A year ago, the last Summer A had just ended

At Emir High School, An Xiaoxi stumbles into the territory of her rival Hayashima Otome, the club room of the Lady Club that we mentioned about three chapters ago......

"It's our subordinate An Xiaoxi, right? My husband is waiting for you in the third waiting room on the right hand side of the door. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Seventeen respectfully pushed open the door and said mockingly.

"You don't have to follow me, I'm not a prisoner, I know how to go. An Xiaoxi saw that after he entered the door, No. 17 still followed silently, and couldn't help but say angrily.

"Then what's the matter, my husband said that you are a distinguished guest, but you want me to be hospitable. Seventeen replied without humility or arrogance.

"Cut, don't think I don't know what she thinks!" An Xiaoxi snorted coldly and quickly turned his head back. With a sigh, she had to take her heavy steps again and walk slowly towards the cannibalistic house.

There is no way, who let himself lose, An Xiaoxi thought gloomily.

I thought there was a high popularity of my sister's booth.,Plus the doujinshi that I and the members of the art club worked together to complete.,I'm sure I'll be able to abuse this lady club president who just wants to enter the book world and only knows [beep-] all day.。 So at that time, she set up a bet with Hayashima Otome, compared to the doujinshi sales of Xia A in three days, and the loser had to promise the winner a condition that was not too much......

Then who would have thought that Yakumo Suzuzu, who was ranked 68th on the painter list in the school, also fell into the clutches of Hayashima Otome and began to die for her! Sister An Xiaoqian's reputation really attracts a lot of tourists, but they all come to buy her sister's works...... The doujinshi of the art club is stacked in a small corner of the stall, and it is not uncommon for anyone to look at it, let alone sell it.

"Don't forget our bet, come to our club after school tonight to talk about life and ideals. Hayashima Otome's crazy laughter still echoes in An Xiaoxi's ears.

"President, take care!"

"We will always remember that you were good to us!"

"President, you are with you! Don't give in, you are our root, you are our soul!"

In the farewell of the members of the art club, An Xiaoxi embarked on the road to the base camp of the Lady Club......

"Ah, isn't this An Xiaoxi, welcome to the rare guest!"

As soon as she pushed the door open, An Xiaoxi saw Hayashima Otome sitting on a huge leather seat and greeted her. Her hand was picking at the softness of Yakumo Suzume's chest, and Yakumo Suzuzu was held in Hayashima Otome's arms like a giant baby, her face was flushed, her chest rose and fell to meet Hayashima Otome's hand, with a slight coquettishness, looking at her sweetheart with affection.

Sensing that Hayashima Otome was about to get up, Yakumo Suzuzu reluctantly got up from her and stepped aside. It's really bad for her good mood, after winning the art club on Xia A, her status in the Lady Club has risen to No. 8, and she has also won the reward of her husband's spoiling of herself alone in the past few days, she can't wait to split a minute into sixty seconds.

As a result, because of An Xiaoxi's arrival, she had to move away from her husband's body, which was really unhappy! But it was her husband's mood that was the most important, and at this time, she should let it go, Yakumo Suzuzu had already completely put the needs of Hayashima Otome in the supreme position in her heart.

"I'm already here, hurry up and finish the bet, I'm still in a hurry to go home for dinner. ”

"What's the hurry, come, take a seat. ”

Yakumo Suzuzu stepped forward with a good eye and pulled out the chair opposite Hayashima Otome.

"In order to welcome you, I specially brewed the best black tea to entertain you. Hayashima Otome snapped her fingers, and Seventeen entered the room again, serving a hot pot of tea and two teacups......

What happened next, An Xiaoxi doesn't remember it very clearly. She drank the bowl of hot tea, and then her consciousness became very blurry.

The only remaining memory is that she and Hayashima Otome made another bet: the next summer A is the battlefield, and there is another doujinshi sales comparison, and the loser will become the other party's personal maid for two months, and he cannot violate any of his master's orders to himself, unless his life is threatened......

Of course, as for whether Hayashima Otome took advantage of herself at that time, An Xiaoxi didn't know, but she noticed that the last layer of the diaphragm in her mysterious place was still there, so her hanging heart also relaxed...... The only remaining problem is the next Xia A's bet.

This is the end of the memories

"So to be reasonable, you can't find a place to live in the neighborhood with so many people. An Xiaoxi concluded, "Or, can you come to my house? My house is really not too far from here......

"That sounds like a good idea. Ye Zidie thought about it.

"But I don't have any spare rooms in my house, so you two have to squeeze into the same bed with me. Don't worry, though, my bed is big enough. ”

"Uh...... Let's think again. Ling Xing hurriedly said. Sleeping in the same room with An Xiaoxi, doesn't that mean that some bedtime entertainment between her and her sister can't be carried out casually?

"That's right, let's wait until the evening. Ye Zidie then realized this, so she echoed casually.

"Okay, but you're always welcome to come if you want to. ”

Through the special passage, in the envious and jealous eyes of others, Ling Xing and his party entered the ComicBuilding early, and now the tourists have not yet entered, and it is still the time for the organizer and the staff of the SOS Painters Association to jointly arrange the venue, and those who can enter in advance are all vendors like Ling Xing......

They soon approached the rookie painter booth prepared for Ling Xing, and the position of Xia A of the Art Club was here. Having learned the lessons of the last time she used her sister's stall, An Xiaoxi vowed that this time she must rely on the art club itself, or Ling Xing itself, to create its due value.

"Ling Xing, you've already arrived?"

At this moment, a strange man dressed in Lolita came and greeted Ling Xing, it was Liu Zihan, who had not appeared for a long time and was a part-time lawn gardener at Emir High School.

"You're here too?"

"Yes, I just want to ask you again, my invitation, are you really not coming?" Liu Zihan said in the most sincere tone.

Choose the branch: 1, gladly accept

2. Firm veto