If You Can Read the File, You Will Die

When measuring body data before, I seem to have heard about this.

To use Qiu Yuecheng as the signboard of Class A to attract those girls who covet his beauty...

Qiu Yuecheng originally refused, because how could he use such despicable means to opportunistically, if he was serious, would the other classes have a chance of winning?

Of course, Qiu Yuecheng was just worried that if a girl really fell in love with him, it would be troublesome.

Pretty is fine, but if it's not pretty...

Wouldn't Qiu Yuecheng's love letter giving plan that had been stopped with great difficulty be destroyed?

However, he finally shamefully agreed.

After all, the body of the girl in the same class is too soft.

Shaking up, it makes people feel uneasy.

"Well, please hurry up!" the girl said coquettishly.

"How are the other costume designs going?" Qiu Yuecheng asked.

"Some of them have already been obtained from Yukinoshita-senpai, and they are all very professional performance costumes, while the other part is made by us and is basically completed. But now we are discussing, if we just put on costumes and stand there If not, wouldn't it feel a little too monotonous?"

"So have other shows been added?"

"Well, Hanekawa-san proposed to add a drama performance."

"It's a good idea, but is there still time?" Qiu Yuecheng nodded.

"It's just a very simple script, and its main function is to give everyone a chance to show up. Hanekawa-san has already applied for the venue, and it won't be long before it will be approved."

The classroom is currently too inconvenient, so another activity classroom has been applied for.

There are many figures standing in the huge movable classroom at this moment.

Akizuki Makoto saw Miura Yuiko who was standing with Hayama Hayato, and Yukinoshita and Yuigahama who were putting a set of giant panda dolls on their bodies. decorated.

The moment Qiu Yuecheng entered.

It can be clearly felt that the eyes of several people are turning towards him.

"Miura-san, I brought Qiuyue-kun here, so I will trouble you next time." The girl who brought Qiuyue Makoto said loudly.

Miura Yuiko, who was with Hayama Hayato, was taken aback when she saw Akizuki Makoto, and immediately regained her composure.

"Then I'll get busy first, Hayama."

"Well, the clothes that Yumiko sewed by herself will definitely be liked by everyone." Hayama Hayato said seriously.

"Ah."

Miura Yumiko walked up to Akizuki Makoto expressionlessly.

"It's really unexpected, Yumeko, you can actually tailor, and your craftsmanship is even so ingenious."

Akizuki couldn't help admiring Miura Yumiko taking out a dress that looked like a medieval prince from a hanger full of various clothes.

With light golden silk thread as the base, dense lace is stitched all around, this is the coat.

Underwear is a dark blue shirt with black leggings.

"Go and change it yourself." Yumiko Miura said coldly.

"Hey, is that so? Yumiko, can you help me?"

"Can't you change a piece of clothing by yourself? Are you still a child?"

Tsk tsk, this momentum.

It really feels tough.

But the more arrogant you are, the more people can't help but want to tease you.

Qiu Yuecheng smiled faintly like a scumbag.

With a voice that could only be heard by two people, he said, "I don't know if you have received the gift I gave you earlier?"

"You..." Yumiko Miura's eyes flashed with annoyance.

"I think it should be very suitable."

When Yubihama and the others went to the clothing store before, Qiu Yuecheng specially asked the clerk to provide delivery service.

As for the delivery address, Yumiko Miura must be very clear.

"Why, you will know where I live!"

"Investigate and find out the home address of a girl you like. This should be the most basic etiquette, right?"

"It seems inconvenient to talk here, why don't we talk in the changing room?" Qiu Yuecheng took the clothes in the hands of the other party and said, "Of course, if you don't want to come, it's fine. At worst, I'll ask Ye Shan to help. It's the first time I wear such clothes, so it's a bit troublesome."

"I, I know!" Miura Yuiko pursed her lips tightly, staring at Qiu Yuecheng fiercely with angry eyes.

"I, I'll help you."

"Isn't that good!" Qiu Yuecheng said, and immediately raised the volume, "Mr. Miura, this dress seems a bit complicated. You can help me later. I can't seem to wear it by myself."

"Huh? Is this the case? Then please Miura-san to help me, I'm too busy here!"