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"But it's still morning, what did you eat two hours ago?"

"Wuuuuuuuu...but you can smell an indescribably charming fragrance everywhere, I can't bear it anymore."

The three-haired cat in his arms also wriggled its nose and purred happily in response to Index's voice.

Oh?Kamijou followed suit to confirm the smell around him.

There is a smell of soy sauce or sauce floating around, and the unique aroma of mayonnaise when it is burnt.

If you look in the direction where the wind blows, you can see an area where vendors lined up left and right along the road like a fair.

Although it is a large-scale sports meeting, not all students are bound by the game all the time.

As long as you abide by the regulations of reaching a certain arena within a certain period of time, the subsequent actions are basically free.

Whether it is to cheer for other schools, buy souvenirs with your family, or stand in a convenience store to read magazines, there is no problem.

The home economics and conditioning school that Maika Tsuchimikado attended will take advantage of this time to set up stalls to increase temporary income.

There are surprisingly few competitive games in a school in which all students participate.

Depending on the school year and competitive events, there are often people who just happen to have nothing to do.

Originally, I was supposed to go to cheer for my school, but with the profit from setting up a stall, the celebration banquet can be held more luxuriously.

The parents of 180 million students alone are earning a fortune.

"Ah... there are so many delicious things, but I can only look at them. This is simply torture!"

The nun holding the tricolor cat couldn't help blurting out.

Index is the kind of person who will strike at anything as long as there is food in front of her.

Although it's just a fragrance from afar, but in such a situation for a long time, even the saliva will flow out.

Instead, she should be commended for not forcibly raiding those stalls.

"Ah, that's right. You have nothing to do all day today. I will find time to go shopping with you later."

After Index nodded, she suddenly stopped moving and said.

"... later?"

"Ah, the first game is about to start. I have to go. Look at the guidebook. The place marked with a pen is the arena cheering seat where I participated in the project today."

"Wow...Wow! Xia Qing is so cold today!"

Index seemed to be screaming something, but time was running out.

Xia Qing originally wanted her to visit one or two stalls first, but now that Index is released on an empty stomach, it will definitely be endless.

She will never be satisfied if she does not visit all the stalls.

I had no choice but to pay for a bento and let Index fill his stomach first, so as not to be so hungry that he rushed over and overwhelmed other people's stalls.

After letting the girl sit down in the audience seat, Xia Qing walked in towards the contestant entrance.

The campus is now being prepared. In order to prevent the dust from flying, the teachers are spraying water with hoses.

An automatic hot air balloon is flying in the blue sky, and the vertically hanging special thin screen is broadcasting the seventh school district, the department of higher education, the first event: the wrench race, and there are ten and twenty-three seconds left before the start of the race. lamp text.

In the seven-day Daba Star Festival, the mastery of the overall pace of the conference is closely related to the final ranking.

This part depends on the strategies of each school. There are many choices whether to widen the gap at the beginning and get rid of the opponent, or save energy until the second half, and then catch up with other exhausted schools in one breath.

"It seems that you have integrated into this class, Hime God?"

Jishen was Jishen Qiusha standing a little far away from Xia Qing.

This fair-skinned, black-haired girl has the special ability of a blood-sucking killer.

To seal this ability, she wears a crucifix around her neck, now hidden on her chest in a short-sleeved tracksuit.

She just transferred to Xia Qing's class earlier this month.

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Hime Kami said, shaking her relatively rare pure and wind-black long hair.

"Student competition, isn't that what it is anyway? It doesn't have a dedicated trainer or coach."

Xia Qing nodded.

"Well...that's what I said."

It's just that there are no ordinary students on this football field.

At this moment, Xia Qing suddenly heard the sound of men and women arguing, as if someone was hiding behind the gymnasium talking.

Xia Qing took a few steps to the inside and listened attentively.

The person in the dark back of the gymnasium is Yueyong Xiaomeng, the class teacher.

The teacher, who is 130 cm tall and won't be complained about even if he carries a primary school student's backpack, is wearing a short white pleated skirt and a cheerleading uniform with a light green sleeveless vest.

It seems that it should be used for refueling.

Facing her was a stranger she had never met, probably a teacher from another school.