[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

"Ah—I have to work harder today!!!"

As soon as the Minister of Literature and Art pushed open the office door, he heard loud shouts from his colleagues, immediately rolled his eyes, and walked in with the materials while pushing his glasses and complaining: "Don't always make the student union into a sports-blooded manga style, you! Our style has always been rigorous and elite, you sports idiot!"

The minister of sports is not angry when he is complained about. He has been looking forward to the school festival for a long time, and today he is in a good mood. He put on his armband and shook his head to get water from the drinking fountain: "Our most rigorous and elite president also belongs to the sports department oh."

"The president is different from you," said the Minister of Literature and Art with a blank expression. "A character like the president is placed in the hot-blooded sports manga. It is either the protagonist or the biggest boss on the protagonist's way to fight monsters."

"Then do you think the chairman is the former or the latter?" The Minister of Sports sat on the table and looked at her with interest.

The Minister of Literature and Art suddenly fell silent. Although she should say that Akashibuki is the former because all members of the student union are hiding her identity as a member of the student union, she still gritted her teeth thinking of the red-haired boy's usual stern style: "It's none of your business, you bastard." Passerby!"

"Hey—? You actually said that I am a passerby?? Then you are more passerby than me!"

Before the Minister of Literature and Art could sneer and go back, the door was pushed open again, and the two looked over reflexively. They were about to say hello to the visitor, but their eyes widened in unison, staring blankly at Platinum who pushed the door and entered. Girl with colored hair.

"Good day, both of you." Donghua put her hands on her stomach lightly, with an inexplicably light body, she walked gracefully to the door, and then turned half sideways to close the door, which looked almost like an oil painting from a medieval palace. Walking out of it, every move is quite pleasing to the eye.

When Dong Hua walked into the president's office with light steps, the two ministers looked at each other as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they found surprise in each other's eyes.

The Minister of Sports frowned puzzledly: "She—has she been borrowed by a drama club to act in a stage play? Why does she walk like that?"

"What is this and that!" The Minister of Arts and Arts immediately gave him a punch in the back, "I think walking is normal, only a primate like you who has shaved the hair of a gorilla thinks it is abnormal."

She is well versed in the way of raising orangutans, and immediately changed the subject nonchalantly after saying a word: "I think she is dressed very solemnly today, and she even put on makeup. Is there a date with the president?"

The minister of sports was indeed distracted, and looked down at her in shock: "Student Xiyuansi is dating the president?! Why, are they dating?!"

Minister of Literature and Art: "..."

He is probably the only one in the student union who doesn't know.

With a gentle smile on her face, her subordinates grabbed his shoulders fiercely, and caressed his orangutan head under the horrified and fearful eyes of the Minister of Sports: "Who knows."

When Akashi Seijuro entered the door with his schoolbag, the Minister of Sports was still scratching his head with a puzzled look on his face. When he looked up and saw the expressionless chairman, he probably just mentioned him, and the Minister of Sports gave a shock uncontrollably , almost choked to death by saliva in desperation: "Cough—you are here, President! Good day!"

The red-haired boy hesitated for a moment, but since he often played tricks, he didn't think deeply: "Good day, senior, please do your best for today's school festival."

"Okay! The president also cheers!"

Sure enough, he received a deep voice from the Minister of Sports, and Akashi pushed open the door of the president's office. When he saw the girl sitting on the chair, he paused involuntarily: "Winter flower?"

She raised her head in response, and lowered her head slightly to him. Since the blond hair was tied into a bun, the back of her snow-white neck was revealed. The curvature of the neck and the timing of the reveal were just right: "Good morning Zhengjun."

He blinked, closed the door gently, then stepped forward and put his schoolbag on the desk, sat down beside her on his knees, twisted his body and looked at her face seriously: "Did you put on makeup today?"

She pursed her lips and tried her best not to meet the eyes of the pair of heterochromatic cat pupils, she just lowered her eyelids and nodded lightly, but her face still unconsciously became warm, she thanked herself for using concealer, and tried her best Calm the voice: "It's softened a little."

Akashi looked at her childish white cheeks, and slowly raised his eyebrows. There must have been a cloud passing by outside the window, and the light dimmed for a moment, and his thin and long pupils gradually enlarged and rounded, visible to the naked eye. The speed occupied the entire pupil membrane, and the entire eyelids looked almost thick black.

Xiyuan Temple, a first-class cat lover, Donghua was hit hard by the same pupil change as No. [-], and her heartbeat almost stopped.

The boy stared deeply at her face, and suddenly leaned over to press her forehead expressionlessly.

The organs in the chest began to throb wildly again, her hand grabbed the armrest of the chair, her eyelashes fluttered a few times before being forcibly stopped by her, her voice was as gentle and soft as usual: "Zhengjun, what's the matter?"

Akashi stepped back slowly, looked at her still pale cheeks, tilted his head in doubt, but didn't say anything, just took out the red armband from the drawer, and handed her one: "Put it on, We'll be out on patrol in a while."

"Are we two?" Donghua took it from him, put the armband on his right arm, and then took out a portable leather notebook from the documents in front of him.

"Well," Akashi also put on the armbands. He is slightly taller than the girl. Looking at it from his angle, the tail of the girl's headband hangs down and dangles on the back of the snow-white neck. It's itchy.He paused for a moment, then naturally stretched out his hand, gently picked up the mint green, and fixed it in the hairpin again.

Dong Hua felt something lightly touch the back of her neck suddenly, and the electric current was caught off guard and went numb all over her back, like No. [-]'s fluffy tail swept across her.She bit her lower lip, resisting the urge to shrink her shoulders, raised her eyelashes and looked over, but she was facing the slender palm that the boy hadn't had time to retract.

Ah, it really is number four...

"Did it scare you? I'm sorry." Now that she found out, the unretracted hand simply changed the path. Today, she braided her hair and it was not easy to rub it, so she had to take the next best thing to pinch her delicate earlobe.

Dong Hua shook her head lightly, because she was mentally prepared this time, she looked quite calm, and didn't even spend time to sort out her emotions: "I'm not scared."

Akashi slowly narrowed his eyes.

After the two of them got ready, the time was almost up, and they walked out with the notebook in their arms.

"Speaking of which," Donghua said first, "When I was in Diguang before, Zhengjun seemed to often participate in the Diguang Festival."

"I don't have any regular events." He pursed his lips, looked ahead, and said in a calm tone, "I just went to play chess."

The former Teiko Shogi club ace who had been kicked to pieces for three consecutive years raised his eyes and looked straight at him.

The boy with his hands in his pockets finally realized something, turned his head to meet his girlfriend's gaze, and after a while he vibrated his vocal cords and let out a short "ah".

Dong Hua looked away with a half-smile, and simply discussed with him: "I remember the school festival in the second year of junior high school. The prize at that time was half a year's canteen meal coupons, right? The minister had a heartache for a long time afterwards."

Coincidentally, he happened to have a shogi piece in his pocket, and he slowly traced the depression on the wooden piece with his fingertips: "Really."

"Well, I still remember," Donghua said in a brisk tone, "'Akashi-kun's Peerless Legend', five consecutive victories in shogi, eight consecutive victories in Go, ten consecutive victories in Othello... It should be said that it is indeed Zheng Jun ?"

During the conversation, we have already reached the first club, and the drama club has already put up posters, and the big heads of the male and female protagonists looking at each other affectionately are pasted outside the venue in rows.When they walked into the venue, they found that many students were still busy painting the background boards, and the students participating in the performance were holding the script and playing against each other.

Noticing that an officer from the student union was coming, the director of the drama club greeted him immediately: "President Akashi, and Secretary Xiyuanji! Good morning."

The two nodded at the same time.

"There is still one hour to go before the performance, will you come to see it then?" The director of the drama club handed over the club's division of labor list and actual on-site personnel to Donghua, and asked with a smile on his head, "It's very touching. Love story, very suitable for couples to watch."

Donghua paused at the tip of the notebook, feeling the temperature of her cheeks heat up again, facing the kind teasing from the unfamiliar senior, she still felt a feeling that her heart was overloaded.

"Well, thank you for the invitation," she heard her boyfriend reply calmly, "I will definitely come to join you if I have time."

Until the whole morning inspection mission was over, they kept running between various clubs, and of course they didn't have time to watch the "very touching love story".

"There's no training from the basketball club today, so let's eat directly at the student union. You should bring your lunch." Akashi turned his head and said to the girl, harvesting the single watches he received from the club into a dozen.

"Okay." Judging from their current positions, going to the student union is more convenient than going back to the classroom, and the schoolbags are also left in the student union's office. After thinking about this, Donghua nodded obediently.

"After you go back, can you invite Donghua to play a game with me?"

Dong Hua blinked, and also nodded in agreement.

When they returned to the student union, several students had already returned from the external office, and they seemed to be the same as them, planning to eat and take a nap in the office.

The two greeted them one by one.

Akashi pushed the door panel open, turned sideways to let her in first, and then pushed the door panel closed by himself.

Before Donghua had time to take a few steps towards the desk, someone grabbed her waist suddenly, and at the same time her lips were covered by a big hand, blocking her scream that was about to come out in her throat.

With his back pressed against the cold door, he lowered his eyes, and finally saw the girl's expression other than blank for the first time since this morning, Akashi raised the corners of his lips, and gently pinched her earlobe.

Dong Hua gasped, and pushed his shoulder anxiously.Across the door, there were all their colleagues. Although she knew that they would not knock on the door for nothing, shame still swept her heart, and even her neck was stained with crimson.

He touched it twice with great interest: "Finally there is a reaction."

As he spoke, he stroked the girl's cheek, making a gesture to kiss her.

The girl suddenly turned her head, his lips fell on the girl's tender cheeks, he paused, and said in a flat tone: "Winter flowers."

Dong Hua trembled when he called her, and she blinked innocently at him, her voice was weak: "The lipstick I put on today is sticking to the cup—"

Until her legs became limp from being kissed, she felt her boyfriend's strong forearm strangle her already so soft waist, and she vaguely saw a blush flying beside his lips—it was the lipstick she put on today color.

At the same time, something was suddenly stuffed into the palm that was unconsciously bent because the wrist was pressed against the door panel, and the hard wooden corner was pressed against the palm. She heard the boy's voice with a smile:

"General."

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