In mid-April, the temperature has gradually warmed up, and the tender green on the branches has become deeply meaningful, and the color has become darker. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The golden sunlight fell on the ground through the layers of leaves, dividing the shadows of the shadows into countless pieces, and then spreading out wantonly on the ground, the breeze blowing, shaking each other, and the sound of the waves roared as the layers advanced.

Looking at the scroll with white flowers in front of him, Sakura's eyes suddenly narrowed into a dark red straight line, and his right hand, which was holding the 2B pencil, suddenly tightened, damn it, how do you draw it!!!

Reexams, damn reexams.

Thinking of the scroll that Tezuka gave her yesterday, Sakuraichi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, two points, two points, what a score of two, why do you want to study art in junior high school? For a person who has not touched a pen for decades, art is her hard injury, and the other subjects can get full marks thanks to the desperate reading and study in the past two years.

Although the brain is good enough to learn enough, but in fact, Sakuraichi's hands-on ability is really unsightly, the only thing that can see people is that good hand, and even the most basic food problem, Sakuraichi can't solve it by herself, so the two subjects she took this make-up exam are art and home economics, which are two subjects that require hands-on use.

Talking about hands-on ability, Sakuraichi couldn't help but sneer, after all, in the place where she is, there is never a need to do this, there are robots and androids to do it, and all she needs to do is to manipulate mechas, battleships, and lead the team to grab territory, that's all, who would do such a ・・・・・ tasteless thing? What needlework, what cooking, what art, only the little woman in this place will do it, she doesn't want it.

Damn・・・・・

Sakura twitched his eyelids, and his gaze fell on the male classmate who was invigilating at the lectern table, as if the actual gaze made the classmate shrink his neck, and his Adam's apple moved, and he smiled mechanically, "・・・・・Edogawa-san, Edogawa-san, time, time,

Hearing this, Sakuraichi retracted her gaze, looked at the incomparably clean volume, her eyebrows couldn't help but pick, the pen in her hand moved slightly, but she stopped, she remembered, the teacher seemed to have said, you can't draw contrasting lines, you can't draw contrasts... Damn, she doesn't know!!!!

Knock knock knock~

Just when there were twenty minutes left in the exam, there was a knock on the door, and the male student at the lectern turned his head to see the grim young man standing by the door and the iconic gold-rimmed glasses.

"Tezuka-senpai." The corner of the male classmate's mouth twitched suddenly, his heart jumped, and he was almost about to cry, what kind of blood mold did he pour today, and he would actually invigilate an iceberg and hit another iceberg.

"Ah," Tezuka replied calmly and coldly, glancing at Sakura and turning to the male classmate, "You go to 203 to invigilate." ”

"Huh? Uh, HAI! The male student bowed and ejaculated out of the classroom with a bang.

Tezuka looked at Sakuraichi, and then took a step, walked to the podium and sat motionless, thinking about the school's approach, his eyelids couldn't help drooping slightly, and he actually pulled out about 20 points per subject for Edogawa's other subjects to make up for the scores of art and home economics, and made up to the passing line of 60 points, and then announced this result, so that Edogawa's superficial scores were all passed, not too ugly, and the result was actually ranked third in the whole grade.

According to the principal Hiroyuki Ishikawa, that is, the tennis team led by Edogawa has broken into the regional semi-finals, then she represents the entire Qingxue, and the results must not be disgraced, since you can't fake, then pull, pull until you pass, and you can't let others know when you make up the exam, just a one-on-one make-up exam, and it can't be announced, if you can't make up the exam, then ban her from playing, I don't believe she can't pass.

Thinking of the principal's words, Rao is face is paralyzed like a tezuka, and there are faint traces of twitching at the corners of his mouth, which is really ・・・・・ careless.

"You're proctoring?" Seeing Tezuka sitting motionless, without even saying a word, Sakuraichi spoke.

"Ah," Tezuka replied coldly, tucking his eyelids, then looking at Sakuraichi, "Don't be careless." ”

Hearing this, Sakura's face sank, she thought that Tezuka was sending her an answer, sure enough, as long as there is this cold young man in front of her, cheating or something, it's all exaggerated~

Glancing at the time on the phone, there were less than ten minutes left, and Sakuraichi was suddenly entangled, what should I do? If you can't draw it again, you're really going to be banned by Hiroyuki Ishikawa's old antique. Sakura looked at the tezuka sitting on it, and couldn't help but tighten her eyelids, damn it, why did he come to invigilate?

Suddenly, Sakura's eyes lit up, and she glanced at her phone, she could use her phone to cheat. Thinking about it, the corners of Sakura's mouth lifted shallowly, her fingers moved, and she sent a text message out.

"Na, why didn't the minister come today?" Shoko Aihara looked at Akitsu who was forced to pretend to be Sakuraichi by them, and couldn't help but pout, smacking the lollipop and looking at Fujiwara Kuna to the side, "Na, deputy minister, what the hell is the minister doing?" ”

Fujiwara was silent for a while, then said coldly, "・・・・・ something." Then, he pulled his eyelids, and the streamer flashed on the lenses, thinking about the score stage assessment he got in the Academic Affairs Office this morning, and the corners of his mouth pulled stiffly, Sakuraichi was really...

"Well, it's okay," Risa Goto curled his hair and glanced meaningfully at Fujiwara Kuna, what would happen to the minister during such an important game? When she was a three-year-old?

Ignoring Goto and Yagyu's visits, Fujiwara still spoke in such a cold tone, "Sakuraichi is not here, we can't slack off in any game." ”

"Hehe, it's really Fujiwara's style, I'm really curious..."

Didi~

The sudden text message interrupted Yumiko Yagyu's words, and she couldn't help but twitch her eyelids, who would text her at such an important match? Thinking about it, she reached out and took out her mobile phone, and when she saw the Japanese words 'Sakuraichi' displayed on it, the light watery arc on the corner of her mouth deepened a little, and her intuition told her that something interesting was about to happen.

So, I opened the password lock on my phone and clicked to view, and when I looked at the short sentence above, the curvature on the corner of my mouth was deeper, and I moved my fingers, clicked edit, and after adding a sentence on it, I forwarded it to another person.

"Nia~ Dashi Dashi, let's go watch the women's tennis game, okay~" Kikumaru hung on Dashi's body, his deep royal blue eyes blinked, as if he had found something interesting, and then flashed in front of Qian, "Dry, Qian, the minister is not here, the minister is not meow~ Where did he go?" ”

"37.88% in the principal's office, 22.12% in the student union, and 40% unknown." He closed his notebook with a dry snap, covering Kikumaru's increasingly close gaze, and said flatly: "That's it." ”

"Ahh

"Yes," Qian turned his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth hooked playfully, and he suddenly took out a glass of green and faint liquid from nowhere, and said seductively, "As long as you drink this cup of dry juice." ”

"Ahhh!!h Dry how to bring it with you..."

'When I heard the departure of winter, I woke up in a certain year and a certain month・・・・・・

Before Kikumaru finished speaking, a melodious bell suddenly rang, which stunned everyone present, and Qi Qi turned his head to look at the source of the sound, only to see Fuji, who had been watching the racket, slowly took out his mobile phone, and then cut the combination lock, and then ・・・・・

"Now, Minister Yamato, I'll go out for a while." Fuji put his phone back in his purse, and without waiting for Yamato Yudai to agree, he turned his feet and walked directly out of the court.

"Nia~Where are Fuji going?" Kikumaru bounced up and said suspiciously, "What text message did he get?" ”