Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

It's not implied, it's stated.

"Really, I remember that I didn't need to be so troublesome when I was the president. I thought the student council president used the seal of Didan Academy."

Gong Sheng put the seal away again and put it in his pocket.

Fortunately, it's winter now, so it's nothing to have a bulging bag in your pocket. If it were summer, Gongsheng wouldn't be running around with it.

Ignoring the eyes of the two people in front of him, Gongsheng began to shift his gaze to the computer in front of him again.

There are still three tasks assigned by Didan Academy in my mind.

Because the new doctor is going to the United States (seeking Sister Bei to give away the head), the doctor who needs to be replaced in the infirmary should preferably be a candidate with medical qualifications.

The basketball team of Didan High School still lacks a basketball coach.

Didan Primary School still lacks a neon language teacher.

These are almost the tasks in the near future. It is not urgent to ask for time. Only the Chinese teacher in the elementary school needs to hurry up.

However, Gongsheng already has a predetermined candidate.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

There was a knock on the door of the student council president's office.

"Please come in."

Raising the watch on his left hand, according to the time, it should be here.

The clerk of the student union opened the door, made a gesture of invitation, and gestured for an intellectual and beautiful woman to step in.

And when the woman stepped in, the vice president of the student union who was still sitting by the side stood up in an instant, ignoring her arrival.

"M, Mr. Yonehara?"

Akoko Yonehara, formerly a neon language teacher in Teidan Elementary School, later turned into a poor student.

"Long time no see, Yonehara-sensei, please get out of your busy schedule and come here."

Gongsheng stood up slowly, stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

However, what ushered in was not a handshake from Akiko Yonehara...

Just give the boy a huge hug and hug him!

At the same time, his hand hooked Gongsheng's shoulder from behind, rubbing the back of his head.

Teacher Akiko Yonehara, who once taught Mori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko, also taught Mori Kosei.

"My little squad leader is already this old."

The rubbed hair was all messed up, and Yonehara Akiko just let go.

Let go of the hug, and look at the boy in front of him again.

Because it is too close, it is so clear, watching the curve and linearity of every outline of the other party.

You can smell the fresh strawberry scent exhaled from the other party's mouth.

"It's still the same as before, I like eating strawberries."

Reaching out his hand, Yonehara-sensei wiped off the residue of strawberry seeds from the corner of Kosei's mouth.

The student council president, student council vice president, and student council clerk next to him all looked at the pair of teachers and students in front of them in bewilderment.

Compared with others, Kosei felt that Mr. Yonehara still treated him like a seven-year-old boy.

"Student Council President, help me make a cup of coffee for the teacher, and then give a quiet environment, please close the door when you go out."

Smiling lightly, Kosei made a gesture of invitation, motioning for Akiko Yonehara to sit on the sofa opposite him.

Then pointed to the student council president who was waiting beside him and was at a loss, and reminded him.

"Oh, yes, good."

The student council president barely reacted.

As a child of a big family, he has the most mature training in etiquette.

The student council president walked to the tea table, picked up a cup of coffee, poured it evenly into the cup, and poured hot water along the edge with a circular motion.

With the emergence of a small vortex, the coffee develops a strong aroma and takes shape.

Take another small bowl and put three cubes of creamer with tweezers.

Be calm and graceful at all times.

With a smile on his face, he clenches a fist with one hand and puts it behind his back, straightens his back, and the sound of walking has a sense of rhythm.

"Please enjoy."

Kneel down, put the coffee and creamer in front of Akiko Yonehara.

Then he stood up again, lowered his head and closed his eyebrows, and slowly backed away.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he tried his best not to make a sound, walked all the way to the door, and then closed the door of the student union president's office.

bear with me for a moment...