[comprehensive] poor students

With either joy or reluctance, Mochizuki's first summer vacation officially came to an end.

Because I was so focused on tennis games during the holidays, I didn’t have many opportunities to meet Mochizuki. After class, Atobe came to Mochizuki’s classroom non-stop. When he really saw the visitor, he couldn’t help showing a gentle smile and raised his hand. Greeting: "How was your summer vacation?"

"Very fulfilling." The gray-haired boy in front of him is still the same as he saw a few weeks ago, and even the expression on his face is the same as before. Realizing this, Mochizuki also rarely showed a smile: "Senior, congratulations on winning the Tokyo Metropolitan Government." No.1 in the contest."

Although he did not come to the tennis scene to cheer for the main players in person, he always pays attention to the news of the game. The first moment he learned that the winner of the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition was the ice emperor, he was very happy and immediately wanted to give Atobe a phone call.

However, it is a pity, firstly because he was still working as a model and had no free time, and secondly because his mobile phone has been in arrears since last month, and it is temporarily unable to make calls, so it has been delayed until now. Say it.

Well, he admits that the second is the most important reason.

"Well, what do you mean congratulations to 'you' for getting No.1?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, folded his arms around his chest, and emphasized with a serious face: "It's 'us' who got No.1, right? Don't forget you Also a member of the tennis club!"

--'us'?

…Yes, although he didn’t realize it clearly, he has long been a member of the tennis club. Here, he has experienced laughter, bitterness and happiness. As a member of this big family, he has fully integrated into this place .

Mochizuki stared blankly at Atobe's side face for a long while before regaining his senses. He slightly lowered his eyes, restrained the shimmering glint in them, scratched his face with his hands, and nodded with a smile. : "Yes. Because I haven't been to the tennis club for a long time, I have already forgotten this fact."

"Idiot." Atobe gently tapped his head, and reminded with a smile: "After school, I will wait for you in the club, so don't be late!"

"Okay, it's almost time, I'm going back to the classroom first."

"Wait, there is one more thing." The moment he was about to turn around and leave, as if recalling something, Atobe suddenly took a step forward and quickly grabbed his arm and said: "The press conference a few days ago It was very successful, congratulations. Although the time coincides with my grandpa’s competition, there is no way to go. But my grandpa has been watching your dynamics. For the first time to show your face in the public, it can be said to be very successful. You did it good."

"Ah..." When this matter was mentioned, Mochizuki received a lot of compliments, but she always felt ashamed as if she had cheated, and she couldn't help lowering her head and said softly and honestly: "Actually, the president gave me a dozen materials. It is not my own idea to ask me to memorize all the questions, and when it comes to the press conference, as long as I memorize them perfectly, I can deal with them.”

Of course he knew about this kind of thing.

In a corner that Mochizuki couldn't see, Atobe puffed out his chest proudly.

After all, he was the one who compiled the information, Keigo Atobe himself, but it took a long time to collect the secrets, so it is great that it can be useful to Mochizuki.

"However, after the press conference was held, I received a lot of invitations about models." Mochizuki said without saying a word, "I didn't even hear about sayyou, wy and other messy brands." Yes. But the president said that these brands are very famous, and let me follow them all, I am still hesitating which one to choose?"

"It's fine as you like." Atobe waved his hand indifferently, and didn't take it seriously at all: "Anyway, the salary of every company is similar, so just pick the one you like."

"...That's true." Mochizuki thought for a moment, then let go of his frowning brows, and then thought of another thing that puzzled him: "Speaking of it, how does senior know that the salary of each company is similar? ? And it seems to have known about me in advance." He tilted his head puzzled.

Atobe: ...Oh hoo.

Oops, accidentally exposed!

We must not let Mochizuki know that he chose those invitations for the other party!

Feeling that something was wrong, Atobe suddenly coughed lightly, shifted his gaze, and played up his nonsense skills with an uncertain expression: "Because I am very familiar with this aspect, because of business reasons... Besides, I also have a relationship with your president. Find out over the phone!"

"So that's the case." Mochizuki, who didn't feel anything wrong at all, nodded clearly.

Just at this time, the class bell rang suddenly, interrupting his thought of continuing to ask questions, and Atobe was also relieved by the just right ringing.

"Then I will go back first."

"Wait a minute." Just as he was about to take a step outside, Mochizuki grabbed his sleeve: "The cultural festival will be in two days. Has the senior's class decided what performance it will be?"

"It's still under discussion." Atobe suddenly remembered that he also wanted to ask the other party about this matter, and immediately left in no hurry, and asked directly: "Where is your class?"

"I don't know yet, but I personally hope that it would be great if I opened a dessert shop, but unfortunately no one seems to like it." Thinking of the sweet and soft cake, Mochizuki's eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't help swallowing Saliva: "Even if you can't eat it, it's okay to smell it. The grass is almost gone these days. Fortunately, the school is open."

Trace Department: ...

Mochizuki ah ah ah ah ah! !

"Don't worry, my class will open a dessert shop! You can come anytime!" He impatiently took a step forward and shouted with all his strength.

Mochizuki: "Eh?... Senior's class hasn't been decided yet?"

"Just now." Atobe covered his heart with grief and said: "As the class monitor, I received the brainwaves of the whole class. According to the final result of everyone's choice, Class A of the third year decided to open a dessert shop!"

Mochizuki: "...Is that so?"

...brain waves? ?

"Yes, so you must come!" Atobe eagerly grabbed his hand, determined not to give up until the goal was achieved: "My lord's dessert shop must be world-class, luxurious and delicious, and I will never regret it!"

"...Well, since it's senior's class, I will definitely go."

"full moon……"

The two were still holding hands and looking at each other affectionately, when suddenly they heard a cold cough from behind.

Mochizuki looked back suspiciously, and at a glance saw the head teacher of class C of the first grade wearing glasses and holding a textbook standing in place and glaring at them angrily. Seniors in the grade, the classroom is not here. It has been nearly 10 minutes since the start of class, can you go back to your class?"

Atobe: "...Okay."

After seeing the trace department obediently nodding in agreement, the homeroom teacher cast a stern look at Mochizuki again: "Student Mochizuki, you should go to your own classroom as soon as possible. For the sake of your excellent academic performance, you won't be punished for standing still." Listen to class."

Mochizuki: "...Okay."

Just like that, the two top students, who were reprimanded by the teacher for the first time, walked back to their classroom with their heads down.

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"Cultural Festival?"

On the Ice Emperor's tennis training ground, the main players who were arranging their equipment heard this word and thought of the troublesome thing that there will be a cultural festival in a few days.

"That's right, not only the class is going to hold a cultural festival, but even the club is going to be held, it's really too troublesome!" Yue Ren scratched his hair frantically, and sighed unhappily: "Then what will our department do this year?" ?”

"I remember that we held a concert last year." Recalling the funny scene at that time, Ninzu suddenly burst out laughing: "I still remember that we promised to perform together, but I didn't expect to become Atobe in the end. The concert was really interesting."

"Ah... that is a disaster, the girls are crazy." Shishido lightly rested his racket a few times, and shivered with fear: "That is no longer a weak girl, everyone is The gorilla with explosive fighting power can't be stopped no matter what! We can't put on such a dangerous performance this year!"

"Yeah, so I'm not asking for your opinions." Atobe sat on the bench, crossed his legs, and looked around arrogantly: "Does anyone have any good suggestions?"

Yue Ren was the first to raise his hand: "How about the haunted house, it's very interesting."

Atobe: no, Mochizuki is afraid of haunted houses, so I reject it.

"I think cross-dressing coffee houses are also good, the kind where women dress up as men and men dress up as women, but we don't have any girls in our department." Feng scratched her cheek shyly: "I kind of want to see seniors in women's clothes."

"Hey, please spare us." Hearing this, Renzu hurriedly waved his hands and sighed helplessly.

Atobe: No, Mochizuki wears women's clothing? !Absolutely not!turn down!

"How about a simple exhibition, such as famous paintings, statues, etc., anyway, the Atobe family doesn't have them." Shishido said with an annoyed expression: "This will free up our time."

"Hey, we are the most popular cowherds of the Ice Emperor...ah no, the tennis club, how could we choose this kind of exhibition." Yue Ren rolled his eyes contemptuously.

Atobe: no, it does not conform to the aesthetics of my grandfather and Mochizuki, so I reject it!

After discussing several times in a row, they couldn't find a performance that fit Atobe's liking. In the midst of distressed voices, Ninzuzu, who was the most reliable, suddenly made a pertinent suggestion: "How about acting in a play, like Snow White, Sleeping Beauty? Category?"

"But we don't have any girls, and we can't play Snow White at all." Yue Ren immediately retorted.

"We can turn... um..." Feeling Atobe's glaring eyes, he shuddered, and changed the words on his lips in time: "You can play a male version of Snow White, and the plot is based on your own ideas." How about making changes?"

Snow White? !

Regarding this novel proposal, everyone thought carefully for a while, then nodded in praise and said: "It sounds very interesting."

After discussing in detail for a while, Mr. Atobe finally gathered all the opinions of the main candidates, and finally made a decision: "Then it's decided, the tennis club will star in the drama "Snow White"! The next step is the script, who wants to write it?" ?"

"I kind of want to write." Feng blushed and raised his hand: "Can you?"

"Then give you a day to write out the outline of the story, and make a decision after reading it."

"Yes!"

Seeing that the performance of the cultural festival was finally decided, Atobe couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and when he looked around, he realized if he saw someone.

"Where's Mochizuki?"

"Ah, just now he said he was hungry, so he went to get some food reserves first, and then left in a hurry." Feng held his chin and thought for a while: "It seems that he is going to a place that he misses very much, does senior know where it is? ?”

Atobe: "..."

He, maybe maybe [-]% seems to... really know! !

The author has something to say: Question: Do you know where Mochizuki has gone?

This chapter briefly describes the unwritten career line and some daily life during the summer vacation. Although it looks very boring, it is still necessary~

ps Today is the Lantern Festival, and then I will send red envelopes~

Reply to the 1st, 5th, 15th, 25th... and so on will give a red envelope 100jjb

Can't swipe the screen~

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读者“小琪”,灌溉营养液+12018-03-0119:29:27

Thanks for this little angel!