My front table is Echizen Ryoma

Fujiwara spent the day's club activities peacefully.

No one deliberately mocked her in front of her, and no one did anything excessive to her. It will appear in all idol dramas. She has never encountered the plot of the heroine being bullied. Of course, there will be no prince-like Characters came to rescue her.

In fact, she was not sure whether the prince's karate was as good as hers.

But she was still a little hypocritical. Before leaving, she pretended to be sad and said to Beishang.

"Xiaoyu, I don't want to go to the women's net department anymore."

Kitakami looked at her in surprise, "You don't really want to come to the mathematics club, do you?"

"..."

"President, I don't accept people, go back to your tennis club."

"..."

Seeing Fujiwara staring blankly at her without replying for so long, Kitakami was a little worried.

She stopped joking and looked at her seriously, "Fujiwara, don't you really want to go?"

Fujiwara was a little guilty, and felt that it would be better not to continue this bloody plot. She opened her mouth to explain, but she heard Kitakami say again.

"Then don't go, you can play tennis wherever you like, street tennis courts, and... the indoor tennis courts you mentioned?"

Seeing her so enthusiastically giving advice to herself, Fujiwara suddenly felt like continuing to lie to her, and she pretended to be embarrassed and said to Kitakami: "The indoor one is very expensive."

"I can help you. But it won't be until next month. I have run out of pocket money this month. By the way, my parents are both coaches of the basketball team. Maybe I know some tennis coaches? I can also ask Senior Taocheng to teach You, he should be cheaper than any tennis coach!"

"Hush! Don't let Senior Taocheng hear your words, Yuu."

"It's okay, he won't be angry. Also, do you know that there is a math competition for middle school students in the United States, and the prize money is said to be very high. After I go to participate in that, there will be a lot of money. When the time comes, say Maybe I can buy an entire tennis court! Ah, it seems impossible. How much does a tennis court cost, Fujiwara?"

Fujiwara couldn't bear to lie to her any longer, so she burst out laughing. "Xiaoyu is such an idiot."

She held back her smile and looked at Beishang gently, "What I said before was a lie to you. I will continue to go to the women's tennis department. As for the price of a tennis court, I can't afford it even if I sell you. Don't think about it Well, you'd better be the president of your mathematics club."

Recalling this point, Fujiwara smiled and said to Ryuzaki beside him, "Sakura, let's start practicing."

It doesn't matter if she is in the election or not, if someone supports her, she just continues to play her favorite tennis.

Meanwhile, her best friend, Kitakami Yuki is facing a big problem.

A notice was pasted on the door of the mathematics club.

"If your club still does not carry out meaningful club activities, our school will take back the right to use Room 305 of the Mathematics Club."

Beishang calmly tore off the notice, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into his schoolbag.

She took out the key, opened the door, and walked into the empty room 305.

What is she going to do next?

Just do your homework.

She took out her math homework and stationery from her schoolbag, spread them on the table, and began to study them seriously.

Is it appropriate to write math homework in the math club?

Tsk, sounds boring to death!

She can somewhat understand that the school is going to take back Room 305.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house. She looked up from her homework and glanced at the person outside the door. Seeing that it was a boy she didn't know, she lowered her head again.

The man walked up to her on his own. "Excuse me, is this the mathematics club?"

"Yeah." She replied without looking up.

"Uh, there seems to be no one there." He looked around. Among the indoor clubs of Qingxue, this activity room was considered large.On the left side of the room, there is a large dark brown table surrounded by six or seven chairs. On the right side are cabinets, bookshelves, and two goose yellow sofas facing each other. There is a white coffee table between the sofas.The walls are decorated with quotes and portraits of Euclid, Gauss, Descartes and other mathematicians.

The only human being in this classroom is currently doing homework on the coffee table.

She didn't seem to care about him either.

He raised his glasses frame, raised his voice and asked her, "Excuse me, where's your president?"

The girl put down the pen in her hand, propped her chin with her hand, and looked up at him. "What do you want from her?"

He sat on the sofa opposite her. "The exam at the end of the month is approaching, and my math has not been very good, so I would like to ask your president or your members to help me with math."

"Well, let me think about it."

"Um……"

He is not good at talking to girls, his knees are tightly closed at the moment, his hands are on top, his forehead is sweating all the time, and he looks very nervous.He secretly looked up at her to make sure she was done thinking.Her hair was not long, it was lowered to a little over her shoulders, and she tied it into a high ponytail at the moment. When she lowered her head in thought, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and her eyelashes fluttered. She was a very cute girl.

He looked towards the door, always looking forward to someone officially coming in through the door, to dispel the uncomfortable atmosphere of being alone with girls.

What kind of person would the chairman of the mathematics club be?

He's probably a boy, wearing glasses, with an old-fashioned personality, er, he seems to be this kind of person, but he happens to be bad at mathematics, and he can compete with those unscrupulous young people with dyed hair and riding motorcycles.

"Okay," the girl said at this moment, her voice clear and clear, "Come here to find me after school tomorrow."

He felt that his brain was a little confused. What does she mean by this? Is she coming to make up lessons for herself?How could this little girl be good at math?Let's be the mascot of the Mathematics Club at most! "I don't quite understand what you mean, I want to meet your president, okay?"

"President?" She raised her voice and looked at him incredulously, "Isn't the president just me?"

"Eh?!"

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, I'm going home too, let's go."

He stood up in a daze, and when he walked to the door, he hesitated for a moment. He still went back into the house uneasy, and asked her: "Are you really okay? It looks like you are only in the first grade, right?"

She nodded without denying it, "That's right, I'm in the first grade, what's wrong?"

"I'm studying mathematics in the second grade..."

"No problem." She replied, and then asked him back, her tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, "Can mathematics in the second grade be called mathematics? Come and talk to me about mathematics after you go to university."

"You can do college mathematics? You, you're not kidding, are you?" He looked at her tremblingly, as if looking at a monster.

She blinked and smiled at him, "Of course I'm joking. Are you an idiot? How could I know mathematics in college?"

"..." I feel like I've been tricked.

"By the way, what's your name, I want to register."

"I, Ito Sawaya"

"Oh, my name is... No, you don't need to know my name, just call me President."

After Itosawa also walked out of this strange and remote mathematics club, he walked down the corridor on the third floor sullenly, constantly recalling the behaviors of that strange girl who claimed to be the president, her thoughts were confused, her tone was arrogant, It seems that there is still a little secondary disease?

You don't even tell him your name, how can you make him believe it!

But, thinking about the dismal marks he got after each math test, he decided to give it a try.

The next day, he arrived as scheduled.

"Sit down." The president sat on the sofa and changed several sitting positions before he sat down. He saw her right hand sticking out from under the cushion on the sofa.

"Is there something under the cushion?"

"No! You think too much!"

Sensing the other party's unnaturalness, he didn't say much, and laid out the unfamiliar topic in front of her.

"Your math looks really bad."

The same arrogant tone as yesterday made people uncomfortable.

"That's why I need your help, Mr. President." He said ironically. He really felt that the president was unreliable.

Apparently pleased by his phrase "Master President", she raised the corners of her lips and began to delve into those topics.

He didn't trust her very much, and he didn't hold out much hope for her.But to his surprise, a few minutes later, she said, "It's very simple", and then buried herself in the topic and began to write.

After 10 minutes, she handed him the completed topic.

"It's unbelievable!" After he took it, he flipped through a few pages at random, and found that the process of answering each question was clear and concise. He followed the steps carefully, and a math problem he thought was extremely difficult was actually solved by the girl in a few minutes. It's done.

"It's unbelievable." He said it again, and looked up at the president, "Mr. President, you are amazing!" He assured that the voice of Mr. President was from the heart.

"Heh, heh, it's okay."

Her voice was obviously tired, and upon closer inspection, she still had faint dark circles under her eyes, which was proof that she stayed up late yesterday, and what he suspected before was a second-grade book under the cushion. The math book she borrowed from her third-grade senior.

She is indeed very good at mathematics, and indeed has a good talent, but this does not mean that she can master second-grade mathematics without a teacher.Fortunately, this student Ito's mathematics level is comparable to that of the first grade, and the questions he used are really simple.

Of course, even if it is really difficult, as long as she can do it, she will definitely say something like "It's super simple".

An hour later, Ito hugged the math problems filled with the process, and bowed gratefully to the president, "Thank you so much!"

"For tomorrow, don't expect me to do it all for you."

"Yes!" Ito packed up his things and was about to leave. When he walked to the door, he saw a young man standing at the door, wanting to enter but not entering.

The boy looked at him and frowned. "This is the mathematics club?"

"Yeah." Ito raised his glasses frame, "Do you have anything to do with our president?"

"Master President?" The young man repeated it angrily, and forced a smile, "What a good name."

Ito didn't know who this boy was, but he always felt that he was hostile to the president of his family. When he was about to question him further, the president heard the voice and walked over. After seeing the boy, she was surprised Eyes wide open, Ming suppressed his joy, calling out his name as calmly as possible.

"Earlier?"

The author has something to say:

I'm going to see "The Aftermath" tonight.

So it's too late to catch bugs.

Catch again at night.