My front table is Echizen Ryoma

"If you're going to expect, expect me to win then."

Echizen Ryoma's words reverberated around Kitakami Yuki with his master's moving voice, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

Going north and returning home, he first locked himself in the room, threw himself on the bed, covered his face with a pillow, and rolled back and forth on the bed.

"Well, I just found out that Echizen is so annoying, why did that guy suddenly say such cool things again?"

"Handsome? It's actually very arrogant. But the courage to say such arrogant words is enough to be admired. Ah, that boy who is barely taller than me and has a lot of seniors in Taocheng actually said that he will be in the national competition. Winning! The metropolitan tournament hasn’t even started yet! He actually said, “National! National! Great! Yes! It’s almost as incredible as Kitakami Yuki saying that he’s going to win the championship next year in sports!” I, Kitakami Yuki, will Say something like that? Of course not!"

Kitakami Yuki silently analyzed in her heart that it was precisely because she lacked this kind of courage that when she found that her front desk, Echizen, had this characteristic, she couldn't help being deeply attracted.

Similarly, every time Beishang looks in the mirror and sees his ordinary black hair and black eyes, he always envies the dark green hair and amber cat eyes on the front table.

"Anyway," Kitakami Yuki thought, "if I can't have these, at least I will become good friends with the lucky one who owns them."

At the same time, Echizen Ryoma's family, Kitakami also appeared in Echizen's brain - although it was forced.

Echizen Nanjiro knocked on the door of Echizen Ryoma's room, smiling obscenely.

"Oh~ Yuki, right?"

Echizen looked up at him, then turned around and continued to write his homework, pretending not to hear.

Nanjiro imitated the tone of a girl, stroked his cheeks with his hands, shook his head shyly and said, "I am looking forward to seeing Ryoma-kun's outspin serve~."

"Hey!" Echizen looked at him angrily.

"Girls have already talked about this, brat, don't you show it at all?!"

Echizen half-closed his eyes, and lazily replied: "Girl? Well, I can't tell."

Nanjiro stroked his chin a few times and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Young man, is tennis the only thing in your world?"

"……certainly not."

Nanjiro scratched his face with his fingers, "Well, so, are you and Yuki from the Kitakami family really okay?"

Echizen thought for a while and replied, "We are friends."

"Yo, with a girl? It's so rare, how did you become friends?"

Echizen Ryoma was startled suddenly, realizing that he had indeed used the word "friend" just now.

He faltered, tried to avoid the question, but failed.

He could choose to refuse to answer Echizen Nanjiro's question, but he had to admit that Kitakami Yuki broke into his life in an extremely inelegant and rude way.

The girl who said good morning to him every day.

The girl whose stomach growled every morning at the last class.

The girl who babbles at him for a long time every day, but never cares whether he responds or not.

"Mints, do you want to eat?"

"I just like how short Echizen-san is super cute."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing Echizen's outspin serve."

She was annoying, but sometimes, Echizen felt that it was not a bad thing to have such an annoying guy by his side.

When Kitakami Yuki came to the place where the club applied, he began to realize that his Big Stomach Club was too weak to stand on the stage!

Beishang looked at the applications sent by others one by one.

"This 'Save the Earth Society' sounds so cool just hearing the name."

"This 'Defend Students Against Murder Tennis Club' also seems to be very constructive."

"Well, as for this 'Strategy of the Infirmary Teachers' Association', it looks stupid, oh, it was returned as expected."

As soon as she finished speaking, a boy wearing glasses beside her grabbed the application form in her hand and ran away in tears.

Kitakami took a look at the boy's back and thought, would Mr. Akiyama be very happy to know that this person had a crush on her?

After Beishang finished evaluating other people's applications, she glanced at her own application.

"The name 'Big Stomach King Association' is simply an application that can be rejected at a glance."

Kitakami Yuki sighed, thinking hard about the application.

"Perhaps, it should be modified a little bit."

Rina Fujiwara was the first to be informed that the application had been posted to the school.

"What?! Mathematics club?! Are you sure you don't want to be an enemy of the whole world with such a crazy club? I'd rather you build a big eater club!"

Kitakami Yuki scratched his head: "I've thought about it carefully, and it's not impossible to do the work of the Big Stomach King Club under the cover of a mathematics club, and this club can obviously easily pass the application, isn't it?"

Fujiwara Rina pressed her temples: "Sometimes, it must be admitted that you have a very high IQ. This is really a good way," she paused, "However, do you know that there must be at least five Members?"

Kitakami blinked, not seeming surprised by what Fujiwara said.

"Five people including myself, right?"

"Yes."

"That's just right, I just made up five people."

Rina Fujiwara folded her arms and glared at her, "I'm sure you wrote my name, right?"

Kitakami Yuki nodded, and stretched out her hands to give her a thumbs up. This is the gesture of "long live the friendship" between them.

"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you, so what about the other three."

"Well, they are Ryuzaki Sakurano, Kosakata Tomika and Echizen Ryoma."

Echizen at the front desk happened to buy a Ponta at this moment and returned to his seat.

"what?"

Kitakami explained to him calmly: "I have created a new mathematics club, are you interested, Echizen?"

Echizen took a sip of the Ponta in his hand, and replied blankly: "No."

Kitakami breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. I knew you weren't interested, so I signed it for you."

Echizen almost sprayed her face with a mouthful of Ponta.

Fujiwara tried his best to help Kitakami make things better, "Ryoma-kun, anyway, you want to participate in the tennis club's training, and the mathematics club is just a nominal club for you, so it doesn't matter."

Kitakami nodded, "That's right. That's what I told Ryuzaki and Kosakata, and they all agreed."

As sharp as Fujiwara, Fujiwara cast doubtful eyes, "Are you sure?"

Kitakami smiled, and said frankly: "Actually, I told them that Echizen students volunteered to join this club. Kosakata also told me that she would let all members of the Echizen Fan Club join, although I didn't know , How many people will there be in the support team?"

This time, Echizen once again barely resisted the urge to spray a mouthful of Ponta all over her face.

"Kitagami, are you bored?" Echizen glared at her angrily.

"It's okay. But, Echizen you taught me this idea, 'If you like it, build one', I think you said it really well."

Echizen twitched the corner of his mouth: "Did I ask you to build a mathematics club? Did I ask you to pull me into a group?"

"The mathematics club is actually just a cover, we can eat a lot of food during club activities~, don't worry about this, Echizen."

"...Who's worried about that kind of thing?"

In short, after untold hardships, the Big Stomach Club under the guise of a mathematics club has really been established.

President Kitakami was very excited about this and decided to hold a club meeting after school that day.

At the time of the meeting, Kitakami Yuki sat on the sofa in the club activity room provided by the school solemnly, waiting for the arrival of the club members.

First came Fujiwara.

Then, no one came again.

President Kitakami took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed to the empty club activity room—as if someone was standing in front of her, "This is the end of today's meeting, the meeting is adjourned."

Fujiwara yawned and clapped his hands slowly.

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Go out at 06:30 in the morning and arrive home at 06:30 in the afternoon.

TVT

Part-time jobs are tiring.

It will be updated every two days.

I was so tired, I fell asleep.

Goodnight everybody.

[Visual guessing is that there will be typos. I don’t have time to revise the essay today. I’ll fix it after a few days of my part-time job. QAQ]