shook the paper in his hand at Atobe Jingwu, his tone not knowing whether to be indifferent or indifferent, "I am afraid that the cadres of the student union will not accept me. The planning proposal and work guidance of the candidate for the vice president of the student union who suddenly appeared."

This is not someone else's challenge to Bei Guran, but Bei Guran's challenge to the student union.

Keigo Atobe asked her to challenge the Hyotei Student Council—as a springboard for the position of vice president of the student council.

"This is your business." Keigo Atobe raised his chin slightly, and looked down at her, "The student union is a student representative, and it is also a student management department that concentrates the relationship between superiors, subordinates, classmates and colleagues. If you do If not, you can refuse."

"Young Master Atobe personally brought you a letter of challenge that you don't have the guts to refuse." Bei Guran's words seemed ironic, but his tone was extremely flat, just like eating and drinking tea.

"Really." Keigo Atobe stared into her eyes.

The eyes are too sharp, as if oppressing and penetrating all thoughts.

"My uncle thinks that you are more fearless. You have the courage to take a step forward and take a step back, no matter what time it is." His tone was light, with extreme confidence and pride, as if nothing could escape him Eyes, nothing can contradict his words.

Bei Guran was silent for a moment, then folded the letter.

"It seems that Master Atobe is going to stand by completely this time." She said indifferently.

"This is my uncle's Ice Emperor." Keigo Atobe said something of unknown meaning.

Bei Guran was silent again.

Keigo Atobe's Ice Emperor, he has enough control.

But does that mean he can do whatever he wants here, or does he not let anything go beyond his expectations?

"Master Atobe, do you have any other arrangements?" She lowered her gaze as if to avoid the eyes of Keigo Atobe.

"I don't think I need to remind you what the biggest association of Ice Emperor is." Keigo Atobe didn't care about her attitude, and turned his eyes to her seat.

"The Ice Emperor support group, of course." Bei Guran replied.

Immediately afterwards, she quickly glanced at Atobe Keigo again, and said: "Among them, the support group led by Master Atobe has the largest number, the best discipline, and a wealth of talents."

"It's good to understand clearly." Keigo Atobe reached out and brushed his forehead hair.

Bei Guran seemed to suddenly understand something, and looked up at Atobe Keigo again.

"That's right, I told all the presidents of the support group what the result of their discussion is, I don't need to say more." Jingwu Atobe crossed his arms and looked inexplicably like a villain who was finding fault.

Bei Guran was slightly taken aback.

Then her lips curled up into a smile.

Just like a villain, does this outstanding and proud young man acknowledge part of her abilities?

The two major forces of the Ice Emperor.

One is the student union led by Keigo Atobe, and the other is the support team of the ice Tei Tennis Club.

She provoked two forces at once.

Not to mention that school celebrations are basically planned one or two months in advance, that is, at the end of the last semester. If any link goes wrong, it may cause chain failure. A headache to exist.

That group of support groups must be talented, good-looking, capable, funded, and confident. They are a group of young masters and ladies who are not inferior to any association.

At the same time, the result of provoking at the same time is very likely to be unable to get along with Ice Empress.

You must know that Ice Emperor is most famous for the implementation of the strength system. No one can break the law of Ice Empress who respects the strong and the law of the jungle—this is the consensus of every Ice Empress student.

If you want to be better, you have to keep working hard and go up.

No matter what the scenery at the top is, you have to climb up to see it.

But the premise is that a Bingdi student has this desire in his heart, wanting to fight for it, to get better, to climb to the top.

But Keigo Atobe pushed her directly to the edge of the cliff with no way out, she would either kill her blood, or die in defeat, or succeed in success, or suffer a crushing defeat.

Her current state is at best not accepted by the majority, that is, a cold and violent exclusion method that ignores her existence.If it fails to cause such a big event——then the whole Ice Empress will know about the existence of this fringe character, and she is the worst example of a counterexample that turns into a laughing stock for coveting the position of the vice president of the Ice Empress Student Union.

Truth be told, she had little interest in being a conspicuous monkey.

She's not Keigo Atobe, she acts in a high-profile, arrogant and flamboyant manner—it's almost like the king of Monkey Mountain.

Well, she just thought of this word silently in her heart, and she won't really tell him.

Bei Guran put aside the gaze that fell on Atobe Keigo, to avoid revealing anything in his eyes that would make the proud young man in front of him angry.

Doesn't look like a good deal.

If she hadn't agreed to complete the other half of the deal that Watanabe hadn't proposed, she would have rejected what Keigo Atobe said on the spot.

She wasn't in the mood to do that much.

Thinking too much will give you a headache.

But... this is an opportunity...

Keigo Atobe deliberately pushed her into this situation not to embarrass her, rather, the vice president of the Hidei Student Union will inevitably face these two challenges. Active warfare is much better than passive, at least the former is confident and prepared.

And of course she likes to fight prepared wars.

Bei Guran's right fingertips subconsciously began to draw circles on the book she was holding in her left hand.

Atobe Keigo narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not interrupt her thinking.

"Then, I accept." Bei Guran put the letter into the book, and walked straight out the door without looking at Atobe Jingwu.

Atobe Keigo's eyes fell on Bei Guran's desk and chair at the back by the window, wondering what he was thinking about.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but some obscure emotions rolled in his eyes.

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter [-]

The vicious girl went out, and everyone retreated.

When Bei Guran opened the school shoe cabinet early in the morning and was buried by a pile of letters that looked like love letters, this was the first reaction in her mind.

There is a saying that the most ferocious thing in the world is not the minions of wild beasts, but scheming human beings.

At least Beast can't think of various talent shows to toss his limits.

Bei Guran dug himself out from a large pile of envelopes, and almost wondered if his shoe cabinet could hold so many letters because of a different space pocket.Of course, the above imagination is just a cold joke.

She shook her clothes and took out the letters she had put in her pockets.

Then her eyes turned around twice, and found what she needed in the corner, a broom and a dustpan—Bei Guran took the broom and started expressionlessly under the stunned expressions of some students who occasionally passed by. Sweep the floor, to be precise, sweep the letter.

Soon, all the letters of different sizes and colors but marked with one word were gathered together.

Bei Guran put the broom aside, squatted down, and seemed to be looking at the envelope on the ground very seriously.

Her fingertips flicked across the letters, she closed her eyes and grabbed a random one, opened her eyes and tilted her head, "The Archery Club."

The corners of Bei Guran's lips slightly raised a very shallow arc, smiling but not smiling, "Bow...?" After thinking for a while, she stuffed the challenge letter from the Archery Society into her pocket, and stretched out her hand to draw another one. , "Go Club."

"Equestrian Club." Bei Guran paused, staring at the word "Equestrian Club" for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something, and stuffed it into her pocket. Then her movements became faster, "Tea Ceremony Club, Calligraphy Club, art club, billiards club..." She tilted her head, "Is there such a club as billiards club... Bingdi is such a strange junior high school." He collected all the letters, as if he was going to throw the rest in the trash can in full view - and he did.

She was carrying a large pile of envelopes, and threw them all into the trash can, and there was a loud "boom", which made her blink, and stared at the trash can in bewilderment—such a loud sound?But she was distracted by something else.

On the floor, two letters fell by the side of the trash can.

One is a shogi club and the other is a model club.

Bei Guran raised her eyebrows, and said to herself: "Is this an extra subsidy?" She thought for a while, but instead of throwing away the two letters, she stuffed them into her pocket, and then walked slowly back to the shoe cabinet. He was slightly startled when he was about to take the indoor shoes out of the shoe cabinet.

"Oh, so the tennis club is here." She seemed to smile, and took out the tennis balls in the shoe cabinet, "Hmm..." She stood there for a long time, then suddenly turned around, "Just now, there were no tennis balls..."

The boy standing at the end has beautiful and glossy dark red short hair, a small cut, wearing gray and white sports short-sleeved shorts, and a sweatshirt. He holds a tennis racket on his shoulder with one hand, and lifts his chin slightly.But Bei Guran's first feeling was lightness, and that boy was as tall as her.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his face, he should have come back from morning exercise.

Xiang Riyue.

Bei Guran vaguely remembered that this boy with single eyelids was a student in Class C of the third year. It seemed to be the name, he was familiar with Akutagawa Jiro, and he was holding a tennis racket, so he should be a member of the tennis club.

In addition...

Bei Guran lowered his head and glanced at the yellow tennis ball.

The ball control ability is also very good, and the possibility of being selected is very high.

"What's the matter?" Bei Guran threw the tennis ball back to Xiang Riyueren who was slowly walking forward, and he caught it with a tennis racket.

Xiang Riyueren pursed his lips, looked at Bei Guran appreciatively, and finally just turned his head away, and said in a low voice and quickly: "I just want to remind you that there are a group of people behind you staring at you."

Bei Guran blinked.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Riyue had already passed her and walked towards the classroom.

Bei Guran tilted his head, not knowing whether it was an accident or something.

Are all the teenagers in the Ice Emperor Tennis Club so...frank and easy to get along with?

That's all for Jiro Akutagawa, he's sleepy, that's why he's as docile as a sheep, doing whatever he's asked to do.Xiang Riyue looked very proud, and he didn't seem like someone who would care about these things.

Hmm... surprisingly cute.

Bei Guran stroked his chin and thought for a while, before finding a satisfactory adjective.

Bei Guran is notorious in the Ice Emperor, and she is basically a vicious woman full of evil. Even Xiang Riyue himself may have doubts about Bei Guran—but even so, he still does what he thinks is right with a frank attitude. Whether it's a reminder or a conversation - Xiang Hiyue's world should be a very simple world.

That's why he can look at the world with such a candid eye, let alone speculate on others maliciously.

Really, very cute boy.

Bei Guran turned his head and saw that Xiang Riyue was nowhere to be seen, only the group he mentioned—the people staring at her.

"..." Bei Guran pulled the backpack strap, silently looking at the group of girls in Bingdi's school uniform.

"..." The group of girls also looked at her silently for an unknown how long.

There was an inexplicable dead silence all around.

Bei Guran saw someone walking towards the trash can where she had thrown the trash just now—the pile of letters, and suddenly realized that those girls were probably classmates from different clubs.

Moreover, they are still