[Net King] Uncle, you are arrogant!

If not long ago someone asked Qingyang what was the most annoying thing in his life?She will answer without hesitation and do math exercises.

That was a memory that she was unwilling to take away even if she was reborn again. It is conceivable how much she hates mathematics.

But now, there is one more thing that Qingyang hates, suffers and hates deeply, and that is sewing, which she hates very much recently.

She thought that the puppet trend that was all the rage would gradually dilute everyone's enthusiasm for it with the passage of campus study and life, but in fact it was just the beginning of a new craze.

Not only did the girls chat around sewing puppets, but their home economics teacher also changed the cooking class to a manual class during the class, and left an assessment homework at the end of the class.

Almost at the same time, Qingyang foresaw a gloomy future for her...

Although the home economics class will not be counted in the overall evaluation score, this subject is also a reference condition for the overall evaluation, so Qingyang has a difficult time.

Because she found that she had never prepared handmade materials herself, and used what was already in the home economics classroom.

To be honest, her handiwork is a bit unbearable even to see it.

"Tomoko, let's go together after school, we don't have enough balls of thread for puppets."

Girl A in the same class said to girl B sitting next to her when class was over, Qingyang couldn't help but look back.

Girl B tidied up the textbooks on the desk casually, and replied softly and gently: "Okay, I just finished reading my comic book, and I want to go to the bookstore."

In this way, the two friends decided to go shopping after school.

Hearing this, Qingyang rested her chin on one hand and thought, should she also buy some materials for sewing puppets?After all, the teacher in the home economics class next week who is immersed in love mode will check everyone's completed results.

Then, in order to cope with this spot check, Qingyang also decided to step into the handmade specialty store near Heidei for the first time after school.

She needs to buy some handmade parts, such as sewing needles of various sizes, cloth for dolls, thread balls of different colors and stuffing inside.

It's just that she was at a loss when she saw the fillings at hand, because she had never bought these things before, so she didn't know which one was suitable for making puppet.

She squeezed the soft cotton, then looked at the so-called chicken coop grass, still unable to make a choice.

The manager of this store is a beautiful young woman. Seeing Qingyang standing there, not knowing what to do, she kindly reminded her: "Student, ordinary cotton is too soft. During the sewing process of puppet It is easy to deform, and chicken coop grass is not suitable for people who sew for the first time, so it is best to use pearl cotton."

Qingyang suddenly realized, with a surprised expression on her face that she had been popularized: "Ah, that's right. Thank you, I'll take a look again."

The beautiful store manager gave a gentle smile indifferently, and turned around to entertain other students who came to buy materials.

With more and more people in the store, Qingyang looked around the store. Almost all the people who came here to buy things were students from different schools, and there were also a few girls wearing Hyotei school uniforms.

Since most of the handicraft students were female, Qingyang expressed surprise when she saw a boy among the group of girls, and she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

That boy played tennis, because he was carrying a tennis bag she was familiar with, and was wearing the team uniform of an unknown school. Since his back was facing her, he couldn't see which school the team uniform belonged to.The boy has blue-gray hair, and there is a happy little braid tied behind his head.

He seemed to be very familiar with the store manager, and he knew more about hand sewing than her, so he quickly picked out the things he needed.

Soon, Qingyang saw that he bought a lot of materials that he might never use.

But according to what he bought, Qingyang was enlightened, and finally knew where she was going to start.

Then...she also bought some of the same items as that boy...

The boy hadn't left the store yet, and he suddenly found it very interesting to hear that a girl next to him ordered nearly half of the things he bought as if copying his words.

There was a flash of interest in the topaz-colored eyes, and he looked at the girl following the voice, and the girl was also looking at him, and gave him a grateful look.

The corner of his mouth involuntarily hooked up slightly, his guess was right, he was indeed a very funny person, and somehow he was thanked with his eyes.

"Pfft."

Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes, apparently in a particularly good mood, at this time Qingyang also saw the school logo on the boys' uniforms.

Hey... Kanagawa Lihai is big...

After a while, the boy paid the bill and left the store carrying the bag of 'trophies'. Qingyang had no time to think about it, and soon regarded this meeting as a dispensable episode.

In the next few days, Qingyang spent time thinking about how to sew the puppet. She took these materials home and studied for a long time without daring to start.

"Well... let's go to school tomorrow and ask Xiangze." Having come to the above conclusion, Qingyang seriously thought about whether he had any unfinished homework, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

She lamented that a person must be motivated when doing something, but all her motivation comes from the threat of Master Atobe.

Thinking of this, Qingyang who was hiding in the quilt couldn't help crying out. Damn it, she seems to be used to reporting to the student union every day. The first thing to do when entering the student union is to get a semir mop. It's enough!

Just as she complained without nutrition and countermeasures, drowsiness hit her, and it was rare that she had no dreams all night.

******

"Hiss..." There were red blood beads on the finger pricked by the needle, Qingyang touched the pocket of the school uniform, took out a piece of OK bandage from the school doctor, tore it off, and stuck it to the new needle hole with a gloomy expression Stopped the blood that was still bubbling out.

Qingyang was shedding lasagna tears, she was sure now that she didn't have the nerve to do handicrafts at all!Eight of her ten fingers were severely damaged for this puppet.

Originally, she wanted to consult Kazawa Liu, although the teacher taught the sewing process, but the teacher talked too fast, and she didn't listen very carefully, and she almost forgot all about it after she finished speaking.

But she also forgot that Xiang Zeliu is a very unreliable person, asking her is like not asking.

"Huh? How to make a puppet? I made it according to my own understanding, it's very simple~"

The above are the original words of Kazawa Liu's optimist and perfunctory school.

Qingyang gave Xiangzeliu a pair of rolling eyes, and chose to shrink back to the quiet student union to study.

The result of the research is that she has no talent for handicrafts at all, the puppet was not made, and her fingers were almost stuck into a hornet's nest.

When Qingyang's last finger finally became a victim of sewing, she repeated the action she did a few minutes ago, taking out the OK bandage—tearing it off—gluing it on.

This is the scene Atobu opened the door to see.

Uncle Atobe's eyes twitched suddenly, why did he become a disabled person after not seeing him for a day?

"Huh? Can you tell my uncle what you are doing?"

Qingyang was lazy to look at the trace department, sighed deeply, filled with a sense of powerlessness: "I'm sewing dolls, the homework left by the teacher."

"Huh! You can't even make puppets. Duanmu, didn't you bring your IQ from China?" In fact, the uncle of the Ministry of Miracle is quite vicious at times, and Qingyang said that he wanted to blow his hair when he heard it.

She stood up abruptly and glared angrily at Mr. Atobe who was standing and talking without backache: "It's not easy at all to make this thing, why don't you try it!"

******

"It's so difficult, Duanmu, you are too stupid."

Qingyang squatted obediently next to Master Atobe, seeing that Atobe's nimble movements did not look like a young master who stretched out his clothes and opened his mouth.Her eyes popped in surprise.

"Atobe SAMA, don't you hate puppets very much, why are you so good at this?"

It's true that he hates puppets, but that doesn't mean he can't make them by hand, and there is no conflict between the two.What's more, the home economics class exists among every student, and no one will be an exception.

"There's nothing my uncle can't do. Besides, it's the first time making a puppet."

"Hey...it's amazing!" Qingyang was once again dissatisfied with the eccentricity of the creator. She watched other people's sewing process and experienced it herself, but she could only make similar shapes, and the shape was very rough, which was an inferior product. .

But Mr. Atobe didn't think that handicrafts were a problem at all, and he started directly, as if handicrafts were commonplace.She wouldn't admit that Mr. Atobe shocked her when he said it was his first time making a puppet.

"SAMA Atobe, this job is not suitable for you, I'll do it myself~~" Mr. Atobe won't damage his imperial aura even if he holds a puppet that doesn't match his temperament, but Qingyang thinks that he It's better to do things by yourself, so I snatched back the things in Atobe's hands without thinking.

"hiss……"

The student union office was completely silent, Qingyang immediately lowered her head, with the dark background behind her as a foil.

After a moment of silence, she touched the pocket of her school uniform again, took out the last OK bag inside, and tremblingly handed it to Mr. Atobe.

"SAMA Atobe, you are bleeding..."

Atobe supported his forehead helplessly with his uninjured hand, and suddenly remembered what the butler said when he left the house in the morning, and it really came true.

"Master, you should ask the school for leave. It is not suitable to go out today. It is written in the almanac that you will have a bloody disaster."

He would think it would be more appropriate if the disaster of blood and light were replaced by the disaster of innocence.

"Duanmu Qingyang!"

"To!"

"This semester, the hygiene of the student union office is all entrusted to you, and my uncle will not refuse."

"...Hmm." Crying blindly! QQ