The girl under the cherry blossoms, her smile is like a flower

Qing Gongfeng withdrew his hand. He touched his head for a short time, probably only ten seconds.

But in just ten seconds, his orange cat friend dropped another place in the head-touching competition.

Of course, if your orange cat friend can become a cat girl, your ranking might be even higher.

But judging from the current situation, it is already a complete countdown, although there are only a few creatures in this ranking.

Even the head of Miss Orange Cat, who had just experienced it yesterday, was ranked on top.

Um? Miss Orange Cat?

Qing Gongfeng turned his gaze to the side, but when he saw Ye Yue's red face and mosquito-repellent eyes, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What I touched just now was the head of Mr. Hazuki, why did Hazuki-san blush?

She would blush when she saw others touching her head. Qing Gongfeng remembered that Hazuki Yuka's lower limit of shame was not that low.

"Hazuki-san? Hazuki-san?"

Qing Gongfeng tried to wake up Hazuki Yuka by waving in front of her, but it was in vain, and Hazuki Yuka was still immersed in her own world.

After having his head touched, Chiyo Hanashan also lowered his head and remained silent. For a moment, the tea club fell into an unparalleled silence, and even the frequent sound of turning books disappeared.

"..."

what is this?

Qing Gongfeng looked at the hand that he had touched Chiyo Hanashanyin. He suspected that his hand was a time-stop switch. As long as he touched the head of a beautiful girl, it would activate.

It's really gratifying, congratulations, congratulations.

Hmm...probably?

Qing Gongfeng picked up the hot tea and returned to his seat. Although it took a while, the tea had not cooled down and was still a little hot.

After blowing two breaths, Qing Gongfeng took a small sip, and the fragrance as always filled his lips and teeth instantly, as if he felt a little better.

If possible, even if the end of the world comes one day, Qing Gongfeng would also like to have a cup of tea from the minister. By the way, it would be better if Meng Po soup could be replaced with tea from the minister.

Eh?

Po Meng seems to have no control over Neon. Tsk, miscalculation.

There are still two ten minutes left for lunch break.

Qing Gongfeng drank tea and tapped his index finger rhythmically on the table. "La Traviata" had been spread out, but his attention was not on the book at all.

The completion rate of the wall-breaking task increased by ten percent, which Qing Gongfeng did not expect, but it also confirmed his conjecture on the one hand.

The matter of time resetting is related to Qingshui Mio. She has indeed forgotten a memory, but Qingshui Mio still remembers it, but she cannot tell it for some reasons.

And every time the node is reset, the mysterious whispers will corrode one's spirit, and the amulet can resist this erosion. But now that the amulet's power is no longer there, he has to rely on his spirit to resist.

But this kind of resistance is limited after all, and Qing Gongfeng cannot guarantee that every time he faces erosion, he can stand up and laugh three times like the last time.

In other words, under normal circumstances, he would definitely forget Mio Shimizu again.

And it’s the kind of forgetfulness that can never be remembered again.

This may also be the effect that the mysterious existence wants.

But he worked so hard to reset time and lower his murmurs just so that he could forget about Shimizu Mio?

With such great ability, he could just kill himself with a thunderbolt, so why bother?

What also puzzled Qing Gongfeng was that if things were really as he suspected, what role did Chiyo Hanazhanin play in it.

Why is she not affected by the time reset? Could it be that the guy in the system really opened a trumpet?

No, judging from the current development situation, my system is probably a trumpet.

Ask his old friend sometime and let him log in remotely.

Unknowingly, Qing Gongfeng's thoughts drifted away again.

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Inside the quiet tea club.

The lunch break has ended and the two club members have left the club. At this time, only Chiyo Hanashanin is left in the club room.

"doki doki?"

Hanayamain Chiyo seemed to be talking to herself.

She put her hand on her chest, as if feeling the beating of her heart at that moment.

However, due to the heavy obstruction in front of his heart, Chiyo Hanazhanin could only put some more force on his hands before he could feel the beating.

"Useless place..."

Chiyo Hanashanyin, who had always been calm and calm, actually frowned, as if she was dissatisfied with how well developed she was.

There seems to be a little difference.

There was a trace of doubt in Hanazhanin Chiyo's eyes as deep as obsidian. Is this what doki doki feels like?

She couldn't tell.

But one thing is true as Yuka Hazuki said.

hot.

They are all humans, so why are his palms so hot?

Give it a try next time?

Not annoying anyway.

Hanashanyin Chiyo stood up, she was going to the classroom too.

Smoothing out the folds of her skirt, she glanced at her jio jio wrapped in black stockings with some confusion. The shape was so good that even through the stockings, she could see the delicate and fair skin inside.

Hanashanyin Chiyo thought about it and found that his jio jio seemed to be as big as Qing Gongfeng's hand.

But is jio jio good-looking?

Otherwise, why would Qingmiya-san’s eyes fall here from time to time?

Do you want to check it out on the Internet?

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Science exam in the afternoon.

‘What should I do...I can’t concentrate at all! Wuwuwu...'

Hazuki Yuka looked at the science test paper in her hand and felt like crying.

The test questions were not difficult, and her grades were pretty good, but whenever she tried to focus on the test paper, she always failed.

Then it is still a dream.

Hazuki Yuka tried to deceive herself, but the vague heat on her head brought her back to reality.

It’s not a dream at all!

Yuka Hazuki covered her head.

"Hazuki-san, are you feeling unwell?"

A female teacher came over. Seeing Hazuki Yuka's unusual behavior, she thought she was sick, so she asked.

"Ah...no, no, sorry, teacher..."

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't hold on. Your body is the most important thing."

Teacher Hayami comforted her, saying that she knew Hazuki Yuka's character and was afraid that she would be embarrassed to say it.

"Yeah, I will, see you soon, teacher."

"Then Hazuki-san, let's continue with the exam."

Seeing the early teacher leaving, Yuka Hazuki couldn't help but bury her head in the test paper, her long hair spread loosely covering her face.

‘This might as well be an illness! ’