The losers in daily youth have all become witches

Goto Ichiri covered his chest, feeling as if he had been hit hard.

Unfortunately, there is too much fat on the chest, and even if I cover it with my hands, it cannot warm my heart.

But she quickly recovered: "Then, what should I do..."

"so!"

Ijichi Hongxia grabbed the girl's shoulders and said to Goto Ichiri seriously, word by word, "Just go and give it to her! Pochi-chan is so cute, she'll definitely jump for joy when she receives the tickets from you! I promise!"

Chapter 353: The dessert shop that has not yet opened.

Diandu Dessert House.

"Ah sneeze——!"

"Are you catching a cold, boss?"

Kawahara Momoka asked while wiping the plates.

It was obvious that she was not particularly good at housework, and her movements were a bit clumsy, but after spending a whole day cleaning the store, she did achieve some results. The entire store did look a lot cleaner and brighter than before she left in the morning.

"No."

Li Mo twisted his nose and said warily: "I think it's possible that someone is saying bad things about me behind my back."

Since he got the [Candle], regardless of missing limbs, at least it was almost impossible for him to catch a cold or something with a clear definition like a disease.

"That shouldn't be the case. It's better to ask, Boss, do you still believe in such clichés?"

Kawahara Momoka teased Li Mo with interest: "This is different from the young people nowadays."

“Proverbs handed down from generation to generation may not be correct, but the passage of time is enough to make them mysterious.”

Li Mo said seriously: "Sometimes it is a good habit to have a little awe of the unknown."

"The store manager speaks like an old man."

"Granny, give me a cup of tea~"

"The old lady is going to play rock music, so please do as you please, old man."

"So you should have some respect for me! I'm your boss!"

Li Mo complained to the other party indignantly.

"Boss, if you want, I can get along with you the same way that ordinary people treat their superiors."

Momoka Kawahara said casually as she pulled out her Jipa from under the bar.

"Forget it then,"

Li Mo waved his hand. "I can't handle serious relationships. It's better to be casual... Ah, but when we open for business, you have to treat the customers well. You can't be so casual with me."

"Of course I did. After all, I got paid."

Kawahara Ki Momoka nodded as a matter of course.

"That's really realistic, you guy."

"If there's one thing I've learned during my time drifting in Tokyo, it's that a certain degree of realism can help you go further."

Kawahara Kimoka said in a somewhat erratic tone.

"A degree of reality?"

Li Mo was a little confused: "Why not be realistic?"

"If that were the case, I wouldn't have left my previous band."

Momoka Kawahara plucked the guitar strings and answered softly.

“It’s really complicated.”

Li Mo sighed.

“That’s what a band is.”

Kawahara Ki Momoka also showed an expression of emotion.

It seems that she has been through a lot.

Li Mo couldn't help but think of ending the band again. Although as an outsider, he didn't participate much in the affairs over there, but seeing Goto Ichiri and the other three constantly working hard through the ups and downs in order to officially perform on the stage, it was indeed quite hard.

And this is when the three of them are students and do not need to worry about basic living issues. If they want to continue on this path after graduation, they will probably need to work harder.

For a rock band to run, talent, luck and sweat are all essential.

"How was the bunny dango distribution at the shopping street today?"

Stopping thinking about these issues that might cause him to lose his hair, Li Mo asked Kawahara Momoka again.

"It's very popular, especially among children and women. It's sure to be a huge hit when it officially opens!"

Talking about this, Kawahara Kimoka's expression brightened a little: "Only the owner of the rice cake shop insisted that his rice cakes were not as good as his."

"That's good."

Li Mo nodded with satisfaction.

"Speaking of which, how are things going over there, boss?"

Kawahara Kimoka asked in return.

"Well, to put it simply..."

Li Mo touched his chin and turned to look at Kawahara Momoka who was staring at him: "You have to go to the school festival of Sobu High School in two days."

"what?"

Kawahara Ki Momoka looked confused.

"Can you drive?"

Li Mo ignored her and continued to ask questions.

"Yes, yes?"

"Why a question?"

Li Mo looked at her suspiciously.

"Well, I still have my driver's license..."

Kawahara Ki Momoka held her guitar and whispered, "Let me ask you first, is it an automatic transmission?"

“It’s a manual transmission.”

“Is that so… ahahaha.”

Kawahara Ki Momoka smiled dryly, with a 'spicy' expression on her face.

It seems that she is not very good at driving a manual transmission car.

However, Li Mo was not too worried. After all, if a car accident was about to happen, the flying car would definitely avoid it by itself.

"When the school festival comes, I'll prepare some snacks in advance and you can drive them to my class."

Li Mo said.

"Ah, I see!"

Kawahara Momoka immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. She smiled and approached Li Mo and said, "You kid, you want to show off in front of the beautiful female classmates, right~"

Li Mo glanced at her and moved his butt in disgust, "Miss Taoxiang, I am still your boss. If you continue to talk to me in this tone..."

"Eh, is my salary going to be deducted for this? Aren't you a bit too petty as a boss? You were the one who said we could be more casual with each other~"

Kawaraki Momoka protested.

"Of course my salary won't be deducted. After all, you haven't officially started working yet, so there's no salary to deduct."

Li Mo smiled harmlessly: "But starting tomorrow, I will pour all the stuffing in your work meal over turkey noodle sauce."

"Stop it! You're worse than putting pineapple on an Italian pizza!"

Kawaraki Momoka was shocked.

"The drink will also be replaced with mapo tofu juice."

"It's too much of a strain on my stomach! Mainly on my lower half!"

"I'll also replace your shichimi with regular chili powder when eating natto!"

Li Mo said with a strange laugh.

"Ah, that doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?!"

"Because I don't eat natto very often."

"Damn it, those damn Hokkaido people!"

"There are people in Hokkaido who like to eat natto too. No regional attacks, please!"

After continuing to quarrel for a while, Li Mo told Kawahara Momoka about the things to pay attention to on the day of the school festival, then stood up.

"Are you leaving?"

Kawahara Kimoka asked.

"Well, I'm a little worried about whether another drunk will mess up the house..."

Li Mo nodded.

"Really? That's a pity."

"What regret?"

"I originally wanted to let the store manager listen to my music. After all, didn't I say I could play and sing in the store later?"

Kawaraki Momoka said.

"That's it,"

Upon hearing this, Li Mo put down his schoolbag and sat back on the sofa in the booth: "I still have half a cup of coffee left, so let me listen."

In the unopened dessert shop, the song of 'Empty Box' began to rise, gradually and melodiously circling upwards, and finally dissipating in the cool night air like night dew...

Chapter 354: Mission accomplished?

Unlike the Founder's Festival, as a large-scale event in which the entire school will participate, although there is still some time before the school festival, one can already feel the restless atmosphere in the air, as if a festival is about to begin.

Some classes with strong initiative have even started preliminary decoration of the classrooms.

Li Mo walked in the club building.

The campus, bathed in sunlight during the day, seemed to be covered by a golden filter. The midday sun shone through the windows onto the wrinkled posters on the bulletin board. Outside the window, a somewhat sultry wind, heralding the arrival of summer, blew through the courtyard, and the leaves rustled like gold foil.

From deep in the corridor came the muffled sound of the handicraft department nailing display racks. Every hammer strike made the ribbons hanging in the ceiling tremble slightly. Compared to the teaching building, the club building was obviously more competitive during the school festival.

At this time, paint that had not yet dried could be seen everywhere in the corridor. Warnings and rectification letters from the Student Union were floating in the draft like out-of-season snowflakes. No one knew which daring club had thrown them out like garbage.

Not far away, from the classroom that usually holds home economics classes and serves as the cooking club's activity room during spare time, the aroma of caramel and white miso wafts out. I can't tell whether they're practicing making takoyaki or okonomiyaki. The sauces here in Neon all smell pretty much the same, and it's hard to tell the difference unless you're an expert.

Li Mo glanced out the window. The beech trees in the courtyard were covered with cheap windproof lanterns. The unhidden electrical wires were visible among the fallen leaves, like dying plastic snakes.

The paint footprints left by the Art Department on the lawn meandered to the back door of the gymnasium, where the piles of cardboard boxes exuded the sweet smell of carbonated drinks, giving people a sense of déjà vu of the Founder's Festival - Li Mo and his colleagues had done something similar in preparation for the Founder's Festival.

He withdrew his gaze from the distance and was about to go to the service club activity room to have lunch, when he saw Yanami Kyouna with red bean paste on the corner of her mouth turning out from the corner in front of him.

"Asakura-kun!"

The girl shouted solemnly.

"what?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

The girl's uniform tie had dark edges soaked with sweat, and the pleats of her skirt, where her knuckles pressed against them, were rippling with fine lines. It was obvious that her emotions were being violently stirred.

Her drooping bangs cast a jagged shadow on the bridge of her nose, and her long eyelashes were like little brushes, trembling slightly in the early summer sun.

Suddenly, the girl raised her little face and looked at Li Mo. Her blue eyes were soaked with nervousness and turned into the color of the sea.