Ten minutes later, after eating the bento, I leaned back on the chair with my hands outstretched, looking up at the ceiling where there was nothing, and I was breathing heavily, as if the oxygen inhaled after a strenuous exercise was not enough to consume. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info, but in fact, my stomach is really going through some kind of vigorous movement and it's still going on. The sweet, sour and spicy sensation that constantly feeds back from the stomach is mixed into a feeling that makes you feel like swimming in a liquid made of vinegar and carbonated drinks, and you feel like you don't have the strength to eat even though you're full.

But it's lucky.... Only a little bit of hot sauce was sprinkled on the curry under the snow, and the rest was tomato sauce, so it was deceived at the beginning, because the temperature of the hot sauce was completely covered on the surface, but even so, it can't be said to be reassuring, because the slight spiciness, combined with the unique sourness of tomatoes, mixes with an indescribable strange taste, and ordinary people will probably complain about "which irresponsible chef came up with this kind of thing?" Something like that, of course, under the snow has become an irresponsible chef.... And I, just a fool with no choice.... I don't know how I ate that thing one bite at a time, I should have sent me a Most Faithful Taster trophy or something.... But the one-color jelly is very good, hmm.... The sweetness and softness are very good.Surprisingly capable.,Sister Caiyu.。

[Senpai, give!]

While I was still struggling with the discomfort of my stomach, Isseki took out a bottle of mineral water from somewhere, and gently held it in front of me with both hands.

I struggled to sit up, said [thank you], and then took it.

Glancing at the mineral water in his hand... Oh, is it the brand of Hokkaido Daisetsuzan natural mineral water... According to the TV commercial, this brand belongs to the kind of maintenance type, and it is rich in things that are good for the skin and development, of course, I don't know exactly how it is, if I want to talk about it, MAX coffee will do. But.... I sneaked a glance at the face sitting across from me, with my hands on the table, holding my chin, and looking at me with a smile... The slight bulging feeling is indeed similar to that under the snow, but Isshiki's age is a little younger than her.... Judging by this way, it is not completely useless.

Unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank a few big sips, no matter what, drink a little first to dilute the uncomfortable feeling...

[Hmm.... Hah....] Putting down the water bottle in his hand, he exhaled deeply [Thank you, great help.] ]

Indeed, in just a dozen seconds, this uncomfortable feeling has been diluted a lot. It seems that it is a good choice to drink a little bit of this mineral water once in a while... Of course, it would be better to drink a little under the snow.....

[Hawkers, well, you're welcome, seniors have worked hard. ] ]

Isshiki stretched out his hand and patted me gently on the shoulder, still with a smiling face that exuded youthful beauty, and his eyes were full of alternative flashes, a mysterious sense of a girl that people can never fathom, if you give the current Ichishi a rating, I give it 80 points. By the way, 95 points under the snow .... I'd love to give it a full score, but.... Hey, it's a fair nature.....

After a short break, Isshiki cleaned up the table, and I took the lunch box that once contained that memorable special curry and stood up, and now... I want to go back, and I asked, not only did I throw myself at the other side of the table, but I was still sitting on the other side of the table, not knowing what I was thinking

[It's not early, Ishshiki?]

[Isn't there twenty minutes left?]

[Normally, there are only 15 minutes left after returning to the classroom, and it is not ruled out that I will have a stomach ache and go to the health room and be delayed for another ten minutes.]

I don't feel bad right now, but.... My stomach has been hurting a lot lately, so why don't you go to the hospital first? Thinking of this, I unconsciously put my hand on my stomach and rubbed it.

[Well... It's not enough to wait for me first, there are some things to ask the seniors.]

Isseki got up from his chair a little unhappily, glared at me, walked over to the chair, and squatted down as if looking for something in the drawer.... I, did I do something wrong? Didn't I do anything?

While waiting for her, I sat down in my chair again, and saving a minute and a second to rest was my biggest criterion. About two minutes later, Isshiki came over with a large stack of white objects in his hands, about the thickness of three Japanese history textbooks.

With a "snap", she slapped the pile of things in her hand in front of me, supported the edge of the table with both hands, leaned down gently, and changed her face to a happy smile, as if she had received some reward, she looked at me with a slightly downward posture

[Senior, please do this.] ]

[W-what?]

Suddenly, I said inexplicably, please.... Looking at this pile of things with some confusion... It's page by page.. File?

Isshiki gently shook his little head and motioned for me to look through it.

In the urging gaze, I reached out and took the first page..."Second Quarter Budget Revenue and Expenditure Report of the Whole School Clubs", the title of the Chinese character mixed with hiragana deeply reflected in my mind.... As a result, do you still want me to make fake accounts...

[This... Can't you do it for a while, right?]

If you are an accomplice, you can't help it, although it is not my intention, but in terms of responsibility alone, I will pay half of it, and there is no distinction in justice whether you committed the crime voluntarily or under duress.

[Well, I know]

[Then why are you now....]

[Seniors... These are all things.... You have to take it home and make it. Suddenly, Isshiki's appearance became a little twisted, and his eyes were evasive, but he sat down in his chair and glanced to the side [because there were many.... Data to calculate... It's impossible to spend that little time in school alone....]

[Huh?] I looked at her in disbelief when I heard Isshiki's statement, isn't that right? You have to calculate it to make a fake account? Just add a part of the items and change the amount [Wait, what do you mean?]

[Because....] She turned her head back, pouted, and looked at me very unpleasantly, as if she was being forced to do something she didn't want to.... This should be me, right? [Because... I haven't done the budget work since last month.... So... Seniors...]

Ha..... I understand, this guy, when I put together two months of budget work and then use it as a fake account, I have to sort out the funding problems of the two months before making a fake account.... This efficiency is really high, Xiao Caiyu, you can get the results without using your hands. But.... Seeing her like this, she really wants to push everything, but this can't work, if you do it alone, it will take a week.

[I see...] Quickly checking the pair of papers on the table, it was split into two parts, only about a third of which was pushed in front of her.

[Former, senior?]

Isshiki made an even more pitiful expression, her big watery eyes tinged with a hint of pleading, but no! it was her job, and I helped most of it.

[Hmm.... Hmph!] Seeing my expression so determined, and knowing that she couldn't change the result, she snorted and pulled her head over as if she were twisting, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and some blush on her puffing cheeks. But I didn't continue to say anything, it was a tacit acquiescence, and I was finally relieved to see this look.

However, Isshiki suddenly stood up from his chair, ran to the drawer with his calves on his legs, and took out a jar of something very familiar in my puzzled gaze.... MAX Coffee.

Sit back down, pull the cap and take a few puffs, then [whew....] She let out a sigh of relief, put her coffee on top of her pile of papers, and stared back at me

[I'll give you this bottle of coffee when I'm done with it.]

Looking at her very serious expression, it doesn't seem to be a joke?

I took a look at the MAX that she had opened and drunk nearly half of it, which.... But even if I was given ten bottles of coffee, I wouldn't have said yes, and I couldn't get her into the habit of relying on others to solve problems.

[No, okay, don't make a fuss, it's time for class.] With that, I picked up my share and slowly walked to the door, there was no time to dwell on this matter anymore, I didn't want to be late for that violent teacher's class.

As if he had been hit by something, there was a weak sigh behind him, followed by a slight sound of footsteps a few seconds later, probably because he had only found out that the time was only ten minutes. Even if you don't like to study, Ichishiki will stick to the time to go to class.

[Senior.... After a gentle pat on my shoulder, a sales with a keychain passed through my shoulder and stopped at the side of my face.

After taking the key from her hand, I took my hand back, but I clearly felt the temperature of her body from the key, the metal piece that should have been cold now became warm, and there was a hint of Chanel's fragrance when it passed from the cheek to the nose, and sure enough, it was placed in... It's getting a little stiff, but there's no time to think about it now.

I quickly opened the lock, and after I opened the door a little bit with my hand to make sure it could be opened, I said with my back to Isseki

[Well, the key is on the door, so you can put it away yourself when you go out.] ]

[I see...]

However, when I opened the door to go out, the corner of my clothes behind me was pulled

[So? and...]

At the moment when I turned around and was about to ask what else was going on, my head was grabbed by a small hand that suddenly pulled me down, and a small, soft lip was blocked, and the part of the language that had not yet been spoken could no longer be spoken. The sudden change made me dilate my pupils and stare at this color feather that was already flushed with my eyes closed but still didn't let go, unable to make any effective movements and meaningful thoughts.

As I poured her scent into my nose, a familiar smell poured into my mouth along with a warm liquid, a taste that was so sweet that most people didn't like it..... In the only trace of reason, it is judged by the sense of taste using the tongue

――MAX Coffee.... But it's with her fragrance, her temperature... Coffee.