[comprehensive] poor students

In order to prevent Mochizuki from continuing to live in the school, Atobe made a decisive decision and decided to give him a considerable monthly subsidy.

As soon as the lunch break arrived, Mochizuki was hurriedly called to the student union, without even having time to eat the leaves: "Senior Atobe looking for me?"

Atobe sat on a very ornately carved chair, with his legs crossed up and down, giving him a touch of aristocratic air. Hearing this, he chuckled softly: "Happy Mochizuki, just now you got the ice emperor subsidy."

Mochizuki's pupils shrank suddenly.

kindness?Was he so surprised that he couldn't even speak?

Seeing that he seemed to have received a lot of shock, Atoko brushed his hair knowingly, and added proudly: "Well, although it's only a mere [-] yen, use it gratefully."

"...Senior Atobe." When he regained his senses, Mochizuki's tone was fluttering, he put his head in his hands, and asked with a shaken face: "There should be no regulations on subsidy in our school's school rules, is it because I remembered it wrong Is it?... Impossible, I should have memorized the school rules perfectly, there is no problem with my memory, right? "

Atobe: "..."

Nonsense, of course it is not in the school regulations, this is just newly built by my uncle.

Besides, how can there be useless things like subsidies in a noble school full of young masters and young ladies?

Knowing Mochizuki's extremely troublesome character when he is serious, Atobe casually said: "This kind of thing is not written in the school rules, it only exists in the special documents of the student union."

"I see."

"Understood, tell me your card number quickly."

"No." Mochizuki stretched out his right palm and made a pause gesture with a righteous face: "I will not accept what people give for nothing."

"Huh?" Atobe looked at him in astonishment, as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped person. After a while, he slapped the table suddenly and shouted angrily, "This is a free subsidy from the school!!"

He read the word "free" over and over again.

"No. Even if it's a school, I can't accept it."

However, no matter how Atobe explained, Mochizuki was always in a state of indifference, making his teeth itch with hatred.

He sighed helplessly, and his brows furrowed tightly: "...Why are you so troublesome, how can you accept it." Obviously, you are so poor that you are going to die.

"This is a matter of principle." Mochizuki responded calmly, raised his eyes and thought for a while, and then said quietly: "If I can work for the school, I can accept this kind of compensation."

Paying for labor and getting paid has always been the principle Mochizuki pursues.

Now, even Atobu looked over with some admiration. It is very precious for a junior high school student who is the same age as them to have such a high level of awareness.

Sure enough, the children of poor families have already taken charge of the family?

Atobe raised the corners of his mouth happily: "I promise you."

He did a quick search of simple job vacancies on campus, and finally came to a decision: "Come be the tennis manager!"

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The fact that a new manager has arrived in the tennis club can't help but make all the members excited, after all, the head of the Atobu has never cared about the manager's position.

However, when a group of blushing and beating teenagers saw the new manager, their happy hearts suddenly shattered.

...It turned out to be a man? ! !

"My name is Mochizuki Song, class C of the first year, please give me your advice." Mochizuki calmly bowed to the tennis club members, Yimapingchuan's slender figure shattered the last illusion of everyone.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , i always wished that there would be a beautiful manager girl who would gently encourage us in our ears."

"Cheer up, senior, we still have a chance!" Another member patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"If you don't mind." Mochizuki's flat voice suddenly came from behind the two: "Let me cheer everyone up."

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's shocked or complicated gazes, he beat his hands expressionlessly, and his cold voice did not fluctuate: "Fly, Fly, Ice Empress...Come on, come on, Ice Empress..."

"..." There was no trace of enthusiasm at all.

Mochizuki, who was disgusted, had no choice but to walk over to Asaojibu in despair: "Senior, what should I do?"

"Well..." Atobe suddenly fell into deep thought.

To be honest, Bingdi’s tennis club will be taken care of by a special person every day, so there is no need to bother hiring a manager if it is clean.

The reason why Mochizuki was asked to do it was just to give him something to do, so as to respect the other party's principles.

"Go and clean the locker room." Atobe, who could only think of this, pointed to the locker room behind: "All the cleaning tools are there."

"I see." Mochizuki nodded firmly and walked towards the locker room.

Half an hour later, Xiang Riyue, who wanted to change into his sportswear, just pushed open the door of the dressing room, when he was blinded by the scene inside: "Ugh——!!"

He covered his eyes and quickly backed out.

"What's the matter, it's so noisy." Hearing the noise, Atobu frowned, and strode towards this side.

"Atobe! The locker room!!!" Yueren looked at Atobe in horror with his mouth open, gasped for breath twice, and then shouted: "The locker room was replaced by aliens!!!"

Atobe: "..."

Ignoring Yue Ren's nonsense, Atobe directly pushed away from the locker room and glanced over.

In an instant, he was dazzled by a floor glowing with white light.

He quickly raised his arm to block the light, and after finally getting used to it, he walked in slowly.

The dressing room in front of me is no longer the same as before. To be precise, all the furnishings inside have not changed, but every item is shining brightly, so bright that it can almost blind your eyes.Even the usually gray floor looked like a crystal, and even the reflection of people could be clearly displayed.

Atobe was a little dumbfounded for a moment. He blankly glanced at the various furnishings in the house, and then his eyes stayed on the only normal black figure.

"... Mochizuki." He called out with difficulty.

"Senior Atobe." The figure turned around, revealing a familiar face wearing a white mask: "The dressing room has been cleaned, may I ask if there is any dissatisfaction?"

Ah, Blind Eyes is really dissatisfying.

"Thanks for your hard work." Atobe finally swallowed that sentence into his stomach, and reluctantly praised: "It's very good, you don't need to clean up."

Mochizuki took off the mask and gloves clearly, followed Atobe out of the room obediently: "Then what should I do next?"

Atobe, who had just made up his mind that Mochizuki must not touch the cleaning tool, began to worry again.

Renzu at the side thoughtfully advised him: "Isn't Mochizuki very good at sports, let him try to practice as a sparring partner."

Atobe pondered for a while, handed the racket in his hand to Mochizuki, and briefly introduced the rules of the game to him: "You just need to hit the tennis ball over the net, and don't care about the rest."

For a person who has never played tennis at all, he consciously relaxed the requirements.

"Forbearance, you practice with him."

"Hi, hi." Shinozu raised the racket, spoke a nice Kansai accent, smiled and waved to Mochizuki: "Then please give me your advice."

Mochizuki returned the salute seriously, he clenched the racket in his hand, bent down to pick up a tennis ball from the ground, weighed it with one hand, and tried to hit it out.

On the other side of the net, Shinozu easily received his attack.

After the two went back and forth a few times, Mochizuki suddenly stood up straight and shouted to Shinozu: "Can I try some quick attacks?"

"Oh?" A hint of interest flashed in Ren Zuzu's eyes: "Of course."

Whoosh, a ball passed by like lightning in his field of vision.

He paused with his fingers, and quickly turned to pick it up.

But it was a beat slower.

The yellow ball had already landed behind him, making a soft crash.

Staring at the rolling tennis ball with patience, he raised his hand and adjusted his glasses: "This really scared me."

Atobe, who had been paying attention to this side the whole time, naturally saw the power of the ball clearly. He frowned tightly, and there was a hint of wonder in his eyes.

At this speed, even the genius Renzu couldn't react.

This guy might become a very good tennis player.

As if he suddenly dug up a buried treasure, he was extremely pleasantly surprised. A pair of long and narrow eyes stared closely at the figure of Mochizuki serving the ball, so obsessed that he could hardly extricate himself.

But then, he heard a loud bang.

——Someone fell to the ground motionless and passed out.

"Ugh!! The manager has fainted!!!" There was a sudden commotion on the field.

Atobe: "..."

Why are you dizzy again? ! ! ! !

The veins on his forehead were throbbing with anger, and he managed to order everyone to lift Mochizuki onto the stool in a hurry.

Immediately, he took out a whole piece of chocolate from his schoolbag, broke off a small piece, and stuffed it into Mochizuki's mouth.

With the supplement of sugar, Mochizuki gradually recovered her sanity.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Atobe looking at him with a livid face, his fierce eyes seemed to want to swallow him alive, and there was a group of people eating melons standing behind him.

It's a bit like the look in his eyes when he went to the zoo and saw all kinds of cute animals.

"...You bastard." Atobe sent a few words between his teeth: "What did you have for lunch today?"

"Hmm." Mochizuki thought for a while, "Because senior called me to the student union at noon, I only had time to eat some weeds on campus."

"..."

Seeing the silence around him, Mochizuki blinked his eyes in confusion, and he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly realized something, and then he slowly raised his upper body, and took out a handful of loess from his pocket: "But please don't worry. , I have stored this soil well, and I will eat it when I faint from hunger."

He chuckled: "I won't cause trouble for everyone."

Turning his head, he realized that all the members of the tennis club were covering their hearts and looking at him with tears in their eyes.

Everyone: Mochizuki-kun ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

The author has something to say: Please don't measure the illogical article by any realistic standard.

I didn't expect so many people to like this brain hole... Mochizuki-kun is also very touched!