After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

317.

On weekends, I did not go to eat tonkotsu ramen with Mr. Nakaya.

There is no one who puts the pigeons on the other, or changes his mind temporarily.

The reason is simple, because I am going to the end of the term.

Cats cry.

I have experienced too many things in the last month, and I was delayed by transferring to another school for a few days, which caused me to completely lose the sense of time, and I even forgot about the final exam.

hateful!

There is no way, now I can only hold the book and cry silently.

How much fun I had last week and how much hair will fall out this week while I study.

This is probably the so-called retribution.

I flipped through the thick math book.

The original knowledge was very boring, but there was no color ink at all when it was printed.

The black and white characters are densely arranged together, and those symbols that already look weird make me even more afraid.

too difficult.

The tears that I, Saki Shiina, shed today are the water in my head when I decided not to study yesterday.

Maybe I can only rely on my head iron and liver to pass this exam safely.

So I could only cry and tell Mr. Nakaya about it. He expressed his understanding and decided to take me to eat the authentic Hakata tonkotsu ramen after the exam.

Although the phone numbers have been exchanged, we are still connected on HAT at the moment, one is because of habit, the other...  

I don’t know if Mr. Nakaya thinks the same way, but to me, this software is as secret and unique as a small world that only belongs to me and him.

[Central Plains]: Shall I call Kawakami over and help you with math? !

Mr. Chuya is so nice!No, no, I have seen how caring Mr. Nakaya is, and what I should say at this time is:

As expected of him!

[It's saki, not misaki]: Maomao Surprise.jpg

[It's saki, not misaki]: Is it really possible, Mr. Nakaya? !Will it be too much trouble for you and Mr. Kawakami!

Although the words I typed out were all very polite and polite, my heart was already very impatient.

I really, really need help right now.

On my own, I think this semester will definitely fail.

Alas, I suddenly feel that I am now very much like the children from neighboring countries when they receive red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.

He said no, but the corners of his mouth were already grinning to the base of his ears, and at the same time, he honestly opened his pocket and stuffed the red envelope into it.

[Central Plains]: Don't worry, that fellow Kawakami is eager to do such easy jobs.

Um?Is teaching mathematics so easy for Mr. Kawakami?

terrible.

What kind of boss is this.

If it were me, I would definitely choose to work between teaching others math and working.

A text message came 2 minutes after we made the deal.

Hmm, unknown number.

When I opened it, I found that it was indeed Kawakami.

[Kawakami]: Hello, Ms. Shiina, Mr. Nakahara asked me to tutor you in mathematics.

[Kawakami]: If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me directly.

[Kawakami]: Any question.

Well, is it my illusion?

I always feel that Mr. Kawakami seems to have big problems if he doesn't teach me math.

Anyway, I am already very grateful that Mr. Nakaya and Mr. Kawakami are willing to help me after work.

Mr. Kawakami was very serious in his lectures, and I also put in all my energy to study.

After each chapter, Mr. Kawakami would ask me several times if there was anything I didn't understand.

Sometimes when he talked about complicated knowledge points, he would call and explain to me. At such times, I felt that his tone seemed particularly brisk.

weirdo.

With the help of Mr. Kawakami, my final semester finally passed without any danger.

Although mathematics is lagging behind as always, it is still much better than before.

After reading my report card, my grandfather just snorted softly, and then said, "It's still a little bit of progress".

Grandpa didn't scold me, so it seems that the results this time are indeed passable.

I didn't dare to tell Grandpa the truth, I just touched my head and smiled, and went upstairs without saying anything.

Immediately afterwards, I clicked on the HAT quickly like a child who got good grades in an exam and was waiting to be encouraged by his parents.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Mr. Nakaya, Mr. Nakaya!

[It's saki, not misaki]: The results are out, the test is okay, when are we going to eat delicious food?

[It's saki, not misaki]: Maomao is cute.jpg

[Central Plains]: How about tonight?

Eh?tonight?

Although I took the initiative to ask Mr. Nakaya out for dinner, isn't it a bit too hasty tonight?

I suddenly hesitated, not knowing whether I should agree.

That's right, this is the daily life of a dead house.

You can ask me out next week, but you can't ask me out today.

I was still struggling, but Mr. Chuya's message came in the next second.

[Central Plains]: Is it inconvenient?If it is not convenient, another day is fine. ! !

How can this be inconvenient!

When I saw this sentence, I suddenly felt my blood surge, and then my mind became hot, and my fingers moved by themselves before thinking about the consequences.

[It's saki not misaki]: It doesn't matter!Just tonight!

After I sent the message with all my strength and received the time and address from Mr. Chuya, I thought of a question.

I just entered the house, and I will go out again in a while, so how should I explain this to my grandpa?

He knows I'm a social fish with no new friends.

318.

"grandfather."

I went to the door of the living room and called out. The old man who was reading the newspaper turned around and looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"I want my classmates to go out for dinner, and I may come back later at night."

Grandpa frowned even more after hearing what I said, and he grinned a malicious smile: "Your classmate? Which classmate are you? Why don't I know which classmate you have a good relationship with you? I will take you out for dinner."

hateful!

Grandpa activated the skill [taunt]!

With a very official smile on my face, I tilted my head and said, "It's Fujimoto, Fujimoto. She's not very social either, and we just met recently."

My answer may be a bit too standard, so that Grandpa can't even find a point to point out my logical loopholes or other mistakes.

He looked at me for a while before turning around again. Grandpa was nestled in the wide leather chair, and I could only hear the sound of him shaking the newspaper.

"come back earlier."! !

Grandpa agreed!

"Thank you grandpa, grandpa is so kind!"

I'm sorry, Fujimoto-san, but I'll trouble you to be my tool man once. If nothing happens, you may have many opportunities to be my wingman in the future.