My retirement life in Neon

Many people were busy choosing fabrics, and some were applying to join a team with Mr. Nakashiba. Lin Zian did not move, but sat in his seat, thinking about what to make.

There was no need for clothes. Most of the people present were making clothes, and clothes were not practical for him. Making schoolbags was too troublesome, and there was no material for the brim of a hat. So he made an apron. Lin Zian remembered Michiko Oda's old apron. The apron was simple and useful (I think it was mainly because it was simple).

If you have an idea, you must take action. Lin Zian immediately started to choose materials. He chose a piece of fabric with a gray and white plaid pattern and cut a section according to the height ratio of Michiko Oda.

Lin Zian's idea was very simple, mainly practical, and did not need a lot of decoration. Just add a bag in the front, a piece of flannel on both sides, and finally seal the edges.

As for the straps and edges, you can use scraps, but you have to use soft materials to hang around your neck, otherwise it will wear out your skin if you wear it for a long time.

When Lin Zian took the materials and prepared to go back to his seat to work, he found that his position was occupied by a group of three.

Although they didn't look at him directly, Lin Zian still felt their gazes.

The position Lin Zian chose was originally a corner, which meant not to disturb me, but the other party didn't seem to want Lin Zian to spend this class peacefully.

I haven't offended anyone. Is it the dog-licking group of Tsuji Tomie? It's pitiful that they endured for so long before taking action.

Lin Zian picked a place at random, looked around, gave the boys present a look, I'm here, come here if you have the guts, and then sat next to Mr. Nakashiba.

Lin Zian sorted out the materials and started to work. Because the process was pitifully few and it was just a simple splicing, Lin Zian was the first to complete the task and handed it to Mr. Nakashiba for inspection.

"Mr. Shigeki is very experienced! He must be someone who often does housework, and there is almost no waste of materials." Nakashiba Rina nodded and affirmed Lin Zian's work.

Nakashiba Rina watched Lin Zian complete the task, and her skilled operation was not comparable to that of an ordinary high school student.

It may not be seen that an apron requires a very powerful technique, but Nakashiba Rina can tell by looking at the stitches. It is impossible for someone without certain experience to do it so well.

"Teacher Nakashiba, you are polite. Compared with other students, I am just average." Lin Zian replied modestly.

Although the work was recognized by Nakashiba Rina, it was not time to end the class yet, so Lin Zian could only sit in his seat.

Lin Zian looked at the time. It was not even half a class. It was a bit too much to play with the phone in front of Nakashiba Rina, and it was boring to watch others do it.

"Teacher Nakashiba, can I make another work?" Lin Zian, who had nothing to do, asked Nakashiba Rina his question.

"Uh... OK, but don't waste materials." Nakashiba Rina looked at Lin Zian with a little surprise. She originally planned to let him help other students and guide them, but since Lin Zian said so, she couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, teacher." To be honest, when Lin Zian acted like a good student, even he was afraid of himself.

Lin Zian got up and went to pick materials again. This time he was going to make an apron for Hosokawa Rio, because she said that she often cooked for herself, and the apron would definitely be useful. After all, Lin Zian had eaten her meals and never had the chance to thank her. Moreover, Lin Zian was mainly for precaution, because he had a hunch...

However, the one for Hosokawa Rio must not be the same as the one for Oda Michiko, because the styles of the two people were too different. He was going to make a cuter one for Hosokawa Rio.

He picked pink fabric and a small piece of brown fabric picked up from the ground, which should be the leftovers thrown away by someone, and a little lace. In fact, he didn't know how to match them, but he added them anyway because he thought they looked good.

Lin Zian took the materials back and found that his seat was occupied again. This time it was two people who pretended to ask for advice from Nakashiba Rina.

Lin Zian picked a seat at random again. He was a little suspicious of those people's brains. The classroom is so big, how could you occupy it all? If you want to do it, you have to be careful!

Lin Zian opened the drawer and found that the scissors inside were missing. He changed a position, but the scissors were still missing.

He glanced at the people in the class. There were more than 20 empty seats in the classroom, and there were only 18 boys present. He could hide these more than 20 scissors. It seems that he has offended many people.

But they are all fools. If there is no scissors, go to Nakashiba Rina. She will naturally help me find them. Of course, there is another pair of scissors that they dare not touch.

"Teacher Nakashiba, I can't find the scissors. Can I use this one?" Lin Zian went directly to the podium, picked up Nakashiba Rina's scissors, and asked her.

"Sure, go ahead, call me if you need anything." Nakashiba Rina didn't know the situation. Since Lin Zian sat next to her, she has always paid attention to Lin Zian. Others' attitudes towards him are clear at a glance. The smile on her face disappeared, and she glanced at the people below the stage lightly. It seems that she has to tell their class teacher. This kind of thing can't happen in this school.

Although it was a bit noisy, Lin Zian still had enough time to finish the apron before the get out of class ended.

It was a pink girlish color, with a little bear on the front and a pocket on the head. There was white lace on the edge. Unlike the previous apron, this one was waist-tight.

Lin Zian spread out the finished product, looked at it, and then put it away, and walked out of the classroom under the contempt of those people.

"A sissy who likes pink."

"And Winnie the Pooh."

"I'm afraid he's a pervert."

After hearing these words, Nakashiba Rina took out a small notebook and silently wrote down a few names.

Back in the classroom of the first-grade B class, Lin Zian found that most people had left, but Rio Hosokawa was sitting in his seat playing with his phone.

"Rio, why haven't you gone home yet?"

Lin Zian's voice came from behind, startling Rio Hosokawa who was playing with her phone. She quickly stood up, put her hands behind her, and hesitated for a long time before taking out the things hidden behind her and pushing them in front of Lin Zian.

"This is the cookie I made, please try it, Qingtian."

Lin Zian looked at the brown paper bag in front of him, I knew it would be like this, he took the cookie, after all, it would be too embarrassing for her to refuse.

In fact, he had long guessed that Rio Hosokawa would give him a portion of the cookies made in the home economics class, so Lin Zian prepared an extra apron, after all, reciprocity is the norm.

"Thank you for the cookies, Rio. This is the apron I made. I hope you like it." Lin Zian handed her her apron.

"Ah... is this for me?" Hosokawa Rio obviously didn't expect Lin Zian to give her something. She happily took it, hugged it to her chest, and bowed to Lin Zian, "Thank you Qingtian."

"Don't be so polite, we are friends." Lin Zian said indifferently.

"Who is this for?" Hosokawa Rio pointed at the other apron Lin Zian was holding.

Lin Zian picked it up and turned it over, "This? I'll take it back."

"Okay, I'm going home, do you want to go with me?"

"Okay! Hey..." Hosokawa Rio smiled.

She looks pretty when she smiles, but Lin Zian rarely sees Hosokawa Rio smile, not because she rarely smiles, but because her face is blocked by glasses and hair, and because of the height difference, Lin Zian can often only see her head.

Lin Zian stuffed his apron into his schoolbag and left the classroom with it. Speaking of which, his schoolbag has been here for a few days. Except for the first day, it has been put aside by Lin Zian these days, and he doesn't take homework back to do.

The two walked together, and Lin Zian asked curiously: "Does Liyang live here too?"

"Uh... I guess so, but it's a little farther than your home." Hosokawa Liyang didn't dare to say where her home was, but just vaguely said it.

Lin Zian also felt that there was something wrong with his words. What do you want to do when you ask a girl where her home is?

It's okay if the two have a good relationship, but it's completely unnecessary to say it if they are just ordinary friends. After all, Japanese people care about their privacy protection.

"Why does Liyang have short hair? In fact, I think Liyang may look better with long hair." Lin Zian used his old skills again to change the subject.

"I have short hair because it's convenient for work, there's no special reason. Does Qingtian like long hair?"

"Uh... maybe."

"..."