Four cherry blossom petals set off the coffin board

"A haunted house is the best choice, okay?"

"Wouldn't it be perfect for a maid cafe?"

The twitter classroom is full of different voices, questioning other people's ideas, and fighting hard, trying to sell their own suggestions, thinking that their own ideas are the best.

His neck was red and he didn't see anything coming out of their quarrel.

"What do you think? Flowers." Xiao Bu turned to me and asked.

The cultural festival of Didan High School is about to start again. After getting the news, everyone is gearing up and planning to amaze the audience on the day of the cultural festival. I don’t know if it’s amazing or not. Anyway, Guan is now proposing what to do that day, which is all kinds of things. A hundred flowers bloom.

From the most common ones, such as dessert shop haunted house, are all under discussion.

"Haunted house..." I didn't think about it. With my many years of experience in hell, I guarantee that I can perfectly reproduce a complete hell-style haunted house. From the shape of the ghost to the torture props, I can guarantee that it will be possible in a hundred years. The original flavor hell that makes the visitors endless aftertaste.

Xiao Bu's expression was blank for a moment.

He hesitated for a moment: "Haunted house, it seems to sound good."

But obviously this is not something that a few of us can decide.

The voice in the classroom was suddenly quiet, and then broke out with a more intense voice than before.

"Maids are the hottest ones, okay? Is there any of you who wouldn't want to see Nishi-san, Doma-san, and Arisukawa-san dressed as maids?"

One person shouted, and the sound of his throat being torn made him break out of the encirclement, hovering over the classroom like a downtown.

This sentence seems to have opened up some of the two veins of Ren and Du, or aroused some strange hobbies of other students.

So hula hula rushed to the front of the blackboard, and contributed their votes for the option of the maid cafe.

Taking the top spot in this contest in overwhelming and dramatic fashion, the winner is the Maid Cafe, if nothing else, then nothing.

"I remember the last school festival, the long-lost Kudo-senpai also appeared." I don't know who said with emotion, "I hope we can see the senior at this cultural festival."

"Yeah, I haven't seen Kudo-senpai for a long time, I really want to see the reasoning scene of the senior with my own eyes!"

Um?What's the matter, you still want to see the scene of the case?

The class theme for the next week's cultural festival has been decided, and the activity committee Wei Jifeng called out in the class in a slow tone: "So, is there any student who can be in charge of the venue design?"

What a strange tone, that kind of slow and steady feeling, so I looked at it a few more times curiously.

Just these few glances, the smiling activity committee members looked at me, and after a few glances at each other, I couldn't help but look away.

After a while, I heard Weiji Feng slowly say: "That's you, Arisukawa-san."

I turned around in surprise, and what I saw was the back of Weiji Feng leaving.

Why is her reflex arc so long.

No, I just exchanged glances with her, why did you decide that I will be the site designer?

Probably there is no other choice. Everyone else in the class seems to be assigned the task. Even Xiaobu and the others have to hand-paint the menu and signboard.So, I took a sketchbook and sat on the table in a daze.

There is still one week until the cultural festival.

There is time, but this task is given to me, so I can't help but rack my brains to complete it and do my best.

So in the next few classes, facing the blank notebook, I was full of thoughts about how to use such a small classroom to decorate a coffee shop, which is small and complete.

The first thing that comes to mind is the shop in Hell. It used to be a Cowherd’s shop, but was transformed into a fox coffee shop by Mr. Ghost Lamp, um, a bunch of fluffy little foxes.

I shook my head, throwing all the little foxes out of my mind.

Fox ears maid?No, I'm not thinking about clothing right now.

What I want is the terrain of the site. I tried my best to recall it, and drew the general internal layout of Fox Coffee Shop from memory. In order to increase the visual sense, I also drew some styles of tables and chairs.

The little boy next to him looked over excitedly, and was a little surprised: "Hey, this..."

I was suddenly a little nervous, staring at Xiao Bu, wondering what she was thinking.

"It looks like a retro style." Xiao Bu bowed his head in thought, "It feels like the old style of the Taisho Showa era."

"very nice!"

Why?Is that so?

"But it's a pity that our desks and chairs can't reach this level. There are also stairs. This kind of recessed shape looks good, but do you want to think about it again? The space that the classroom can provide is still limited."

It seems that it is so.

I silently opened a new side of paper and continued to write and draw.

Later, I felt dissatisfied and too monotonous, and my plan was once again abandoned by me.

Seeing that I was thinking about this matter all day long, Xiao Bu and Ebina couldn't help running over to give me advice.

"It's better to go to the scene to experience things like site design." Xiao Bu clasped his hands together, his eyes full of smiles.

"It's good to listen to the opinions of professionals once in a while." Ebina nodded in agreement.

So is that why you guys brought me to Café Poirot?

Indeed, the coffee shop, the main element is there.

The area is not too large, and the space looks very suitable for copying to the classroom. From the looks of it, it seems to be a good choice.

"welcome!"

The doorbell made a crisp sound as the glass door was pushed open, and the waiter inside also raised his head and smiled at us after hearing the news.

Ah, that damn, charming, smiling face.

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I smiled awkwardly and politely at the face I saw last night.

Seriously, this guy is almost taking over our house, running around all day long.

Judging by their posture, they wish they could live together for a long time.

Especially in the name of discussing that organization, and often discussing with Jing Guang and others around the table behind closed doors.Fall to zero!Don't you have your own home!ah?No matter how many small cakes you bring, it is useless!Because Jingguang can do it too...)

If it was before, seeing his face would still be amazing.But now I see it almost every day, and I'm numb.

"Oh, so that's it. Are you preparing for the cultural festival?" After hearing what Xiao Bu and the others said, the man propped his chin and nodded, his face suddenly enlightened.

"Wow, is it the cultural festival of Di Dan?" Miss Xiao Zi who was next to her also heard it, and came over curiously.

Xiao Bu continued: "Yes, and I also want to refer to your menu, may I ask?"

"Of course." Jiang Gu Ling had a bright face, and agreed very readily, "If there is anything you don't understand, you can come and ask at any time."

I agreed so casually, I was a little surprised, thinking that this kind of shop would keep its menu secret.

"Wow!" Xiao Bu and Ebina exclaimed happily.

I was drinking juice next to me and didn't want to talk.

"Thank you Miss Xiaozi and Mr. Amuro, I will definitely come over to give you the invitation poster after we finish it." Xiaobu thanked politely.

Jiang Gu Ling waved his hand: "It's okay, if your promotional poster comes out, you can also consider hanging it with us."

This can attract more foot traffic.

What's more, it's a well-known shop like Polo Cafe in Mihua Town.After all, there is a signature Mori Kogoro on it.

So there are still a lot of people coming, and the passenger flow effect brought about by this is absolutely unimaginable.

The promise hit us all like a huge surprise.

I really didn't expect Jiang Gu Ling to be so generous. I looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. Why did this guy suddenly become so kind? It's been like this for the past few days. When he sees me, he has a very eye-catching smile , makes me wonder if he has any intentions.

Is this store his?I began to think deeply.

"Thank you Mr. Amuro!"

"It's okay, just have fun at the cultural festival."

In this way, our problem has almost been solved, and the extremely enthusiastic Jiang Gu Ling is still eager to try, and tried to give us some food production steps.

Some are almost the exclusive secret recipe of Café Poirot, and they are still very generous to teach us.

If it wasn't for Xiaobu and the others, they were too embarrassed to prostitute so much for nothing, so they would look like Jiang Guling, as if they could finish it all in one breath.

Even Miss Xiaozi cast a horrified look, as if she wanted to cover his babbling mouth.

It's a miracle that Café Poirot is still alive.

When they finished solving the menu problem, they cast their eyes on me, sitting in the corner and scratching my head facing the general layout.

"Is this enough to eat?" Jiang Gu Ling pulled away the chair beside me, sat down and looked at me. "not hungry?"

A glass of orange juice and a honey pudding.

"Ah, don't you know." I lay down on the table and felt the despair of drawing, so I started to draw cats on one side, and the black pen was outlining cats with strange shapes one after another under my hand, " We cannot satisfy our hunger by eating the food of this world, only the food that has been offered can truly become our food."

So I just taste it.

And this pudding, I just ate it two days ago, it was in the breakfast made by Jing Guang.

You both taste the same.

Whether it is sugar or heat.

Jiang Gu Ling was indeed a little surprised, because he didn't know about this before.

His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly showed a calm look.

"That's it, I understand."

Um?You get it again.I figured it out that night.

It was Matsuda's growling voice and Jing Guang's dumbfounded face.

After sleeping well on the bed, I turned over and was surrounded by a lot of food, thinking that I crushed the egg in my dream.

Carrying the dirty quilt, Matsuda Zhenping choked speechlessly.

Serving food overnight, I am afraid that my friends will be hungry.

Really have yours, Jiang Gu Ling.

Have you ever thought about the possibility that we really have no shortage of food...